Best Friend's fiance fucks me to even things up

"Jesus Christ - what's that smell?" I asked when I pulled her panties off.

"It's Bvlgari, a very expensive perfume," she replied.

"It's awesome! Your pussy smells like a citrus garden!" I exclaimed.

"Well eat up, Junior," she said, and she pushed my head down toward her clit. I willingly slurped it up, running my tongue around and around her love button, snaking a skinny finger into her pussy.

"I sprayed it on a few hours ago - I hope it still smells nice," she said, melting under my ministrations. "It's awesome... I've never smelled a pussy this nice."

I can't believe I'm about to fuck my best friend's fiancé, but she made it clear it was her decision and there was no turning back.

My best friend Ron moved from Chicago to Las Vegas a few years back. I told him when he left "If you don't take Robbie with you, I'm asking her out... I feel sparks." He was cool with it. "I'm not in love - I was just looking for someone to fuck."

Robbie and I hit it off big time - enough so that a few years later we decided to get married.

My bestie asked me to set him up with a date for the wedding. "A blonde, but not a dumb one. Loves to party. Relaxed morals, if you know what I mean." "So, you want me to find you a hot blond, loves to party, and will fuck you on a first date? If I could do that, why would I be getting married?" I asked.

My fiancé laughed when I told her the story. "That's Lana, my High School girlfriend, and she's already invited to the wedding. She's blond, had an MA, loves to party, and her parents used to let her boyfriend sleep over with her when she was 15 - if she wants to fuck Ron, Ron will get laid.

So we set up the date. Ron came out a month before the wedding and hung out to help me paint the trim on the house. He also met up with Lana, and they banged the hair off her pussy. Good pairing. Ron went back to Vegas well fucked.

But a week later, Lana called me and asked if we could meet for drinks at the Lost Horizon - a bar inside the local Hampton Inn. I asked her if she wanted Robbie to join us - No, just you. OK. Don't know where this is going, but I'm in...

Lana was wearing a low-cut scoop neck T-shirt and terry-cloth running shorts. Right outta college. We kissed like you'd kiss your cousin, and sat down for some cocktails. She had a Seagram's and ginger ale, and I had a pineapple Margarita. Chit chat for a while, then she took my hands and looked into my eyes... "I know Ron fucked Robbie before you dated... I think you need to fuck me before I'm married... you know... to keep things even."

My dick went to Defcon 1.

"Should we get a room?" I asked.

She showed me her pass-card... "already got one, stud."

That's what led us to this point - me marveling at the wonderful citrus smell of her pussy, her well-trimmed little patch smelling like a garden of delight. It took less than 5 minutes before Lana was approaching orgasm from a fantastic head job. I kept up a steady rhythm with both my tongue and finger, sneaking another finger up her ass gently as we went ahead, and soon she was going over the falls...

Her twisting hips and humping pussy made me feel like a 100 percent stud as she fell into her orgasm. "God, Jimmy, don't stop - don't stop..." I didn't, and she went catatonic for a few seconds, then her legs began to shake as she went overboard, holding the back of my head like she was afraid I was going to escape. She didn't squirt, but her pussy was awash with a fresh flow of wetness from within as she humped me sharply, then fell back to the bedsheets.

"Gawd damn, Robbie is a lucky girl... you really give good head, Jimmie..."

"You can thank my ex-GF Sherri - she wouldn't let me fuck her until I got her off a couple times with my mouth... she said fucking made her clit numb, so I had to be "hip with the lip" before I could bury my bone. And she was a very good teacher, not shy at all about correcting me.

"Well it was worth it - you're a champ at that."

I slid down and started anew at Lana's love bits. Twirling her fine hair and blowing on her clit, which was now nicely swollen and proud, The perfume smell still swirling in her crotch, mixing the smell of sex with citrus. A few gentle laps to see if she's too sensitive yet...

"Come up here and kiss me," she said. I did, and we rolled slightly as our tongues intertwined. "You're a good man and you're gonna make Robbie a fine husband. You just can't go fucking random women behind her back. You need to promise me this is a special event - one time only."

"It is - remember this was your idea, not mine. I've wanted to fuck you since the day I met you, but I was going with Robbie, so I didn't try. Remember the time in Champaign when I came out of the ice cream store eating a sundae? You were sitting on a stoop with red shorts on with your legs pulled up. I looked straight at your pussy, and you said "Hi Jim!" and I looked up and said "I didn't recognize you, Lana..." You giggled, saying "I didn't think you would, considering where you were looking..." "I remember that," she giggled.

When Ron told me how you two hit it off, I was jealous. He told me you swallowed, which made me wonder whether I missed the bus by not dumping Robbie to go after you...

"You didn't make the wrong call. I'm pretty sure you and me would get on each others' nerves pretty quickly. But a hot night in a hotel is something entirely different," she said, pulling softly on my dick and snaking down to take it in her mouth.

She licked and swirled, her hands making a sleeve of wet tightness as she moved up and down my shaft, gathering my balls and letting a finger creep though the taint toward by butt. I stretched and yearned, trying to get my cock all the way down her throat. She relaxed and fought her gag reflex, getting me almost all the way there, then pulled off for some quality sucking.

"Princess, that's gonna make me come..." I warned her.

"That's the idea," she said between slurps. "I didn't pay for the entire night if we were only gonna have one orgasm,,," she continued to slide up and down, holding my dick upright like a prize she won at the fair. Worshiping it. Loving it. Sucking it.

I could only last for so long. Ron had told me that Lana swallows, and I yearned for that experience. Robbie wouldn't let me go off in her mouth, and I missed what Sherri used to do to me. Lana continued to stroke me with her right hand and bob me with her mouth. Her left hand cradled my balls and she snaked a finger up my butt. In about 4 or 5 long strokes, I began to pump ropes of cum into Lana's sweet mouth, her swallowing shot for shot, her hand at the base of my dick and her finger up my ass, encouraging every squirt. Her teeth came into play, biting my manhood and sending me into another spasm of squirting, with her swallowing everything I could crank out. At last she came up for air.

"You like that?" she asked, kissing me and rubbing her cheeks against mine. The bitter taste of my cum was present, but I didn't mind if she didn't. "No, I hated every minute. I just came real fast so you'd stop doing that," I said in mock reproach. "Well you could have fooled me - that was a huge load you gave me..." I replied "Well, you took it well..."

Lana reached to the night stand for a sip of the champagne we had brought up. Her beautiful 34-D tits hanging sweetly off her frame. She was not a small girl, but perfectly set. 5 foot 10, about 130 pounds with a distinct hourglass shape and pretty ski-jump titties. She leaned over and tempted me with them, and I took up the offer sucking her brown nipples one at a time, while squeezing both. She sighed.

Lana put the glass back and stretched out on her stomach next to me. There was never a better invitation to start a back rub. She moaned quietly as I rubbed her shoulders, moving down to her bra-strap region, then on to the small of her back. I kept moving south to her butt, sneaking a finger between her cheeks and testing the waters... she had put a finger in my butt when she was sucking my dick, so maybe she'll approve of a little back-door action? She didn't seem to mind when I probed there while she was orgasming... I licked my middle finger and put it in an inch... Lara wiggled a bit and moved her legs approvingly, pushing back a bit. Green Light.

I moved father down and slid into her pussy just an inch or so. Sliding up and down, reaching up to her clit, Lara sighed and shifted again to ease my access. With my right hand, I cupped her tit, and leaned over to kiss her again. She responded, and while our tongues danced, I returned my fingers to be butt, now lubed up from her pussy, and slid into her back door a full couple of inches. Lara sighed again and spread out a bit, welcoming the invasion.

"Are you gonna let me put my dick in there tonight?" I whispered.

"Depends... can you get it hard enough to get in there?"

"That'll be your job," I said, rolling her over and kissing her savagely. My hand went to her pussy and found her love button wet and willing, rubbing in circles and pulling her clit up on every stroke. She reached down and pulled my dick like she was milking a cow - and I loved every second of it.

We continued like this a few moments, then I slid down to suck her pussy once more. She had recovered enough to let me go at it full tilt, and I crawled between her legs to get a complete facefull of her pussy. My mouth fucked her clit, my chin buried in her pussy, my index finger up her slit and on her G-spot making the "come here" motion, another finger up her butt. Lana spread out, overwhelmed and happy to be pinned to the bed in this fashion. I kept a steady 60-beats-per-minute rhythm - think "Surfin Safari" by the Beach Boys - which I have found is the perfect speed to get a girl off...

After a few minutes Lana's breathing picked up, her his involuntarily humping my face in time with my sucking. Her hands found their way into my hair as she pulled my face harder into her wetness. A nervous twitch in her legs popped up as she got closer and closer, the smell of her perfume and pussy filled my nostrils, making my dick hard as stone against the quilt. Lana stiffened once again as her legs shook, and she went once again over the falls into an awesome orgasm, humping my face again and again, then pushing me away... my face was soaked with pussy and perfume.

I climbed up and let her lick my face like a Momma cat. "You like the taste of your pussy?" I asked, already knowing the answer, "It's hot. I love that you can milk me like that..." she said.

"Now it's your turn to milk me..." I replied, sliding myself between her legs and parting her pussy with my cock. "Give me a few minutes... I'm still too sensitive."

"Too sensitive here?" I asked, pressing my boner against her butt hole. "No, but you'd better use some lube - but not too much or I can't feel it."

I jumped off the bed and got the little hotel bottle of hand lotion, dabbing a drop on my very-excited-at-the-opportunity cock.

I once again joined Lana, face-to-face on the bed, and slid my cock into position. Her eyes closed as I forced it in, inch by inch, not thrusting, but just pressing my way inside her forbidden zone.

She sighed and her head tilted back, her legs falling open and pulling up as I got farther inside her. I squeezed my cock hard to make sure it went all the way in. About halfway there, Lana relaxed, and her butt gave up the fight and let me slide all the way in. She and I both took a moment to look down and enjoy the sight - my cock sliding in and out of her ass, my cock hair intertwined with her muff, rubbing against her pussy and clit... both of us looking at the sight...

"That's nice, Jimmy... your cock is just the right size..." she said, sighing.

"And you're super tight, sweetie," I thanked her back.

"It should be - I don't do this often. You're like only the third guy to ever have me this way... Ron hasn't even gotten there..."

I reached down and cupped her clit with a curved forefinger, which made her take a deep breath. Alternating my dick pumps with my stroking, Lana's breath was picking up. Soon she reached down and shooed my hand away, taking control herself, rubbing and stroking, mixing her pussy juice with the hand lotion to make a fine solution. She was humping forward with each of my strokes, reaching forward to get my cock to maximum depth. I didn't have a lot of experience in this butt-fucking thing, and didn't know if girls climaxed this way or not, since none of my conquests had done so before.

But that started to change tonight. Lana hung on my cock for dear life, thrashing her pussy furiously as I fucked her at the same pace as before, her hand rubbing her clit furiously. After a few long moments of the in-out in-out, she suddenly stiffened, her ass six inches off the bed, her face contorted as she held her breath and tightened every muscle in her body as she climaxed yet again.

That's all it took to make me explode... I came inside her tight ass just as she went over the falls, sharing a wonderful moment of heaven-on-earth. No wonder people like sex - this was incredible! We lay there recovering for a few minutes, kissing and nibbling. My dick blooped out of Lana and a run of cum dribbled out onto the quilts. The hotel will have some laundry, I thought...

"I love you, Lana," I said. "I'm not in love with you, but I love you."

She smiled and said "I love you, too. I'm not in love, but I love you too."

"Let's take a shower and go back to the bar for a going-away drink... we gotta get home before anyone suspects..." she said.

The shower was warm and soapy... She and I washed all our sins away, and as you might expect, we didn't want to go downstairs just yet.

We lay back down, damp and excited, and settled into kissy-kissy mode for a while. She fondled my balls while I stroked her pussy... in a little while we were making love old school... me on top, her legs spread gently, just a guy with his dick buried in a warm, wet pussy. No rushing now - we were fucking for style points. Probably twenty minutes or more, with a lot of kissing and neck-sucking, careful to not leave any hickeys. Lots of titty licking and stroking. After a while I rode up in her pussy to get her clit in the action, and she rolled her hips forward to accept it. In a few minutes we were rewarded with another orgasm as Lana went deep into happy-land. Another blast of cum out of me followed immediately - there was virtually nothing left in the tanks.

We wiped up and dressed and headed to the bar.

A good-night cocktail followed, and she held my hands and said to me "When I look you in the eye from now until forever, just know that I'm thinking of this night... it's our secret forever."

Damned right, Lana. I'll remember it forever.