With Kat being married and having a full-time job (I also have a full-time job, although I’m not married), it isn’t always easy to schedule time when I can eat Kat’s pussy. And she can eat mine. Much as we both want to. Depending on the week, we manage to get together from one to three times a week. From time to time, I would mention that my boyfriend lacked her skills in bed. Or she would mention the skills that her boyfriend Dave’s tongue and cock possessed for inducing orgasms. I began to become intrigued about Dave. From time to time, she offered to share him with me. But he was the guy she had been cheating on her husband with several times a week for well over a year. I didn’t think it was right to move in on her man, even to share him while she was there.

Besides, as awkward and unskilled as he was in bed, I did have a boyfriend. It was one thing for me to have some pussy on the side. And quite another for my boyfriend not to be my only source of cock.

Then one day, over a dinner out, the relationship between my boyfriend and me got really strained. Never mind the details. Kat could tell I was feeling pain over this stress in my other relationship (besides the one with her).

“I like you, Justine,” she told me. “A lot! In fact, I think I may already be starting to fall in love with you a little. You really should let me show you what a skilled cock can do for you. Let me bring Dave into our bed with us. If you don’t enjoy him, you never have to let him into bed with us again.”

I was still hesitant.

“I won’t push Dave on you,” she told me. “If and when you feel ready, just let me know. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about Dave or cocks right now.”

“Oh?” I winked playfully. “So what do you want to do?

Kat hiked up my skirt, smiling and gleefully clapping her hands when she saw that I had no panties on underneath.

Her first kiss on my pussy made me warm. He second kiss made my tingle. Her first lick made me damp. Her sixth lick made me wet. Her second clit-nibble made me come. Hard!

I put Kat on her back and began to lick her luscious little clit. She encouragingly placed her feet on my shoulder blades. I slipped a finger into her pussy, and curled it to caress her G-spot. Never for a moment pausing in my licks on her clit.

I was resting in Kat’s arms, when my cell phone buzzed. Damn! I forgot to turn it off!

It was my boyfriend. He chose that very moment to loudly resume our earlier fight; very loudly.

I told him, “I’m not doing this right now.”

My boyfriend ignored me, and he kept yelling.

“Fuck off!” I yelled.

My boyfriend was shocked at my standing up to him like that, and he began to apologize. Over and over.

“I’m not doing this on the phone,” I said. “I’ll come by your house tomorrow and we can talk out our relationship.”

He started to argue, so I hung up.

I turned to Kat. “Set up a meeting for Dave to fuck me,” I said simply. “After all of this bullshit, I need a cock that knows its way around a pussy.”

Kat kissed me. “I know you won’t be disappointed.” She reminded me that Dave is almost as big across as a soda can. And two inches longer than a soda can, too!

The thought of all that cock in me was getting me more excited than I cared to let on. My pussy betrayed my thoughts, as it contracted and contracted and contracted, while letting out a loud, excited “squish!” noise.

“I think somebody is horny!” Kat grinned, climbing on me and grinding her clit on mine. Through two orgasms each.

On our next date, three days later, Kat picked me up at five o’clock P.M. (right after work) and drove me to an unfamiliar neighborhood. She wouldn’t tell me where we were going. We parked on a neighborhood street, and then we walked down the street and around the corner. She walked up to the door of a nice little Tudor-style brick and stucco house. She didn’t knock. She didn’t ring the doorbell. She just pulled a key out of her blouse, from her cleavage, and unlocked the front door.

“Dave gave you a key?” I asked, surprised.

“Well,” Kat replied sheepishly. “Not exactly. The last time he fucked me, while he was taking a break to pee, I swiped his spare house key out of his nightstand drawer. I’ll give it back. After he shows you what a real cock-fuck feels like.”

We closed and locked Dave’s front door behind us. Kat led the way to Dave’s bedroom. As we kissed, she stripped me, so I started stripping her, too.

Naked, we both climbed onto Dave’s bed, lying atop the sheets and blanket. “He should be home from work in about fifteen minutes,” Kat grinned.

To pass the time while waiting for Dave, Kat picked up her cell phone and called her husband. She chose her words carefully, so nothing would be an outright lie.

“I’m going to be home after work very late,” she said. Note that she didn’t actually say she would be at work. “We’re about to get very busy around here.”

“We’re going to get busy as soon as Dave shows up,” I giggled.

“I’m on the phone,” she said to me, as if addressing a coworker. “I’ll get to you in a minute.”

I smiled, because I knew that Kat and Dave were both going to get to me. And to get busy with me.

I think her husband asked who was talking in the background. Still maintaining answers that apply equally to sex and work, Kat craftily replied, “One of the other people here. We’re all going to be very busy this evening. I have to hang up now. See you when I get home.” She hung up and turned off her phone. So we wouldn’t be disturbed.

We just both lay face up on Dave’s bed, side by side, naked, holding hands, occasionally leaning over each other for a kiss, but mostly just waiting for Kat’s boyfriend to get home. Dave had agreed to fuck me, but he didn’t know yet that it would be today. I was already getting wet as I thought of Dave’s full eight inches in me.

We heard a car pull into the garage. We heard the door from Dave’s garage to his kitchen open and shut. The refrigerator door opened, and finally closed after several minutes, during which he had apparently been searching for a snack.

We heard shoes being kicked off, and they dropped to the floor.

Finally, we heard soft footsteps on the carpeted stairway.

And footsteps padding down the hallway, toward the bed where Kat and I both lay naked, face up, holding hands.

Dave was momentarily startled to see two naked women on his bed. Then his handsome face lit up in a big smile. Dave made quite a show of stripping for us. Slowly. Sensuously. Kat was right. Even only semi hard, her boyfriend’s cock was big and beautiful.

Instinctively, Dave headed for Kat’s bare pussy, which he had eaten so often in the past.

“No, Dave,” Kat stopped him. “I already know how skilled your tongue is on me. But Justine has yet to experience your magical tongue for herself. The poor dear has never been able to come on a man’s face! Ever!”

“I’ll remedy that,” Dave assured Kat. And me.

Dave leaned over me and took his time kissing all over my naked body. Randomly. He might kiss my neck one moment, my thighs the next, my feet next, and then my breasts, my navel. I never knew where he might kiss next, and I think that random unpredictability is why I felt my pussy getting really, really wet.

As I softly moaned and squirmed against him, Dave began to softly kiss my pussy. He licked at my clit. The folds of my pussy now opened to him like flower pedals opening to welcome the first morning rays of dawn sunlight. His tongue slithered into me, and over my g-spot, and then back out to my clit.

He then began the clit nibbles that I was now getting used to from Kat. Except Dave nibbled with the strength and the quiet confidence of a real he-man.

I rubbed my foot against his leg. Then I locked my long legs around his waist and his butt. I shoved my pussy hard into his face. As his tongue swirled and danced on my swollen clit, he slipped a finger into my pussy, rubbing my g-spot with his finger. His tongue and finger sent me over the edge. Shuddering hard from head to toe, I came. Dave kept licking and nibbling, until I thoroughly soaked his handsome face.

He hungrily lapped at my juices as they poured out of me, making sure to lick at both my clit and my g-spot. He didn’t stop until I had come three times.

“I still want to eat you, too, Kat,” Dave grinned at his girlfriend.

The man was incredible! Three mouthfuls of my pussy juice, and now he moved over to drink even more out of Kat, as she lay beside me.

I leaned over and watched them. Dave ate her like he was still starving for girl-come. She locked her legs around his neck and rocked in rhythm with his licks. When she moaned loudly though her second orgasm into his face, the sight and the sound were so hot that, without me or anyone else touching my pussy, I came again. That made four for me.

A happy smile came over Kat’s beautiful face as she watched me come.

Dave was still licking Kat, and the combination of feeling his tongue, and seeing and hearing my orgasm, sent Kat crashing into her third, and by far her most intense, orgasm so far that evening.

I kissed Dave and told him he was wonderful. Kat kissed his cock and told him “I agree.”

Dave began to throb a little against Kat’s mouth.

“Hey!” Kat giggled sexily, “Save that for Justine!”

Then she turned to me. “The honor of the first cock suck of the evening goes to you, my love. If you want it.”

If I want it? Was she kidding? Dave’s cock was at its full eight inches, two inches across, and hard as a diamond. What woman in her right mind wouldn’t want to suck that? I couldn’t gobble him down my cock-hungry throat fast enough!

I tried to say “Damn, Dave’s cock tastes so good!” But with my mouth stuffed so full of hard cock, it came out sounding like “Mmmmmph!”

My tongue licked and swirled all over his enormous cock, as I greedily sucked more and more and more down my throat.

If I had a boyfriend as well endowed as Dave, I’m not sure I would share him with anyone. So I knew what a generous gesture it was for Kat, who I could tell was starving to swallow down her boyfriend, so selfless for her to let me have the first suck. What an honor, a treat, a true delight, My heart filled with love for Kat, even as my mouth filled with Dave’s very hard cock.

I felt Dave throb very hard, and Kat had told me before, that this was the signal to brace for a powerful explosion of come. I backed my mouth halfway off of him, just in time to catch his explosion onto my tongue. I could feel his sweet taste on every one of my joyous taste buds. Then I sucked hard again, until I felt his big, come-filled balls pressed up against my mouth. His cock throbbed mightily yet again, and I felt his powerful explosion of come against the back of my throat.

I let his cock exit my mouth with a loud “pop!” noise. I swallowed hard, and I felt his fresh., warm, thick, sticky come slide down my throat into my tummy. Mmmmmmm, Kat was right; this was how sex is supposed to be. Not what my boyfriend had been doing.

“That was amazing!” I moaned,

“What, you’re quitting now, Justine. Dave hasn’t even fucked his whole eight inches into you yet!”

I’d been so contented from being eaten, and from sucking such a beautiful cock. But Kat was right; there was no goddamned way in hell I was ending this yet, without her boyfriend’s entire very thick eight inches fucking me mercilessly.

Kat was right. It was time to find out for myself whether Dave was really as amazing a fuck as Kat had repeatedly told me he was.

So I laid down flat on my back, my feet firmly planted on the bed, my knees raised and spread wide apart. I placed my hand in front of my pussy, and gestured with my bent middle finger for Dave to come closer.

As Dave approached me, I moved my hand, to give him an unobstructed view.

“My god, Justine!” Dave practically wolf-whistled. “That is one pretty little pussy.”

“Isn’t it though?” Kat grinned. “I feel so lucky every time Justine lets me eat her. It’s an honor and a privilege to be invited to dine on her.”

I looked at Kat, and her pussy was wide open and leaking.

I looked at Dave, and his big, beautiful hard cock was throbbing like mad.

“There’s something else you can do with a pretty pussy, besides eat it” I moaned. “Wouldn’t you like to fuck me with that big cock right now, Dave?”

“Oh hell yeah, I would,” Dave groaned.

Kat was right about at least one thing she had told me. Listening to Dave’s deep baritone voice is, indeed, an instant pussy dampener.

Dave leaned in and rubbed his hard cock against my wet pussy three, maybe four times.

“Fuck me, Dave!” I shouted in my uncontrollable excitement.

When just that big bulbous head had sunk into me, I came instantly.

When his whole eight inches had finally slid into me, and his swollen balls were knocking against my pussy as if seeking permission to enter, I came again.

He banged me slowly at first, gradually picking up the pace, until he was slamming hard and fast and deep into me. I wrapped my long legs around his waist, and I loudly encouraged him to thrust even harder.

Finally, I felt his one great intense throb, which I now knew meant that he was about to explode his come powerfully into me.

I clamped my pussy down tight around Dave, and that sent him over the edge. As he began to explode into me, I shuddered from head to toe. And I thoroughly soaked his deeply buried cock in my girl-come. I must have come at least four times, and I know he came at least twice before the contents of his balls had fully emptied up his long shaft and deep into me.

He kept throbbing in me for probably about ten minutes, before he finally softened and slid out of me.

I looked over at Kat, and she had three fingers jammed up her pussy, and she was breathing hard and trembling. I pulled her fingers out of her pussy, and I dove my face into her, just in time for her to flood my mouth.

After about twenty minutes of all three of us kissing and petting, Kat pushed Dave flat on his back and yelled, “Damn it, I need cock!”

Kat straddled Dave, and she rocked the outside of her hot little pussy all along Dave’s semi-hard cock, until he was diamond-hard once more. I grabbed Dave’s big, beautiful eight-inch love monster in both of my hands, and I helpfully, lovingly stuffed all of it up into Kat’s eager snatch.

As Kat rode the hell out of Dave, I softly kissed Dave’s come-filled balls and the edges of Kat’s stretched-wide pussy lips.

Watching Dave and Kat come at the exact same moment was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Watching Kat’s orgasm onto Dave’s cock made me come even harder than I had when Dave was fucking me.

After about half an hour for all three of us to rest, Kat and I gave each other a knowing look.

“Yes, we should,” Kat whispered.

“OK,” I agreed. And with that we both got on our hands and knees, presenting our naked asses to Dave.

Kat peered over her shoulder, looking Dave straight in the eyes.

“Woof!” she giggled.

I peered back at Dave over my shoulder, too. “Arf!” I nodded my agreement with Kat’s statement.

Dave instantly knew what we both wanted. Woof and Arf could only mean doggy-style.

Dave spread Kat’s cute round ass open first. He gave her quivering pussy about a dozen licks from behind. When her pussy let out another loud, excited “squish!” he began to work his enormous cock through her ass and deep into her pussy. He thrust into Kat from behind, three or four times, and then he pulled out.

“You’re next!” Dave told me. Kat helpfully held my ass cheeks open, and Dave plunged his big thick cock right into my cock-hungry pussy, doggy style.

Dave kept this up for about an hour, three or four strokes into Kat, then a like number into me, Switching back and forth, driving both Kat and me completely crazy with lust, but holding us both back from full orgasm just yet.

Kat was the first to surrender herself completely to Dave. Clamping her pussy down tight around his cock. Teetering on her hands and knees as if she was about to topple over. And moaning loud enough to be heard down the next block.

Dave pulled out, dripping with Kat’s come and his own. And he thrust hard and fast, through my naked ass and deep into the back side of my pussy. Feeling Kat’s come and his come on Dave’s cock, made me come so hard on him, that I momentarily blacked out.

Next, Kat and I positioned ourselves into a sixty-nine, with me on top, licking Dave juice and girl-come out of each other. When we had finished, we turned both our tongues to the task of cleaning the come from all three of us, off of Dave’s still-hard cock.

All of that tongue attention on his cock made Dave throb again. So Kat hungrily gulped his entire eight inches down her throat. I could see the cock head throb against her hollowed cheek, as he groaned and exploded down her throat.

When Dave finally popped out of Kat’s mouth, we were both surprised at how hard he still was. I greedily gobbled him in one big, hungry gulp. He throbbed on my tongue. He throbbed against the roof of my mouth. He throbbed against my hollowed, sucking cheeks, first the left and then the right. He throbbed against the back of my throat. And then he exploded straight down my throat and into my tummy. Mmmmm-mmmm, good!

With my mouth and pussy now more full of sweet, warm, sticky come than ever before in my life – Kat’s and Dave’s – and with the room pungent with the scent of fresh raw sex – I felt that I was genuinely starting to love Kat, not just lust after her. She had not only generously shared her own beautiful body with me, but now she had also shared her super-hot boyfriend’s body with me, too. How could I not love such a selfless woman?

Later, after we had all showered together and dressed each other, as Kat was driving me home, she kissed me hotly and said “Didn’t I tell you Dave is the best fuck ever?”

“Very true,” I smiled, my pussy more satisfied than it has ever been with any man—with any lover save for with Kat herself.

But my smile quickly turned to a pout. “My relationship with my boyfriend is already on the rocks. How the hell can I go back to mediocre sex with him, after experiencing sexual heaven with Dave? I’m supposed to have a heart-to-heart talk with my boyfriend tomorrow. What the hell am I supposed to say to him? That I found someone who fucks me way better than he ever will?”

“I get your point, Justine,” Kat replied in genuine empathy. “It’s one of the reasons why I never sleep with my husband any more. But I also never tell him about Dave…or about you. I don’t want to be mean or cruel to him. Even though he has been mean and cruel to me. I will not sink to my husband’s level. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“I don’t know how or why you stay married, Kat,” I replied. “I’m not married to my boyfriend, we already have troubles, and after experiencing Dave, I don’t know that I can go back to him. I just don’t know. But you’re right, if I end it with him, I have to make it about something other than the terrible sex. You’re right. I don’t want to be mean or cruel about it. Hell, I don’t even know if I really do want to break up with him at all. We’ve had some fun times and good memories. But I’m just not sure it’s working out with him, on so many levels. Not just the sex. Although that’s a big part of it.”

“That’s why you need to talk this out with him. Not with me.” With that, Kat pulled up to my house, passionately kissed me good night, and told me “You’ll figure this out. I’m there for moral support any time you need it. You know that. But I just can’t make such a big decision for you.” Then she drove off.

(Stay tuned for Part 5, my confrontation with my boyfriend.)