My friend and I feel the need to share an experience that was as unexpected as it was wonderful.

John and I have been friends for many years, and we often read Forum to each other. We live in different states, and have the phone bills to prove it! Business brings us together once or twice a year. Whenever I fly into town, I stay at John’s. We were once lovers, many years ago, but our friendship has changed to one similar to brother and sister — a very close brother and sister. Because of our history together, our conversations include joking comments about our physical attributes (his large, well-endowed penis, and my attractive, well-formed breasts and nipples), as well as intimate discussions of our current relationships.

One of the things that I remember fondly about our intense love relationship was John’s ability to use the immense size of the head of his dick (which is much larger, in proportion to the shaft) to bring me to orgasm by opening the slit of his cock and placing my sensitive, distended nipples within while his deft fingers caressed my pussy. I must confess, I miss that part of our relationship. No one else has had the ability or inclination to do such a wonderful thing.

Recently, while I was visiting John, we read Forum to each other. The difference, of course, was that we were together, not talking long distance. It became very apparent, despite our now platonic friendship, that John was entertaining thoughts that did not belong in a sibling-type relationship. I found this both disturbing and secretly pleasing, as I had broken up with my boyfriend the month before and was questioning whether I was still physically attractive. It was obvious that I was — at least to John!

I pretended to ignore his labored breathing by blithely continuing to read the letter from your magazine. We were reading the 26th Anniversary Issue. John had purchased it because of his attraction to Rachel Williams, who was featured on the cover. John recognized that he was beginning to become very horny, and did his best to hide that fact. Despite our bantering relationship, this was different now, because we were face-to-face.

As on each of my visits, John had given his bedroom to me and slept on the couch in the living room. It was still quite warm, Indian summer, and John was wearing only his boxer shorts and his Harley tank top, showing his well-formed biceps. I’m a sucker for great arms! I was also dressed for the weather, in a sundress, and hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear.

We were still drinking coffee and waking up. What better way to greet the day than by reading Forum? By now, John’s bulge couldn’t be ignored, and I teasingly joked with him. I had thought that he was very happy and satisfied in his current relationship, so I really didn’t expect what happened next. I commented that the years hadn’t diminished his attractiveness. That seemed to allow John to feel free to relax, and not feel so uncomfortable at his aroused state. He unfolded his legs and lay back against the sofa, which freed his engorged member to slip out through the leg of his shorts.

I couldn’t help myself. I gasped. I found that I was also getting quite excited. My nipples were pressing against the sundress, which was of sheer material. I tried to calm myself, but found that a month of singleness had whetted my appetite. My mind raced, as I tried to ignore my dampening crotch. I reminded myself that John and I were friends, only friends, and that this could go into forbidden territory.

John got up to get more coffee, and when he stood up, his penis stood up too, moving the shorts-leg up to reveal parts of his testicles. This was too much for me to ignore. My willpower was gone. I reached up and touched his arm, and said, “Do you think — ?” He stopped and turned, and I was face-to-face with his erection — and also with the decision that I’ve come to savor. As the engorged head of John’s massive hard-on brushed my cheek, he reached behind me, and in one motion unzipped my dress.

I stood and the dress fell to the floor, revealing my excitement. All my inhibitions were gone, and I rapidly removed his shorts and tank top. The blinds were open, and the gentle breeze and warm sunlight from the opened windows caressed us. We stood, breathing hard, not quite believing what was happening. The years fell away, and the love secrets we had shared with each other for so long were the only things between us now!

I turned to close the blinds, but John stopped me by gathering me into his wonderful arms, cupped my breasts in his hands, burying his face in my hair, and whispering, “I want the world to see.” His cock pressed against my spine, and his heavy testicles pressed deep against my ass. He moved his hands down my stomach and found my engorged clitoris. His other hand gently tugged at my nipple, as his hips slowly moved against mine. I reached behind and found the head of his dick, which started to ooze his love juice. John gently lowered me to the floor. He backed away, and I felt his hands separating my legs. My face was in the deep, soft carpet, and I moaned. I felt the insistent, tantalizing pressure of John’s tongue moving up my thighs. I was in a state of near frenzy. John slowly started to lick my pussy from behind, and I moved my hand to between my legs. I enjoyed this attention, but soon I wanted more. I arched my back, and moved my hips up, trying in vain to find his cock. I wanted him in me so bad, I could almost taste it. John backed away, and I felt his knees between mine, and I could feel the length of his member between my cheeks. He slowly slid the shaft down, to place the head at the entrance of my now dripping pussy.

I backed onto the shaft, savoring every inch. Soon he was in to the hilt, and we were moving in the rhythm well known to lovers everywhere. I am a very vocal lover, and my moans filled the living room. This excited John even more, and he increased his stroking. I was on the verge of coming, and he sensed that. He stopped, and pulled me up from the carpet, moved me closer to the window, and standing, re-entered me from behind. I gasped. The pressure in all the right places was too much for me to wait any longer.

I began to come, and called out. John increased his strokes and put his fingers right on my clit. With one final stroke, I felt his come pump into me. He gasped and shuddered. We stood at the window, still locked together, and let our beating hearts slow down. John’s erection slowly slid from my steaming pussy. We turned and faced each other, and held each other for a long time.

I don’t know what will happen the next time I visit John. I haven’t thought that far ahead.