Why yes, you would like to fuck Amy

You're straining in your jeans, and your sexy bottomless friend Amy has just offered for you to fuck her as though she were offering a glass of water. Who are you to say 'no' to hospitality like that?

"I'd like that a lot," you reply, your voice far more eager than hers. As you reach to unbutton your jeans Amy licks her lips, thrusting her hips involuntarily towards you in the absence of your fingers.

As you stand up to pull down your jeans, Amy rises as well with a grin on her face. "Have a seat, John," she says, gesturing to her chair and looking to your crotch. Her lips twitch as you pull down your boxers to reveal your erect member.

You were already excited about the opportunity to play with Amy's pussy, but this is fantastic. "You like having sex with me, don't you?" you ask, not sure if you believe what's happening. Sitting down gingerly in the chair, you recline while trying to get a feel for the abbreviated seat.

"Oh yes," Amy says matter-of-factly. "I've enjoyed it since the night we met, when you bent me over a table at the bar in the Student Union. Remember?" She straddles the chair and begins positioning her pussy over your cock. The chair's arms gently sink, and appear to double as support for her legs as she kneels over you. Who made this wonderful chair?

As a matter of fact your memory of meeting Amy is a bit different than her version, but you're not about to correct her. You nod and arch your pelvis, pushing your cock up towards her sex.

Amy chuckles. "So eager to feed my pussy! Here, puss puss puss puss," she jokes as you slip inside her opening, then gasps. "There's a good kitty," she says with a chuckle.

You still can't quite believe what's going on... With a sudden realization, you glance over at the picture of her boyfriend Chris which is sitting on the mantle. "What does Chris think about you fucking me?"

Amy pouts and furrows her brow as she starts to ride you. "I don't think he knows that we fuck," she concludes.

"You mean," you say shocked, "you haven't told him?"

She gives you a puzzled look and moans softly. "It's never come up. Why, do you think it's important?"

Normally you'd be afraid of ruining the mood, but Amy seems to be considering this all very calmly, while also very casually squeezing your manhood with her inner muscles. You decide to push on in the name of science. "Well, I mean, he is your boyfriend."

"Sure," says Amy, "but what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well," you say with a grunt, trying to get your point across, "do you have any other friends like me who you have sex with besides Chris?"

Amy laughs at you and bats at your chest, but is panting as she fucks you. "John, what a ridiculous question! Of course I don't sleep with any other guys. (gasp) Or girls, while we're dissecting my sex life. I'm not (gasp) polyamorous or bisexual or anything unusual. I only have sex (gasp) with Chris, and you too of course."

"What if Chris asked you not to have sex with me?" you push.

Amy is panting now and only replies with difficulty. "I (gasp) don't think he would (gasp), he's not that (gasp) kind of guy. But if (gasp) he did, I'd be angry (gasp). You're my friend (gasp), and he can't tell me (gasp) not to spend time with you (gasp). And having sex (gasp) is one of the things we've (gasp) always done together. Are you (gasp) feeling okay, John?"

You're feeling more than okay: your dead-sexy friend and neighbour just affirmed her devotion to your relationship as friends-with-benefits. Your excitement gets the better of you, and without any warning you start cumming inside her, your seed spraying into her warm, moist depths. "Oh! Oh, fuuuck, Amy..."

She gasps, her eyes going wide, as she feels you splashing inside of her. She squeezes down on you, hard. "O-oh! Oh yes, John. That feels so good..." Her muscles spasm on you, and her breathing becomes irregular for a moment. "Yes, cum in me," she says in a hoarse whisper.

Amy recovers and leans down towards you. "Oh, John...that feels really good...but are you okay? You know Chris isn't the controlling type. Why are you worried about him stopping us spending time together? Do--" she begins, but is interrupted by the doorbell.

Amy sits up, puzzled, and then a flash of recognition lights her face. "Is Liz over already? I told her to come by later...maybe she needs something?"

Liz? What Liz? You don't remember anyone by that name, be it your friend or Amy's...regardless, Amy looks at you with a smile. "Oh, I never introduced you, did I? Don't worry, she's great."

Walking over to the door, Amy opens it. "What's going on, Liz?"

"Hey, Amy. I know you told me to come by later, but I just had to...um, what's dripping out of your pussy?" says a voice that sounds very much like Amy's. Uh oh, you think.

"Oh! Don't mind that. My friend John is over, and he just this minute came inside me. I'll clean it up in a sec." You rise from the chair cringing, not sure what the response will be but expecting the worst.

A puzzled voice rings from the door. "What???" There is a shuffle as 'Liz,' a girl in her late teens, pushes through the door past Amy.

You look up to find yourself being stared at by a pair of blue eyes, set in a face similar to Amy's and likewise topped by beautiful, naturally red hair. Liz appears to be Amy's younger sister or cousin, just a few inches shorter than your friend. She's wearing a black long-sleeved hoodie with a white shirt underneath, and knee-high black stockings above tennis shoes. Like Amy (and every other woman if you recall correctly), Liz is wearing nothing that would conceal her vulva, or come close to doing so. Unlike Amy, Liz appears to be completely shaven. Furthermore, she has a couple of rings in her outer labia, and black-and-red tattoos of arrows pointing blatantly from her mound to her pussy.

Liz looks at you for one second, and the steel in her eyes vanishes. "Oh, okay," she says. Her brow furrows as she looks down at your glistening crotch and your semi-hard member with semen dripping from it, but she looks otherwise unphased (or is that re-phased?) "Was he good?"

"Like always," Amy replies cheerfully. "John enjoys playing with pussies, and always gets mine warmed up nicely before he sticks it in. He's such a doll." She grins, turning to you. "John, this is my sister Elizabeth."

You try your best to play it cool despite, your jangling nerves. "How do you do," you say to Liz, approaching her.

Liz looks at you with an amused smile, apparently finding it funny that you're introducing yourself while half-naked and lost on the irony. "Very well, thanks," she says, closing in to kiss air on one side. Her eyes flit down to your crotch again: she looks like she's expecting something.

"Can I get you something to drink Liz?" asks Amy.

"Yes please," Liz replies, "I think I'm going to need a beer to handle the shock I've just had!" Liz laughs slightly nervously, taking off her black hoodie and hanging it in the closet, stealing glances at your dripping cock.

Amy laughs. "I suppose me telling you out of the blue that I've been having sex with someone other than Chris could be taken the wrong way!" Liz and Amy share a good laugh. "Anything for you, John?"

"No, I've still got my coffee," you say, glancing back at your mug.

"Alright then," Amy says cheerfully. "Go have a seat, you two!"

You and Liz return to the chairs. You return to your chair. Liz approaches the sofa, plonks down in the dead centre, and very deliberately spreads her legs until she is doing a sitting split. Liz is looking at you warily, her eyes still flitting to your penis. Though you've just come, her attention is starting to make you swell again.