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EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read If You Are Holier Than Thou
Whoever said men and women can’t truly be friends wasn’t lying, Yesterday, September 1st, was my birthday, and I capped it off by banging one of my closest female friends. She’s called Sasha and we have always treated each other like brother and sister. Oh….let me correct that. She has always treated me like a brother. Men never treat women like sisters. Men just pretend to do so. The truth is that every guy sees his all his hot female friends as potential shag-mates. If opportunity ever arises, the ‘D’ shall meet the ‘P’. For me, that opportunity presented itself.
It all started like our other normal meet ups. I had just gotten back home on Thursday after my day’s activities when Sasha called me and asked me what plans I had for my birthday. I told her I didn’t have any yet so she said she wanted to come over and chill. . She also told me she had a small present for me. So I waited. Since we live in neighboring estates, it only took her like twenty minutes to get to my place
As soon as I opened the door for her, male appreciation filled my gaze. A hungry glint of lust brightened my eyes whereas my grin shifted to one of anticipation. My gaze flicked over her circular breasts, the slopes of which were revealed by the low neckline of her T-shirt. I hugged her and smiled. A slow, sensual smile that struck at the very core of her sensuality.
Sasha was looking extra yummy as she walked past me and dumped her butt on one of my sofas. She then placed the gift bag she was carrying on the coffee table next to her.
“Umeniletea nini?” I asked her.
“Kuna two bottles of red wine hapa halafu na kuku.” She responded jovially.
“Thanks….hehe. Yani lazima ungeniletea tu kuku ju mi ni mluhya?” I asked as I sat next to her and poked her.
“Yes….ni kuku haijapikwa by the way. Nimebuy kwa supermarket. Naenda kukupikia,”
Sasha has always been a good cook and when she said she was going to prepare a meal for me, I was more than glad. I chilled and began watching TV as she made her way to the kitchen. I’ve always liked the fact that she always roams around my house like she owns it.
“Weka Dancehall please,” she requested after a while as the aroma started diffusing from the kitchen to the sitting room.
Sasha is a die-hard fan of Jamaican music yet she’s not even a ghetto girl. She doesn’t listen to anything else. She’s kinda like Tallia Oyando, classy but still rocking hard with the Caribbean.
I obliged and played the ‘Jambe-an’ riddim. I could hear her singing along in the kitchen, her voice as nourishing as that of a broadway singer. About ten minutes later, the meal was ready – ugali and chicken.
We finished the meal quickly and proceeded to gulp on glasses of wine. Sasha took out a blunt of weed, lit it up and smoked it. I don’t smoke so I just watched her having fun. It wasn’t long before she got super high. She started twerking harder than a vixen in a Konshens video.
I was getting a little tipsy too since I had taken most of the wine while she concentrated on puffing, dancing and eating chocolate. I had never seen a girl that smokes and eats chocolote at the same time.
For a second, the image of me licking chocolate from her body flashed through my mind. Decadent dark chocolate that my tongue would feast on, my features twisted in pleasure. But that was just a fantasy.
I joined her in dancing around the sitting room and made sure to grind on her as much as I could. To be honest, I can’t remember how exactly it happened but before we knew it, she had turned around and we were kissing.
Before she had time to think, I tore apart the snap and zipper of her jeans, and before she could do more than rasp out an “Aaaah …,” the jeans were coming off her legs, only to come to a stop at her pretty boots. Gripping the hem of the denim, she fought to cover the fact that she was completely wet beneath the jeans. I didn’t mind though, I gripped one soft foot then the other and within seconds jerked the boots from her feet.
I stared at her with excessive hunger and kept touching her while she struggled to undress me too. My hands ran through the soft bare curves of her lovely ass leading to the creamy flesh of her thigh.
Gripping my shoulders, Sasha held on, unable to do anything for heart-stopping seconds but meet my lips and tongue and draw as much ‘munjus’ as she could,.
My right hand lay at her hip, holding her to me as the other stroked up her side until my wide palm could cup and weight the curve of her breast. An enterprising thumb stroked over the hard peak, sending spikes of dark, wicked sensation to spread through her body as she arched into me, suddenly eager for more.
For a moment, she seemed to hesitate. She was fighting a need that seemed to burn through her tiny tummy, into her pussy, and wrap around her clit like a lover’s caress. But when I touched her again, her entire body felt wrapped in static electricity, her skin humming in pleasure at the feel of my body against her.
Sasha lifted her knees to grip my waist and allowed the heavy, hard ridge of my cock beneath my boxers to ride against the sensitive mound of her pussy through the thin pink panties she wore. It was exquisite. Pleasure seared the swollen bud of her clit beneath the fabric and dampened the sensitive folds of her pussy as a feeling of lush sensuality overcame her. I made sure her legs were rapped roundly around me and carried her. As her knees circled my waist, she was aware of me walking, moving, until she felt the smooth, butter-soft leather of the couch beneath her back. I placed her there.
Her legs still rounded me firmly, her hands still burrowed in my hair. My lips moved back to hers. A little nip of my teeth and she opened to me, kissing me deeply once more. Pressing her cute feet into the leather of the couch, she arched to me, breasts and hips pressing into me.
Within seconds our undergarments were off and Sasha was reaching for me with all the desperate need for the warmth that was so much a part of me.
“Not yet,” I growled, pushing her hands back as I spread her thighs and gazed down at the bare folds of her punani. “I want you to touch yourself as I watch.”
Her womb clenched in response, a punch of sensation vibrating through it as lust speared straight to the heart of her sex. Beneath my darkening gaze she felt the folds heat, become plumper as her clit swelled with responsive need.
“Touch yourself for me,” I repeated, my gaze flicking to hers before lowering once again between her thighs. “Let me see the pleasure you can give yourself first. Tease me, lass, until I’m ready to fuck you hard.” I was speaking English all through. That’s what happens whenever I am tipsy.
Sasha nearly lost her breath; definitely she was losing her senses. As I moved to kneel on the floor beside her, her fingers slipped down her stomach to the wet heat of her sex. There was something about the wicked challenge in my gaze that called out to the temptress she’d always wondered if she could be. Her breath caught as she circled her clit slowly and my throat rumbled with a low vibration of appreciation.
Slick juices of her arousal clung to her fingers and I was loving the view. Her touch moved to her clit as I joined her in parting the intimate folds with my fingers, parting her, sending swift flares of desperate heat exploding through her pussy and travelling through her body.
“There, dear,” I crooned. “Stroke your pretty clit, show me your pleasure as I feel it trembling through you.”
Her head twisted on the leather cushions, her hips arched, driving the finger penetration deeper. I could tell she was too horny, she wanted me inside her, wanted me filling her. It was my duty as a man to give her what she wanted.
I rushed to grab a condom and wore it as she continued to pleasure herself.
She stared back at me, her tongue running over her lips as I turned her over to a sitting position, tilted her body a bit and spread her legs wider. With my feet on the floor and my body bending towards her, I penetrated her and started pumping. My hands were firmly dug on the cushions as if was doing press ups at a 45 degree inclined angle.
Sensation speared her clit as I started moving my cock from the shallow regions of her cunt to the deeper ones….and back to the shallow ones. A cry tore from her. Her sexy thighs spread wider to accommodate me as my cock shoved the sensitive muscles, parting them with a swift, fiery thrust of pure pleasure.
She was burning out of control. As I fucked her, her fingers kept rubbing the top of her pussy, stroking against the tender bud. Shards of heat pierced her vagina. She wanted to beg for more, but she could barely breathe for the need. The next thrusts were brutally hot, filling her, giving her a small measure of that pure heat she was begging. My cock kept exploring, rubbing every corner inside her cunt.
“Oh God, yes!” Her fingers moved faster, harder against the top of her pussy, above where my dick was working as she felt waves of impending release beginning to rise inside her.
Sasha was so close. The combination of finger and dick drove her to the stars. She could feel the hard nub of her clit throbbing in need, the aching demand for orgasm tearing through her as she whimpered in distress. Eyes closed, lips parted, she moved her fingers over the ultra-sensitive bud of nerves as a moan of desperation slipped past her lips.
“Philip!” She shouted. Her hips churned, thrusting up into each impalement of my cock as she felt tears filling her eyes. Each stroke inside her only built the pleasure higher.
“I’m gonna cum …” Her head tossed as her fingers fought to move faster, harder, against her pussy.
My Luhya manhood flicked with fiery heat over the tight bud of her clit, stroked, brushed and within seconds threw Sasha into a release that had her fighting back a scream of pure rapture. Arching, her thighs tight, tremors racing over her body she felt the fiery explosions tearing through her.
“Happy birthday, “ she said while panting. “That was dope”
I looked at the clock and it was just a few minutes past midnight.
But before the last shudders of completion raced through her, the feel of the broad, hot head of my cock pressed between the slick folds of her pussy once more and began a firm, demanding rocking motion that stretched her flesh and sank me, inch by inch, inside the trembling vaginal muscles as they tightened and gripped on me.
Fresh heat rose inside her punani, inundating the gripping rod with ripples of sensation as it relaxed marginally, taking the iron-hard, wide cock with an exciting pleasure-pain.
Her hands gripped my biceps, her nails biting into the tough skin. I worked the hot tool inside her more vigorously, sparking a wildfire of brand new lust that rapidly burned out of control. Ecstasy surged through her. The feel of my cock burning her with pleasure-pain, tore a whimpering cry from her lips.
I clenched my teeth and fought against the ever rising tide of pure, hunger unlike anything I had known before. The clench of her punani around my dick was agony and ecstasy. The rippling of those muscles stroked and caressed clenched on the sensitive head and sent brutal fingers of sensation tearing through the stem, my balls, then up my spine.
God help me, pleasure had never been so intense. It bordered on pain it was so overwhelming. Beneath me, Sasha arched closer, her legs lifting, knees gripping my waists as I stroked deeper inside her, lodging to the hilt and feeling my balls tighten in impending release.
Pumping harder, my breathing became harsh and I scented the impending second release of my mate. I felt Sasha’s punani tightening further, growing hotter, rippling, shuddering until she jerked in my arms and I felt the spill of her juices along the hardness of my dick.
Her second ‘coming’ created a kind of wetness that made it impossible for me to hold back my cum any longer. I clenched on the cushions and exploded in volumes. My release spurted hard and with a blaze of ecstasy from the head of my cock, filling the CD, sending a surge of fiery heat racing through my body.
My cock jerked and throbbed, semen spilling as pleasure raked across my nerve endings. I had just banged a friend.
What was going to happen now? I have no idea. All I can say is ‘What a way to kick off my birthday!!!’
