My girlfriend, Lesley, and I had always been friends with Pamela, and she became one of Lesley’s closest friends over time. Lesley and I used to have fun with other couples, and Pamela was aware of our playing around. We knew there was more to our friendliness than any of us would let on, but in all types of relationships like these, it is harder to pursue those sexual innuendoes in case the friendship is ruined.

This is how it was with Lesley and Pamela, despite my having a thing for Pamela. Her BBW stature didn’t put me off, but I wouldn’t have included her in my go-to types of sexual partners, and so our relationship remained platonic until the situation between Pamela and her boyfriend turned a little sour and had to be curtailed.

It was Lesley who caught Pamela’s advances first, though I didn’t know it at the time. I lived in my little world, leaving Lesley to seduce prospective couples for us to fuck with. I had just assumed that Pamela was out of bounds.

The first I knew of the new boundaries was a day before I was about to travel abroad on business. Lesley took the direct approach: “Do you mind if I visit Pam in London while you're away?” Of course, I didn’t mind, and I told her so. It was her special grin that made me think twice about the question.

“What do you mean by see?” I asked.

“You know, visit, stay the weekend, have drinks, a meal out. Meet her friends. You know, can I?”

“And…” I raised my eyebrow, waiting for her reply.

“Well, if anything happens, then it will only do so if you say it’s okay.”

That made me smile.

“You mean if I say no, then nothing happens.”

Lesley seemed to digress into sulk mode. I grabbed her, turned her to face me, and kissed her. “Of course you can, but only if it won’t spoil your relationship,” I said.

She suddenly became Tigger the Tiger, bouncing everywhere, “I knew you’d be ok with it,” she replied.

And I was. I only ever wanted her to be happy without any social restraints that society seems hell bent to place on everyone.

The last few days of the week seemed to drag. On Friday, I caught a plane to South Africa, and early on Saturday morning, Lesley caught the train to London. The time difference is very little, and by the time I had eaten my evening meal and found myself in the hotel room, Lesley would be coming to the end of her first evening with Pam.

I texted her. ‘Well, anything to report? Have you fucked her yet?’

I waited for the reply. I must have looked at my phone several times and was in the middle of composing another text when the reply came through.

‘Not yet, finishing off the meal.’

Finishing off the meal, I thought that was very non-committal. There wasn’t enough information.

‘Have you kissed her yet?’

Another long wait ensued. She was driving me mad, and Lesley was always quick with her replies and intentions.

‘I don’t want to frighten her. Taking it easy.’

I bit my lip. That was not Lesley at all; she was always up-front and sure of herself and the situation. My only thought was that she was leaving the advances to come from Pam. Not a bad plan.

‘Let me know what it was like, if you do. I hope you do.’ I responded. It was time for bed, and I left them to it, several thousand miles away. I wish I could have been a fly on their wall right then.

But the salacious thoughts wouldn’t go away. Scenarios played out in my head. I couldn’t sleep. I kept checking my phone, which had nothing to report. I imagined them pulling their clothes off, falling on the sofa or bed, legs prising apart, and tongues lapping. I imagined the moans and groans and the yes-that’s-it-don’t-stop-right-there-fuck-that’s-nice streams of verbal outpourings.

‘Can’t stop thinking about you. How’s it going?’ I text her. I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew I should be patient and let her text me. I wasn’t expecting a reply and tried my best to get some shut-eye.  I nearly jumped out of bed when the phone pinged. I grabbed it and sent it flying across the room. I practically ran after it and hurriedly looked at the message.

‘Pam’s in the loo, it was gorgeous, I’ll tell you more when I can. In the morning.’

That was her morning, of course. I’d be at work by then. I got a potted account of the shenanigans that evening; the full account of the weekend had to wait until I returned from the business trip. I had to wait a week to hear it in full, and I was right, I would have loved to have been a fly on that wall.

On my first evening back, Lesley confessed that she and Pamela had shared something special as she straddled me on the sofa, pulling her top down to expose her breasts. I knew she was desperate because she hadn’t had my cock for a whole week, and I knew the state she always got in when that happened.

Weeks seemed to pass, and there was no mention of her getting together with Pam again, which, from my point of view, was a shame. And then it happened. The question popped out of Lesley’s mouth. “Would you mind if Pam came to visit for the weekend?”

I smiled.

That Friday, I picked Pam up from the station. We drove home, making polite conversation. We had a pleasant meal that evening and settled down to watch TV. There was no mention of anything sexual taking place, and I didn’t push it. As far as I was concerned, this was a very social visit.

Until Pam left to visit the loo.

That’s when Lesley pushed me flat and straddled me on the sofa. I pulled her in and kissed her. There was nothing like a little bit of hanky-panky while Pamela was out of the room.

Suddenly, her breasts appeared in my face after she covertly pulled her top down to expose them. If I looked shocked, it was because I was.

“What are you doing?” I said.

“Suck on my nipples,” she said, palming her breasts and pushing them towards me. Lesley dipped her shoulder, closed her eyes, and sighed as my mouth enveloped her sensitive protuberances. I heard the stairs squeak, indicating Pamela’s return. I tried to push Lesley off me. I told her to get off, but she didn’t move.

Then the penny dropped.

Lesley shook her head and forced her breast back into my mouth. I was sucking on it when Pamela opened the door and rounded the corner, catching us red-handed.

“Ooo…” she squeaked.

I grabbed Lesley’s arse and pulled her tit further into my mouth. We weren’t caught at all, and I soon realised that I had been set up.

“Do you mind if I join you?” she asked.

Lesley looked up and smiled at Pamela as I sucked on her nipples. My cock was thrashing wildly in my trousers, knowing that we were being watched, and I started to enjoy it. Lesley finally pulled herself free and sat on the other side of the sofa. She motioned for me to move my legs to make room for Pamela to sit down between us.

It wasn’t long before Pamela and Lesley were kissing. I smiled and watched. There’s nothing hornier than two women making out in your presence. Nothing at all. While they kissed, I raised my hand to caress Pam’s breast. Lesley did the same.

Pleasure moans filled the room. My lips sought out Pamela’s bare skin, and I planted a few special kisses down her neckline and onto her shoulder. She shivered with the attention. Both of us slowly stripped Pam. Undoing her top, unclipping her bra, and removing both of them, we let her stand up so that her skirt could fall to the floor, and before she could sit back down, Lesley had quickly grasped her knickers and stripped them down her thighs.

She sat back on the sofa, completely naked, with me kissing one breast, and Lesley, the other. Both nipples had a mouth over them as we sucked them. They extended and grew larger than any I had previously seen. Lesley was left with the envious job of prising Pamela’s legs apart and slipping her finger along Pam’s slit. I was quite happy sucking on her tit and kissing her shoulder. 

When Lesley stood up, I filled the void by kissing Pam full on the lips and cupping her breast. I couldn't resist squeezing her nipple, which she didn’t seem to mind. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lesley strip off.

Lesley knelt on the floor and started kissing her way up Pamela’s thigh when I decided to remove my clothes. It was the fastest attempt at becoming naked that I had ever performed. It should have been an entry in the Guinness Book of Records. I allowed my pride and joy to stiffen and stand to attention before I sat back down and continued to kiss and suck on Pamela’s breasts as Lesley found her sweet spot with her tongue. She didn’t dwell there but continued kissing up her body, over her breasts, before sitting next to her and showering her with gentle caresses of her skin.

I didn’t expect Pam to ask, but she did.

“Can I – touch it?”

I looked at Pamela and smiled. I then looked in the direction she was staring. My dick was rock hard and looking rampant.

“That’s what it’s there for,” I said.

Tentatively, her hand reached across my body, and her fingers brushed my length before she grabbed my throbbing penis. In all honesty, I wasn’t expecting Lesley to relinquish the depths of Pamela’s pussy so quickly, and I was shocked as she let us get acquainted as she played the voyeur by sitting in the chair opposite us.

I was still sucking Pamela’s breast when she sighed as the heat of my cock warmed her hand. She was definitely savouring the touch. Each upward stroke was slow and deliberate. Sensitive and yet firm. I eventually pulled away from her tit so that she could have a better view.

“Can I suck it?” She said.

I couldn’t believe she asked once more. Again, I wondered whether the question was directed at Lesley for permission and not so much towards me. She was practically panting, dying to bend over and take it in her mouth. Her eyes were glued to her hand moving up and down my shaft.

I nodded; she must have caught the motion as her head dipped across my body. I let myself fall back on the sofa and watched as her hand pulled my cock tight to allow her lips to descend over it.

I took a moment to look across at Lesley. The smile on her face was unbelievable. She looked like a wanton voyeur. Licking her lips in the process of fingering her snatch. I can only imagine what was going through her mind as she watched her friend take my dick into her wet and warm mouth by swirling it around her tongue before making it disappear completely.  That action amazed me. Lesley’s finger dug into her juicy succulence as she leered at the sight of us making out.

Pamela sucked on my cock like it was manna from heaven. I know it had been a while since she split up from her boyfriend, but she was working my cock like a professional. My hand had drifted to her backside, and I was eager for my finger to seek out her wet spot. I was prevented from doing so when she moved off the sofa and onto the floor. Kneeling, she raised my cock upwards and devoured it.

I watched Lesley’s gaze fall onto Pamela’s upturned arse while circling her clit. If I had let Pamela continue, she would have had me blast the inside of her mouth. That wasn’t what I wanted, and from what I had been told by Lesley, something special was waiting for me within this woman’s psyche.

I could see that Lelsey was fighting her orgasm. I could tell she desperately wanted to slip off the chair onto the floor and slide her head between  Pamela’s thighs and lick her luscious pussy to high heaven. Instead, she rubbed her clit and climaxed. I would never have believed how quiet she was, her body twitching and convulsing as her orgasm consumed her and with no sound.

As far as Pamela was concerned, I had to raise her head off my cock, and once I did, I quickly rose from the sofa and stepped behind her. Pamela moved over the sofa as I looked over my shoulder for confirmation from Lesley. A kind of Can I, but knowing full well, that I could.

I sank my cock into Pamela in one stroke. Her wetness took my entire length, sucking it in. It was a struggle to get it back out. The groaning started, and then the expletives shortly afterwards. My steady strokes were edging both of us to climax.

Lesley appeared at my left side. Her hand on my bottom, pushing me into Pamela on every stroke. Like she was helping me out or just being part of the threesome. Her hand came upon my nipple to squeeze it, causing me to thrust a little harder and gasp out loud. Her finger eventually found my anus, but she never pushed it in, just rolled the tip of her finger around my opening.

I struggled to hear Pamela whimper, because her head was buried between two cushions, but I was sure I heard her tell me to pull her hair. I ignored it at first, and then she lifted her head and announced it much clearly.

“Pull my hair.”

I looked at Pamela’s hair and then looked at Lesley. She nodded, smiled at me, egging me on. I gathered up Pamlea’s hair that was flowing over her right shoulder. I took a firm hold of it in my fist, wrapping it around my right hand and pulled backwards.

“You like this, do you?” I grunted, keeping my cock buried deep in her cunt.

Lesley nodded at me as if she knew.

“Harder, pull it harder and fuck me.” Pamela moaned.

I couldn’t believe this woman had the hots for what I considered hard-core action, and I couldn’t believe she had told Lesley about it as well.

I wasn’t about to let her down, though. I did just that, I pulled on her hair, causing her back to arch off the sofa. Her head was high off the cushions. I pulled my cock out as far as I dared and fucked it back into her. Hard. Forceful. Determined. Each thrust saw me push harder and pull her hair just as hard backwards.

“You gorgeous little fuck,” I said.

Lelsey kept pushing my arse forward and feeling the power of my returns. She was loving the action, seeing her friend get fucked so hard, seeing the depraved sight before her. I started to wonder whether she had taken Pamela in the same way with a strap-on when they were alone. I concluded that she must have done.

That thought stayed with me as my orgasm started to build. Pamela thrashed below me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” left her mouth with every forward stroke up to the point she declared that she was cumming and then her body went stiff. The only sound in the room was the slapping of my groin on her buttocks.

I heard Lesley moan, and I knew she was following suit. I thrust in hard and was about to come when I realised my manners. The question came from nowhere.

“Can I come inside you?”

 “Fuck – yes!” She grunted, panting her way to her orgasm.

I pulled back hard on her hair, shoving my cock inside her, and with short, sharp strokes pumped my seed into her waiting body. My efforts pushed Pamela to an instantaneous orgasm.

I panted hard and slowly released her hair, though I admit I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep her head locked in that position with my cock firmly inside her, and I twitched a few times before releasing her fully.

“I’m going to bed,” announced Lesley as she stood to walk towards the stairs. “You two stay up for a while?”

It was a shame Lesley had decided to go to bed, because I wanted to see Pamela lick the fuck out of her pusssy and bring her off while I fucked her from behind again. Instead, I slumped on the sofa, Pamela slumped beside me, still breathing heavily. And yet, her hand was quick to cup my balls and pull on my cock.

We stayed like that for some time. She told me how much she liked it. How she craved being fucked like that. Our hands softly stroked each other until my dick started responding to her touch. The twitching and then growing were all the acknowledgement she needed.

“Looks like it's responding,” she said.

I nodded, she smiled, and sank her mouth over the tip to encourage it further. Sucking it up while she stroked my shaft. When it was hard and erect, she simply slid off the sofa and took up her favourite position, smiled at me, and waited for me to kneel behind her for more of the same. She gathered her hair up and handed it to me as I took up position.

Pamela was horny as fuck and knew how to instill that behaviour in others.

We eventually climbed the stairs at about two in the morning. It was a late night. A fuckathon to all intents and purposes.

It was certainly a night of ‘Can I.’