Friends Suck
Copyright© 2025 by Naughty Sarah
Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - A happily married young woman who teaches a dance class meets another woman and quickly becomes enraptured with her. They become good friends, and, soon thereafter, lovers. It's a wonderful journey and exploration of sapphic love with plenty of erotic interludes of the heterosexual variety too! Will Sasha and Emma's husband hook up too? Read and find out! :-)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Group Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
His cock, all the time pistoning in and out and in and out, deeper and farther, stretching and reaming, so goood, so goooood...
“So goooooood,” she moaned.
His hand went lower, over her solar plexus, her belly, her abdomen. It finally paused, fingers splayed and palm flat, just above her pubis.
He smiled and pressed down as he pushed his cock balls’ deep into her soaked cunt. That tiny, magical bundle of nerves in the top wall of her vagina was compressed against the top of his cock.
Emma felt reality fading as her eyes rolled up and just the whites showed. It was as if all sensation were draining from her body to the focal point of her cunt, to that one spot in her cunt -- and then the pleasure exploded outward, suffusing her, filling her to exploding, saturating her nerves, her skin, then growing more and more intense until she was sure she’d burst into orgasmic flame and then:
“AHHHHHHHH!”
Her cry shattered the panting quiet as the most intense orgasm of her experience burst through her entire being. She couldn’t remember the time before its beginning, couldn’t imagine the time after its end; it was a forever orgasm, unending and a time unto itself. And it seemed perpetual, consuming, possessing. She came and came and came, harder and harder, dimly aware of the components: his big cock throbbing inside her, his hand holding her ankles, his hand pressing her abdomen, her clitoris quivering, her nipples responding to molecule of air.
And then she became aware of his prick motionless inside her. No, not motionless -- no longer plunging, but not motionless. It was throbbing, spasming. She could feel his balls, tight and heavy against her upturned little ass, jerking. She could feel his hot semen spraying and splashing inside her, feel her cunt stretching with each swelling and explosion. She could feel him cumming inside her cumming cunt and it all went higher and brighter until she had become a single, quivering nerve, a gigantic clitoris -- cumming.
He finally sagged above her and slowly, almost gracefully, rolled her into his arms as he slid onto his back, panting like a marathon runner. His shriveling prick was still trapped in the yet-spasming slickness of her cunt and she let herself coat his flesh with hers as she remembered that vow.
“My darling,” she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. “My darling, “You’re the only one I’ll ever need. I may want others, from time to time, but you’re the only one I’ll ever need, and I’ll always need you.”
He kissed the her forehead. “I love you so much, Betty.”
She kissed his shoulder. “I love you, Anton.”
“I’ve never seen you cum that hard or that long.”
She shivered. Even the imperfect memory was nearly enough to make her cum again. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life. Or that long.”
“I feel like you got all the moisture in my body.” He chuckled, a quiet, throaty rumble. “I think you’ve done me in. I’m afraid your friend is going to be disappointed.”
She remembered her plan, abruptly. “No, she won’t. If Sasha isn’t enough to turn you on, and I’m not, and if the two of us together aren’t, then I know something that’s guaranteed to put some more lead in your pencil.”
“Better be high-octane lead.”
She tightened her cunt on him. He grunted.
“It will be.” She snuggled closer “Can you see the clock?”
She felt him shift. “Nine-fifty-five.”
She relaxed even more. “Good. Let’s just stay like this for a few minutes. We have time for some snuggling and a shower.”
“Oh?”
“Trust me.”
He began humming the theme from “Raiders of the Lost Ark.”
“You’re silly,” she accused.
“You’re sexy.”
She hummed against his shoulder and let herself relax in the cradle of his arms. Just a few minutes, she told herself...
...”Huh?”
“You dozed off. Ten after ten.”
Emma pulled herself up on him, slowly disconnecting his cock from her cunt. It shlurped out of her just as her lips reached his. They kissed lightly for a moment, then passionately, then lightly again before she rolled off him. She pulled her knees up under herself, then stood. She could feel his juice and hers seeping from between her cunt lips. She felt unbelievably sexy looking down at the long, hard-muscled length of him -- sexy, and fabulously lucky. She couldn’t dare even hope that he felt the same way about her, but he did; her heart knew it.
“Shower -- me first!” she said, feeling suddenly childish. She grinned and hurried up the stairs, leaving him to gather their clothes.
Emma was just stepping under the hot spray -- she’d douched first; had to be fresh and tasty! -- when Jake stuck his head into the shower. “Need some help?” He leered excessively.