Friends Helping Friends Ch. 05 by m_storyman_x

Friends Helping Friends Ch. 05 by m_storyman_x

“Seriously? He let you?” I heard Jen from the kitchen as I walked up the basement stairs.

“He did. I was a little surprised too. He took me to dinner at a strip club and then to Ellie’s house. We played some game called ‘dare you’ where Ellie and I took turns daring each other to do things,” Mandy told Jen. I stood in the stairwell and listened to her describe what had gone on during the game, and afterwards. It was pretty evident from her description that she had very much enjoyed the entire experience. “That last climax I had on Ron was so hard! God, I was so excited listening to Ellie describe stripping for Jack! Shit, I was so turned on listening to that, that I think I’d have let Bob stick it in me!” She said as she ended her description.

“Damn! Don’t let Bob hear you say that, or he will. Shit, I wish I could get Jack to fuck me again. Bob’s just being an ass and pretending he doesn’t want to have sex with me because I hurt his feelings.”

“What an asshole. I’m sorry he’s being that way. I kind of feel guilty, like I helped that happen. Hey, I know. I have Jack getting out the air mattresses and inflating them to make sure they’re good if we need them for when the girls come home for Christmas. He’s down in the basement if you want, you can go down and help him.”

“And by help him, you do mean…”

“If you want to. I have to run to the store, so you have about an hour, if you want it.”

“Hell yes,” I heard her answer from where I’d stopped on the stairs. I quietly retreated back down to the basement. I returned to where I’d set up the air mattresses and pretended to be messing around with the valve on one. She was trying to be silent, but I could still hear her sneaking down the stairs. No amount of stealth could bypass the creak that the fourth and tenth stair treads always make.

I acted surprised and interested as a pair of lacy panties flew past me and landed on the mattress. I reached for them without looking back. “Mmmmm. I think my wife is trying to tell me something.” I lifted the panties to my face and sniffed them. “I think she wants something. Maybe I’ll let her have her fun.” I stood up, not turning around, and pulled my shirt off. My pants and briefs went next. Leaving me in nothing but my socks. I crawled onto the air bed and rolled onto my back, closing my eyes. I laid the panties on my face over my eyes and spread my legs and arms, and then waited.

I maintained the charade as she crawled onto the bed. “Hey, lover. I’m all yours. Do with me what you will!” I said softly as I felt the bed move and then a hand close around my half-hard dick. “Oh yesss. I love it when you suck on me. I wish you’d do it more, especially now that you’ve learned those new tricks from Ron.” I felt her lips close around my head and begin to suck and tease me. My cock grew in her mouth and hand quickly, soon growing to my full proportions. I wanted to stroke her head and encourage her, but I held myself back and lay waiting for her next move. I knew it was coming when her mouth left my hard-on. She moved on the bed, rolled me side to side as she shifted on the squishy air bed. I felt her trying to straddle me and helped her by moving my spread legs together. There was no mistaking the feeling of her pussy lips as she worked my engorged head along her wet slit. “Oh yeah. Sit on me, sweetie. Let me feel you ride me.”

She nestled my head into her opening and settled down on me. “Oh fuck,” she moaned softly. I pretended not to hear, but moved my hands to her thighs as she began sliding up and down my dick. I slid my hands up to her breasts and cupped both, squeezing them in time with her up and down motion.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she gasped breathlessly after she’d been riding me for a good five minutes. Her wetness announced how quickly she was growing toward climax, which didn’t surprise me if Bob had been denying her like she had said. I let her have her way, letting her ride herself toward climax at the pace she chose.

“You’re so turned on, lover. I can feel how wet you are. Come for me. Let me feel your hot pussy come around me.”

“Uh huh,” she grunted.

“Oh yeah. Come for me and then make me come. I wanna fill your hot pussy with my cum.” The panties slipped off my face so I could see her naked body bouncing on my lap. Up and down she moved, bouncing us on the mattress, her moans and gasps attesting to her growing orgasm.

“Oh god! Gonna come!” Jen suddenly cried out as she slammed down on me. I felt her pussy clench and spasm around my shaft as she came, her juices leaking around my shaft as she continued to sit on me.

I waited until her climax just started to ease and then decided it was time to give her what she really needed. I took my hands from her tits and slid them to her back, pulling her toward me as her pussy continued to clench and spasm around my shaft. I rolled us over and held myself over her on my hands and knees. I started to thrust into her, driving myself in and out of her sopping wet, still spasming pussy. My strokes were long at first, enjoying the feeling of her pussy clenching around me. I drove into her as she cried out in pleasure, her climax pushed to new heights with the added sensations. I didn’t want her to lose it before I could come, so I stroked faster, pushing my coming climax closer and closer.

“This what you want to feel?” I grunted as I let my body go, the first spasmodic jerk driving me deep into her and unloading a massive gush of cum into her. Time and again I jerked and added to the load filling her pussy. I held myself over her, looking down at her as she panted for breath.

“Oh fuck,” I heard another female voice gasp behind me. I jerked my head to see the newcomer, Veronica, the neighbor from behind us. She had her stretch pants pulled down to her thighs, revealing her considerable mat of brown curls. Her shirt was pushed up, exposing her big, 45ish year old breasts. I watched as she leaned against the wall, her eyes closed, her body trembling as she continued to stroke her own pussy with her fingers. She opened her eyes and froze in place as saw me looking at her. With a sudden squeak of surprise, she tried to run up the stairs while trying to pull her pants up, her big tits wildly bouncing as she disappeared up the stairs.

Jen and I laughed for a moment. “You knew it was me the whole time, didn’t you?” She asked as we became serious again.

“Yeah.”

“And you pretended it was her, why?”

“Just to be playful.” I said with a shrug.

“Does this mean you’ll be playful every time I come over?” She asked hopefully.

“That depends on Mandy. But I heard her tell you to come see me while she was gone, so I if she wants to keep this to just couples, she’s not doing a very good job of it.”

“I know what Ronnie is going to want now.” She giggled. “I know if I was in her shoes I would.”

“Veronica? I didn’t expect her to show up.”

“I don’t think she expected to find what she did either. But I think she liked what she saw.”

“That seemed apparent. I should probably go explain to her.”

“I’d like to hear that one. ‘I was fucking my neighbor because her husband is being a jerk.’ Should explain everything.”

“Yeah. Maybe it wouldn’t.” I said as my softening dick slipped out of her. I rolled off her and she rolled back on top of me. She kissed me softly. “Thanks for the fuck, sweetie. But I better get home.”

“Sure.” I watched her dress and blow me a kiss before running up the stairs. I got myself dressed and headed up the stairs to continue with my Saturday chores.

—o—

“Daddy! I’m home!” I heard Samantha, our youngest daughter, call from the upstairs hallway almost a week later. At only 23, she was getting close to graduating college, the last of our three to do so. We’d see all of them home at Christmas, but only Sam would be home for thanksgiving with school being closed for the whole week. I stopped working and headed up the stairs from my office to greet her. meeting her at the top of the stairs. It never stopped amazing me how much she looked like her mother when we first met. I let her slip into my arms for her customary hug, my arms going around her to hug her back. In mid hug I realized we weren’t alone.

“Oh, hi!” The young lady behind her said awkwardly when she saw me looking at her.

“Oh yeah. Daddy, this is Sally. She’s a friend from school. She didn’t have anywhere to go over break, so I brought her home. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not, sweetie. Any friend of yours.” I uncoupled myself from the hug and held out a hand.

“Hi mister Young. I’m Sally Wu.”

“Hi. Well, um, we’re all adults here, just call me Jack.”

“If you say so. Thanks for having me.”

“Not a problem. Sam, why don’t you show her the upstairs guest room?”

“I was kind of thinking the one downstairs. That way she has her own bathroom.”

“Alright with me. Come on, Sally. I’ll show you to your room.” I took her bag down to the guest room next to my office, Sally following behind me, but not really saying much. She thanked me and I left the room, closing the door behind me so she’d have privacy if she wanted it, and headed back to my office. I only had about another hour before I could knock off for the long weekend. It’d be nice to have Sam home for the thanksgiving break.

I finished work and headed up to start dinner, it being my turn to cook. I usually did on days I didn’t go into the office. I was busy getting the pork chops ready to go into the oven when I heard Sally behind me.

“Um, Jack, where would I find a glass?”

“Ah, Sally, thirsty? Glasses are in the cabinet up there and there’s water in the fridge door. If you want soda, there’s a variety in the garage fridge, out through that door.”

“Thanks!” she answered with a smile. She walked to the cabinet I indicated and stood on her tiptoes to reach up into the cabinet for one of the smaller glasses. The incredibly short skirt she had on pulled up enough for me to see the round bottoms of both cheeks. There was enough bare skin that I wondered if she even had underwear at all on. I shook my head at the thought. Not that she might not, but that I even thought about it! She set the glass down and walked to the garage door. She came back moments later with a can of soda.