A Friend in Need

Chill drops beaded on her hat and wool coat as Marion walked home in the autumn rain, avoiding puddles and careful to not slip on the slick fallen leaves covering the sidewalks. She was walking home from a modelling session at the University Art Department. The money was awfully good. An hour of sitting around nude, which she would be doing anyway, made her the same as four hours in the cheese shop where she worked. Plus, she loved the nude modelling. The instructor was used to models being a bit shyer, but the first time Marion proudly faced the class and dropped her robe, revealing herself fully, he arched an eyebrow in surprise. She loved having all those people looking at her naked, men and women. Some were quite serious, but she detected a gaze of desire in a few, even a few of the female students. Every class, as she posed on the couch a tingle began in her pussy, building through the hour. But she had to stay still and hold the pose even as much as she wanted to spread her legs and begin fingering herself in front of everyone. It was delicious torment!

So after each modelling session she hurried home to wait for Jack, and he'd find her naked and spread on their couch fingering herself, desperate for him to fill her desire.

But today there was the problem of Jerry.

Jerry was one of Jack's friends from University. He was smart and funny, but a bit unfocused and drifted about from passion to passion. He'd dropped out in third year, but stayed in town because he'd met Susie. They began living together, him working while she continued her degree. After a year they married and Jack and Marion went to that as witnesses. The four of them were couple friends; seeing movies together, having each other over for meals and long evenings of drinking wine and talking about everything from pop music to philosophy to favourite foods.

But then about a month ago, Jerry was on their doorstep, a distraught castaway tossed up on the beach of Jack and Marion's little island of love. A ship-wrecked survivor from the stormy sea of their brief, tumultuous marriage. Susie, tired of his drifting, had chucked him out and replaced him in unseemly haste with someone who was more career-oriented.

"I'm sure he's a dreadful bore!" Marion had clucked sympathetically, getting Jerry some food.

"Love is food. Food is love." Was Marion's motto. So if she liked you, she fed you. And Jerry needed feeding.

So Jerry was over to Jack and Marion's a lot. Sometimes he'd bring food, or the wine, or just help pay for the groceries. But he was over five nights out of seven, and the friends would stay up late talking, Jerry often sleeping on their couch and then leaving in the morning as they went to work or the university. But Jerry would be back, avoiding the sad, lonely room that he rented in a house full of foreign exchange students.

"He's like a stray cat," Jack observed. "We started feeding him, and soon he's going to move in."

The worst part was having to be dressed all of the time and closing doors and being quiet while they made love, Marion biting a pillow in her passion. This morning Jerry didn't have to go to work, so he'd stayed on the couch reading while Jack and Marion went out. So as Marion arrived at the three story Victorian house where they rented the top floor, she was puzzled, horny and frustrated. "Oh, well," she thought to herself climbing the stairs. "We'll have some tea and I can excuse myself to the bathroom for a quick finger! That'll have to do until bedtime." She thought about letting Jerry watch, but that might get weird and she wasn't sure what Jack would say.

She opened the door quietly and entered their kitchen. "Hi Jerry! I'm ... Oh!"

Jerry was scrambling to do his pants up, blushing as a thick glossy magazine fell to the floor with a rattling of stiff paper. "Oh fuck fuck fuck! I'm sorry!"

Marion stepped closer and saw that it was one of Jack's stack of Penthouse magazines. It was a good issue. She liked to read the stories while Jack licked her pussy. The magazine had fallen open to a close up of a woman with her lips engulfing a thick, heavily veined cock.

Jerry sat on the couch, head hung in embarrassment. "I'm soooo sorry Marion! It's just I'm so lonely. Susie wouldn't touch me for the last couple of months. She had me finger her lots, but she wouldn't do a thing for me!"

"Hmmm" Marion said. "I see your problem. How can we help?"

Jerry nodded to the magazine on the floor. "Well, you know, a blow job would be pretty nice." He immediately regretted saying that, wishing he could take the words back. He looked away expecting screams of outrage, fully prepared to be thrown out into the street.

Marion tilted her head to one side, considering. Jerry was a friend after all, in need of help and her heart broke at his desperate need. She had been a virgin when she met Jack so she'd never seen another penis close up and she was very curious to see Jerry's. Plus she was a free, liberated woman in charge of her own body and she could suck any cock she wanted too! And she and Jack had had that delicious threesome with Angelica last Christmas, why should Jack get all the fun? Besides, she was awfully horny.

She checked the clock on the stove. A plan formed in her head. "Okay!" she said. She held a finger up "But just a blow job."

She went back into the kitchen to hang her coat and hat up. "You make yourself comfortable and I'll be right there." Out of sight of Jerry, she slipped her panties off and hung them on the door knob on the landing. Fortunately they were the only apartment up here.

Marion walked slowly back into the living room, putting a little extra sway in her steps for Jerry's arousal. She put a Kate Bush tape into the cassette player and turned it on. "Now then? Where were we?'

She knelt before Jerry, looking into his eyes as she undid his pants. Grabbing the waist band she pulled them down, Jerry lifting his butt to help. He started breathing heavily, eyes wide in wonder. Marion then tugged at his boxers. Jerry's penis flopped out. "Oh my!" Marion gasped. Reaching up she started stroking his balls and then grasped the tip of his cock.

It was certainly different from Jack's. Uncircumcised for one thing, the foreskin puzzled her a bit. But she slid it down and up experimentally and that seemed to make Jerry groan with pleasure. She could feel Jerry's cock hardening in her grip. It was a bit longer than Jack's but thinner, and it had a funny curve too, where Jack's was thick and straight when fully aroused. Marion bent to take one of Jerry's balls in her mouth, sucking on it like a candy. Jerry's pubic hair tickled her nose. Jerry groaned loudly. Pointing her tongue, she slid it up the shaft to the tip. She slid the foreskin down again so that she could circle the head and lick the delicate sensitive skin underneath it. Opening her mouth she took Jerry's penis inside, easing it along her tongue as her lips wrapped around the shaft while one hand continued to stroke his balls. She began moving her head up and down, slurping loudly. Drool running down Jerry's shaft and onto her hand. Marion undid her blouse with her free hand, popping her breasts out so she could fondle herself.

Jerry lay his head back groaning. His eyes closed in ecstasy. She hoped he wouldn't come too quickly. Because she wanted Jack to see.

Jack bounded up the stairs, home from doing some research on his thesis at the library. Marion had been modelling today, so he knew she'd be horny and he was anticipating a passionate encounter. Usually on the couch, but sometimes right on the kitchen table. Her panties hanging on the door knob was her sign, she was wet and ready. It meant "come in and fuck me!"

"Woohoo!" he thought. "We've gotten rid of Jerry for a bit." He tucked her panties into his pocket and opened the door. Kate Bush was playing loudly and he could also hear a strange slurping noise. He walked silently into the kitchen to look into the living room, wondering.

Jack's eyes widened in shock at the sight of Marion kneeling in front of Jerry, his pants down around his ankles, her head bobbing up and down, slurping noisily on his cock. Jerry's eyes were closed and between the music and his extreme pleasure, he was not aware of his entrance. But Marion was. She turned her head to look back at him. Defiantly, proudly, she deliberately and slowly worked Jerry's hard cock in her mouth, licking it with her tongue while staring at Jack, daring him to say something.

Jack smiled and held a finger to his lips. Marion returned her attention to Jerry and lifted her backside up, wiggling it invitingly at Jack. Jack needed no encouragement. Slipping off his shoes and dropping his pants he walked up behind her, his erection hard and sudden. He flipped her skirt up around her waist and knelt behind her. He brushed his fingers through her wet, musky hairs, teasing. She knew he liked to finger her first, and she liked it too. But not today. Today he had a primal need to claim his woman. She might have someone else's cock in her mouth, but his was going into her pussy. He gripped his hard manhood, aiming it at her slit. Placing a hand on each of her hips he plunged in fast and deep.

"Oh!" Marion squeaked in surprise, letting Jerry's cock fall from her mouth.

Jerry opened his eyes. Marion's brown hair was in his lap, her mouth working on his cock. Her skirt was now up around her waist exposing her round naked ass and there was Jack! Naked from the waist down and mounting her from behind, thrusting energetically like an animal. His mouth opened in wordless surprise.

Jack smiled at him and winked. "Hey man. Marion's taking good care of you I see?"

"Uhhhh..." was all he could stupidly vocalize.

Marion's hand stroked his shaft at the same time causing his climax to erupt. Hot jets of come shot into the air. "Oh!" Marion exclaimed. She caught some in her open mouth but burst after burst of built up passion splashed across her face and breasts.

She let go of Jerry and lowering herself in front of him, placing her head on the floor between his spread feet, she used her free hands to finger herself and fondle her nipples while Jack continued to thrust deeply. Jerry just sat still, his limp cock on the couch cushion while his friends fucked right in front of him. Marion moaned in pleasure, Jack's thick cock filled her completely. His balls slapped against her fingers as she rubbed her clitoris.

"Oh God Jack! I love you so much!" Marion moaned, making her allegiance clear to everyone in the room.

"I... love... you... too!" Jack grunted between thrusts.

"Oh oh oh ...Jack!" Marion gasped. Bent over as she was, Jack's head was rubbing against parts not normally stimulated. "You're making me come!" Marion's hips shuddered with her orgasm. The contractions in her vagina, squeezing on his shaft, brought Jack to his climax as well. He gripped her tightly, shoving himself in as far as he could, pumping his fiery seed deep inside her.

When Jack released his grip, Marion rolled to one side, leaning up against the couch, breathing heavily. Jack collapsed back onto the floor spent. The three of them looked at each other, their wet, sticky genitals exposed to each other's view. Marion ran her fingers through the semen dripping from her face and breasts and onto the floor. More semen dripped out of her hairy bush. She smiled and licked her fingers.

"You boys have made a real mess of me. Jack, be a dear and get me a warm wash cloth, would you?"