For the Love of a Friend – the Hole Story
Copyright© 2026 by BethanyBelow
Chapter 4: Make It Fit
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 4: Make It Fit - My roommate and best friend asked me to fuck her boyfriend and specifically to let him fuck my ass. Well what are friends for… (A real life current day experience not dealing with the past and the retelling of my ongoing cheating stories).
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Sharing Humiliation Group Sex White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Fisting Oral Sex Size
I was lying on my side facing Amber, my head nestled against her chest. The orgasm had taken everything out of me. I vaguely remember the sensation of Dylan climbing into bed behind me, pulling his body up against mine. The space on the bed which Amber and I already occupied forced him to the outer edge of the bed behind me because there was nowhere else for him to lie. I remember the heat of his naked body as he settled into place with him enveloping me, pressing tight against my back and the curve of my ass. He draped his left arm over me until his hand met Amber’s on my left hip and their fingers laced together. The quiet acknowledgment of their love for each other in that gesture, acknowledging what we had all done together that night and how she had given him this “present” without lies or deceit, sent a brief pang of jealousy through me before I recognized how immature and selfish that thought was. I drifted off to sleep with my head buried in Amber’s chest, Dylan tightly spooning against my back and their joined hands resting on my skin.
My next memory was a dream. I was naked and trapped between many other naked bodies. Many men’s and women’s bodies were pressing close, hands and mouths exploring me in the most erotic and sensual expression of passion that I could imagine. Fingers slipped between my legs, stroking and parting my labia as the warm wet folds of my pussy devoured them greedily. A warm mouth latched onto my nipple and elicited a soft moan from me. A man tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back firmly, baring my neck so his mouth could lick, kiss, and suck on my nape while the hard length of his cock pressed insistently into the small of my back. The sensations piled higher and higher until my body could not help responding ... hips shifting, breath catching ... under so many hands and mouths.
Then the dream began to thin.
I woke slowly, still on my side, still caught between two bodies. Amber in front of me. Dylan behind me. Their hands and mouths moved gently over my skin in a slow, passionate rhythm that was no longer imaginary. Amber’s fingers were already inside me, sliding in and out of my slick pussy with easy familiarity. She withdrew them, brought them to my lips, and I could see them covered in my wetness and a thick white cream.
“Open,” Amber told me as I obeyed, opening my mouth without thinking.
“Clean them,” Amber instructed as my lips wrapped around her filthy fingers as I tasted myself and sucked them clean.
Behind me Dylan kissed my left ear and took the lobe in his mouth, gently sucking on it before moving down, trailing kisses down the side of my neck, the slope of my shoulder, the soft skin of my back. He rolled his hips in a lazy grind, the thick length of his rigid cock nestled between my ass cheeks, sliding through the residual wetness there.
Amber’s mouth found mine. The kiss was deep, slow, lingering, sensual at first, then grew hungrier as I came fully awake. Blindly I reached down between us, my hands seeking out her pussy, and slipped two fingers inside her, causing her to moan while I caressed her insides gently before drawing my fingers out to stroke her clit. My other hand cupped the side of her face, holding her close while our tongues met and explored each other’s mouths while we both made little grunts and sighs of growing passion. I could feel that I was already soaked again as I pushed my hips back against Dylan in the universal invitation, rolling my ass against the heavy weight of his massive cock.
Dylan grabbed a handful of my hair and made a fist, pulling back on my head and forcing Amber’s and my mouths apart. As my head tilted back and was forced to turn to the left due to the manner in which Dylan was pulling on my hair, he leaned forward and his mouth met mine for the first time that night. Amber let him kiss me and the passion and heat with which he did caused me to moan loudly into his mouth as our tongues clashed.
I felt the broad head of his cock nudge against my entrance, and even though I was sore from riding him and then Amber’s fist, I was now so worked up I began pressing back against the rigid flesh, guiding him into me. His angle improved and he sank into me with one slow, continuous thrust where I accepted as much as the sleeve of my soaking pussy would allow. The stretch forced a sharp gasp from my throat as my eyes flew open and locked onto Amber’s. Pain and surprise mixed on my face as even though he had already been inside both my pussy and my ass that night, it felt like the first time again as the internal feeling of something so large penetrating into me was shocking nonetheless. He was simply that big!
Dylan stopped the moment he was fully seated, giving me time. I groaned and moaned through the adjustment. I began to push back against him again slowly, my body’s motions encouraging him to begin taking me. He answered with gentle rocking movements, spooned tight against me, working more of his thick cock deeper with every careful stroke.
My mouth hung open. Soft, helpless sounds spilled out of me while my eyes stayed fixed on Amber’s, asking, pleading, begging her with my eyes whether any of this could be real. After a minute it eased and my body remembered how to move. Amber and I started kissing again, slower this time, while each of us kept a hand between the other’s legs, our fingers sliding through each other’s wet folds and circling our swollen clits.
Amber was the first to speak, her voice low, laden with arousal and passion close against my lips.
“Beth ... you are so wet, so hot, so beautiful. Thank you for doing this, for giving this to us. Doing this for me. How does it feel to have Dylan inside you?”
My lips could barely form an answer. The feeling of Dylan’s cock stretching me open was overwhelming, thicker and deeper than even Amber’s fist had been. With each thrust I could feel him sliding along my cervix, not quite pounding into it, but just slipping past.
“I can’t ... it’s so much ... I am so full ... FUCK ... it’s amazing!”
My heart was racing and sweat was beginning to form across my body as the heat of our coupling increased.
Dylan continued his steady, rolling thrusts as I now was fully engaged and participating in fucking back at him so that my ass would slam back just as his hips were surging forward, but I could not take any more of him, but I wanted more, I needed more, I wanted to feel him fully sheathed inside me. To feel his stomach push into my butt, but my vagina was at its limit.
I thought about everything Amber had done for me over the past eight months and more. She had been there when I finally confessed to cheating on Mike. She had listened without judgment when I told her the terrible things I had done with and for Tyler ... the man I had betrayed Mike with for six long months and, at the end, how close those months had come to breaking me completely. She had held me through the worst of the physical and mental aftermath. She had cared for me after I returned from my first experience with BDSM in poor condition. She had given me my first experiences with another woman, patient and generous every single time. She had done all of it freely, never asking, never demanding, only offering support and affection and her own body when I needed it.
And what had I given her in return? Almost nothing of equal weight. Agreeing to this threesome had felt like the least I could do, yet here I was again, receiving almost all the pleasure while they both focused on me. The words she had whispered earlier echoed through me: *I love you, you dirty little slut. I always have and I always will. I still did not know exactly how she meant them. I only knew that I loved her too ... as my dearest friend ... and that I wanted this night to be everything she and Dylan had dreamed.
Dylan’s voice rumbled against the back of my neck, thick with pleasure.
“God, Beth ... the way your body feels around me. You are so wet and the way your pussy grasps me, holds onto me so tightly is amazing. I am covered in your cream and it is like your body is trying to pull me deeper every time I move.”
I moaned in reply to his words, finding it increasingly more difficult to form words to describe how he was making me feel, but I still needed more.
Ignoring the soreness that radiated from my ass with each thrust he made, I made the internal decision that I wanted him back in my ass and I would take all of him, even if that meant I would not be walking tomorrow. I turned my face closer to Amber’s and whispered against her mouth.
“Tell him to fuck my ass. Tell him not to stop until he’s all the way in this time.”
Amber pulled back just enough to look at me. Her voice was soft, the word almost tender.
“I don’t think you can do that, Beth.”
“Please,” I said. “I want him to try. I want to do this for both of you and I need him to do it for me.”
She studied my face for a long moment, then nodded and looked past me toward Dylan.
“Get the lube. She wants you to try her ass again. Go slow. Be gentle.”