My friend Tommy is a male whore. He’s a good guy and great friend, but when it comes to the ladies he’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants. Back in high school he made a list of the sexual things he wanted to accomplish, and he kept a journal of all his conquests: the girls’ names, what they did for him, how far they let him go, and how they rated in his eyes. To a woman he might seem like a pig, but to us guys he was a god!
We shared a dorm room in college, and when I found out he was still keeping his journal I asked him if I could take a look at it. He told me to help myself.
I have to say it was very well organized, and very, very informative. I came across the names of a lot of girls I knew, and I was shocked at some of the things he’d written about them. I would never have guessed, for instance, that mousy Louise would have enjoyed sucking cock. It was just too hard to imagine; she was the class bookworm, and generally kept to herself. When I asked Tommy how in the hell he got Louise to speak to him, let alone suck his rod, he just grinned and said that it was the quiet ones who were most horny. He also added that she was the best cocksucker he’d ever known. I was dumbfounded, and I wondered if he was right.
As I read more of his entries I came across one in which the girl didn’t have an actual name. Tommy simply called her “Butterface.” When I asked him about this, he seemed evasive, saying only that she was just some girl he’d hooked up with who wouldn’t give him her name, so he’d made up a nickname for her. I asked why he’d called her Butterface, and he said it was just something that came into his head, so he went with it. I still felt there was something he wasn’t telling me, but I dropped it for the moment.
About four months after I first read the journal I saw it on Tommy’s bed and decided to catch up on the new entries. As I perused it I kept seeing entries for “Butterface.” She was the one constant throughout the journal. My interest was piqued, since Tommy rarely did the same girl more than twice, and I decided to ask him about her again.
I waited until I had scored some good pot and some beer, and we had settled in, as we often did, for a night of drinking and smoking. We were getting pretty lit and feeling really good when I asked Tommy how things were going with his sex life. He laughed and said things were going quite well, and that he was currently working his way through his chemistry class. After some hot stories about his latest escapades, I asked him again about Butterface—whether he’d seen her again, and what was going on with her. Tommy looked at me, then looked away. He admitted that he’d been with her a couple more times, then tried to change the subject. But I wasn’t having it. Something was up with this girl, and I was determined to find out what.
After much prodding— and some begging—I asked him point blank why he was so secretive about this girl, and what was so special about her. Finally Tommy sighed and said that he would tell me, but that it could never leave the room, and had to remain a secret between us.
I swore I would never tell anybody, and I suddenly realized I had a massive boner! I guess it made me hot thinking about how awesome this was going to be, and I couldn’t wait to hear the details. This Butterface had to be some kind of sex freak, or why would Tommy be so secretive about her?
And indeed, as Tommy told me the story, it turned out that she had become an addiction for him. She was the only woman, he said, who could make him jump through hoops and keep him begging for more. He said he had never met a more insatiable woman, or a more desirable one. He said he would do anything and everything this girl wanted, just to be with her again and again. It was, in fact, she who held the power in their relationship. This was why he didn’t feel comfortable telling me about her, fearing that I would think less of him.
As Tommy told me about this woman’s huge tits, small waist and perfect ass, my boner just got bigger and bigger. I finally had to unzip my pants just to adjust myself, and I found that I was hanging on his every word. He went on to describe how Butterface was demanding and specific in what she wanted from him. And he loved it! He even loved being submissive to her. Her needs were erotic and tantalizing, and he would sometimes have to do her three times just to get her off once. She frustrated him, and she made him hornier than he’d ever been with a woman.
By now my cock was in my hand, and I was slowly stroking it as Tommy went on with his story. At this point he also had a raging hard-on, and he too released it and began stroking himself as he talked about Butterface.
It was when I asked him, as I had before, about the name he had given her that Tommy hesitated again. And then he told me. It seemed there was only one thing that he had ever done with her, but it was the most intense sexual act he had ever experienced. Butterface’s one area of interest was hard-core, bed-banging ass fucking! The only thing she wanted from Tommy was his huge slab of meat reaming her back door over and over until she came again and again. He went on to describe how she would call him whenever she had the need and demand that he drop whatever it was he was doing to come over and bugger her. Which he did every time. She had even texted him while he was taking an exam, and he had slipped out to service her.
He would meet her wherever she happened to be. If she was at school, they often met in the pantry of the lunchroom. When he got there she would already be bent over a table or a crate of dishes, with her panties around her ankles and her ass cheeks spread, waiting for him. Tommy said it was all he could do not to bust a nut at the sight of her glorious juicy cheeks and her little brown asshole winking at him, waiting for the injection of his stiff meat.
My cock was throbbing painfully as I pictured this hot, sexy bitch bent over and waiting for a good ass fucking. I felt myself about to blow when Tommy told me how he’d walk up behind her, grab her ass cheeks and spread them still further, then bend down to lick her rim, getting her dripping wet before he stuck his hard, throbbing cock into her waiting hole. And the harder he fucked her the better she liked it.
Well, that did it! My cock shot out spurt after spurt of hot spunk all over my hand. Tommy continued to stroke his own dick as he went on. But the best part, he told me, was that when she had triggered his orgasm she would turn around, kneel down and stroke the come out of him all over her face! That, he said, was what really got her off—taking his jism all over her face. And the minute these words were out of his mouth, he gave a shout as spurt after spurt of come shot out of him like a cannon.
As he regained his breath Tommy went on to tell me that each and every time she did that, the intensity of his release was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and that was why he couldn’t stop doing her. And of course, that also explained why he had called her Butterface. And then I realized that he still hadn’t told me who she was. Was it someone I knew, or not? And then he told me. It was the dean’s wife! Holy shit! I had seen her around the campus, and looking at her, I would never have thought she’d be like that in the sack. She was demure and a kind of nondescript. I guess she was pretty, but not gorgeous. She might have had a nice figure, but she mostly kept it hidden under the unrevealing outfits she wore. Altogether she didn’t seem all that sexy to me. But I guess it’s like Tommy said: it’s the quiet ones who are the most horny!
—B. L., Billings, Montana