by Matthew Lee
Tarnished Vows
By Matthew Lee
Sara Jackson blinked her eyes against the smoke. The only light came from an aquarium on the far wall and a glance around the dark room showed her three bongs in use, as well as countless cigarettes and blunts. Sweet and cloying clouds of smoke hovered and if not for Tina guiding her, Sara would be lost inside this huge house. Tina held her hand and wove a path through the bodies sitting, lying, leaning, or just plain passed-out.
Sara held her short skirt down as she gingerly stepped over yet another pair of legs. Tina did not care that she flashed people with every step and for the millionth time, Sara marveled at her best friend's self-confidence and self-assurance. Dozens of male eyes watched them cross the room and while Sara felt uneasy, Tina ate it up.
“How much longer will we be here?” Sara asked, flipping her waist-length dark brown hair off her face. “I should call Mike and let him know what time I'll be home.”
Tina rolled her eyes. “Your fucking husband can wait,” she chastised. “He never lets you do anything. Have some fun, Sara. You won't be young and hot forever.”
Sara said nothing. The smoke had her dizzy and the darkness forced her to concentrate on where she placed her feet. Bodies occasionally brushed against her breasts and butt, embarrassing her but sending electric tingles up her spine. She'd been breathing the cloud of weed for hours and felt the effects. Her pussy tingled and her nipples throbbed and the press of hot bodies only made everything worse. She was eager to get home to Mike.
A smiling guy, handsome and broad-shouldered, stepped out of the crowd and blocked Tina's path. He held a drink in each hand.
“Not now, asshole,” Tina barked. The guy looked hurt. Tina led Sara past him.
“Dang, Tina, that was mean.”
“Save it. That guy is an ass. I saw it in his eyes. What did you see?”
Sara looked back at him over her shoulder. “Tall and gorgeous?”
Tina stopped and faced her. Sara looked down.
“Sara, Baby, stop selling yourself short. You are the hottest girl in here and I'm including myself in the mix. That guy was cute but Honey, you are drop-dead gorgeous. You can do way better.” She lifted Sara's chin. “Besides, what are you even looking for? I thought you were happily married?”
“I am, but I can't help but notice.”
Tina smiled. “Come here.”
Both girls moved against the wall and surveyed the big room packed with people.
“Point out the hottest guy to me,” Tina instructed.
Nervous about what her friend might do, Sara did as she was told, indicating a tall skinny blonde guy playing pool.
“Wrong,” Tina corrected. “That guy.” She pointed across the room where a shirtless young black man danced with two white girls next to the jukebox. They laughed and flirted and touched each other and seemed to be having a great time. The girls took turns running their hands over the black guy's smooth and muscular chest. The man was lean and wiry strong with a six-pack that was actually a twelve-pack.
“But he's black.”
“So?”
Sara looked at him again. Tina was right; he was strikingly handsome. But Sara had never considered black men in that way.
“Are you racist?” Tina asked.
Sara's mouth dropped open. “No! No way! You know I'm not. I just don't look at black guys like that. I doubt they'd be interested in me.”
Tina plucked a joint away from a man standing nearby and kissed him on the mouth. As always, Sara was shocked by her extroverted best friend. Tina pulled hard on the marijuana cigarette, causing the red cherry tip to glow, and then held it to Sara's lips. On the spot, Sara sucked hard, feeling her lungs fill with hot fog. She knew to hold her breath and had no wish to appear naive. Both girls exhaled simultaneously. Tina kissed the man again and handed back the joint.
“Thanks,” she stated.
“No problem,” he mused.
“Sara,” Tina began, looking her friend in the eyes. “Here's how the world works; beautiful women get whatever they want, whenever and however they want it. But you have to take it. That's how I do it and it works. Your problem is you were homely until two years ago and you still think like a homely girl. I hate to admit it but you are hotter than me. Use it girl, it only lasts a few years. With that gorgeous face, perfect tits and perfect ass, you can rule the world.”
Sara looked at the ground.
Tina took Sara's hand and marched across the room, directly towards the handsome black man. Sara tugged on her wrist but Tina held her. As Tina arrived, she kissed him full on the lips and his two dance partners stepped back, clearly irritated. Tina let go of Sara's wrist and squeezed the man's penis through his baggy pants. The man looked surprised and then gave Tina a knowing grin.
“This girl,” he laughed. “Goddamn, this girl knows what she likes.”
Sara almost ran away.
“That feels big,” Tina declared.
“You think so?”
Tina wrapped her fingers around the shaft under his pants and showed off the huge lump to Sara. Her hands felt along, moving towards the head. The other girls called Tina a bitch but over the music no one heard them. They stormed off.
Sara could not take her eyes away from the hidden snake in Tina's hand. The sight of another man's bulge made her feel incredibly guilty but she was enthralled. She could not look away. Her eyes grew big. The sheer size made it intimidating, like it was dangerous, yet it was the size that hypnotized her and held her gaze. Gripped in Tina's hands like that it looked two or three times bigger than her husbands. Her stomach flipped and flopped and her mouth went dry. She felt her heart skip inside her chest. Again she felt like running.
Tina did something outrageous every time they went out together but usually it involved too much drink or taking off her top and dancing on the bar. This was the first man she'd confront Sara with and Sara had no idea what to do.
Tina said something into the man's ear and he glanced up at Sara and nodded. Tina spoke again and the man threw back his head and laughed. Tina turned abruptly and caught Sara staring at that long, fat, weapon and Sara quickly averted her eyes.
Great, she thought, now I'll have to listen to Tina teasing me the rest of the night.
Tina squeezed the dick in her hand and hefted the impressive weight. She said something and the man laughed again, then whispered something into Tina's ear. Tina introduced him to Sara as Jamul.
Sara and Jamul shook hands and Sara blushed.
The three of them made small-talk, standing very close and shouting over the music. Sara felt the heat coming off his fit body and when she thought she could get away with it, stole quick glances at his gorgeous face and cut body. The whole time they talked, she could not get the image of his huge lump out of her mind. He was beautiful, she admitted, but it was knowing he had a big dick that flustered her most. She felt guilty and ashamed. Her hands trembled. Eventually one of his friends called him away and he kissed each girl on the cheek before walking away.
“I need a drink,” Sara said.
“I bet,” Tina chuckled. “That mother-fucker was hot!
The girls worked through the crowd to an open bar and Tina poured two whiskeys.
“To hot guys!” she toasted, raising her glass.
Sara clinked the rim of her glass to Tina's but said nothing.
Tina leaned in. “So, like I was saying; hot girls can do whatever they want. I knew I could just grab that joint and he would let me. I knew I could grab that guy's dick and he would let me. Men are so much simpler than us. With rare exception I can take what I want. I know you love Mike but marriage wastes your gifts. It's all just sitting there waiting for you to pick it up, Sara. You could fly around the world, get int
o all the best clubs, drive any car you wanted, have any man you wanted.”
“I married Mike,” Sara retorted. “I got the man I wanted.”
“You got the first guy that asked you out back in high school when you were still ugly, way before you blossomed into the Goddess you are today. Mike's a nice guy but he's kind of boring.”
“I like boring,” Sara insisted.
“Bullshit. I've known you your whole life. You don't like boring; you just don't know anything else. You settled on boring. First your middle of the road parents and then middle of the road Mike. I saw the way you looked at Jamul, Sara. I'm your best friend. Sometimes I know you better than you know yourself.”
Sara looked down at her empty shot glass. There was no arguing that fact. She lifted her glass in front of Tina's face.
“Another?”
Tina nodded and poured.
Not everything Tina said was true but enough of it was to disturb Sara. The whiskey felt warm sliding down her throat and seemed to chase away her worry. Tina took a drink directly from the bottle and then gazed at Sara.
“Baby-girl, we either need to dance or leave. Something's got to happen here.”
Sara nodded. “Let's dance,” she said.
“First, send Mike a text so you feel better and he doesn't worry.”
Sara fished out her phone and tapped out a quick message. Her face relaxed.
They started off dancing with each other but that quickly drew a crowd of men and they soon found themselves encircled. Soon their heads spun from the thick sweet smoke and the constantly offered drinks. When a joint was offered out of the crowd, both hit it. An hour later, sweaty and excited from all the incidental touching and overt flirting, they left the dance floor to head out into the cool night air. They moved to the backyard and found a bench under a huge tree. Tina took a moment to steady herself before sitting.
“Holy shit I'm high,” Tina laughed.
“Me too, plus I'm sweaty,” Sara complained.
“That's because you wear too much clothing,” Tina advised. “You need to lose a few layers. This is Vegas, for Christ's sake. It's after one in the morning and it's still way over a hundred. Take off some of that shit and stuff it in your purse.”
Sara looked down at her outfit; black Bolero-cut sweater on top of a pink cotton shirt on top of a stretch white camisole on top of a black lace bra, black mini-skirt over sheer black hose over black lace panties. Tina was right.
“Here,” Tina offered, standing. “Come on, follow me.”
Tina led Sara in the high bushes along the back wall. “My purse is bigger. We'll use it.”
Sara stood frozen. “You want me to undress? In front of everyone?”
“Look around, Sara. It's dark back here, we're all alone, everyone is high, and nobody cares. You could run through the room naked and tomorrow nobody would remember.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Fuck that. You know exactly what I mean. Come on; sweater, hose, pink shirt...bra too, actually. You don't need it. Your tits are like rocks.”
Nervous and with eyes riveted to the house, Sara removed articles of clothing for Tina to hide in her purse.
“What about you, Tina?”
Tina laughed. She grabbed the bottom of her mini-skirt and flashed Sara a bald pussy. “Like I ever leave the house wearing underwear. Baby-girl, I have on a skirt and a top and that's it. I need to breathe. Bras and panties are for good girls and job interviews.”
Both girls laughed. Sara hesitated removing her bra but Tina growled at her. Impulsively, and perhaps emboldened by Tina's bare pussy and the drugs flowing through her veins, Sara also slipped her panties down her long tone legs. Both girls laughed again.
“Don't tell Mike,” Sara pleaded.
“Never.”
Back inside the girls danced with renewed energy. Sara felt the air swirling around her naked pussy and her breasts bouncing freely and excited tingling raced through her. No one could see a difference, but Sara sure felt it.
More smoke and drink were offered and consumed. As Sara's excitement rose, her dancing became more wild and free. The crowd noticed and soon a large group of men and a few women cheered both sexy girls. Sara felt sure she occasionally flashed the guys sitting on the couch but she felt reckless now and went with it. When Tina reached over and kissed Sara on the lips, Sara returned it. The crowd went crazy.
No harm, Sara thought. I've known Tina since the first grade. It's just a friendly kiss between best buddies.
Tina leaned in and Sara felt big firm tits squash her own. Tina's hard nipples poked Sara's. A tiny jolt of electricity zapped Sara's clitoris and she pulled away. Tina laughed, seeming to understand.
Before Sara could say anything, Tina turned and danced away into the press of hot bodies. Two guys, shirtless, took her place and Sara found herself passed back and forth between them as they moved closer, trapping her. The music shook the walls and many times a stray hand found her tit or ass. After a spin she came face to face with the tall blonde guy she'd noticed earlier and he smiled. She smiled back. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth and for a long heartbeat, Sara did not pull away. Once she did, she saw a very surprised Tina looking right at her.
“That's my Baby-girl!” Tina cried. The crowd yelled.
Tall blonde guy roughly pulled Sara close and kissed her again. His hand slipped down the small of her back and squeezed a firm butt cheek. Sara felt blood rush to her brain. When his tongue slipped between her lips, she met it with her own. In less than a second they were kissing passionately. When his other hand crept up and caressed her big tit, Sara moaned into his mouth.
I need to stop this!
She pressed her hot body against his bare chest. His hand dropped from her tit to slip up under her skirt. When his fingertips made contact with her wet slit, she gasped. He rubbed and a million volts blasted her body. She gripped his wrist but did not pull him away. When he pushed a long finger into her, she gasped.
“Fuck!” she cried. He rubbed around inside her.
Tina watched intently, ready to rescue her friend, but not just yet. Tall blonde pumped his finger in and out and Sara could not breathe. His touch felt so good. The weed combined with the alcohol combined with the intensely sexual evening she'd had so far left her craving release. That bulge had been so big! Tall blonde pulled her lips to his and finger-fucked her hard while they kissed. She felt another man approach from behind and a massive lump wedged between her ass cheeks.
“You are so fucking hot,” Jamul rasped. It was him!
She felt his huge cock sandwiched and squeezed her butt cheeks on him.
Few around them noticed in the swirling chaos but Jamul, Tall blonde, and Tina sure knew what was happening. Tina allowed Sara her fun and then pulled her away from the two men, barking at them to back off. Tina led a shell-shocked Sara back to the bar and poured her a drink and then moved them to a secluded corner. Tina knew any second now the guilt would hit. She saw a concerned Jamul checking on them and Tina got an idea. She waved him over.
She spoke into his ear. “Just follow my lead, okay?”
Jamul looked puzzled but said nothing.
Tina moved Sara and Jamul farther into the corner. She was hot and horny, more than she'd been in a long time, and she knew it was because of Sara. Watching her innocent and pure best friend lose control a little woke the devil in her.
She pulled Jamul closer to kiss him and then discreetly drew his zipper down and pulled out his black cock, holding him in the palm of her hand.
“Touch it,” she ordered Sara.
Confused, Sara looked at Tina. Sara was reeling. Everything seemed to happen in slow-motion. She gulped her drink, the reality of what she'd just done on the dance floor creeping up on her. She followed Tina's eyes down and saw Jamul's large cock and for a moment, nothing registered. Then it did.
“What? That's a penis! What the fuck, Tina?”
Embarrassed, Sara glanced around but the party mov
ed to its own rhythm.
“Touch it,” Tina ordered again. Jamul smiled.
“No!”
Tina took Sara's free hand and placed it on Jamul's softly pulsing cock. The skin was smooth and hot and to her it seemed to vibrate. Sara ordered her hand to let go but nothing happened. She watched her own rebellious fingers lightly stroke the dark skin, tracing a long thick vein with a fingertip. She seemed entranced, mesmerized by this massive and utterly foreign phallus. Here was only the second penis she'd ever seen and it was so different from Mike's. Perhaps she was influenced by the booze and the weed, but Sara studied the heavy black spear intently. Tina gave Jamul a look to keep him silent.
Sara pressed her palm on top and wrapped her delicate fingers around the circumference. She lifted the beast off Tina's hand.
“It's so heavy,” she murmured.
Jamul said nothing but his cock was stiffening fast. Veins rose all along it and the head flared. Sara bit her bottom lip.
“It's so big,” she said, murmuring again. This searing tube of beef pulsed and throbbed. It seemed separate from Jamul, like a living creature all its own; Jamul showing off his pet python. Tina was more aroused than she'd been in a long time. Sara's innocent nature always frustrated Tina and she'd gotten Sara to do very few wild things over the years, but never anything like this. She mentally kicked herself for not trying a big cock sooner.
With Sara by her side, Tina believed, they could own the Vegas nightlife. Tina had tried so many times but Sara almost always backed out of any plan. Fear and a guilty conscious always sent Sara running.
Now a dazed and apparently mesmerized Sara had a nice black cock in her hand and the corruption of innocence thrilled Tina immensely. She wondered how far she could push things.
I may never get a chance like this again, she thought.
Jamul swelled and a clear drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip and clung there. Heart hammering, Tina lifted the drop with a fingertip and touched it to Sara's lips. Sara seemed stunned. She tentatively licked her lips, the slippery film spreading across her tongue, the slight salty flavor spreading around inside her mouth.
Sara murmured a third time, “He tastes good,”
