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When you best friend breaks up with his girlfriend, the best thing you can do is to calm her down, the only way to do it is to fuck her and make her forget the past…

She was my friend’s girlfriend, but they broke up a couple of weeks ago. Honestly speaking, Mariah wasn’t my type. She was always very cheerful, she was always smiling, she was brisk, and ready for all kinds of adventure – it was a bit irritating, actually. Mariah had a nice face, long beautiful red hair, and gorgeous boobs. I guess the latter was the most attractive par of hers, for men, at least. It was always difficult to talk to her looking into her eyes, as she clearly realized what great advantages she had and tried to show them off whenever it was possible. So, she loved to wear deep cleavages and too tiny bikinis (of course, some people might have liked it, why not, but NOT when you were talking to her!)

There was a beach in out town. Some part of it was used as a beach, and the other part was always empty. Sometimes one could see fishermen there, but they usually came early in the morning, so it was empty most part of the day. We decided to meet there and take a walk. There were supposed to be four or five of us: Mariah, me, and a couple of our mutual friends. I wasn’t very excited about the thing. The weather changed for the worst just before our meeting. It became cloudy, warm breeze was the precursor of the upcoming rain. Our friends called and said they wouldn’t come cuz of the rain. They also asked me to go to Mariah and tell her the walk had to be put off. They claimed it was me who had to do it as we were neighbors. Besides, she didn’t know their addresses, and, if anything, she would come to me, anyway. I had to agree with the last argument. I lived with my parents and didn’t want them to meet her, actually.

I called her. Her mom said she’d already gone. Her mom’s voice was something like: “Don’t you know that?” Dammit. I told her everything was fine for her not to worry about her “precious pearl”.

It was rather strange for a girl, but Mariah came in time. When I was at the place I told her about the situation and offered to give her a lift home. She was looking upset. I felt sorry for her. I noticed she was especially well dressed for the meeting, she was wearing a long tight skirt of navy-blue color and a knitted jacket (it was rather cool). Her make-up was also great. I don’t know why but I agreed to walk with her along the beach, and then take her home.

We were walking, talking about all different things. Well, it was Mariah who was taking, really. I clearly realized I couldn’t see her. I didn’t like her always-in-high-spirits mood, it was very annoying. Moreover, I didn’t wanna lose my friend (her ex-boyfriend), of course it wasn’t necessarily to happen, but it was probable. But at the same time, Mariah was really turning me on. I was crazy about her big knockers, about her body. I desperately wanted to pounce on her and get it on with her right there.

I would be still doubtful and hesitating, but she asked me something and looked into my eyes. I looked back at her. Her eyes were pleading me to fuck her. I figured out it was up to me to decide. I couldn’t help but to look at her breasts. Mariah smiled approvingly.

I answered her question. We were still walking along the beach, though it was high time we went back home. She seemed not to notice it either, she was still chattering about something. We were walking farther away from the road, it was empty around. So, nobody could hear her cry in ecstasy! It was clear she got what was going on and why we were walking along the trail between trees and bushes, and not along the highway. She seemed to be calm. She was holding my hand.

I looked around hoping to see a passer by who wouldn’t let me make a mistake. There was nobody around. I could no longer wait. I turned Mariah round and pressed her against the tree, kissing. She opened her mouth, unwillingly. I felt her hands on my shoulders. I didn’t get whether she was pushing me away or hugging me. I didn’t care. I couldn’t wait. I wanted to get what I wanted, or… there could be no other way!

Mariah was caressing my back, trying to raise the shirt. Oh, if she could only know how long I’d been dreaming about it! I was feeling up her tits, but it was difficult to do it through her jacket. Some of the buttons fell on the grass. I unbuttoned the rest. She was wearing a beautiful snow white bra, but I wasn’t going to waste my time admiring its beauty! Mariah helped me unfasten it. Wow, what marvelous boobs! I was kissing one of the, fondling the other at the same time. Mariah tossed her head back, giving me time to enjoy her body. I was playing with her nipples, kissing and licking them. I was sucking her breasts, biting them gently. Mariah was breathing heavily, it was obvious she was getting more and more aroused.

My dick was rocky hard. I raised her skirt (she helped me with it!). It was all wet in her panties, I couldn’t even imagine she was SO hot! She was leaking. I entered her pussy with two fingers, making her sigh and arch her back, pressing her pubis closer to me. Several movements were enough for her to cry out, squeezing my fingers in her vagina. Several more thrusts and she came.

I didn’t let her enjoy the break. I took her leg under the knee, pulled off my pants and entered her hot snatch with my cock. She sighed and pressed even tighter. My every thrust made her moan, she was crying, biting her lip. I closed her mouth with mine, getting my tongue inside to play with hers. I never stopped ramming into her cave. It was a bit uncomfortable to hold her. Meanwhile, it was her third or something orgasm. It didn’t let me cum too. Besides, I was getting tired. Then I let her leg go, and pushed on her shoulder for her to get on her knees. She did that obediently. She sucked into my almost-cumming dick. She was sucking it well, while squeezing my balls, and jerking it with her hand too. She didn’t need my help. I put my hand on her head, pushing slightly when I wanted her to suck deeper.

Mariah was moaning sweetly, playing with the dickhead. She was eager to help me cum. And I did… When the dickhead touched her throat I spurted the cum inside her mouth. I pushed her closer, she was ready to swallow everything up to the last drop. Gobs of cum were streaming out of my pecker, I never stopped thrusting into her mouth, she was swallowing my semen. Her mouth was full of it. She didn’t forget to caress my balls and jerk the prick. She was such a great sucker that soon my phallus was hard again.

I turned her to face the tree. I raised her skirt up. I didn’t need to turn her on – sucking was enough for her to get wet again. Now she was standing, arching her back. She put her foot on a small stump. Her vagina was gushing, I heard specific sounds while drilling her cunt. I bent down and took her tits in my hands, I was doing her like she was a real broad. In a while she turned her head at me and asked:

-Fuck my butt.

I’m not a big butt freak, but I couldn’t say no. I placed the head against the asshole and pressed. Mariah cried out, moving onto my knob. Two or three thrusts and my penis could easily get in and out of her anus. I saw her toying with her clit meantime.

When she came another time, I threw my jacket on the grass and told her to lie down. She did, spreading her legs wide, directing my shaft into her cave. I began screwing her this way, kissing her boobs, watching her face. After her cumming I took my dick and started rubbing it between her knockers. She was holding my stem tight between her breasts. It was real bliss! Mariah was kissing and sucking the dickhead whenever it appeared between her tits in front of her face. I didn’t last longer either. I erupted streams of sperm on her face. The semen was flowing down her chin. She opened her mouth and managed to catch some drops. I began fucking her mouth again, ejaculating.

When we were saying good bye to each other not far from her house, she said quietly:

-You can always call me. I’ll be glad to talk to you, - she smiled.

I’ve never seen her since that day, though I still keep her phone number in my notebook.

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