My friend Terry is without a doubt the best fuck of my life.

I’ve fucked a lot of guys in my 23 years. He’s tall, solidly built, and absolutely delicious. I can’t get enough of him. We tried sticking to meeting up a couple of nights during the week, but sometimes I just can’t get through the day unless I know I’m going to have his fat dick to fill me up later that night.

One day I was so horny I texted him during a meeting and had him meet me at a department store during my lunch hour so we could screw. I pulled him into the dressing room and he fucked me so hard I could still feel it when I went home that night.

I actually have a boyfriend, and Terry has a girlfriend, but we’re not ready to call it quits. We both like having the best of both worlds.

We rarely get to see each other on weekends, but occasionally we manage to hook up. Sometimes I can convince my boyfriend to have a night out with the guys, and when that happens I get in touch with Terry, and he either tells his girlfriend that he’s going to hang out with his buddies, or suggests she have a girls’ night.

Last weekend, we both got lucky and we ended up having the entire weekend to indulge ourselves. My boyfriend was away on business and Terry’s girlfriend was visiting her family, so Terry picked me up from work in his van and drove me home. It was a crazy ride, with Terry feeling me up while I stroked his hard shaft and sucked on his earlobe. We barely made it into my apartment, but when we did, we made up for lost time — lost time being exactly three nights since we’d last fucked.

We made the most of the slow ride up to the fifth floor in the ancient elevator, and were practically naked by the time we stumbled down the hallway and through the doorway to my apartment.

As soon as the door closed, I slid my hands down his hard chest and pulled down his pants and boxers. His cock was hard and wet at the tip. I knelt in front of him and sucked him right down. I love hearing him groan when I deep-throat him, and I love the way he grabs my head when he fucks my mouth. But my pussy was throbbing and needed to be filled. I backed off and lay back on the floor, legs spread invitingly, hands lazily tweaking my nipples through my bra.

Terry kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, then knelt between my legs. He pulled down my skirt, which he’d already unzipped in the elevator, and tossed it aside, along with my shoes and panties. When he started to go down on me, I closed my legs and told him I wanted his dick in my pussy. We had plenty of time to suck each other off. The only thing I wanted was for him to fuck me.

Terry got the message, and when he moved back up to kiss me, I opened my legs and reached for his cock. With our tongues twisting around each other’s, I stroked him twice, then guided the fat head of his cock to my dripping pussy. My cunt was aching to be filled, and slick with my juices, so he easily slid in balls-deep. I cried out immediately at the sensation and we both took a moment to appreciate that first, deep thrust. I didn’t think he could get in any deeper, but I wrapped my legs tightly around him anyway.

We both started rocking our hips, slowly at first, grinding against each other as we kissed. Then, as our mutual need for satisfaction drove us to a different level where we needed the frantic friction that only some hot, sweaty fucking can deliver, Terry gave me the hard, drill-like thrusts that sent us both over the edge.

Afterward, as we lay there side-by-side, I became aware of a slight stinging on my backside, and I realized that I might have to come up with a plausible explanation as to why I had carpet burns on my ass. When I told Terry, he just laughed and said we’d figure something out, just like we usually did.