Friends With Benefit - S01 E09
20-07-25 (05:40)
Kike’s house was just down the street, but my legs still
barely made it there after that run. Kike lived alone
with her police officer dad, and he was on duty that
evening, so we had the place entirely to ourselves. She
led me inside her smallish bedroom, adorned with a
frilly pink bed.
Kike ducked beneath her girlish bed and pulled out an
old dvd of The Little Mermaid.
“Why is that under your bed?” I asked.
“Because it’s not a Disney movie,” she answered
naughtily. She slid the disc out of its case and I saw
that it was actually labeled Cum-Drenched Wet Fucking
5 or something. I don’t remember exactly. I just
remember thinking it was hilarious that the franchise
was popular enough to merit a fourth sequel.
Kike pushed the disc in her DVD, explaining, “I know
girls aren’t supposed to be into these, but that doesn’t
make sense. My theory is it’s because so many of the
guys in porn are gross looking, I don’t know. You just
have to know what to look for.”
She fast-forwarded through the opening credits until a
handsome guy with a six pack walked onscreen and
robotically announced to nobody in particular, “Oh I am
late,” and ran out the door.
“You see that guy?” Kike asked, “HE is the reason I
stole this from my dad. I’ve watched this one like a
thousand times. I showed it to all the other girls and
they all got off watching it.”
I swallowed at the implications of what she just said.
“So, you lent it to them and they told you they liked it?”
I asked.
Kike fast-forwarded through another boring part as she
answered, “No, they were all here for a sleepover. We
were crashing on the living room floor in our pyjamas
and I put the tape in to prove to everyone that porn
could be hot for girls too. Sure enough, everyone
started getting really turned on, until Chioma finally
crawled under her blanket to cover up–and announced
that she was so horny she was just finger herself and
would everybody just please not look.”
My mouth went dry, and it wasn’t from the run. Kike hit
play just as an actress with huge fake breasts began
tugging the guy’s jeans down to reveal his monster of a
cock. Kike sighed in arousal, “Some girls could care less
what a guy’s thing looks like, or how big he is, but for
me it’s the most important part. Like how boobs are, for
you.”
The woman in the video worked that beast of an
erection into her mouth, but I just wanted to hear more
about what happened at Kike’s sleepover–
“So, Chioma fingered herself in front of everyone?”
“No, it wasn’t like that. She had the blanket on, we
could barely even see her hand moving. It was a little
weird at first, but she was real quiet so I just had to
ignored her and watched my movie. What do I wanna
see Chioma getting off for, anyway? But then Nneka
was like, ‘What the hell,’ and crawled under her little
blanket and started touching herself, too.”
On the TV, the guy leaned down and began softly
licking the girl’s pussy.
“Ooh, okay, this is the good part. Get under the covers
with me.” Kike insisted, and crawled into her bed.
My mind suddenly connected my current situation with
Kike’s story.
“You mean, you want me to–”
“Like I said, the rest of us all got off watching this
movie together. It would be wrong for you to be left
out of the club. Now get under the covers so it won’t be
weird.”
I obeyed, feeling her slender hip against mine as I slid
into bed. On the TV, the guy rolled the girl onto her
stomach and slowly entered her from behind, building
speed until her ass was slapping against his pelvis with
each hard thrust.
I detected motion beneath our blanket as Kike’s fingers
slowly worked away at her clit. Emboldened by her
example, my hand slipped beneath my waistband and
grabbed hold of my erection. “Then what happened?” I
asked.
“At that point, it would have been more uncomfortable
if the rest of us had just sat there watching the two of
them. So Zainab, and I, and even Sandra pulled up our
blankets and started rubbing ourselves, too. It wasn’t
too awkward–we were all watching the guy in the
movie, not each other. It was actually kind of fun, like a
group activity, you know?”
I couldn’t help but picture the five of them, spread out
across the living room carpet, frantically frigging
themselves beneath those blankets.
Beside me, Kike let out a little moan that snapped me
back to reality. I studied her beautiful face as she bit
her lip in self-induced pleasure. My rigid cock throbbed
in my hand.
On the TV, the actors repositioned so that the girl was
riding her man reverse cowgirl, fake breasts bouncing
wildly as she impaled herself again and again on his
gargantuan phallus.
“Who came first?” I whispered.
Kike’s voice was turning breathy and ragged with
arousal: “Mmm–Zainab did. She made kind of a little
whimper then went still. Chioma was next. She made
this adorable meowing sound when she came.”
The porn actors built towards their climax; the guy
feverishly groping the girl’s enormous gravity-defying
breasts as she urged him on. Kike sped up the hand on
her clit, panting with pleasure. My jaw clenched tight.
“Then who?”
“Ohhh… then Nneka. Then Sandra.”
On screen, the guy dove his hand down and violently
rubbed at his co-star’s clit while she bounced up and
down along the whole length of his cock–
I kept focused on Kike’s enraptured face; on the
mounting ecstasy written across her lovely features. I
timed my own strokes with the frantic sloshing sounds
coming from her hand. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
