"Hey dude, there's a game on today. I saved a spot for you on the couch."

David wiped a dry hand across his well-earned six-pack, sliding the fingers deeper, toward the beige hair under his navel.

"Nah, sorry Joe, I'm about to jack off."

David had never been known for his bluntness.

"C'mon Dave, I promise it'll be worth it."

*click*

David stared at the cordless phone for a second, dick wilting in the cool air. That stiffie was gone with the wind, might as well have some fun, and he missed seeing Kathy. Always packing herself into those string bikinis, teasing with her B-cup tits bared to the world every time she "needed" lotion on her back. Yeah, that's what she needed.

Shrugging, he reached for the nearest pair of shorts and tank top, knowing there could be worse ways to spend a day off.

Once he drove to the big, off-white house, he noticed the front door wide open. Weird. A few steps onto the perfect carpet and the door slammed shut, soft but firm hands on his biceps diverting his attention.

"Kathy?"

Suddenly she was in front of him, a freshly-showered Califonira girl, blue-eyed and blonde with a natural tan. NO tan lines.

"Wh-who are you?"

She smiled, fingers of her left hand tracing his palm, whimpering playfully as she slid his callused thumb into her shaved pussy.

"Does it even matter?"

The bulge in his shorts agreed with her, even if he wasn't sure. She was so wet...not just wet...used, which would explain the shower. His entire being was centered on his thumb, feeling that warmth, tested by adding two more fingers. His penis had been exposed for an indefinite period of time when he finally realized she was stroking him.

"I can't do this to Joe."

She laughed, a bubbly sound as she smoothed pre-cum along his shaft.

"Now that would be fun, but nobody's expecting boy/boy."

David shook his head, fighting back the groan when she squeezed his large, free-hanging balls.

"I-I...ugh...not with his..girl..."

Another laugh, accompanied by a thrust against his three clit-close digits.

"You think I'm his girl? No way! We just had some fun."

He let himself groan that time, as her dogged index finger slid across a sensitive underside vein.

She looked so ready, not just teasing like Kathy, when a babe has that gleam in her eyes, David knew it was time for a pounding. Not the best location, but there were floors and tables all around, bedrooms upstairs, and unless she had Joe bound and gagged upstairs (totally strange mental image), he had to have known about this.

With a tug David pulled her to him, exploring her minty mouth with his tongue, her tongue sliding underneath his. Determined female hands through his hair tore away the clip, letting the long brown locks cascade over his broad shoulders. He pinched the vaginal bud now pressed so close against his thigh, her moan of pure passion muffled into his chest.

Again she took control, this girl with no name or inhibitions, yanking his arms upward to slip his tank off. She then led him toward the living room couch, literally by his cock, her nimble fingers making circular patterns over his flared head.

Shorts, shoes, and socks kicked off clumsily, David let himself take a relaxing breath soon as her hot tongue flicked against his erect nipples, leaving teeth marks as souveniers before she continued downward. Family photos, big-screen tv, glass doors leading to poolside, magazines on the coffee table, Joe's ancient, crusty black sock beside an armchair. Signs of home. This was someone else's home.

His vision blurred from pure pleasure, the ultimate pleasure of a slick mouth around his cock.

Instead of the thought repulsing him, David yelled a loud curse, so turned on, so amazed at this gorgeous mystery babe deep-throating him in his best friend's house, when anybody could walk in.

He looked down at his spread thighs, riddled by scratches and love bites. One hand rolling his hairy nuts as her other five pleasure providers varied between tugging at her tiny rosebud nipples and vanishing into the damp center between her legs. His hands were busy in her hair, occasionally jerking for her to suck faster, mostly carressing out of appreciation.

Close, close, OH GOD, he shut his eyes, threw his head back,

"Joe said..."

David felt the delicious cocoon around his cock leave long before he saw Kathy standing in the hall, dressed in a white cotton bathrobe, fresh from her shower. Big day for showers in this house.

The enigma babe stood between them, hand on her hip, smiling a cum-stained smile.

"Surprise!"

David knew he should feel embarrassed, or furious, but all he could feel was freedom, freedom that he could have control of this situation. He grinned, licking his lips for a flicker of a second.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

Kathy looked angry, but she hadn't taken her eyes off his proud, bobbing dick. He slapped the base with a hand, watching it jump, watching a small white spot of cum fly out. Encouraged by her inability to move or speak, he turned to face the back wall, letting her get an unclothed look at the bubble butt she'd "accidentally" brushed against a few too many times.

When he turned again, the mystery babe had gotten the bathrobe half off, mouth clamped onto Kathy's long, luxurious neck, fingers scratching Kathy's large brown areolas.

David walked toward them, slowly, taking a mental picture to last a lifetime. When he finally reached his destination, he balanced his penis tip delicately near Kathy's entrance, slowly sliding his hardness up and down, down and up over those slick lower lips, hoping to drive her as mad as she'd driven him.

Her entire body shook at the combined efforts of two genders working on her beautiful form. His mouth brushed against her ear, light stubble scraping her smooth skin.

"Kathy...you're mine."