Friends Ch. 03

Kyle led Wendy by the hand, out of the bedroom, downstairs and out the rear sliding doors of his suburban home. They crossed around the pool, through the gate, and around the neighboring pool deck, lit by the destination's interior lights.

At the neighbor's rear portico, a middle-aged man stood in the open sliding doorway. Wendy's topless figure was fully illuminated; her face preened to perfection. She caught the hint of a smirk and a nod of appreciation on the man's face.

"Great tits," he muttered.

He reached out his hand. She mindlessly lifted her own to take the offered guidance. She stepped up as he pulled her inside. Just as she crossed the threshold, she felt and heard a hard smack on her barely covered ass cheek. She jerked and looked back over her shoulder, but Kyle was already walking back to his house. The sliding door closed behind her. Wendy stopped where she stood when her newest friend didn't release her hand. He slid the sliding door shut behind her, and she heard the latch click.

"Well, that should keep us from any pesky neighbors."

He came to her front and looked her up and down. She watched his face as his eyes took her in from top to bottom.

"I have a gift for you, my dear."

He let her hand go and picked up a black leather neck collar from a side table. She stayed still as he wrapped the band around the sides of her throat, pulling the strap through the buckle. He tested the fit, pulling it tighter until her expression balked at the constriction. He backed off one notch and secured it.

"I want you to be reminded of my control, but still be able to function. I have some energetic plans for you, and you'll need to breathe."

She took her first initiative, reaching for the neck restraint, feeling the tight collar and its chrome attachment ring embedded at the front. He watched her explore the neck bondage and decided to augment it.

"Let's add something."

He clipped a pendant to the ring. It had a large letter 'W' engraved in the ivory disk. She looked aside and saw her reflection in the wall mirror: her teardrop tits in profile below the black submission collar with its added label. Her perfectly made-up face, black wavy hair, and green eyes peered back at her.

The man leaned in to be side by side with her, almost cheek to cheek, like a couple's glamour photo looking back from the mirror.

"You look lovely, my dear. What's your name?"

"Wendy."

"What a coincidence; I let the 'W' stand for other names like wench or whore, but we'll make it Wendy this time."

He hooked a finger in the collar ring to draw her face to his. He pressed her lips, sliding his tongue deep inside. She reacted naturally to the raspy probe, sucking on it.

His hand came to cup one breast, kneading it gently. He knew to start slow and sweetly with soft foreplay, escalating the stimulation as their time progressed. It would build his arousal, but also keep her perpetually on edge as the intensity increased. Her heated passions would work to boost his orgasmic culminations at each successive copulation, whether oral or vaginal. He wouldn't deny her a share in the ecstasies if they were to happen for her.

He released her lips and turned, stepping away; his ring-hooked finger pulled her along. She stepped lively to keep up, her tits bobbing to her stride.

He took her to the central open space on the first floor. She saw it was much like Kyle's house, just different furniture and decorations. Various dining and coffee tables, tall and low, sofas, chairs, a big screen TV, and a fireplace. The faux gas fire gave the living room a reddish glow. He gave a thoughtful muse, mumbling to himself rather than her.

"Where shall we start?"

He decided quickly. He pushed her towards the living room sofa. Lying her gently on her back, he saw that her ass depressed the cushions. It was an ungainly angle for him to fully penetrate her pussy. He grabbed some throw pillows.

"Lift your ass, please."

Again, the gentlemanly manners early to still her uncertainties.

She planted her feet and elevated her hips. He took the opportunity to pull off her thong, sliding it down her legs. She lay her ass down again to flutter her legs, shinnying off the bikini bottoms; then ass up again so he could insert the pillows.

She rested her butt on the boosters, but now in an elevated arch that put her cunt in a more freely accessible pose.

He dropped his shorts, acting calm and cool but percolating a lust inside that he needed to initially squelch to have control over his body, and hers, during their coming time together.

But first, he needed to captivate her passions just as he would capture her body.

He knelt up on the couch between her legs and lifted her calves over his shoulders. He leaned over and planted his face in her snatch. He whipped his tongue up the crevasse, one side and then the other. He felt her torso torque and buck under his cunnilingual ministrations. His hands cupped her ass cheeks and held her twisting hips enough to continue the oral assault on her labia.

His nose was filled with her vaginal scent, a musky sweetness matching her flavor. His cheeks were smeared with the dew. She was panting with exertion, rubbing her pussy on his face, seeking the culmination of the stimulations.

All at once, her hips rose, her spine arched, and she careened out a cry of joy. He smiled into his face full of sticky pussy at the success of his operation. He leaned back, disengaging, as she wound down, resting her ass back down on the cushion bolsters.

Without pause, he shuffled closer and notched his oversized cock at her drenched cunt. He plunged in, full depth, one stroke.

Wendy felt the sudden stretch of her cunt as his large cock slid home. He heard her 'woof' at the sensation of his entry. At first, she recoiled at the massive invasion, but when the first throb passed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, her thighs and ankles around his waist.

He was pent up with lust and proceeded to fuck his newly arrived friend with vigor. He felt the power and pleasure at the warm, wet cunt of this latest young woman's acceptance of his manly privileges. He heard her gaining another sexual ignition, and the thought of her cumming on his cock set his ultimate rise in motion.

With a cry of delight and satisfaction, he held deep, pressed his pubic hard on her clitoris, raised his chest and chin, and poured his ball juices into her womb. Through the cloud of his orgasm, he perceived another equal cry of joy from Wendy. He stayed embedded as his cock wilted, and they shared a pussy tainted kiss of gratitude for the mutual pleasure.

Rising after the couch fuck and settling down for some refraction time, he decided to add wrist cuffs to her accoutrements. She cooperated with this new addition to her bondage adornments.

After a bite to eat to recharge their energies, he sat on the couch, receiving her blowjob as he watched a similar scenario play out on the living room TV screen. It showed a previous house guest, like Wendy, whom he had recorded. And now, just as then, his kneeling fellatrix was being secretly filmed for his viewing amusement with her probable successor sexual visitor. He would watch this session's video when he was entertained by the next offering from the Share-a-Friend network.

He was controlling the action; his hands palmed her ears as he twisted and bobbed her head at his whim, sometimes poking against the inside of her cheek. He ordered her, with her arms clipped behind by the cuffs, to look at his face as his cock sluiced her mouth, occasionally thrusting a deep throat, holding as she swallowed on the knob wedged in her tonsils. The 'no deepthroat' instructions had failed to be forwarded by her preceding sex swap. Wendy managed the new experience with inescapable acquiescence.

"Use your tongue, wench."

He held her still, half shaft embedded as she swirled around his erection.

On screen, he watched his previous fuck-mate endure similar torment. It revved his ego, and the thought of a continuous stream of newfound babes brought on the familiar sweet feeling. His growl of pleasure was accompanied by his jets of sperm shooting into Wendy's mouth.

Having spurted his spunk twice into Wendy, he decided they were acquainted enough to share his name. He unclipped the cuffs, drew her up into a side cuddle on his lap, and palmed her tits.

"I'm Scott, by the way."

She let her hand fall to his groin between her thighs as he continued his clutch on her boob.

"Pleased to meet you, Scott."

He gripped her captured mammary more tightly, amplifying his show of dominance.

"Pleased to fuck you, Wendy."

The rude manhandling and words triggered her passions anew, and she leaned her head on his shoulder, turning her face in to add a peck of affection on his neck. Her body warmed to his manly control over her, and her hand continued to finger his groin.

They played for a while, cock and tits, until he moved to disengage.

"Time for some more fixings."

He stood up and she remained seated as he reached aside the couch and took up the black leather ankle cuffs. He pulled one leg aloft, spreading her groin, briefly looking at her pink blossoming pussy. He clipped one band to her ankle and, lifting the other leg, clipped on the second restraint.

He led her naked upstairs to the master bedroom.

She saw the straps at the bed corners and was non-resistant as he laid her out spread-eagled, fastening her limbs to the head and foot boards.

He mounted her in missionary, a hard pounding fuck. Wendy closed her eyes and reveled in the bondage rape fantasy, reaching her peak three times on his large, thrusting cock before he unloaded his sperm in her womb.

Sometime later, Scott was naked in bed, snoring contentedly. He had released her bed attachments before dozing off after their rousing, rough bondage fuck. She lay in post-orgasm glow, wondering what he intended for her next sexual quest. Her slumber was fitful; scenes of sex, bondage, and submission filled her dreams.

It was just pre-dawn. Wendy stood in the upstairs window, looking across at Kyle's house, wondering what he was doing in her absence. Scott had been a wonderful experience, and she was grateful for the fabulous sex. But Kyle had been her first swap in this incredible passed-around sexual escapade, and she longed to return to his intimate embrace.

In the dim light, there was a silhouette of two people in his upstairs bedroom window. One was standing and one was kneeling. The kneeling one had her mouth stuffed with cock. Wendy saw it was a woman, and she was shocked to recognize her friend Chloe giving a vigorous but sensual blowjob to Kyle.

And then, not so surprised, when she considered the way Chloe had pawned her off to Mike at the graduation party, and in turn, he had passed her off to Kyle. And now, Scott.

But the result had been beneficial; her sex life was evolving into a world of carnal pleasure and happiness.

Wendy was preening herself in the master bathroom. A quick shower, with the use of a conveniently provided douche kit, had her feeling clean and fresh for her jaunt back to Kyle's house over the backyards. Another convenience found was an array of stocked cosmetics.

Scott came in to stand behind her, pressing his nude body against her back, his hanging cock and balls in her ass crack. He reached around to lift and squeeze her tits in his palms. He peered at her face, looking back at himself in the mirror reflection.

"I have some friends who want to fuck you."

She was stoic about the news. Not what she had hoped, returning to Kyle, but not unpredictable considering recent events.

"Let's get you ready."

He led her to the bedroom. She expected to be dressed sexily for another trip to another site. But he laid her cuffed body on the bed and quickly strapped her down again. With a final flourish, he tied a blindfold around her head.

"Oh, Wendy, you look marvelous, so easily fuckable."

Just then, the doorbell rang, and she heard Scott open the front door and greet his friends. She heard their steps approach as they entered the bedroom.

No words were spoken. She felt hands examining her body, caresses all over her smooth skin, pinches to nipples, a finger probing shallowly at her pussy, sensing the ready wetness.

"Nice one, Scott. Is she yours?"

"Just visiting; Kyle brought her over."

"Can we fuck her?"

"Sure. Why not?"

Wendy heard the rustling of clothing as they stripped. She braced her body and set her mind to more of the sexual friendship exploitation.