Squeeze in on the couch.

You shrug, smile and squeeze yourself into the small gap between the two men. Feels even smaller than it used to – your ass is bigger you remember than that scrawny butt of a man you used to be. Your two buddies remember it just like this, apparently, and let you squeeze in.

You smell their body odour – musky, soapy, already mixed with beer. It smells manly in here. Which you're used to, it's what Sunday afternoons always smelled. But it's different now. You smile. You enjoy the smell of men and your body feels warm and safe sandwiched between two men you know as friends, touching their bodies…

They don't seem to find anything unusual in the hot woman squeezing in between them - it is apparently what they do remember happening regularly. And they do seem to enjoy it, too. You can’t help but notice the don’t try too much to give you space. They both huddle up to you more than necessary, touch you more than necessary, gently graze your tits when they reach for another snack. You smile. It's the kind of attention you're more than used to in this week. And now it comes from men you know and like – a lot, you find in yourself. You liked the two well enough as a man. The way you like buddies who share an interest with you. But now your female eyes can't help but mix those feelings of them as buddies with those for them as men. And they’re – hot. They're both not just passive sports fans, they're well trained, quite athletic. Tall and handsome in a rugged, manly kinda way. Your eyes wander to your best buddy and he also fits the description. You frown. Actually scrawny male you was always the odd one out in this group.

You never really liked sports, if you’re honest with yourself. You were friends with your buddy since high school and you joined these Sunday rituals - with his friends – after he tried to persuade you for quite a while. You never particularly cared a about the games. But you bought the jersey to wear, and cheered them on.

To be a part of a male friend group, you now understand. To fit in? To have buddies. Or…

The thought coming to your mind would have sent Alexander into a frenzy… To be in the company of handsome, athletic, hot guys? You gulp. And smirk - if the week as woman has taught you anything it’s to see your former male self with honest eyes. He got his fix of female attention mostly from whores and strippers. But you would have NEVER hit on a guy. Or hired a male escort. You were NOT GAY!

And yet you hung out with studs, jocks, men who were – if you had been gay an tried to hit on them - totally your taste. And totally out of your league. But you didn't. Of course. Because you were just buddies.

Sure.

You snicker as the game starts. However it may have been…. Who cares. Alexander's secrets and hangs ups are not your problem any more, you’re a woman with needs and you have no longer any problem to satisfy them with men. And now you’re out of THEIR league.

You give each of the two men a kiss on the cheek as the game start and bend over towards your buddy on his armchair for a smack on the lips.

“For good luck!”

You wink at them and settle back into your tight seat. The tree men grin. It's been unusual, but not too much out of the ordinary it seems. They're used to physical affection from their female buddy apparently. Good.

As the game continues, you're lucky your team gives you many reasons for physical affection. Kisses whenever they score - which is a lot – squeezing one of your set neighbours when the opponents move forward, hugs when your team does. The two men next to you gladly return your touches, and your best buddy too gets up from his chair – in excitement he feigns – often enough to lean over and hug and kiss you.

When the game ends and you've won you jump up on the couch screaming a cheer and instead of squeezing back in, straddle on of your buddies, sit on his crotch, hugging and kissing him, happily your team has won.

You rub your crotch against his and feel it - respond eagerly. You giggle.

“Well well, well. Its that a football in your pocket, or are you just happy we’ve won?”

You move your pussy, only the thin fabric of your hot pants covering it and make him groan. The other two men just watch with eyes and mouths wide open.

"What do you say guys, I feel like celebrating the victory in a Big way!"

You lean forward and kiss him on the mouth, Not a bit friendly of for luck this time, but open mouthed, tongue probing deep. Passionately. The man you’re sitting on can only grunt, but the other two nod eagerly. It's been a moment they seem to have been waiting for for while.

You grin, stand up on the couch and drop your pants. You pussy is at the height of your buddy's face and his head turns red as a tomato as he lays eyes on your trimmed bush and the lips below it. Take off your jersey and sit back down again, open his fly and free his rock hard cock, sliding it into your wet pussy without any preliminaries.

“Oh Go…” he starts and changes his uttering to another grunt as you sit down fast and without hesitation, slide him all the way into your wet, warm, welcoming pussy. You smile and make him shift his position, putting his head on the armrest of the couch making him lie down. You could ride him sitting but the other two will be easier to service with more free space. As you let in the hard cock and massage him gently with your pussy you wink at the other couch buddy.

“Come on, don't be shy, there's a free hole right next to his!”

His eyes widen - he can’t say a word as to THAT invitation, only drops his pants. His cock too is solid and erect and he means to lose no time, but you instruct him.

“Woah, don’t go in dry, buddy! Be a good boy and lick until it's nice and slick!”

He nods happily brings his lips you your little brown hole and kisses it then licks it with sloppy noises.

With him busy, you look at your best buddy since high school and wink at him.

"I can see from the bulge you're interested, as well? You nasty pig. I thought we were friends!”

He stammers and actually blushes until you burst out in laugher.

“Just kidding. Goodness, you men really don’t have enough blood for your brain and your cock at the same time, do you?”

You snicker - even harder when your remember: you didn't either when you still had a cock. That thing was a nuisance all along.

“Get over here! I've been waiting for you to become a friend with benefits for a loooong time."

And you have. The feeling of that is SO real that you doubt that it’s a week old. This is not a longing you developed as a woman. You’ve been wanting to fuck your buddy since you knew him, since you were boys.

He steps over, a little awkward with the huge bulge in his pants. You've seen his cock, you’ve masturbated together, as teenage buddies do. Don't they? And you totally had much longer looks at his hot, big cock than other boys in that situation, you can now happily admit you yourself. You know what it looks like. Circumcised, paler than his tanned body – thick, veiny, a bit more than 20 centimetres long, you lick your lips as you take it out right in front of your face. Never seen it from this close. Looks even yummier. And it smells yummy, too. Musky, salty, with a sweet undertone. You can’t stop yourself, wouldn't want to – and lick it all along the shaft and up to the shining head. Tastes as good as you imagined it. Always imagined it.

At your rear end, the third cock gets restless and you’re glad he did a good job lubricating you. He's bit smaller than the other men, not quite 20 centimetres, and you appreciate that, moaning as he enters your eager and welcoming asshole. It didn't hurt, it's in fact really nice and you start moving your hips against the two cocks in your lower holes hearing he men grunt and groan. Meanwhile going from licking and kissing the tasty treat of your best buddy to sucking it in earnest. You let your tongue play over it and feel a drop of pre-cum form at the small hole that you eagerly lick up. Salty. Sweet. Delicious. Move your head forward – all the way. All the way you can easily take a cock his size, deep throating being one of the innate abilities this body comes with, be it because of curse or because it incorporates what you are and always were, as a natural born cocksucker. You hear your best buddy groan and pant.

You smile. That alone makes your stomach flutter with butterflies. You've always loved to hear him make these noises, CAUSING them is – amazing. It drives you harder to suck him - you can focus most of your attention to his cock now, the other two men are fucking you hard and fast into your other holes. Turning your pussy on by themselves – they do most of the grunt work and the rest your female body does on autopilot, your pussy and sphincter massaging the welcome intruders like a good host.

You keep eye contact with your buddy all the time as you caress his hard cock between your soft lips with your muscular tongue and your greedy deep throat. You give your all, determined to make this the best Blow Job you ever gave - or ever got.

You can’t track the time - your body is hit by multiple orgasms over the course of your friendly foursome fuckfest. At times taking away your attention a little from the beloved cock in your mouth to your holes, but never much or for long.

Eventually you feel cocks twitch, hear men groan, and hot loads of cum flood your holes. First your ass, then little later your pussy. You smile and look up, glad your buddy proved to have the best stamina so you now can focus ALL Your attention on satisfying him, giving him your all to finish him off as the others stand up with shaky knees, you see, and get some snacks in the kitchen. You suck hard, take it all the way in, his pubic hair tickling your nose, never break eye contact and eventually you're rewarded with the look of sheer ecstasy and bliss on your buddy’s face, and fractions of a second later, the taste of hot, creamy, sweet and saltly cum in your mouth,

You close your eyes, cherish the taste - it’s the best tasting cum you ever had, until you open your eyes again and look deep into your buddy's. Swallow his semen.

Lick your lips.

“Delicious!”

You wink at him and make him chuckle.

“Lot more where that comes from, Lexi."

“Can't believe you made me wait so long to give it to me, tiger!”

You stand up, smiling, and kiss his lips. They must taste like his cum, still but he doesn’t mind, hungrily returning your kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue.

“You could have just asked!”

He replies when the kiss ends.

You smile.

“I will from now on. Same applies to you, guys!”

You shout into the kitchen where the two men eat, cocks still out.

“Any time, babe.”

You feel a shiver down your spine. This was amazing. Friends with benefits have so much better a time than male “buddies”. You made not just yourself happy, but also these men. This - would surely end if today you no longer are a woman… How selfish that sounds.

You give your buddy another kiss an you two join the others in the kitchen. You're all a little exhausted. you feed each other, play around some more, kiss. make out. Grope. This is the most entertaining any of these Sundays have ever been. But eventually it has to end.

You walk home in your flimsy jersey and hot pants, the moon illuminating your way, you feel yourself trembling.

It’s about time…