Relocation
written by:
Norbert

My girlfriend and I had relocated for work. One city for another - a change or an escape - call it what you will. We were fortunate enough to have been offered a temporary place to stay with one of my girlfriend's old school buds, Jane. Quite the break considering Marta, my girlfriend, had gotten a job but I was still in flux.

Marta had prepared me for Jane's appearance telling me she looks innocent enough but she was really just one big prowling hormone. True to her description, Jane was exactly that. She had a non-existent chest, a somewhat plain face and always dressed in the plainest and unflattering clothes but somehow, for whatever reason, every time I saw her my dick twitched. Because she worked shift work, I saw a lot of her and because of that, the sexual tension between us began to grow.

One day, as I was getting ready to head out to drop off some more resumes, Jane came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Seeing me she stopped and smirked.

"Oh, I get it," she teased. "You figured if you waited around long enough you'd get to see my body, huh?"

At first I was taken off-guard and began to stammer an explanation. That is, until I saw the look in her eye and I stopped. What the hell, I thought. I began to walk towards her.

"Actually I've been found out," I found the bravado somewhere deep inside. "That's exactly what I've wanted since the day I met you." I stopped in front of her. The look in her eyes relieved me of any uncertainty and I reached out and slowly pulled the towel tuck loose. "I've wanted nothing more than to see your body."

It was if we were both holding our breaths as the towel came loose and slid to the floor. In a moment I took in Jane's body from her non-existent tits with large, cherry red nipples to her indented waist, the swell of her hips and her very sparse, closely cropped pubic hair. In an instant my lips were pressed firmly against hers and my hands were exploring. Her nipples became exceptionally hard and I kissed my way down until I was sucking on them. Her breathing was ragged in my ear.

I ran my hands lower and lower until I was clutching her ass- all the while wordlessly backing her up until she was against the doorframe. I ran my tongue over her cherry red nipple one last time and then blew cool air on them. I heard her take a sharp intake of breath.

"We can't do this," Jane hissed. "If Marta finds out...." Her words were strangled as I ran my fingers over her clit. Jane's pussy was open and sopping and I couldn't wait to taste her.

"Well, I'm not going to tell her," I took her hand and held it against my hard cock and saw the flash of pure lust in her eyes.

Kissing lower, I dropped to my knees before her and pressed my face against her sparsely covered snatch. Jane, almost unable to stop herself, spread her legs and draped one over my shoulder. Now that there was room, I angled myself so I was able to press my lips against her pussy and swiped my tongue across her clit. Jane squealed upon contact and I felt her hands on my head.

"Oh fuck that feels so good," she managed to choke out before I began licking and sucking on the length of her pussy, parting her lips and sliding my tongue into her wet softness.

She tasted sweet, perhaps because of the sugar she had with her tea I mused, but for whatever reason I couldn't seem to get enough. Jane was arching her back and pulling my head tighter against her cunt and I drank and sucked and licked for all I was worth. Finally I felt her thighs begin to tremble as her first orgasm hit her. Jane wailed as the taste in my mouth became more distinct - like there was an addition of something I couldn't put my finger on. I gripped her ass and held on as I heard her whelp like a little puppy. When she finally stopped and went slack, I stood up before her and stared into her glazed eyes and watched her panting - fighting for breath. Wordlessly, I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into her bedroom and deposited her onto her bed.

She watched in silence as I peeled off my shirt and began to unbutton my pants. When my hard cock sprang out, Jane gasped. I held it in my hand and, taking a step closer, she lunged at me, mouth open, and took most of my manhood in. She sucked my cock like a fiend and I have to admit she was a real pro. She twisted and turned herself on the bed until there was a straight line from lips to down her throat. She gripped my ass and pulled me hard until I picked up on the clue. I grasped the back of her head and shoved harder until all of my cock was sliding into her moth and down her throat.

"Oh fuck Jane," I gasped. "Where ever did you learn to suck cock like that?" I heard her giggle and then gurgle as my cock invaded her throat once again.

When I thought I was going to lose my load, I pulled it from her mouth. Leaning forward, I kissed her deeply as I climbed onto her bed.

"Marta will kill us if she ever finds out," Jane panted as I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit.

"She's not going to hear it from me." I stabbed a little with my cock and felt her gash gripping the head. "Is she going to hear it from you?" I asked as I shoved my length into her.

"NNNNNNNnnnnnnnooooooooooooo," she bellowed as my cock struck home.

I couldn't believe how tight Jane's pussy was considering how active she was. It felt like my cock was being gripped in a tube of hot wetness and it felt amazing. Jane remained vocal, telling me how full my cock made her feel and how her pussy could be mine whenever I wanted. The way she was bucking against me and yelping, it certainly appeared that she was having no problems in the orgasm department either.

I felt like the luckiest - yet lowest - guy on the planet. Here I was fucking my girlfriend's friend, in ‘our' apartment while she was busting her ass at work and, although I knew it was wrong, I just couldn't resist.

I slammed into Jane time after time. Each time causing her to scream out in pleasure. I'm still not sure if it was me or if it was her conditioning as a slut, but either way, my cock began to spew forth its load until I was lying breathlessly on top of her.

"Shit, I wasn't expecting that," I panted as I kissed her deeply. I could feel her chuckling.

"Neither was I," Jane responded. "But I certainly don't mind starting my day with a good hard fucking."

"So, I guess this is a one-off, huh?" my thumb was brushing across her overly sensitive nipple.

"Only if you want it to be," Jane replied in an exceptionally sexy voice. "Otherwise, for you the playground is definitely open."

Jane and I continued to fuck our days away when time - and Marta's absence - afforded us the opportunity. There were times when Marta had to dash out to the corner store and Jane would suck me off, often swallowing my cum as the door was unlocking. Or when Jane would appear in her robe and I'd have my fingers buried deep inside her as she was leaning through the pass-through as Marta was in bed. Even after we had found our own place and had moved out, Jane and I continued to fuck whenever we had the opportunity to get together for any length of time. We both knew that it was betraying Marta but we also both knew it was like some sort of addiction. The odd thing for both of us was that when we weren't together there was no pining or plotting or planning to get together - but put us in a room together and our lust for each other made it damn near impossible.

On the day of my wedding I went into Marta's house to pick something up while Marta and her mom were getting their hair done. Jane was there looking like a million bucks to me and I could see the lust in her eyes.

"I know today is special," she cooed. "I want to give you something special after everything we've done together." She laughed as she saw the look in my eyes as well.

"I know you'll never get this opportunity with Marta," Jane undid the halter top on her dress and let it fall, revealing her nipples. "She and I have talked about it."

She approached me and began to undo my jeans, reaching in to stroke my hardening cock as we kissed passionately. I ran my hands over her body and realized she was completely nude under her dress. Chuckling, Jane twirled away from me but her eyes kept returning to stare at me very hard cock.

"Come here," she commanded in a husky, lust-filled voice.

When I was close enough, Jane grabbed my cock and began to stroke it as she turned around and presented her back to me. As she stroked, she reached with the other hand and pulled her dress up until it was high on her waist. Squeezing my cock she drew me closer to her and then began to rub the head between her ass-cheeks.

"I know Marta's never going to let you fuck her ass," she was a mix between squealing with excitement and panting with full-blown lust. "I happen to love it and wished I had've told you sooner." Jane began to press herself backwards against me and my cockhead began to separate her rear opening.

If I had thought her pussy was tight, Jane's ass was like being in the hottest, most erotic vice ever. She must've known I was going to be there for her ass was already lubricated and she was ready for me. Jane's guttural groan was enough to get my blood boiling.

"Fuck me hard and fast," she hissed as she pused her ass back against me.

My cock was being squeezed in the most erotic way I could have ever imagined and all I wanted was to feel more and more. I gripped her hips and began driving my cock up her ass and Jane began to howl with pleasure. I could never imagine anyone finding pleasure in that - at least not on the receiving end - but Jane certainly seemed to be enjoying it thoroughly. She had her hand between her legs, fingering her pussy and toying with her clit as I gripped her hips and pounded my cock deep into her ass.

"Harder," Jane yelled. "Fuck me harder."

I fucked her as hard as I could until, with a final lunge, I began to shoot great gobs of cum up her ass and into her bowels. I held onto her and shook as the sensations overtook me and I flopped down onto Jane's back.

"You know it's you I should be with, don't you?" I panted as I tweaked and pinched her nipples.

"Don't say that," Jane panted. "I just might agree with you."

I pulled my cock out of her ass and, as Jane turned to look at me, I kissed her deeply and tenderly.

After my wedding Jane told me that she loved the feel of my cum pooling in her panties and couldn't wait for it to happen again.

Later that evening as Marta and I were lying sweaty and breathless in the darkness, the scent of our fuck session still hung in the air. I could smell her nearness and she had fucked like never before.

"Was that good baby?" Marta's voice seemed distant.

"That was great," I panted.

"As good as Jane?" I'm not sure if she heard my heart skip a beat or not. I remained silent.

"Come on Terry," Marta pressed. "I know you and Jane have been fucking for years. I just want to know two things."

"Oh?" I was certain there was a divorce in the immediate future for me.

"One, was I as good as her," Marta reached over and began to stroke my cock. "and two, do you think she would play well with girls?"

Jane had talked to me about the pleasures of lapping pussy, but I wasn't about to divulge that to Marta - not at the moment anyways. However, this is another tale to tell about that stage of married life.