Amy and Bryce
Amy and I have coffee, kind of brunch thing. We meet up when both of us have fallen out of bed. We sit outside in the sunshine and eat eggs and drink a second coffee. We've both had a couple of j's just to make the brunch interesting.
She went to a party at a gay mates, Jared's, place. He and his boyfriend, Lincoln, were having a Saturday night drug party, they called it, just-because-we-don’t-do-drugs-anymore. They had a big house, we were to all stay in and play, whatever we liked.
Ben didn't go, I think that was deliberate on Amy's part. It was a drug party and her gay mates are more than a bit taken with Ben's newly found bi leanings. Ben has told everyone, in his logical, new discoveries, earnest sort of announcement.
As Amy was to find out later, her two gay mates had invited Bryce along to take care of her, so they’d have a shot at Ben. Bryce was worded up, he needed to take Amy away and fuck her.
Bryce was still there, he and Amy have always had a thing. Muscular – but when I say muscular, muscular in that perfectly shaped muscular male torso's, the likes of which you see on celebrities or models - and with a big, hard cock, just as Amy liked them. It was either a master stroke, Bryce has always had a bit of a thing for Amy, or the act of morally bereft queens, they could destroy a friendship to get into Ben's pants.
Things got real messy, everyone was out of it.
During the night, Amy went to the toilet and on the way back Bryce was coming towards her, he smiled looked at the nearest bedroom door, looked back at Amy and then went into the bedroom looking back at her.
Amy stepped into the room behind Bryce. He was waiting. He closed the door for her. His eyes flashed. Handsome Bryce, who Amy had known since uni days. Beautiful, muscular Bryce, who Amy had always flirted with and who had always flirted with her.
She’d ogled Bryce down the beach with trunks on, when they all went away together. He’d smile at her when he’d see her looking him up and down. Once he’d said, “See something you like?”
Everyone heard and everyone laughed. Everyone thought Bryce was just mucking around, they didn’t see he was looking at Amy.
They’d got drunk and pashed one night, she remembered him to be a good kisser with a surprisingly big cock, they’d been in bed in their underwear when they kissed, just saying good night.
They’d shared two adjoining showers inadvertently, on one surf weekend away, only to step out of the shower naked at the same time, looking at each other, completely unaware of the other. Bryce stood there with a towel in one hand and jeans in another, full frontal. Amy was drying her tits. Bryce’s sausage looked edible from that day on.
They were both drug fucked.
I’ve got no panties on, she thought. She took them off when her E was coming on. Bryce kissed her neck. It felt good. “I’ve got no panties on.” She just said it. Think it say it, she was always like that when she was off her face, it often made Ben laugh.
Bryce stepped towards her and kisses her on the lips. "That's good." His hands slid up Amy's dress and on to her pussy.
Amy was turned on, she could feel it between her legs.
He caressed, and touched and rubbed, before he slid his finger into Amy's wet vagina. "You are very wet."
"I've done a few drugs, I'm ready." Amy lay back on the bed and fingered herself.
Bryce dropped his jeans to the floor.
Bryce's abdomen was flat, his cock bulged hard in his jocks. He was ready.
Amy was ready. A shiver buzzed down her back.
He pulled his jocks down. He was rock hard. He spat in his hand and ran it down his hard shaft.
He knelt toward Amy on the bed. He pushed forward and slid his cock all the way into her.
"Oh Jesus," said Amy.
"That what you want baby," said Bryce, as his hard, fat cock slid back into her. Into her, as she lay on the bed with her legs spread.
Into her over and over and over again.
"Five minutes later, Josh," said Amy. "I was on that bed with Bryce's cock inside me, getting the best fuck of my life. It was hot."
"It was the drugs."
"That Bryce, has just what a girl needs sometimes."
"I offered to take him home and suck his cock until he came on my sheets." I can still see his drug fucked face staring back at me. "It didn't go so well." I shrugged. "Still. I pulled him off in a toilet, one dance party. That was hot. He was completely out of it. Call me a pig, I don't care."
Amy smiled. "I think it should be shared." She giggled like a teenager.
"How about afterwards?"
"Well." She grimaced. "We were in somebody's house, on somebody's bed, we just had to get dressed and sneak out quick."
"And after that?"
"I didn't see him after that." Amy grinned and squeezed her shoulders up.
"Bryce is a nice guy," I said. "He's pretty laid back."
"I used him for sex... I ask you, what guy is going to complain about that?"
I smiled and instantly wondered about the history and Bryce's pent up feeling for Amy. She's okay, she goes home to Ben - Who wouldn't be happy going home to Ben?
I wondered how Bryce felt?
She went to a party at a gay mates, Jared's, place. He and his boyfriend, Lincoln, were having a Saturday night drug party, they called it, just-because-we-don’t-do-drugs-anymore. They had a big house, we were to all stay in and play, whatever we liked.
Ben didn't go, I think that was deliberate on Amy's part. It was a drug party and her gay mates are more than a bit taken with Ben's newly found bi leanings. Ben has told everyone, in his logical, new discoveries, earnest sort of announcement.
As Amy was to find out later, her two gay mates had invited Bryce along to take care of her, so they’d have a shot at Ben. Bryce was worded up, he needed to take Amy away and fuck her.
Bryce was still there, he and Amy have always had a thing. Muscular – but when I say muscular, muscular in that perfectly shaped muscular male torso's, the likes of which you see on celebrities or models - and with a big, hard cock, just as Amy liked them. It was either a master stroke, Bryce has always had a bit of a thing for Amy, or the act of morally bereft queens, they could destroy a friendship to get into Ben's pants.
Things got real messy, everyone was out of it.
During the night, Amy went to the toilet and on the way back Bryce was coming towards her, he smiled looked at the nearest bedroom door, looked back at Amy and then went into the bedroom looking back at her.
Amy stepped into the room behind Bryce. He was waiting. He closed the door for her. His eyes flashed. Handsome Bryce, who Amy had known since uni days. Beautiful, muscular Bryce, who Amy had always flirted with and who had always flirted with her.
She’d ogled Bryce down the beach with trunks on, when they all went away together. He’d smile at her when he’d see her looking him up and down. Once he’d said, “See something you like?”
Everyone heard and everyone laughed. Everyone thought Bryce was just mucking around, they didn’t see he was looking at Amy.
They’d got drunk and pashed one night, she remembered him to be a good kisser with a surprisingly big cock, they’d been in bed in their underwear when they kissed, just saying good night.
They’d shared two adjoining showers inadvertently, on one surf weekend away, only to step out of the shower naked at the same time, looking at each other, completely unaware of the other. Bryce stood there with a towel in one hand and jeans in another, full frontal. Amy was drying her tits. Bryce’s sausage looked edible from that day on.
They were both drug fucked.
I’ve got no panties on, she thought. She took them off when her E was coming on. Bryce kissed her neck. It felt good. “I’ve got no panties on.” She just said it. Think it say it, she was always like that when she was off her face, it often made Ben laugh.
Bryce stepped towards her and kisses her on the lips. "That's good." His hands slid up Amy's dress and on to her pussy.
Amy was turned on, she could feel it between her legs.
He caressed, and touched and rubbed, before he slid his finger into Amy's wet vagina. "You are very wet."
"I've done a few drugs, I'm ready." Amy lay back on the bed and fingered herself.
Bryce dropped his jeans to the floor.
Bryce's abdomen was flat, his cock bulged hard in his jocks. He was ready.
Amy was ready. A shiver buzzed down her back.
He pulled his jocks down. He was rock hard. He spat in his hand and ran it down his hard shaft.
He knelt toward Amy on the bed. He pushed forward and slid his cock all the way into her.
"Oh Jesus," said Amy.
"That what you want baby," said Bryce, as his hard, fat cock slid back into her. Into her, as she lay on the bed with her legs spread.
Into her over and over and over again.
"Five minutes later, Josh," said Amy. "I was on that bed with Bryce's cock inside me, getting the best fuck of my life. It was hot."
"It was the drugs."
"That Bryce, has just what a girl needs sometimes."
"I offered to take him home and suck his cock until he came on my sheets." I can still see his drug fucked face staring back at me. "It didn't go so well." I shrugged. "Still. I pulled him off in a toilet, one dance party. That was hot. He was completely out of it. Call me a pig, I don't care."
Amy smiled. "I think it should be shared." She giggled like a teenager.
"How about afterwards?"
"Well." She grimaced. "We were in somebody's house, on somebody's bed, we just had to get dressed and sneak out quick."
"And after that?"
"I didn't see him after that." Amy grinned and squeezed her shoulders up.
"Bryce is a nice guy," I said. "He's pretty laid back."
"I used him for sex... I ask you, what guy is going to complain about that?"
I smiled and instantly wondered about the history and Bryce's pent up feeling for Amy. She's okay, she goes home to Ben - Who wouldn't be happy going home to Ben?
I wondered how Bryce felt?
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