My lifelong friend Ben came to visit. There had always been some sexual tension between us, and we spent years trying to tamp it down — until Ben’s flight home got canceled, stranding him with me for a few extra days.

Twenty-four hours in, we decided it didn’t make sense for Ben to continue sleeping on the couch, so he joined me in bed. Two hours after that, we were cuddling while we watched a movie. But by the time the flick finished, we were openly stroking each other.

At first, I tried to ignore the pulsing in my pussy. But no matter how much we both pretended our snuggle session wasn’t sexual, my body begged to differ. My cunt had already grown wet, my arousal lubing up my folds.

When I shifted in bed and my ass bumped up against Ben’s extremely hard cock, I could no longer pretend he wasn’t interested in sex. Deciding it was high time to grab the bull by the balls, I rolled over and snaked my hand in between us to grab hold of his manhood.

Ben’s chocolate-brown eyes flickered mischievously as I cupped his balls through his threadbare pajamas. When I skimmed my hand over his bulge, I felt a small wet spot on the fabric.

I smiled, fairly certain Ben wasn’t wearing any underwear, and felt pleased that I’d caused pre-come to leak from his prick.

Ben rocked his hips, pressing his erection hard against my palm. The unfastened button-fly on his pants gaped open in invitation.

I refused to let another minute pass without feeling Ben’s velvety shaft in my hand. I tore open his pants like it was the best gift I’d ever received — and maybe it was. His cock was certainly the biggest I’d ever encountered.

My mouth watered as my eyes greedily ate up the sight of Ben’s erection standing strong and tall. His dick was as thick and rigid as a marble column. I didn’t know if I wanted to take him between my lips first or if I wanted to stuff him straight inside my pussy.

But my salivating mouth got the better of me, and I decided I needed to suck him. Leaning down, I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock. Ben’s breaths immediately grew shorter and faster. By the time the flat of my tongue swept over his cockhead, he was literally panting.

“Please, Lauren,” he begged.

“Please what?” I asked, feigning innocence, before taking the whole of his mushroom-cap tip into my mouth.

“Please suck my cock.”

The request was made through gritted teeth, underscoring how hot and bothered Ben had become.

His dick was already well on its way to the back of my throat by that point, so my response was a deep growl that rumbled around his shaft.

“Fuck!” Ben exclaimed.

His hips lifted off the mattress, shoving the remainder of his cock into my mouth.

I relaxed, allowing Ben’s length to slide in and out of my face with ease. I was careful not to take too much too fast and avoided triggering my gag reflex. I held the base of his dick in my fist to guide him, then I bobbed my head up and down as quickly as I could, letting his cock tap against the back of my throat with every inward thrust.

I didn’t care that my eyes were watering. The sounds falling from Ben’s lips and my newfound desire to savor his come were all that mattered to me.

My hand brushed against Ben’s balls as I shifted on the bed, and his hips lurched upward. It was all the encouragement I needed to refocus

my efforts on his sac.

I lifted myself onto my knees and scooted closer. Careful to keep my balance, I bent down low and used the hand fisted around the base of Ben’s cock to guide his erection back into my mouth. At the same time, I used my other hand to caress his balls.

The second my nails grazed his sac, Ben sucked in a shuddering breath through his teeth. His hips bucked. Then when he relaxed, his balls settled into my palm.

I marveled at how even my wildest fantasies didn’t compare to being with Ben in the flesh. Knowing my hands and mouth were what made him writhe in ecstasy was intoxicating.

Drunk with the power of my sexual prowess, I made it my mission to push Ben to his limit. I released my hold on his dick, relaxed my throat and slid my lips down his shaft.

I let one hand roam, stroking a path up the side of Ben’s thigh while allowing my fingers to toy with the hair that dusted his skin. I loved the way he drew in a deep breath every time my fingernails tickled him.

It didn’t take long to find Ben’s most sensitive spots. I mentally mapped every single one, taking special note of the areas that caused him to seriously squirm and shove his dick deeper down my throat.

Soon, I didn’t even need to bob my head — Ben’s gyrating hips did all the work for me. He pistoned his hard cock into my mouth at a breakneck pace.

My saliva spread over his shaft, aiding Ben’s efforts to slide in and out. He wound his fingers through my hair as he continued slamming his dick into my mouth.

He was in such a frenzy it was easy to sneak a hand in between his legs to push against that oh-so-sensitive skin between his balls and his asscrack. I closed my fingers into a fist, which I used to apply a gentle, steady pressure to Ben’s taint. Almost instantly, his sac grew tight and his breathing became more shallow.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned. “Yes, yes, yes!”

It was like having my own personal cheerleading squad, and I adored every second. I did my best to follow the erratic rhythm he set, eager for him to bust a nut right in my mouth.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Ben repeated.Another series of cheers punctuated the hot spurts of come that surged from his dick and shot down my throat. It was more spunk than I could swallow, and the savory liquid seeped from the corners of my lips.

Of course, I couldn’t let a drop of Ben’s delicious seed go to waste. Once his tremors subsided, I eased his dick from my mouth and proceeded to lick his sticky shaft like an ice pop.

“Oh God,” Ben groaned.

He gulped several steadying breaths, then he sat up like a shot and flipped me onto my back. With a brisk motion, he yanked off my pajama bottoms before settling in above me. His big, strong body caged me in. We’d spent so many years walking side by side, but it took lying under him to fully realize how massive he is.

“Your turn,” he said. His lips were so close to mine that each word landed like a soft kiss.

Ben used one hand to hold both of my wrists above my head. He tucked them underneath a pillow and said, “Keep ’em right here.” Then he slithered down my torso and settled himself between my spread thighs.

Ben’s breath warmed the sensitive skin on my inner thigh when he murmured, “I’ve always wondered what you taste like.”

Then his tongue repeatedly swept from the opening of my pussy to my clit, parting my folds, so Ben could explore even deeper. His tongue traced a path up one side of my slit and down the other. He seemed intent to sample every square inch of my lady bits.

But he wasn’t only interested in skimming the surface. Before long his wriggling tongue was probing my pussy. The feeling was delightful.

“Oh, Ben,” I moaned.

I rocked my hips, angling them upward and rubbing my pussy hard against his lips. They were soft and wet, perfect for slipping and sliding all over my very sensitive slit.

Ben’s hand skidded up my thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. He drifted over my mound, but skirted my clit. Then he dipped down and hit the detonator button, and I saw stars.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I chanted as pleasure swelled inside me.

My hands desperately searched for something — anything — to grasp. My fingers flexed and released amid the tangled bedsheets, then I reached up and squeezed my tits. My erect nipples were exquisitely sensitive and felt as hard as diamonds. I tugged my lower lip between my teeth as I stroked those swollen buds with my thumbs. The action soothed their ache, but only for a moment.

Seconds later, Ben eased his tongue from inside my pussy and replaced it with his fingers, turning my whole world upside down.

My back arched, and Ben sucked feverishly on my clit. Even as my hips hitched and my legs thrashed, his mouth stayed locked to my bud. It wasn’t long before pleasure overwhelmed me. It washed over my body in big crashing waves of ecstasy. The tension gave way to a powerful, all consuming orgasm that left me trembling helplessly.

Ben let me catch my breath, then his mouth descended upon my pussy for another marathon pleasure session.

I can’t believe we waited so long to hook up, but the good news is we’re making up for lost time.