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Fuck me, baby. Fuck my cock with that ass
Allison stood beside Traci holding the bouquet of flowers tightly in her hands. She looked over at Traci, trying not to let the contempt and jealousy show so plainly on her face. Allison and Traci had been friends since the third grade. They had shared every single secret they ever had. Well, almost every secret. Allison knew everything that Traci had ever done, and soon, Traci would be made all the wiser as well. Allison bent her head forward and allowed herself a brief smile.

Glancing back up, Allison looked at Traci once more. The white dress she wore was perfect for her, and she looked just as she was supposed to be – the beautiful center of attention on her wedding day. Allison remembered the horrid pink dress she was stuck wearing. If there was anything that could make her appear less attractive and less sexy, this dress was it. Her only solace was that she would not have to wear it for long.

Looking past Traci, Allison’s eyes fell on John and her expression softened. John stood so tall next to Traci, his dark hair and eyes a striking contrast to Allison’s blond hair and blue eyes. She tried to catch his attention, but he was ignoring her. Or pretending to, at any rate. Well, what did it matter? Allison would have her day that was for certain.

As the minister droned on about everlasting love, Allison remembered that night two years ago when she and Traci had gone out to O’Halloran’s to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Allison and Traci had done almost everything together, spent hours sharing secrets, and told each other of their secret desires and heartaches. Until that night, anyway. That was the night that Traci and Allison had met John.

John had just recently ended a relationship and had gone to the bar simply because he did not want to be alone. He had wandered up to Allison and Traci and offered to buy them a drink. Not only had he proved to be good looking, but his jokes had kept Allison and Traci laughing non-stop. When it came time to leave, John half jokingly asked for both their numbers and each gave theirs to him willingly. To Allison’s embarrassment and chagrin, John had called Traci two days later. Within two months they were dating exclusively and seemed the perfectly happy couple.

Meanwhile, Allison burned just beneath the surface with jealousy. Normally, men flocked to Allison rather than Traci. While Traci was pretty, with her auburn curls and large blue eyes, it was Allison’s self-confidence and blatant sexuality that drew men like moths to a flame. Watching as Traci bubbled happily about John week after week only fed that anger and jealousy. But Allison knew she would have her time. She would get back at both of them. She only needed to move carefully.

And now, everything was finally in place.

Traci’s father was speaking now, telling the couple his hopes and dreams for them. Allison tuned him out as well. Instead, she remembered that day – a Saturday it had been – about eight months ago. She had just returned home from the gym and her phone was ringing. It had been John. Traci had left to visit family in another state and he had wondered if Allison would have dinner with him. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she would finally have John all to herself! She calmly told him she could call off a date and agreed to go out with him. She knew John was lonely, but she didn’t care.

Allison had taken special care that night getting dressed and the results had been worth it when she opened her door to John. His jaw almost hit the floor, and Allison’s eyes sparkled at the attraction she found in his brown eyes. They had gone out to dinner and then John had taken her dancing. When the evening came to a close, she invited him into her apartment which he agreed to hesitantly. They began drinking and before long Allison was wrapped in John’s arms, returning his kisses eagerly. It hadn’t taken him long to get hard, especially at the sight of Allison’s firm, ripe breasts and long, tanned legs. As she had wrapped her lips around John’s cock, she relished the feeling of his hands in her hair, pushing her lower, forcing her to swallow him.

John had exploded his cum into her mouth that night, and Allison knew then and there that it wouldn’t be the last time they would be together. When John had slipped between Allison’s thighs, lapping and sucking at her clit and filling her with his fingers, she orgasmed easily.

They kept their affair secret, meeting when they could, calling each other daily, and exchanging emails several times throughout the day. Traci suspected nothing, and Allison derived a certain amount of pleasure as her friend talked to her weekly about how wonderful John was. When Traci spoke of John’s devotion to her, Allison smiled and nodded, laughing inside at the fool Traci had become.

Then came the phone call. Traci was on the phone in tears, almost hysterical. She had caught John cheating – cheating of all things! For a moment, Allison’s heart almost stopped. Had she found out? Had John, in a fit of some self-inflicted guilt, decided to come clean? But no, Traci was babbling on about finding a box of things in John’s closet. She had found letters and cards and small gifts. Things from a girl named Cathy. Allison felt her own rage rise as she thought of John playing her for a fool along with Traci. How dare he!

Allison calmed Traci down. Told her to have a glass of wine and long, hot bath. She assured Traci that John would come to his senses quickly enough and before long, they would be back together. When she hung up the phone from talking to Traci, she called John.

“Who the hell is Cathy?” She demanded.

“Oh God, I knew Traci would go running to you. Damn it!”

“Well? Who is she? Some whore you picked up somewhere? What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Listen, Allison, it’s been a tough enough day, okay? Traci and I just had a huge fight and I really don’t feel like getting into it with you.”

“Well, I think you at least owe me an explanation. You’ve been fucking me too, you bastard!”

“Allison, please –“

“Please what? Well?” She sighed heavily. “Well, I suppose I should have suspected this was going to happen. You are just a male slut, John.”

He did not respond, yet she could hear him breathing. She took a deep breath, and fought against her emotions.

“Look, I didn’t mean to yell at you like that,” Allison spoke softly into the phone. “I was just taken by surprise, you know? I mean, I thought we had something between us.”

“Allison, we do, believe me.”

“Then who the hell is this Cathy, and what is she to you?”

She heard him sigh before he spoke. “She’s just a girl I met on the internet. We flirt, we talk. It’s nothing. She doesn’t even live around here – hell, she’s in another state, for Chrissakes! She doesn’t mean anything to me. In fact, I’ve already emailed her and told we have to stop. I got shit from Traci. I got shit from Cathy. Now I’m getting shit from you. I don’t fucking need any of this!”

Allison could feel she was losing him, that he would simply hang up the phone and might be gone forever.

“John? John, look I’m really sorry. It was just a shock, you know? Hell, if she doesn’t mean anything to you, well I’ll try to understand that.” Allison’s heart was beating rapidly. She could feel herself groveling and she hated it, but this Cathy bitch had thrown a major wrench into her plans and she didn’t appreciate it.

“Yeah, I guess it would be a shock to everyone.” John sounded tired and beat. “Look, Allison, I don’t think I can talk right now. It’s not a good time, you know? I think I need to be alone right now.”

“NO!” Allison screamed into the phone without fully realizing it.

“What? What’s wrong with you?”

“Um, you really shouldn’t be alone right now, you know? I think you need a friend, maybe? I don’t have anything going on tonight – why don’t I come over and try to cheer you up?”

“Don’t you think you should try cheering up Traci? She is your best friend, after all.”

“I’ve already talked with Traci. Tried to calm her down, but she wants to be alone right now. As far as I know, she’s going to take a long bath and get some sleep. Nothing I can do to help her do that. Look, I will be there in a half an hour, and I’m not taking no for an answer!”

Allison quickly hung up the phone before John could argue with her. She waited a few minutes and when he didn’t call back, she smiled to herself. Tonight was going to be her night – the night she had waited for!

She dressed casually, pulling on a pair of form-fitting jeans and slipping on a soft, clingy sweater. She brushed her hair and applied just a touch of makeup. She slipped on a pair of sneakers and bounded out the door.

When she reached John’s door, he opened it before she could knock. He smiled at her and handed her a glass of wine as she crossed the threshold. She took in the candles, the fire burning in the fireplace, then turned and wrapped her arms around John’s neck. He wore only a pair of jeans, his chest wonderfully highlighted in the firelight.

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you were trying to seduce me,” Allison murmured against his ear.

“Who says I’m not?” He wrapped his arms about her waist as his lips searched for hers. When they connected, she felt herself melt under his touch. She felt him slide his hands under her sweater and felt the warmth of his hands against her bare skin. She ran her fingers through his hair, her lips playing under his and felt her body responding to his kiss.

She felt air brush against her body as John lifted the sweater from her. She took a sip of wine before setting the glass down and raising her hands over her head. John quickly pulled the sweater over her head, exposing her pert breasts to him. Quickly, he raised his hands, covering the nipples already standing at attention. John murmured her name and it landed as music on her ears.

She reached down quickly, and began undoing the waistband of his jeans. As she loosened the waistband, she ran her hands over the skin underneath the fabric. She loved the feel of his ass and she grabbed and clutched at it, pinching the skin lightly. She knew that he loved having his ass played with, and that one of his wildest fantasies was to fuck a woman in the ass. And she knew Traci had never agreed to it – and neither had she.

She felt his hands at her jeans, pulling and tugging at the button and zipper, eager and anxious to set her body free from the confines of the denim material. He finally managed to breakthrough, and his hands grabbed at her ass, squeezing almost painfully. Allison pressed her body against him, feeling the length of him, enjoying him. She began to push his jeans down over his hips, but realized she needed to free his stiffening cock. She smiled up at him as her warm fingers wrapped around his cock, gently removing it from his clothing. He moved his legs and his jeans fell to the floor in a pool around his ankles. Allison continued to stroke his cock and tug on his balls. She cooed over the sight of him, as she always did. She let her fingers play teasingly with the tip, feeling the hole where pre-cum would soon begin to form.

Almost frantically, John pulled Allison’s jeans down over her hips and to the floor. She laughed at his eagerness, pleased with him and herself. She released him and backed up, kicking her shoes from her feet. Stepping from her jeans, she smiled up at him. She was just out of arm’s reach, and she began to run her hands over her body, slowly letting him watch her fingers glide over her curves. She cupped her breasts and presented them to him, nipples hard and aching to be touched.

“Is this what you want? How badly do you want this, huh?” Allison teased him, a smile on her lips.

John didn’t respond. Instead, he lunged for her, and they collapsed on the soft rug he had placed before the fireplace. He wrapped her in his arms and legs, his kisses almost smothering her. Her hands traced patterns along his skin as she clung to him, returning his kisses eagerly.

John released her lips and moved slowly down her throat. Allison sighed as she arched her back, delighting in the feel of him. He quickly found her nipples, and as his finger toyed with one, he wrapped his lips around the other one. Allison cried out his name as his tongue came into contact with the sensitive flesh, and she pressed his face into her body. His other hand moved quickly down to her pussy, already wet and tingling. His fingers toyed with her wetness as his eyes caught hers. He knew she was wet with desire for him, that she wanted him right now more than any other man, and she didn’t care that he knew.

He moved slowly down her stomach, his fingers searching for the entrance to her cunt. Allison spread her legs wide, wanting to feel his touch. But, just as he neared her most tender spot, she gently tapped his shoulder.

“Yeah, what is it?” His voice was hoarse with desire and want.

“John, I need your cock. I have to feel your cock in my mouth – now! Please!”

“But, baby, I was – “

Allison laughed as she grabbed his hips and pulled them up towards her face. He cautiously straddled her face, careful not to kneel on her hair.

“But, Allison, listen to me.

“Baby, I want this, I need this!” She was staring up at his cock just inches from her face.

“Allison? You’ve never wanted to do this before.”

Allison began stroking his cock, reaching up to lick the head, and tasting the pre-cum.

“Baby, there are lots of things I’ve never done that I want to do with you!”

She watched as he lowered his body over hers, and began taking long licks of his cock as it slid past her face. She felt her face buried in his balls, and began licking and slurping the tender skin. At the same time, she felt his fingers spread her pussy lips wide, felt his fingers tracing her lips and shivered as he blew on her clit.

Allison ran her tongue up slowly along the shaft of his cock, feeling the veins begin to throb. As she reached the tip, she placed her lips against the tip and sucked hard, sucking the pre-cum onto her tongue and enjoying the sweetness.

John lowered his head and took firm licks with his tongue along her pussy lips as he rammed two fingers into her cunt. Allison jerked against him, and breathed heavily against his cock and began to feel him fuck her mouth faster and harder. Allison parted her lips, letting him slide past and into her mouth. She kept her hand firmly on his cock, stroking him and pressing tightly. She began to moan and shake when John wrapped his lips around her clit and started sucking hard. The sensation was almost too much, bordering close to pain, and she tried to close her legs to his onslaught. However, John placed his shoulder against one thigh and his hand against her other and held her wide open. She was helpless to his licking and sucking and fucking.

She began concentrating on sucking his cock, on teasing and playing with the tip, making him want to ache to cum. He was large, and he easily moved his hips lower, pushing his cock more deeply into Allison’s mouth. She felt his cock hit the back of her throat and felt herself gag. He eased up slightly, only to thrust forward once again. Allison tried to grab his hips, tried to push him away, but he was too strong for her. He was going to fuck her face and she tried to find a position that would accommodate him.

The feeling stopped on her clit, and she found herself aching for the intensity of his touch.

“I want you to cum like this, Allison. With my cock down your throat and your cunt spread open, just like the fucking whore you really are. Don’t push me away, I know you like this, you slut!”

And with that, Allison felt his lips sucking hard at her clit and she felt the blood rushing to her nub of pleasure. His hips sunk back down, filling her mouth and throat, but his words had touched something in her brain. Yes, she was willing to be his slut, his whore – she delighted in the idea of being called these names, and tried to relax her gag reflexes, even as her cunt was spread open, his fingers flying in and out of her, and his lips sucking mercilessly on her clit. She began to feel herself tingle, and a warmth spread from her belly. She tried to tighten her thighs, but he kept them tightly spread. Her nails raked his back as his cock filled her mouth even more deeply. She felt herself begin to quiver and shake and then her mind exploded with feeling. Her pussy clenched down on his fingers as her hips slammed up to his face. She felt herself choking on his cock, but time had stood still. She felt she stayed on the crest of the wave of pleasure for an eternity before sinking back to earth.

When John had removed his cock from her mouth, she didn’t know. She came to her sense as his tongue was gently licking her swollen clit, and she playfully pushed him away, but to no avail. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and held them up to her.

“Look at my slut’s desire. Do you want me, whore? You want me to fuck your cunt?”

She looked into his eyes, her face a mask of lust and barely responded. “Yes, please, yes!”

“On your hands and knees, cunt. You want it that bad, don’t you? You just want to feel cock buried inside you anyway you can get it, don’t you?”

She kept saying yes over and over as she scrambled to her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and rubbed his cocked along her slit, his hands spreading her cheeks wide.

“Feel how wet you are, bitch? You just like to fuck, don’t you? Horny little slut that you are.”

John had never talked to her this way, and she was shocked that she was finding it so arousing. She felt her wetness seeping down her thighs, felt her body shift back, wanting him.

“Please,” she mumbled.

A sharp smack to her ass caused her to sigh deeply, her pleasure intensifying.

“When I say so, slut!” He continued to run his cock along her slit before suddenly plunging it into her pussy, his balls slamming against her clit. Allison screamed out at the feeling and began to try to move her body against him. Another smack greeted the first, and then another. Allison was moaning, pleading.

“Yeah, I always knew you were just a whore. Under that snotty exterior, you just love to fuck, don’t you? Well, you know what, Allison? I have a special surprise for you this evening. One I think we’re both going to enjoy!”

Allison was past the point of caring. She simply wanted to be filled and fucked. She reached down and began to rub her clit, surprised at how engorged it had become. She had never been so turned on, so ready.

She felt John slip out of her cunt, and she moaned softly. She jumped slightly when she felt the tip of his cock against her asshole and tried to move away. But he had grabbed a handful of her hair and she found she could not move.

“Yes, Allison, my slut. In the ass. You know, Traci won’t do this – she’s afraid of the pain. But not you, right, whore? You’re ready for this, aren’t you? You want this, don’t you?”

Allison gripped the rug underneath her and stared at the floor.

“Ye – yes,” she mumbled with hesitation.

“That’s what I thought.”

He pushed slowly through the tight ring of muscles of her ass as she clenched her teeth and cried out. Her fingers found her clit and she began rubbing and pinching the overly sensitive skin. The pleasure caused her to gasp, and suddenly John’s cock popped into her ass.

“Oh yes! Yeah! Damn, do you know how fucking hot this looks? My cock stuffed up your slutty ass?”

John held firmly onto Allison’s cheeks and pushed his cock deeper into her ass as Allison concentrated on playing with her clit. The initial pain was sharp and intense, and Allison wondered if she would be able to take what John had in mind. Once John was fully in her ass, he moved and rotated his hips, enjoying the feeling of her, her tightness, her anxiousness. Pulling out slightly, he rammed his cock back into her ass, his eyes rolling back at the sight of her ass taking all of him. His ears rang with her cries and pleas to both stop and to continue.
“More, slut? You want more? You get more!”

John kept ramming her ass slowly and fully. Allison could feel each and every stroke, and with each one she found the pain lessened and her pleasure increased. His body slapped against her ass, and his balls banged against her clit. Allison felt him ramming his cock deep inside her, felt the length of him fill her. The idea that she that this man was fucking her ass suddenly made her feel more slutty and naughty than ever. She began to writhe under him, wanting to feel more and more of him. She met each of his thrusts and rotated her hips to try to feel him go deep inside of her. She was grunting and moaning her pleasure and her lust. Her body was so close to cumming, so close to going over the edge.

“Please, John, I need to cum. Oh fuck, I need to cum!”

She heard him grunt above her and felt his speed increase. He was fucking her ass as though he were fucking her cunt, and she was loving it. She moved against him, receiving him, wanting him to fill her. Her fingers flew over her clit, and suddenly she felt her body tense before she let go and felt the spasms of her orgasm wash over her. Wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. Just when she thought it would end, another wave would descend, bringing her even farther.

She heard John grunt, and felt his cock leave her ass. Then, she felt the hot spurts of jism fly across her back and cheeks as John cried out to the ceiling. As they both started to float back to reality, John wrapped his arms around Allison, and they collapsed onto the rug, their bodies sweating, their breathing quick and shallow. They were unable to speak, unable to do anything but look at each other and smile.

John leaned over and kissed Allison quickly.

“Oh my God, Allison. That was great. Shit, I’ve always wanted to do that. Damn, I can’t even fucking breathe!”

Allison smiled and snuggled into John. She mulled over what had happened and felt happy and fulfilled. She had not expected to like being fucked in the ass, but she was surprised at how much she had liked – no – loved it.

As they caught their breath, Allison began her dreams of the two of them together. She would finally have John now. She could finally give him something Traci never would! She smiled broadly and wrapped her arm around John’s waist.

“You know, John, I don’t know what we are going to say to Traci. I mean, how do we explain that we are now together?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Why, you, me, together. You know. Traci’s gone, right? I’m here.” She leaned up on one elbow and looked down at John. Her eyes narrowed. “Or is it over between you and Traci? Tell me, John!”

“Allison, you know you are one of kind, right? I mean, damn, where would a man find some one like you? You fuck like a goddamned whore – what man wouldn’t love that? But, I have to be honest.” John’s eyes looks away from Allison. “I can’t help it. I love Traci. I’ll always love Traci.”

“You fucking son of a bitch! How could you?”

“Hey, I thought you knew that! You know how we care about each other! Besides, I never lied to you. Didn’t I tell you not to come over here? Well?”

Allison could feel her body shake with rage. She stood up and grabbed for her clothes. Quickly pulling them on, she glared at the man at her feet.

“I can’t fucking believe you, John. You know what? I hope Traci comes to her senses and kicks your ass out for good!”

“Allison, don’t’ go getting all moral on me. You know you and I have always had a special kind of relationship. But I love Traci. And you knew that!”

Allison didn’t respond. She glared at John one last time before rushing out the door and hurrying home. A fool again! How could he? When she got home, Allison took a long, hot shower, scrubbing away every evidence of John from her skin. The son of a bitch could rot as far as she was concerned!

She wrapped herself in a fluffy bathrobe, and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of wine before going to bed. The phone rang, and Allison picked it up on the first ring.

“Hello?” She said abruptly.

“Allison? What’s wrong?” Traci’s voice came through the line. “You sound like something happened.”

Yeah, you little bitch, something did fucking happen! “It’s just late, Traci. Wasn’t expecting anyone to call. How are you doing?”

“Oh my God! Allison! I have so much to tell you! Well, the majority of it can wait until tomorrow, but I wanted to let you know that John called. Everything is back to normal! He loves me, Allison! Really, he does! I’m seeing him tomorrow and we are going to talk things through. Isn’t that great?”

Allison could feel her blood begin to boil. “Yeah, that’s just great. I’m happy for you, Traci, really. But I’m a bit tired, can we talk later?”

“Yeah, sure. Oh my GOD! I can’t believe this! Good night, Allison!”

Allison clicked off the phone and placed it in its cradle. She drank down the wine and crept to bed where she couldn’t fall asleep until almost dawn.

The organ stuck up a song and the soloist began some sappy love song that brought Allison back to reality. She looked around, wondering if she had missed the part she wanted. No, she was still okay. Traci and John were facing each other, ready to give their vows of eternal, undying love to each other. If they only knew. Allison’s mind once more wandered.

It was three months ago. Traci and John had patched things up nicely, and Allison had managed to at least be on speaking terms with John. But now, she had another secret to hold. It seemed the night that Allison was ass-fucked by John had also been the night Traci was ass-fucked. By some stranger she met in a bar that night, no less. She still had not given up her ass to John, but she had told all the details to Allison. By now, Traci and John were engaged, and Traci had decided her wedding present to John would be to present her ass to him. She told Allison she wanted to see the look on his face – all the while knowing that her anal virginity had been given to another man. In some way, Allison was proud of Traci. It was beyond Traci’s character to think such a thing, and Allison loved the idea of her having a secret. It was delicious, in fact.

Traci had asked Allison to be her Maid of Honor, and Allison accepted. After all, they had been friends for so long, and Traci didn’t have any sisters, so it would be expected. Yet, the idea of standing up next to Traci as she became John’s wife only fed Allison’s jealousy. She hated the idea of having to stand there and be a witness to the whole thing. And with her duties as Maid of Honor, Allison only came to hate the upcoming nuptials more. But a plan was developing. Oh yes, a very good plan.

Allison had attempted to see John alone for a couple of months, but he was still feeling guilt over Traci. Allison knew he was also fearful of leading her on and having her make trouble. Well, she wouldn’t make trouble – yet. One day an idea came to her, and Allison called John. Traci was out of town over the weekend with her mother visiting relatives, so John would be alone. As the phone rang, Allison’s heart beat rapidly.


“Hi, John, it’s me.”

“Yes, Allison? What do you want?”

”Oh, come on. Is that any way for old friends to act? Besides, I need your help.”

She heard him sigh. “With what, Allison? What can I possibly help you with?”

“Well, you know Traci left me in charge of pulling together the final invitation list, and I have some questions about your family and friends. I’m at a complete loss.”

“Just wait until Traci gets back. Take care of it then.”

”Silly! These are going to have to go out as soon as Traci gets back. And what does it say about my responsibility when I let something like this slide? Hmmmm? Aw, c’mon. I promise it will only take a half hour or so, and then you are free. What do you say?”

”Oh, alright. I suppose what has to be done has to be done. Come on over, then.”

Allison hung up the phone and smiled. The weather was warm, so she slipped on a thin cotton dress that clung to her body, under which she wore only her thong. The sandals she wore made her feet and legs look wonderful. In a short while, she was knocking on John’s door, heart racing, trying to catch her breath. As the door opened, and John appeared, she smiled brightly and tossed her hair over her shoulders. She heft the bag that held the invitations towards John, but he had not yet taken his eyes off of Allison. She lightly stepped across the threshold and into the house.

“Well, since you won’t ask me in, I’ll come on in, if you don’t mind!” She turned and smiled at him.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. Hey, can I get you something to drink?”

“Sure, thanks! What are you having? A beer? Sounds like just the thing I need!”

As John went into the kitchen, Allison went through the motions of putting the invitations out on the table and sat down, looking over the list. When John came back, she took the beer, and presented him with the list for him to go over. They worked on the list for close to 45 minutes, and a couple of beers later, before finishing up. Allison had moved closer to John, then began to run her fingers over his arm and shoulder as they worked. At first he seemed nervous, but before long they were laughing and he had his arm around her shoulders. Allison smiled.

“Well, that’s the end of it, thank goodness! Now to get these things ready to be mailed!” Allison began to bundle up the invitations, preparing to leave.

“You don’t have to go, do you? I mean, maybe you can stick around for a bit?”

”Now, John, I promised I would only be here for a half hour and already it’s been 45 minutes! Besides, I’m sure you have things to do?”

”No, nothing special. I just thought we could, you know, talk a bit. It’s been a while.”

Allison smiled and put the invitations down.

“Yes, I suppose I can stay for a bit. And another beer?”

As John left, Allison took off her sandals and curled up on the couch. When John returned, he handed her the beer and sat down next to her.

“You know, John, I’m sorry about what happened – before – well, you know.”

“Yeah, me too. It was a bad night all round, I guess.” He took a quick drink from the bottle. “So, how ya been, Allison? Anything new?”

”What? With this wedding? I’m working almost as hard as the bride!”

They both chuckled, and then Allison held her breath as John traced a finger up her arm. She watched him, wondering just how far he would go. He traced a pattern across her shoulder and up her neck to her jaw. He stopped, and looked into her eyes. Allison was pleading with him with her eyes, begging for his touch, his kiss, and hoping not to be turned away. John bent his head and leaned closer. When their lips met, it was as though they had never had a break between them. Allison felt John’s arm slip around her shoulders, drawing her closer, and she wrapped her arms around him. He pressed her back into the pillows of the couch, and she positioned herself comfortably.

His weight on top of her felt good and she absorbed the feeling of him. Lazily she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to her. She felt his hand slid up her thigh, causing her to shiver. He stopped when he reached her thong and followed the elastic around her hip and towards her ass. Grabbing a handful of the tight, firm flesh he began to squeeze and knead until Allison was breathing hard. Almost frantically, he pushed the dress up over her body, exposing her breasts. Quickly, Allison pulled the dress over her head and threw it to the floor.

John’s hands were on her breasts, squeezing, his lips and tongues toying with her nipples.

“God, I love your tits, Allison. So beautiful, so fine. Damn!” He began suckling one as she ran her fingers over his body and began pulling on the t shirt he wore. He lifted up briefly to pull the cloth from his body before returning to her breasts. She arched her back to him, wanting him. Her fingers were in his hair and on his shoulders, her legs wrapped around him. She could feel his hardness growing under his jeans and she moved against it.

“Damn, you are one hot little slut, aren’t you? I missed that – damn, I can’t tell you how much.”

“Shut up and fuck me – fuck me hard and fuck me fast. Fuck me like the whore you know I am!”

He looked up into her eyes and saw lust blazing there. Standing up, he quickly undid his jeans and pulled them down. His cock rose up, hard, stiff, ready. Allison reached to pull down her thong.

“No! Leave it. It makes you look even nastier.”

Allison smiled up at him as she moved her hands along her body to her breasts. She cupped them, pinching and twisting the nipples, small squeals of pleasure escaping her lips. John kneeled on the couch between her thighs and stroked his cock, watching her. He slid his fingers over her panties and felt the wetness soak through the silky fabric. Allison moved against his fingers, her lips barely moving.

“Fuck me, John. You know you want that wet, juicy cunt. I know you want to sink your cock into my pussy and fill me, don’t you?”

John grabbed the side of her panties and ripped them to one side, exposing her swollen lips and glistening cunt. His eyes said he wanted her, and Allison spread her legs wider and reached down to open herself up to him. John clutched his cock and slid it along her slit surprised at how wet she was. With one forceful thrust, he buried himself deep within her, sinking into her warm, wet pussy.

Allison cried out, clinging to him, her ankles now locked behind his back. She felt his cock stretch her open and she moved her hips to encourage him to fuck her. He took the cue and began humping her pussy with abandon. He was lost in his own lust, seeking after his own pleasure as he pounded her cunt harder and harder. Allison reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit, engorged and swollen. She felt she was on fire, and knew it wouldn’t take long. John kept pumping into her, his face contorted with the desire to cum.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Fuck this slut, baby! Fuck me! Damn, baby!”

Allison could feel her body tense and then the familiar shaking as her orgasm struck. Her thighs tightened around John and her pussy clenched around his cock. John cried out and rammed hard into her one last time, spewing the insides of her pussy walls with his jism. They were both caught in the throes of passion, both in their own world of pleasure, riding the waves of uncontrollable ecstasy.

As they slowly came back to reality, John collapsed onto Allison, breathing hard. She could feel the sweat of his body mingle with hers and she brushed her fingers through his hair lazily. They clung together for a long time, just lying on the couch, before John sat up. He reached for their beers, and handed Allison hers. She sat up and took a long drink and smiled at him.

“Um, Allison, I don’t know what happened. You know that normally I would take more time. But, well shit, with all this planning for the wedding there just hasn’t been any sex.” He took a drink, and then smiled ruefully. “But why am I telling you this?”

”Because I do care, John,” Allison smiled at him. “You and I have been through quite a bit, you know, and I do care about you. Besides, don’t worry about it, k? I had a great time, and I think you did as well.”

“Shit, I had a fucking great time!”

Allison snuggled close to John, yet she felt him tense slightly. She looked up at him but he refused to meet her stare. She stood up in front of him and then took his empty bottle from him and placed it one the table. Grabbing his shoulders, she pushed him back against the couch cushions and smiled as he looked at her with a question.

“Don’t worry, John, just leave this to me, okay?”

He stretched out and Allison moved to her knees beside him. She began to stroke his cock, feeling the stickiness of their juices on him.

“Allison, it’s going to be a while, you know?”

“I don’t think it’s going to take very long at all. You like my ass, don’t you, John? I’ll bet you want my ass again, don’t you?”

She leaned down and let her tongue slide along the length of his cock, enjoying the taste of their coupling on him. As she reached the head, she wrapped her lips around him and began to suck hard. Slowly she slid down, sucking harder and harder as her hands tugged and pulled at his balls. She was breathing hard with the effort of sucking the blood back into his cock. She could feel his fingers in her hair, stroking her, pulling the hair away so he could watch her lips move along the length of him. Her hand began to squeeze and stroke his cock slowly, coaxing the blood back.

Finally, she felt the beginnings of stiffness return and she eagerly nursed it. Sucking and stroking, first lightly, then harder, John’s cock was become harder and harder. He began to move his hips towards her. She changed her pace and began to slow down, teasing him, waiting to see his hips move up to her mouth before sinking lower.

Before long, John’s cock was fully erect and stiff. John’s hands moved along Allison’s body, stroking, squeezing, and pinching. He moved her head over his cock, wanting to fill her mouth, but she had other plans. She slid onto the couch and straddled his hips. As she let herself down, she grabbed his cock and ran it along her slit. She was still wet from both her juices and his cum and she covered his cock head completely. She smiled into his eyes as she placed his cock at her asshole, and grimaced slightly as she forced herself down slowly. She felt his cock enter her ass, felt her rosebud stretch open until she wondered if she could truly take all of him. John’s hands were on her hips, guiding her down, his hips rising up to meet her. As Allison took a deep breath, she felt him slide into her the rest of the way and she gasped. She felt full and stretched. She looked into John’s eyes and saw the burning lust there.

Slowly she began to move against him, rising and falling, her hands on his stomach. Each time his cock went more deeply into her ass, she gasped. Soon she was building a rhythm, moving back and forth, John’s cock moving in and out of her tight ass. She moved her hands up along her body and up to her neck. Flipping her hair out around her, she leaned back, her hands on his thighs, and spread her legs farther apart. She knew from this angle that John could watch as his cock slid in and out of her ass, his eyes taking in the beautiful sight. She felt his hands on her thighs and then her hips, before moving to her pussy. With one hand he began to rub her clit and with the other he sank two fingers deep into her cunt. She cried out at the feeling of being filled in both holes and began to fuck him harder.

“You like that, don’t you, you little whore? I’ll bet you’d like to have two stiff cocks fucking your holes, wouldn’t you? One fucking that sweet tight ass of yours, and the other here, deep in your slutty cunt.”

Allison could feel her body tingling and she began to rise and fall quickly, urgently. The feeling of his cock in her ass, stretching her, was unbelievable. She felt him go deep, felt the slight pain and relished it as it soon turned to pleasure. She rammed herself down hard on his cock, and then rotated her hips, feeling him fill her ass even more. She began fucking his cock, hearing the skin of her ass slap against his thighs and balls as she groaned out her pleasure.

John removed his fingers from her clit and she looked at him.

“Make me cum, damn you. I need to cum!” She growled at him.

“You want to cum, bitch? That’s all you want, isn’t it? To be fucked raw and hard, cumming like the slut you are!” John replaced his fingers and began to rub her clit the way he knew she liked. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck my cock with that ass of yours and make me cum. I want to explode in that ass!”

As her clit began to tingle and her body tense, Allison felt herself falling over the edge. Ramming herself down harder, she could no longer hold back. She felt her body begin to shake and quiver and she cried out into the room her pleasure. She was barely aware that through her pleasure, John had grabbed her hips and was pounding his cock deep into her ass. Her ass was clenched tightly around his cock, and she barely felt him ram himself deep inside of her. As she came to her senses, she heard him grunting and groaning, his hands squeezing her hips and she knew he was pumping a load of his cum deep into her ass. She moved slightly, encouraging him, wanting every drop of him inside of her.
When he had finished, John lay exhausted and spent. Allison bent down and kissed his lips quickly.

“That was so very nice, wasn’t it? I’ve missed that, haven’t you?”

”Yeah,” John gasped between breaths. “Good, very good.”

“And now, it is time for me to go. You be a good boy now, you hear? Remember, you are an engaged man!” Allison chuckled as she straightened her thong and pulled her dress back on. She gathered up her things, and, with a soft kiss to John’s forehead, walked out the door.

But that hadn’t been the last time. Oh no. Allison and John had met at least once a week to continue their trysts. Last night they had said their final good-byes. John felt it only right, now that he was to be married. Allison braved through it, but managed to leave early this morning with a spring in her step.

And now here she stood inside this church next to her best friend and her lover as they prepared to move on with their lives. Allison looked at them both, but could not quite bring up the joy she felt she should have for them. No, not quite.

“If anyone knows just cause why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

John and Traci didn’t even bother glancing around. The minister was about to continue with the service, when Allison raised her hand slowly. The minister stopped and looked at her, almost curious as to why she was doing such a thing. John caught Allison’s movement first and he glared at her. Traci turned to face her friend, her eyes full of questions.

“Yes? You have something to say?” The minister asked.

“Yes, I do.” Allison turned towards Traci, and smiled. “Traci, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it is the truth and I can’t hold it back any longer.”

“Allison? What is it?” Traci’s voice was full of concern.

“Allison – “ John growled at her, but held himself in check.

When Allison knew all eyes were on her, she continued.

“John has been unfaithful to you, Traci. He and I have been having an affair for quite some time. I’m sorry – really – I wanted to tell you, really I did!”

“Don’t believe her, Traci. She’s just upset because I chose you over her. That’s what this is really about!” John almost shouted.

Allison could see the tears building in Traci’s eyes, and knew she had the power to kill this love of theirs.

“No, it isn’t a lie. It’s been going on for quite some time, actually. And I just found out another piece of interesting news a couple of days ago. It looks as though John will soon be a daddy. Yes, that’s right, John. I’m pregnant with your baby!”

The guests were suddenly extremely quiet as Traci turned to John, tears filling her eyes. Allison smiled at the minister and threw down the bouquet at his feet. Turning on her heel, she walked out of the church and into a new life with a new life growing within her.

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