“Oh, my God, Bro, you gotta be lying,” Erin laughed. She had been laughing since I began telling my embarrassing story. I knew she’d get a kick out of it. We had been friends for far too long for us not to know each other’s sense of humor. Any story that involved me humiliating myself was right up her alley.
“I’m totally serious. You think I’d make this up?” I said, shaking my head. Erin and I sat next to each other on our couch, but Erin sat with her legs crossed, facing me as she rocked back and forth in her amusement.
“No, this shit could only happen to you, Shane,” she giggled and fingered away tears from the corners of her eyes.
“So, I’m sitting there, right? She just diagnosed me, and then she tells me to stand and take off my pants.”
“Wait, what?” she asked, wide-eyed with excitement.
“I know. Like this doctor just got done telling me how jerking off needs to become a bigger part of my lifestyle, and then she has me take my pants off to point out different things to me.”
Erin ran a hand through her raven hair as she pressed her face against the couch cushion, trying to hide from the secondhand embarrassment she felt.
“So there she is, poking my balls, pointing at my shaft—all the while I’m just nodding and smiling because all of my focus is on not getting hard—oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you. Of course, the doctor is fucking hot, too. Like of course!” I yelled in disbelief as I shook my head. “It’s like impossible to get diagnosed with hyperspermia and have an unattractive doctor.”
Erin’s laughter quieted, but her smile seemed to grow as she eyed me carefully. “What was hot about her?” she asked.
“I don’t know, she was hot,” I said, taken back by the question. Erin might have been a nineteen-year-old girl who was my same age and lived with me, but I didn’t really see her as a girl.
We had been best friends since before middle school and did everything together, from riding bikes and playing fighting in the grass to video gaming and going out drinking as we got older. When we started getting girlfriends and boyfriends, we’d talk about them a little bit (basically just acknowledging their existence), but even then, we didn’t get into the nitty-gritty.
To be honest, much of our conversations over that topic stopped completely over one summer in particular when Erin hit puberty and her breasts grew massively in just a month or two. Almost immediately, our play fighting stopped, and things became weird between us for a time. Erin hated her body during that time, but eventually, a new normal was found between us, and Erin seemed to grow comfortable again with her body. She stopped trying to hide her curves and just embraced them and then knocked any boy who disrespected her on their ass.
“Come on. What was hot about her? Tell me,” Erin pressed with a raised eye brow and her head cocked to the side.
I felt a swell of heat blush my cheeks from this line of questioning. Something about this awkwardness now reminded me of that time when our bodies were changing. We were old now—sophomores in college, roommates, and unsupervised, which made this conversation feel all the more dangerous.
“I don’t know, she was hot. She possessed the same qualities that all men find attractive,” I said.
“Like...” Even Erin was starting to blush as she leaned forward to meet my gaze.
I shrugged, “Big tits, fat ass, blonde hair…”
“Oh, so that’s your type, huh?” she asked her smile slightly doused, “Didn’t know you went for that blonde bombshell thing. God, does every guy have a cheerleader kink?”
Overwhelmed by the line of questioning, I held up my hands, “First of all, no, blondes aren’t my thing. Secondly, we’re getting off-topic here. I was in the middle of my story!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Erin said, waving my story away, “You got your junk poked a bit and had to keep from getting hard, yada yada yada. So tell me about this hyperspermia condition, what’d your blonde bombshell say about it?”
I sighed and rolled my eyes, “Basically, make too much sperm too quickly for my body to store. So that’s why it was hurting me before.”
“No girlfriend and not enough,” Erin made the jacking-off motion with her hand, complete with wet sound effects.
I laughed, “Yeah, pretty much.”
“So,” Erin said, leaning back on the arm of the couch in a way that arched her large breasts up and toward me. Her black top hugged them to her chest but left a long line of cleavage to stare at me. “What’s the magic number then?”
“Huh?” I raised an eyebrow.
“How many times you gotta cum to keep your body chugging along,” Erin asked with an amused grin.
“Fuck you, I’m not telling you that,” I said, standing and looking for things to pick up and straighten off the floor and the coffee table.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s weird, besides your such an asshole you’ll start like a tally or something. I’d be going to class and hear you yell out if I did my daily bating.”
Erin clutched her stomach as she laughed, sprawling out on the couch. “A bating quota,” she laughed harder.
“See? I told you, you were an asshole,” I said.
“No, come on, don’t be that way. I’m studying to be a nurse, and I need to learn these things. How many?”
I groaned to myself as I rubbed my palms down my face, “She said like five or six times.”
Erin made a face and rolled her eyes, “Five or six times a week? That’s nothing. My ex-boyfriend and I used to fuck that much for the fun of it.”
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be bad,” I nodded, doing a circle around the room as I shook my head, “but it's daily. Five or six orgasms a day.”
Erin’s eyes went wide and her eyebrows tall in stunned silence before she burst out laughing. “Six times a day? Six times a day!?” she covered her mouth, but it did little to silence her laughs.
“Yup, there you go,” I said, gesturing to her, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Bro, that’s like forty-two times a week!” Erin ran her fingers through her black hair as she did the math, “That’s almost two-hundred times a month!”
“Thank you, yes, I did the math, too,” I said, slightly annoyed.
“Okay, okay, my bad, I’m sorry,” Erin said and stood, waving her hands, “I wasn’t laughing at you, it’s just—”
“Yes you were, get the fuck out of here,” I said.
“Okay, a little, sorry,” Erin shrugged in a more feminine way than I was used to seeing come from her. She was much shorter than me. My experience with puberty gave me nearly a foot of height on her and a layer of muscles on my broad shoulders, arms, and chest that wouldn’t allow her to compete with me in a play fight even if we still did that sort of thing.
“Jesus, how am I supposed to jack off six times a day? I mean, logistically alone, there’s going to have to be class days when I do it at school. God, can you imagine if I get thrown out of school for getting caught jacking off at school?”
Erin hung her hands on her hips, “Well, if you’re worried about getting your numbers, maybe I can help.”
I chuckled. “What?”
“You know,” Erin said with a coy smile, “give your hand a break. I’ve got two hands that could help... and other things...”
“Shut up,” I said, laughing nervously, but when I saw she was still looking up at me with that soft but flirtatious grin, I couldn’t help but imagine my friend naked and in several other positions. “We can’t… I mean, what if it got weird between us?”
“This isn’t emotional; it’s physical. It’s medical,” Erin said and closed the distance between us. “I’m just saying we work together to... help you with this medical condition.”
“So, you’re saying...” I said, clearing my throat.
“I’ll jack you off. Goddamn, dude, do I gotta spell it out for you?” Erin said with a roll of her eyes as she hung her hands off her hips.
I half laughed, rubbing the back of my neck, “Okay...”
“Come here,” she said
We sat down back on the couch, and Erin scooted close to my side. The moment's awkwardness was enough to crush a man as I undid my belt and pulled my boxers and jeans down. The smile Erin wore as I did was something between excitement and that of one she had for practical jokes. I waited for her to laugh the entire time, only for her to lean closer to get a better look. As she did, I couldn’t help but sneak a couple of looks down her cleavage. Her impressive mound of breasts did half the work of getting me hard.
She moved my hand, and I lifted it, putting it along the back of the couch behind Erin’s back. “It’s so big,” Erin said in half a giggle, half patronizing voice. “Bro, look at this thing,” she said, slipping her hand around the base of my cock and flipping it this way and that so the tip swayed around. “Shane, are you serious right now? I didn’t know you were thing big.”
I knew she was just trying to compliment me, but it left me feeling even more awkward. I knew I was bigger than average but it wasn’t like I had a twelve-inch cock. In the end, I just kind of smiled and shrugged, and Erin rolled her eyes and laughed as her hand slowly stroked my shaft.
Her hand was soft and gentle with me. She pumped my cock slowly for several minutes and seemed to relish in the ebbs and flows of pleasure she caused me. Erin’s eyes would frequently bounce from my cock up to my face to study the wonderful agony I was in. She’d bite her lower lip as she watched my eyes and then my lips for a time. A couple times my eyes briefly met hers and she briefly hesitate, smile, then return her focus to my cock. It was beyond weird, getting jacked off by my best friend, and even weirder yet that I was super turned on by it. It felt like I had just unlocked a new kink without realizing it.
When I grew closer to cumming my hips began to shift and raise and small groans escaped my lips as Erin stroked me faster. Erin herself seemed to grow equally desperate as her mouth hung open while she panted, and her body pressed closer and closer into mine until she nearly climbed on top of me. She settled with wrapping one of her legs over one of mine and pressing her cheek against my chest as she pumped my cock harder. I could hear her small moans and breathy grunts as she squirmed with anticipation.
Finally, it happened. My balls lifted and flexed as my white semen spilled out of my shaft.
“Mmmmm,” Erin hummed and giggled with approval as my hand fell to her back, hugging her to me.
My friend continued to pump my cock and cum continued to shoot out of it. She angled my dick down, so most of the mess went on the floor and the coffee table and then finally drizzled down her hand.
“Oh, my God,” Erin chuckled, lifting her head to look at me, “There’s so much!”
“I told you. Did you think I was making it up?” I shrugged with a smile.
Even after the splash of mess I made on the coffee table, floor, and even on my jeans, my hard cock continued to flex as the last of my cum oozed from the tip of my shaft. Erin marveled at my shaft with a half smile and wonderous eyes up until I pulled up my pants and zipped up.
“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!” she complained like I had just stolen away her favorite toy.
I chuckled, “Shut up, we have to clean up the mess you made.”
“I made...” she said, joining me in the kitchen to gather Windex and paper towels. This is like a superpower. We need to find you a paying gig to harness it.”
“What? And I can be the superman of cumming?” I joked, “They can call me Masturbatorman?”
Erin’s infectious laugh made me laugh with her as we cleaned the floor and table.
“No, man, I’m serious,” she continued, “Like a sperm clinic would love you.”
“I don’t think they pay you for sperm; I’m sure there’s plenty of guys who jack off for free.”
“They’d pay for what you’re packing… Maybe you need to change majors. Instead of trying to become a cop, you become a male prostitute.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said in a laugh.
“I’m serious, man. I could be your pimp. I’ll advertise online… we’ll corner the market.”
“Okay, well, thank you for your help, but I’m going to go study for my CJ-202 exam,” I said, washing my hands.
“Alright, suit yourself,” Erin shrugged. As I walked out of the living room and toward my bedroom, Erin called, “Let me know if you need a hand tonight!”
Chapter Two
The next day was Thursday, which for me was my ‘getting fucked’ day when it came to coursework. I had four classes on Thursday, including a three-hour course at night from six to nine at night. It was annoying, but it freed up much of my week to set my classes up this way. After Erin’s assistance on Wednesday afternoon, I spent most of my evening locked in my room. Partially to avoid awkwardness but mostly because I had lots of studying to do.
“Hey,” Erin said when she woke Thursday morning and shuffled into the kitchen to pour a glass of orange juice.
“Hey,” I replied, finishing the last bite of my cereal. Neither of us were morning people, but today was Erin’s easy coursework day, so she was still wearing her pajamas—a pair of boxers and a heather gray t-shirt without a bra—while I was fully dressed for the day.
We sat on the couch watching TV for a few minutes in silence as we both scrolled our phones and Erin drank her juice. I had about a half hour before I had to leave so I was just about to sneak off to my bedroom to masturbate when Erin started talking—an unusual thing for her this early.
“We still hitting up the bar tomorrow night?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll need it after today. Two exams and a presentation, all fucking day,” I sighed.
“Fuckn’ a,” Erin said.
“I know, I’ll probably start drinking tonight. I’ll be lucky if I don’t start before my night class,” I joked.
“Was waiting for you to come out of your room last night,” Erin said, looking over at me, “Thought you might need some more help with your problem.”
I adjusted, rubbing my hand over my head. “Na, I just took care of it myself.”
“Why?” she asked, making a face.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “I don’t want to get the habit of bothering you six times a day, you know how old that’ll get?”
“Why not?” Erin pressed. “I won’t say no. It’s a medical thing, right?”
“Yeah...” I said
“I’m a big girl, I know what I’m getting myself into,” Erin said and looked me over briefly. Setting down her phone, she reached to the side table beside the couch and grabbed a small towel from a stack that wasn’t there the day before. “Here, pull your pants down.”
I chuckled and shook my head in disbelief, but Erin made an annoyed face.
“What? You have to leave soon, right? Come on, let’s do this.”
Finally, relenting, I shoved down my pants and laid back as Erin went to work. This time, she immediately hugged her body to mine as she began to stroke me. Without a bra on, her large breasts bounced with ease with every pump of her arm. She rested her head on my shoulder as she masturbated my cock. My low grunts were exchanged with her soft, high-pitched whimpers as she brought me to orgasm in half the time. This time, other than Erin’s hand which swam in my seed, there was nearly no mess thanks to her preparations. Erin blocked most of my shooting cum with the towel and continued to milk my shaft until the last drip fell from my tip.
A minute after I pulled up my pants, Erin washed her hands in the sink as I shouldered my backpack. “I’ll see ya later,” I said.
“Later,” Erin said, looking over her shoulder and catching me staring at her round ass.
The day went by as it usually did, with more than a little discomfort building throughout the day. Even before I was diagnosed, I was jacking off twice a day most days just to keep my balls from swelling in agony. But something about today made the pain worse than usual. I barely made it through my presentation through the pain, and the worst part was the unstoppable erection I had the entire time. I don’t think anyone noticed as I kept my binder in front of my lap the entire time, but doing so didn’t help my confidence at all.
“How’d it go?” Erin asked as soon as I walked through the door. She sat on the couch wearing a blue pair of athletic shorts, a red baggy hoody, and a Chicago Bulls baseball cap turned backward as she watched the game on TV.
I shook my head, exhausted. “I passed. That’s all that matters,” I sighed, dropping my heavy bag to the floor. I pointed to the energy drink in Erin’s hand, “I need one of those... or twelve...”
“That bad, huh?” Erin chuckled.
I grabbed one from the fridge and sat beside her. “You have no idea.”
“Looks like you didn’t find a way to sneak away from class to take care of that thing,” she pointed with her drink at my crotch.
“Jesus,” I groaned, remembering my erection, “I’ve been walking around with this for so long I forgot about it. ah,” I grunted as I grabbed it through my pants and adjusted its position.
Erin took a long pull off her drink before setting it down and clapping her hands, “My time to shine! Take your pants off,” she smiled excitedly.
I laughed and took them off. “How many energy drinks have you had already?”
“Not enough,” Erin said with a devious grin as she crawled over to me. This time she grabbed a towel and squirted a handful of her lotion into her palm. Her delicate hands wrapped around my iron rod of a shaft and slowly lathered my cock with her fruity-smelling moisturizer. “God, you’re so hard,” she gasped as she tucked herself underneath my arm. Her face nestled closer than usual to mine as she looked up at me. She smiled wickedly before biting my chest unexpectedly.
“Shit! What was that for?” I yelled with a smirk.
Erin laughed deviously as she pressed her cheek into my chest and rocked back and forth, “I just like fucking with you,” she said.
“Yeah? Well, you’ve definitely been doing plenty of that lately,” I joked.
“What? Is tugging on your dick not enough?” Erin asked, batting her eyelashes up at me. “Do you need me to act like one of your bimbo blondes, too?”
I burst out laughing, “Stop it. I don’t have any bimbo blondes.”
In full character, Erin made her voice squeak and feminized herself as she blinked rapidly and lowered her IQ. “All I want in the world is world peace, because if we get enough of the peaces we can put the world back together again. That’s why the world is flat; it’s all just one giant puzzle for us. Isn’t that grand.”
“Stop,” I said between laughs, “Don’t make me laugh while you’re holding my dick, it’s weird enough already.”
“Oh, dear,” Erin continued the act, putting a finger to her lips, “Did I upset my one and only Shane?! Oh! Please, forgive me my mostest one and only Shane.” Suddenly, Erin threw her leg over both of mine and straddled my lap, “Please, oh brilliant, Shane, don’t bother my two brain cells and just use my body as needed!”
Both of our laughs dwindled, leaving awkward smiles on our lips as our eyes bounced from each other’s to our bodies. Erin still gripped my shaft between her thighs and slowly stroked it. The combination of the position she put herself in, how maddeningly horny I was, along with the way she looked down on me now surged a confidence inside me. My hands brushed down my best friend’s chest and slowly unzipped the baggy hoody she wore. Erin bit her lip, hiding a grin as she did.
When the hoody was fully unzipped, it hung on the edges of her shoulders, exposing that she wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath. Erin’s massive breasts bounced together with her every move. Taking her breasts in the palm of my hand made her force out a gasp; it felt like she had been holding in for years. My warm, calloused palms squeezed her breasts, and my thumbs rubbed over her hard nipple, causing a look I had never seen to come over my best friend’s face. A weakness overtook her eyes as she swallowed and chewed on the corner of her lips. I repeated this massaging motion of her breasts several times, and my friend began to rock on top of me as her breathing quickened.
“Oh… Shiiit,” Erin moaned the more I flicked her nipples. When I leaned forward and took her left nipple into my mouth, she raised tall on her knees, pressing her large breast forward into my mouth. I sucked, bit, and flicked my tongue over her hard nipple and it drove her wild. “Mmmmm… fuck! Shhhhit…” she gasped and I felt her hand claw through my hair, grabbing the back of my head as she shuddered. Her voice was barely audible as she rasped the words out, “don’t stop… don’t stop—oh, fuck!”
With my mouth full of her breast, my tongue vibrated back and forth on her nipple while my fingers rolled her other nipple back and forth between my thumb and forefinger. Pinching and plucking it, I felt my friend’s body begin to shake violently as she leaned hard against me.
“Shhhiiiiit! I’m cumming!” she cried as her hips jerked back and forth and she suddenly pulled away from me as if my touch and taste of her nipple had turned from pleasure to fire. “Oh my, God... oh my God… Fuck…”
Several seconds passed as we both caught our breath, and Erin recovered enough to open her eyes and look at me. A mixed bag of emotions confused us both; they were written on our faces, but in both of our eyes, we could see the lust that called to us. In a rush of movement, I kicked off my pants and she yanked off her shorts revealing her bald pussy. When our lips met we exchanged a long and ravenous kiss as Erin’s hands palmed my chest and cheek. My hand ran through her hair, knocking her baseball cap off and letting her black bangs fall into her face as our tongues circled another.
My hands rubbed down the back of her hoody that barely clung to her by her elbows now. when my palms rubbed over her bare fat ass, I squeezed her cheeks and listened to her coo into my mouth. After several time of the head of my cock rubbing back and forth on her moist slit, my heart leapt with excitement when I felt the tip slide between her tight pussy lips.
“Ugh, fuck,” Erin gasped as she leaned back. Her eyebrows went tall the deeper I moved inside her. Her mouth agape, her eyes squinting as I filled her up, I think I could have came right then and there if I wanted. “Oh, shit—fuck!” she groaned as she I shoved my remaining inches inside of her.
Rubbing my hands up to her hips, I lifted her up as I pulled out and yanked her back down as I shoved back inside her. Repeating the motion, I fucked my best friend hard and her body quickly tightened as she screamed.
“Oh, God!” she cried and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me into a tight hug. My cock pounded up inside her and I felt her tits bouncing between us against my chest. “Fffffffuck! I’m gonna c-cum again!”
Hearing her cry out was all it took for me to lose control. Erin’s fingers dug into my back as my hands gripped her ass. I felt her pussy pulse around my shaft as my balls flexed and pumped loads of my cum inside her.
“Ughgod! Yes!” Erin moaned as she trembled.
Slowly, she released me and leaned back as she panted. When she did, my eyes took in her gorgeous body in a way I never truly did in the fifteen years of our friendship. Her breasts swayed with every breath, and her black hair covered half her face as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Did—did you just cum inside me?” Erin asked.
Blinking thought back into my mind, I looked down at my cock still buried inside my best friend. “Shit, I think I did.”
“Mmmm, don’t be, that’s fuckin’ hot,” Erin said between breaths. “I’m on the pill.”
“Okay, good,” I sighed.
“Mmmmm… fuck me…” she whispered as she slowly lifted her leg, and I fell out of her. Erin rolled to the seat beside me on the couch and spread her legs to watch my seed spill out of her. “For fuck’s sake, there’s so much…”
Erin barely had time to tuck the towel beneath her before the milky thick droplets oozed out of her. “Oh, my God, Mmmm…” she hummed as her middle finger played with the cum on her lips and circled her clit, all while I watched. “Dude, are you fucking kidding me right now?”
I looked at Erin and followed her eyes to my crotch, where my cock had barely softened before throbbing hard again. “I mean, what do you expect? You’re sitting over there naked and touching yourself,” I said.
“Hmm,” Erin smiled and leaned forward, poking my hard cock teasingly, “I never knew I had such an effect on you.
“Right back at you,” I pointed at her pussy that glistened with my cum and her juices.
“Fuck you,” Erin blushed, made a face, and briefly closed her thighs to kick the side of my leg. “So how many times in a row can you get hard?”
“I don’t know. As many as I want, I guess. It’s my disease, remember.”
Erin gawked in awe at my erection, “Masturbatorman…”
I laughed and shoved her chest so she fell backward on the couch. A flare of anger kissed the edges of her eyes as she shot upright and tried to shove me back. I grabbed her hoody and spun her around, only for Erin to grab my shirt over her shoulder and fall to the floor. I heard my shirt stretch as I fell on top of her and knocked the coffee table aside. Erin laughed as she tried to get on top of me, but I rolled her off onto her side.
Just like that, it was like we were young again and play wrestling. She shed her hoody easily, and her aggressive hands peeled my shirt off next. Naked, we laughed as we rolled this way and that. She squeezed her legs around me from behind, and I felt her teeth bite the side of my neck hard enough to cause a spike of pain. Undoing her legs, I spun her around on the floor. She tried to scoot away, but I grabbed both of her ankles and pulled her back to me. She giggled through a whimper of pain from the rug burn on the small of her back.
With her legs held together by her ankles, I folded her in half, bringing her knees to her chest and lifting her ass in the air. Her bare, wet pussy slit staring up at me. We were both panting as I lowered my cock down to her pussy. Pressing my head down as I leaned forward, I felt my shaft slide inside her tight hole like a warm knife through butter. A pained look turned to pleasure on Erin’s face as she looked up at me from around her legs.
“Oh, God, yes,” she gasped as I buried my shaft inside her. I felt her fingers touching the side of my hips, pulling me forward so every inch is filling her up. “Fuck me, fuck me!”
And I did. Thrusting in and out, I pounded my cock inside her repeatedly. God, it felt so good to let loose. It was as if my throbbing shaft was begging to thrust hard inside her wet dripping slit.
“Ah ah ah ah ah ahhh shhhit! Fuck!” Erin cried with every buck of my hips. Her arms were first wrapped around the back of her knees, keeping her legs raised, but the harder I fucked her the more she inched backward until she was squished against the side of the couch. “Jesus fucking christ! Ahhhh!”
Erin raised her hands above her head to grip the couch and hold her in place. My hands tightly squeezed her tender under-thighs, pushing her knees into her breasts as I fucked her into the floor.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, fuck—cumming!” Erin suddenly cried and straightened her legs or tried to.
A brief squirt of juices forced my cock out of her pussy but I quickly shoved it back inside her.
“Ahhhhhhh, fuuuuck!” she moaned, and I groaned back to her as I came again. My balls emptied inside her as her pussy milked me dry for the moment.
“Fuck, your pussy feels amazing,” I gasped as I collapsed beside her, gasping deep breaths, “Why haven’t we ever done this sooner.”
Erin giggled as she cupped her pussy with both hands as she rocked back and forth. The pulses of her orgasm still ebbing and flowing, “I don’t… know—shit…”
It was only a minute later when I felt Erin’s hand groping my exhausted cock.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, finally regaining my breath
“An experiment. I’m being scientific,” she said with a grin. It took only thirty seconds of her stroking my limp cock for it to flex to life, again. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“How many different ways do I have to explain it to you?” I sighed, exasperated.
It was a long night that evening. Over the next several hours, Erin and I inched our way from the couch in the living room to my bedroom down the hall. The wall, the floor, the dresser… they all became obstacles I used to fuck her against. We’d take breaks that lasted minutes or maybe a half hour, but eventually, one of us would start up again, and it would always end in a sweaty, sticky pile of cum.
Finally, it was mid-morning and close to dawn when I had my best friend on her hands and knees on my bed. I stood behind her with hand fistful of her hair in one hand and my cock buried deep inside her pussy.
“Ahhhh fuck!” she cried as her fat ass cheeks bounced back on me over and over again as my veiny shaft speared inside her juicy pussy. “Ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhh god!”
Our bodies clapped together with every rough thrust. Her fingers dug into the mattress as she came again. A tremble went through her legs as she wanted nothing more to do than collapse but couldn’t from me yanking her head back by her black hair.
“Cum ahhh…” Erin cried, “Cum inside me… cum inside me ughhhhh fuck!” she begged.
Flexing and ramming my shaft deep inside her, I groaned as I came. The amount of warm, milky sperm that filled was the same as it was the first time.
Collapsing for the last time that evening, I fell to the side of Erin, so I half laid on her back. My hand rested on her hips as we both gasped for air. Muscles screamed for rest almost as loud as my cock, and her pussy did. Minutes passed, and we both were drifting between wakefulness and sleep.
Drowsily, I asked, “So what does this mean for tomorrow?” Depending on how my friend interpreted it, this question was either light or loaded.
Erin took a deep breath and reached between her thighs to feel the stream of my cum pouring out of her.
“It means you’ve got a lot more options now than just six hand jobs per day,” she said with a smile in her voice.
