Servicing Lynn

Lynn and I had done this several times when we were in a drunken stupor. Neither of us ever regretted it for a minute. "Besties always took care of each other," she would say. There were so many party nights we'd end up in a sixty-nine at her place, mostly because her parents didn't care. I never stopped to think that this could be considered cheating, and I still don't believe it is. It's just two best friends enjoying each other in the most intimate ways.

Larry knew about those times, and I'm sure he probably expected us to pick up right where we left off. "If it were another guy," he said, "I would be concerned. But it's Lynn, and I know she's not trying to steal you away from me. Besides, I think it's hot that you two hook up sometimes." So even Larry himself didn't consider my sexual escapades with Lynn as cheating. But I also knew why. He was hoping some day he might actually be allowed to watch us when we did it. "Maybe some day, Larry," I said to him. "Maybe some day."

I loved Lynn in a special way, and she reciprocated. I loved running my tongue over her succulent nipples, and soft, hairless pubic mound. And her pussy? Well, since I haven't had any other women to compare it to, I'll just say hers will always be the best and only pussy I'll ever want to eat. But things were about to change where that and other things were concerned, and I was oblivious to them as my tongue delved deep into the folds of her tasty womanhood

"Oh gawd Rosie!" she exclaimed as she pushed my face into her wet, steamy labia. "No one eats my pussy like you do! I've missed this, and I've missed you so much!" She held the back of my head as I kissed, licked, and sucked on her sweet inner lips, and swirled my tongue like a corkscrew inside her sugar walls.

I was so excited by it all, and her praise drove me on to give her as much pleasure as I could. And pleasure her I did. She ground her pussy into my face as I pushed back the hood of her clit with my tongue, took it into my mouth, and sucked on it like a tiny cock, swirling my tongue around it at the same time. I never realized just how much I actually missed being with her like this.

I had her all worked up now, right where I wanted her. I could feel her start to sweat as her body turned to liquid fire. She panted hard to catch her breath, and then her body froze as the biggest orgasm I'd ever seen her have took over. Her hips started bucking and gyrating out of control as I clung to her for dear life. She screamed at the top of her lungs in ecstasy, "I'M GONNA CUM ALL OVER YOUR SLUTTY FACE!" The moment I loved finally came. She squirted as I tried to keep up with the flow, lapping up every drop I could get in my mouth.

When it was over, she sat back and gently stroked my hair as I continued to lap up her delicious juices. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life!" she exclaimed. "You're so good at it. You're my little cunt slut."

I looked up at her and smiled, my face glistening with her juices. "I'll always be your little cunt slut."

"I'm glad to hear that. You mean so much to me in ways that I find hard to express." She bent down, and kissed my forehead. "My life has been feeling so empty of late. I know what's missing now. You. I need you, and I need you to have our baby. That's what I've been missing."

I looked at her, quite puzzled by what she had said. But what did I really feel? I could just imagine life with her, with our child. I could see us happy together for the rest of our lives. I would be telling a lie if I said I didn't want it. With the **** and the booze, Lynn had brought out the real me that was hiding inside. I loved her. I loved her with all my heart. Besides, I always did what Lynn told me to. In my present state. I was even more inclined to do it. I just smiled at her, and asked, "So what's the plan?"