Off-Limits: My Best Friend's Man

My best friend, Yvonne Greene, has a very masculine boyfriend named Clyde Carroll. So much so that I can see his huge bulge through his trousers.

One night, when I am trying to relieve myself while fantasizing about him, Yvonne suddenly comes over with tears running down her cheeks.

"Michelle, please help my fiancé out. He seems to have undergone another growth spurt down there. I can't withstand his tormenting anymore."

Upon hearing that, I instantly get wet. Clyde is already huge to begin with. What kind of inhuman size has he grown into after getting even bigger?

I purposely dress myself in a very low-cut top and a micro skirt with crotchless tights before showing up at Clyde's place.

"I heard you're very robust. Let me take a look and see how big you are."

I, Michelle Sullivan, had always had a strong appetite for physical intimacy. I had gone through a few boyfriends, but they were weak and completely unable to provide the satisfaction I needed.

In contrast, my best friend, Yvonne Greene, despite her small and youthful appearance, had a very masculine boyfriend. Clyde Carroll was exceptionally well endowed; so much so that whenever they went out, one could see a huge bulge swinging in his trousers.

I was completely captivated and turned on by what I saw. I truly wanted to get on top of him to find out what it was like, but since he was Yvonne's boyfriend, I kept those desires strictly to my fantasies.

I was consumed by a burning, restless craving. I gave in and fantasized about Clyde's vitality and size that night and slipped my hand down my pants to satisfy the urge.

It was then that Yvonne suddenly showed up at my place, forcing me to pull my hand away quickly.

I had just been picturing Clyde spreading my legs, and then there she was. It was almost as if she could read my thoughts.

"Clyde is way too big! He made me swollen and sore down there!" Yvonne exclaimed, sobbing.

She then lifted her skirt to show me the area, which was indeed quite flushed. She was naturally petite, so she definitely wasn't able to endure someone of Clyde's proportions.

I kept listening as she vented her frustrations.

"Clyde demanded sex eight times a day. He used to lift me completely off the floor since I'm so small. He would do it everywhere—the kitchen, the toilet, the balcony—until I felt like I was going to die."

I felt a rush of adrenaline just from Yvonne's description. Clyde sounded so robust that I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have him lift me into the air during sex.

It was then that Yvonne suddenly fixed me with an unusual look and asked, "Is it possible for you to help my boyfriend out and let him release some of that pent-up energy, Michelle?"

I was instantly thrilled by her suggestion. I had been debating how to make a move on Clyde, and now the chance was being offered to me directly.

Upon noticing my prolonged silence, Yvonne assumed that I was reluctant. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to help. After all, it is difficult to involve an outsider in such things."

Having said that, Yvonne turned to leave, looking slightly upset.

I quickly reached out to stop her and said, "I'll definitely help you if you're in trouble, Yvonne—just tell me what you have in mind."

Upon hearing my agreement, her eyes brightened. "I just don't want Clyde to keep exhausting me. It's so painful every time he does it. I'm fine with you handling it however you see fit. I'm not going to make it difficult for you, Michelle."

I didn't bother acting reserved and agreed immediately after hearing her out.

Yvonne stayed at my place for several days. She was too afraid to go home because she didn't want to deal with Clyde's rough treatment.

I dressed in a low-cut outfit that revealed my curves during the weekend evening, which far surpassed Yvonne's. I had black silk stockings over my long legs, which looked very seductive. I was also wearing a dress that was short enough for my backside to be visible whenever the wind blew.

Upon seeing my provocative outfit, Yvonne tried to talk some sense into me out of concern. "You aren't afraid of riling Clyde up, Michelle? You can't blame me if he forces himself on you later."

I turned and smiled faintly. "You can rest assured that I know exactly what I'm doing, Yvonne."

I soon arrived at Clyde's house to find him doing glute bridges on the floor, bracing himself with his hands and straining to lift his pelvis upward.