Dave and I were friends all through college. You could say we were late bloomers, as we didn’t get much in the way of action until our junior year.

That’s when we at last hooked up with girlfriends and made up for lost time.

My girlfriend Delia was actually a virgin when I met her. She was five-foot-five, with brown hair, dark brown eyes, and the sexiest lips I have ever seen to this day. Her body was nice, and when she had a tan she was a total knockout. I must have turned her into a cock-hungry ball-drainer, because not long after we started having sex, she couldn’t get enough. She especially loved it when I went down on her. When she came, which she always did, she would shake her head from side to side and nearly crush my head with her legs. We would fuck for hours, in every position. Many nights Delia would look into my eyes as I fucked her good and hard and say, “Fuck me, baby!” She would moan, “Give it to me good!” And I always did.

Dave’s girlfriend Sharon was a redhead. She had lovely green eyes and an infectious laugh. But her best attribute by far was her outstanding body. Sharon was slightly taller than Delia. She was tight, curvy, and had huge tits. My God, what a body she had!

Dave and I took an off-campus apartment together, and the girls came by a lot. The four of us usually spent the entire weekend together. It was great. We’d get a pizza and do kamikaze shots, then retreat to our rooms, drunk and horny, to fuck and suck the night away. Sometimes I would hear Sharon moaning or laughing. How I fantasized about a night with her.

One Friday night, Dave and I got a big surprise. We’d already done a good bit of partying that evening. Delia looked at me and said, “Baby, Sharon and I have a little request. It’s something we’ve wanted to try for a while now, and it seems like as good a time as any.” Dave and I looked at each other, wondering.

“Go on,” I said.

“We’re all good friends, and we’re good at keeping a secret. Just for tonight, we’d like to switch partners. Sharon really wants to suck your delicious cock, and I want to see if Dave can fuck as good as you.” Then she bit her lip a little, perhaps frightened of how Dave and I might respond.

“Let me talk this over with Dave a minute,” I said.

He and I went into my bedroom and practically danced on the ceiling. “What do you say, pal?” I asked. “Should we give them their wish?”

“You fucking better believe it!” he exclaimed.

Dave and I walked out of that room with big smiles on our faces. Just one look, and the girls knew they were in for quite a night. They asked us to wait in the living room while they got ready for us. My dick was as hard as cold rolled steel.

After about ten minutes, the bedroom door opened and Delia called out to Dave. He went in and closed the door behind him.

Then Sharon called out to me. When I walked into the room, Sharon took off her robe. She was wearing a lace thong with matching bra. Her body was all I had hoped for. Her giant tits were just barely contained in her bra. I walked toward her, lifted her head to mine, and kissed her tenderly. It was the last tender thing we did that evening.

I fondled those incredible globes, first over her bra, then under. I caressed them, held them, loved them. I wet my fingers and squeezed her nipples. She began to tremble. Then she got down on her knees and unzipped my pants, which I removed. My cock sprang free and, to her delight, greeted her with eight thick inches. Holding on to my butt cheeks, Sharon licked around the head of my prick and up and down the entire length of the shaft while she lovingly caressed my balls. Finally, using both hands, she pumped my cock into her mouth.

After about ten minutes of receiving this devoted attention, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and, wet with her saliva, planted it between those two mountains of hers. She quickly took the hint. Squeezing her tits together, she let me fuck them while she looked into my eyes, her tongue circling her lips. My cock rewarded her with a thick stream of come. It shot through her tits and hit her lips, which she happily licked.

Then I lay Sharon back on the bed and pulled off her lace thong to reveal a flaming red-haired pussy. Wow! I kissed all the way up her shapely, muscular calves, and licked the inside of her thighs before sucking at her pussy from top to bottom. Then I centered my attention on her clit. While tonguing it I stuck first one, then two fingers into her pussy. Sharon was going nuts. She held on to my head with both hands. Soon she was moaning and shuddering. I knew it was time to send her over the edge. I wet my pinkie with her pussy juice and inserted just the tip into Sharon’s ass hole. I knew the effect this would have on her, and I wasn’t wrong. Her mouth opened as if to scream, but the only thing that came out was, “Oh — my — God!”

Sharon convulsed in what I was sure must have been the most intense orgasm of her life. She bucked uncontrollably, and then her whole body went limp. As furious as her orgasm was, it would not be her last of the evening.

After we both rested a little while, holding and stroking each other, we starting kissing, softly at first, then desperately, our hands roaming all over each other’s body. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her to me. Sharon straddled my lap and sat on my cock until it was deep in her pussy. She undulated back and forth while I twisted and kneaded her nipples. After a minute she cried out in orgasm yet again.

Now I took a chance.

Pulling her off my stiff, wet rod, I put the head of it up against her virgin ass hole. She settled down on me slowly and gasped when just the head of my cock penetrated. Little by little, I pulled her onto my erection until I was completely buried in her ass hole. Before long she was loving it. I told her to tickle her clit as I pumped her ass hole.

“It feels so good!” she cried. As I filled her ass with hot come, she sighed deeply and moaned, “Oh God, I’m coming again, I can’t take much more of this!”

It was quite a night. We fucked at least three more times in every possible position. Sharon never looked at me the same after that night. She knew that she might never get fucked like that again.

As for Dave’s night with Delia, well, that’s a story for another letter. After all these years, Dave and I are still friends and the girls are long gone. The memories, though, will last forever.