When I woke next morning Vikki was still asleep. She was on her back so I pulled the duvet down a bit and watched her for a while. She was like a little pink barrel - flabby little tits more like manboobs than anything else, lil fat tummy, no discernable waist, only her shaved slit giving the game away. She woke as I gently fingered her. "Mmmmm...." "You didn't kick me out then" "Fuck no, I was enjoying it" "What do we do now ? You know, us ?" Her face hardened instantly - "There is no us" she snapped back "this was just a fuck". "Thank fuck for that" I said. She looked at me for a minute, then giggled. "You can be my bitch" she said. "Does that mean I get to fuck you but not have to deal with all the other crap ?" "Yes." "Sweet, Can I fuck you now ?" "Yes." She opened her legs. "Cool". I rolled between her chunky thighs and stuffed my cock straight up. She winced. "Sorry" "Don't be, I like it rough" "Oooh ! How rough ?" "No bruising, and no shitting on me" "Think I can cope with that". We fucked all day, mostly on the bed but pretty much all over the flat too. She let me tie her up with her dressing gown cord and I left her tied to the bed, curtains open while I made lunch - beans on toast. When I got back she was giggling "I think the guy opposite has just splaffed all over his hand" she laughed. Hoping he was still watching I pulled my shorts down and face-fucked her, leaving my little remaining spunk running down her neck. I started to untie her but she said no, and told me to tip the now lukewarm beans on to her chest. It remains the only time I have ever eaten baked beans off a girls tits. Once I'd finished I untied her, she made me lie down and sat on my face while she ate hers. We cleaned up and talked. I shocked her by telling her about my swinging and old lady-fucking adventures (see 'First-time Foursome'), and she gave me a run down of everyone she'd fucked. It was a long and cock-stiffening list - apart from her numerous randoms collected in town centre bars she'd fucked two of our ex-teachers (one while she was still at school), the landlord of our local (in the cellar during opening hours while Keith and I were at the bar) one of her dad's mates and a couple of her mate's dads. The conversation turned to her best friend, Josie. Where Vikki was a gregarious, loud, little pink barrel with bobbed hair, Josie was exactly the opposite. Painfully shy, tall, blonde, beautiful hair which reached her bum by the age of 12 and stayed there, tits to die for and a figure which had half our school, staff and pupils, crying or wanking themselves to sleep every night. She was in fact Barbie with a Leeds accent. I had fancied Josie since forever, but we'd never managed to get it on - whenever one of us was single the other was seeing someone and I doubt that playing away had crossed her mind. She and Vik were usually inseparable but Vik had been avoiding her during her recent spiral into sluttiness. "She makes me wet whenever I see her body" said Vik. "Oh yes, do tell !" I replied. "No, nothing like that, just showers at school, trying on clothes, getting changed to go out, that sort of thing." "Aw. I was hoping you were going to tell me she was some sort of closet bi nympho" I laughed. "I wish" said Vik. "I've never fancied girls but I could lick her clit til my tongue went numb. I'd even share her with her fella" My cock was stiff at the thought, and an exploratory finger revealed Vik was wet again. "Tell you what, I'll make a pact with you. If you ever get her into bed phone me and I'll come and do you both." "You're on" she said "don't go away". She rummaged around in a drawer and produced a packet of photos, holiday snaps from a couple of years before. With a photo of Josie on a Spanish sun lounger propped on the pillow where we could both see it, Hollywood smile glinting from under her sunglasses, black bikini showing off her amazing body, I mounted Vikki from behind and we fucked to exhaustion.