Best Friends Exchange Club - Sex Stories

Best Friends Exchange Club

... ass, my clit. Never lingering long anywhere, with gentle, barely palpable touches, and soft spanks when I moaned. Had I ever been so turned on before? "Shall I make you come?" she whispered softly. "Please," I whimpered. Another soft slap rewarded me for speaking. I nodded silently. She gripped my hair and gently tugged back, reminding me to maintain my silence. She kept teasing me, making me vibrate with desire. Suddenly her touches were no longer gentle. Two long graceful fingers were thrusting in me, fast, hard. Her thumb was pinching my clit, I was being fucked, was so totally gone, explosions and screaming and vibrating and growling, "ohh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ..." until I couldn't think. -*- I don't know how long I lay there with her fingers in me, rubbing my G-spot, the occasional spanks when I moaned. Somehow I managed to get off her lap, kiss her thoroughly, get her now-soaked panties off, tease and lick her to orgasms. We listened and watched Sarah and Janet make love a couple of times, one of which stimulated us into a gentle 69 and a few quiet pleasant orgasms. We spent the night spooning together on the ...

... bed beside our friends. I think we made love a few more times overnight, although perhaps that was just dreaming. Chris and I took a playful shower together the next morning with lots of kissing. Room service breakfast was in the nude, and very giggly. Perhaps there was a little more kissing than might be expected between strangers. It was a little awkward, but nobody had any regrets. In the car on the way home, Sarah and I both had grins on our faces and smiled a lot at each other. We sang along to oldies on the radio, but didn't really talk. As she drove up to my house, she finally looked at me and asked, "Well? Did you like that?" I grinned. "It was amazing!" She agreed. "It was amazing." I started to open the door, and she took my forearm. "I'm glad you liked it. Because we have to do it again." I gaped at her. "Why?" She grinned. "Didn't you read the email?" She used a silly radio announcer voice. " 'All participants agree to host new friends for at least one more meeting of the Best Friend Exchange Club.' It's in the contract." I gaped at her for a few seconds. Slowly I grinned back at her. "Will you post the ad for us?"