Take a Slow Ride on Me

(Author's Note: This is my very first scene like this, in more ways than one. I wrote this while the power was out. Thank goodness for my AlphaSmart Dana word processor!)

Bill heard the bass of Ralph’s new stereo system the minute he turned off the car in front. He spied both the stationwagon and VW bug, so knew his best friend and his fiancee were home. The song was so loud, he wasn’t sure if they’d hear him, so he called out, and felt the door handle. Seeing it was unlocked, he pushed the door open, looking around.

“Ralph? Counselor?” he called out, but the song was too loud. Couldn’t hear nuclear ordnance in this racket, he thought, heading to the patio to see if they were barbecuing.

The song ended while he was outside, checking the grill, and he called again, “Ralph?”

When he returned to the living room, the next song started, a pounding, driving bass drum. Not another one, Maxwell thought. He'd heard this song before, from the 70s when he was on a case in Detroit, but as usual, it wasn't his style.

"Ralph? Counselor?" he called again, but the music was so loud it drowned him out.

A bass guitar kicked in over the drum, then the lead picked it up. Bill walked in front of the chest-high speakers Ralph had boasted about, woofers and sub-woofers vibrating so much he felt it in his bones and chest. And somewhere else: it was making him get stiff in his light blue jeans.

Oh brother, he thought, shaking his head. He had to pinch his ears closed with his fingers as he walked by.

He went back to the hallway leading to the bedrooms, and Ralph's door was ajar. Bill's heart raced as he wondered if he should push it open, to see if his friends were inside.

Well, if they are, I can always turn and walk away, none the wiser.

As the door opened, Bill's eyes were wide at the sight he saw: Pam, naked, squatting on her feet, her butt resting on her heels, with Ralph's cock in her mouth. His best friend was leaning on a pile of pillows against the headboard, head back, eyes closed, the look of rapture on his face mesmerizing, as Bill imagined it was HIM in that position, with Pam's mouth around him and... and....

He suddenly realized he was being a voyeur, and he'd have to summon the strength to turn away from these beautiful young people he knew so well, enjoying an intimate moment.

A slight breeze from the opened door touched Ralph, and he smiled as the coolness hit him, opening his eyes, only to discover his older best friend standing in the doorway, frozen in place, his gaze moving from Pam's round ass and hips, to her mouth, to Ralph's blue eyes.

Bill gasped when he realized Ralph had spotted him, and opened his mouth to spout profuse apologies, but Ralph shook his head, denying any offense.

Ralph loosened one hand he had gripping the sheets while Pam's mouth did her magic, and he motioned to Bill, waving him in. "Bill, come on. Join us. Pam and I want you to, we've..." a gasp interrupted him as Pam nodded her head, humming an acknowledgement, the vibrations going up the length of Ralph's cock.

"We-- We want you to, we've talked about this, now'd be a good time!"

"Hmmm mmm," Pam intoned again, in a sing-song voice, not wishing to break the suction nor the rhythm as she expertly tongued her fiancee.

"C'mon, baby, take a slow ride on me, c'mon BABY, take a slow ride! Ah, feels good, feels all right now, I like it....."

Now Bill understood why his young friends had such a raunchy, erotic song playing. He'd already started reacting to the song, and he hadn't known why... now he did. He was probably subconsciously picking up what was happening in the bedroom, little moans and sighs that permeated his consciousness through the driving beat of the blaring stereo.

He stood for a moment, Ralph holding his gaze, and finally shrugged, pulling off his vest, then gun holster. "Ah, what the hell," he mumbled, and Pam smiled around Ralph's erection, wiggling her ass in appreciation.

Bill found himself standing behind her, and couldn't keep from staring at the long, smoothe pale back, with brunette waves cascading over her shoulders, the hips that were just ACHING for him to grab them and pull her to him, over and over.

His eyes slid over the most perfectly round ass he'd ever seen in his life, the tissue flexed from her squatting in front of Ralph, the tiny pink hole practically winking at him in invitation.

Ralph watched Bill watch Pam, his partner's eyes slowly moving down her, stopping at her ass, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He knew what his older friend was after, first thing.

He said quietly, "Pam," to get her attention, and when she looked at him, he motioned behind her at Bill, letting her know what Bill wanted, NEEDED, to start their little party off.

Ralph lost himself again in what Pam was doing, knowing she could prolong it as long as she pleased, till her own need would call an end to it and she'd mount him to finish him off. This time, it was going to be different, and he couldn't wait to come down her throat, something she rarely let him do.

He opened his eyes after a moment, and Bill was there, naked, behind his own fiancee. Ralph couldn't wait to see Bill going at Pam, and his eyes went wide when he saw the long, thick cock of his partner. Oh, man, is Pam going to love THIS! he smiled, knowing SHE couldn't see what was about to hit her from behind.

It hadn't taken Maxwell long to get ready, not with that gorgeous ass in front of him, waiting to be filled with his cock. He reached down to Pam, touching her back with a long, languid slide of his fingertips, humming soothingly to her, the strokes giving her chills up her sides.

A moan of appreciation came from her, and Ralph reacted again, his head back. He wanted to WATCH, though, so he distanced himself somewhat from what she was doing, and saw Maxwell get down on his knees, positioning himself behind Pam.

She wriggled and shifted too, so the backs of her thighs were touching his, off then on, as she moved her mouth up and down Ralph. Bill put an arm around her waist, moving closer, his cock rubbing up and down the length of her, picking up her wetness and lubricating him for what he was about to do.

She reacted by pushing against him, her stiff clit hitting the mushroom-shaped head of his cock, and she moaned when she realized just how big her friend was down there.

"Oh, God," she uttered out loud, pulling away from Ralph momentarily, releasing his engorged cock with a smack of her pouty lips.

"Hmmm mmmm," Bill mumbled against her, his breath touching her ear, sending shivers up and down her neck. "Ready, darlin'?"

"God, yes, Bill," she said. He rubbed against her a couple of more times, his left arm still holding her, two long, slender fingers reaching into her, tweaking the hard little button. When he felt her shudder in anticipation, he knew she was prepped enough.

He pulled back, putting his moist fingers against that enticing pinkness, and he inserted them, probing, teasing, encouraging her to relax enough to permit him entry.

She gasped, arching back, her breasts protruding toward Ralph, who was lying perfectly still, stunned by what was happening in front of his very eyes: his best friend about to ass-fuck his fiancee, and he didn't even mind! In fact, he was about to get off just WATCHING it, knowing Pam was going to attack his cock once again, after they first got down to business.

Bill steadied Pam, one hand on her broad, thin shoulder while the other was working her over, preparing her for his girth.

He whispered, "You all right, hon?"

"Uh huh," she nodded vehemently, her eyes closed as she gloried in what her tall friend was doing. The long, slender digits felt like they were drilling into her very core, and she couldn't wait for him to continue.

She shook her hips against him, gasping as the motion drove his fingers in deeper. She alternately clenched and relaxed the muscles, showing him she was ready for him to slam into her.

"DO IT, Maxwell! FUCK me!" she gasped.

Bill rubbed his cock against her outer folds one more time to lubricate himself and her.

Without preamble, he pressed the fat tip of his cock against his fingers, pulled his hand back and grabbed both hips, his strength slamming Pam down against him, her thighs resting back on his as he buried himself in her.

As she fell back on him, encasing him, her muscles massaging that great length of cock, she screamed, "BILL!" and her hair flew to the side, revealing her long, perfecly white neck to him. He couldn't resist, and as he begn to move her up and down, thrusting to meet her, his hands lifting and dropping her, he lapped that beautiful neck.

Ralph, in the meantime, was so enthralled by what he was seeing, he automatically reached down, and began stroking himself back to hardness, knowing Pam was too distracted to get back to what she'd started, at least any time in the next few minutes.

Who wouldn't be, with that monster in there, stretching, straining in her, and Ralph knew the way she'd screamed that she'd climaxed instantly.

When Bill pile-drived into Pam, and she screamed as she climaxed, her muscles contracted, gripping him as waves and waves of pleasure overtook her. He almost lost it himself, but closed his eyes, concentrating, determined to drag this out as long as he humanly could.

As she relaxed into the motion he held her in, Bill became aware of the song once more. It had hit an instrumental bit, the tempo slowly increasing moment by moment. It was so subtle at first that Bill almost missed it, then he realized that the whole song, not just the lyrics, exuded sex.

The build-up in the song was like the build-up in sex, and he went with it, letting his body move, faster, faster, pushing deeper and deeper into Pam, the smoothe squeezing over his cock driving him insane.

Pam and Ralph knew this song, and knew how to time it perfectly to climax together as the song's finale hit its climax. Pam had returned to her earlier position between Ralph's legs, letting Bill grip her hips and move her.

She resisted slightly, to indicate to him that she was going to control the motion, like a conductor taking the baton. Being in the middle, she'd time it perfectly for the two men and herself.

Ralph knew that's what Pam had in mind, so he relaxed back, knowing her finale frenzy would overtake her soon. The long song was almost over.

Her mouth lapped up and down Ralph's cock, alternately sucking and nibbling as she knew he liked, saving the deep throating till seconds before the end. At the same time, she started fingering her clit, while Bill grasped her so snugly to him, her legs moving up and down to keep him in the proper beat, in, out, over and over.

Bill saw her hand reach down between her legs, knowing what she was doing, and the thought of her playing with herself almost did him in. As if reading his thoughts, Pam moved to indicate to him it wouldn't be much longer.

The squealing, howling guitars were a sharp contrast to the deep bass guitar and drum that the three felt more as a throb than sound, and Pam's hand worked furiously on her clit, her ass being pumped violently by Maxwell in time to her strong legs moving her up and down, her mouth attacking Ralph's cock like a fury.

She tweaked herself just so, knowing it was the final stroke to send her over the edge, and when that orgasm hit her, and her muscles contracted against Bill, he howled as he found his own release, slamming her against him, thrusting over and over as he emptied himself into the pulsating waves embracing him like an iron fist.

Ralph, when he knew Pam was close, leaned forward, twining his fingers in her long, silky hair, forcing her down on him again and again, and when she came, she reached behind Ralph, grabbing his ass to her for balance, letting him push down her throat as he came and came, his howling matching Bill's.

The song ended abruptly, and the house was silent, save for the three friends panting for breath. Pam collapsed against Ralph's muscular thighs, and Bill managed to pull himself away long enough to fold his legs under himself, his arms and head falling to the side of the bed.

Nobody spoke or moved for a second, then the next song started... "Afternoon Delight."

The three looked up at one another, and busted up laughing in joy, knowing how apropos that song was to follow the previous, and hoping they could all share many more afternoons as delightful as this one was turning out to be.