(Annabel POV)My thighs opened and I reached my arms out to him; he pounced on me without hesitation. I squealed with delight as I felt his warm body pressed up against me. His lips bit into mine and the smell of his cologne made me moan."Annabel..." he whispered my name as he kissed my neck and it made me immediately tighten my legs around him. His lips pressed into my collar and down to the soft skin of my breasts, finding their way to my nipples. With both hands he squeezed my breasts together, kissing each in turn and sending shockwaves through me."I missed you," I told him. His eyes tore away from my tits and he looked at me with a broad smile."Me too. Damnit!"He buried his face in my breasts again, and I laughed. "What are you in the mood for?" he asked when he came up for air.That was the question, wasn't it? I didn't have an answer for what I wanted; I just wanted.He crawled up my body until his nose was almost touching mine. He looked me in the eyes and deepened his voi
He is lying in her arm, she touches his face, her gentle voice is sending shivers down his spine, just like all the times. She is playing with his nipples again, they are already hurting a bit. She is talking to him with her calm voice. He had to masturbate in front of her and had to stop just before cumming. Cumming was strictly forbidden. Just using his full strength he was able to do so. She knew more about his body than he did himself. When there were only two or three moves left until his explosion he heard her gentle order: "Stop!"Almost he had been screaming as loud as hell, aghast, that one more time he was not allowed to ejaculate. He wants to taste her, but her game with him is not over yet. He knows she wants it all from him. If she would allow him to cum after almost endless pain he would see flashlights in his mind.But he is addicted to this game she made the rules for. The sudden end of her caresses causes this beating in his loins, the top of his cock is screaming for
(Kol's POV)What would you say if your wife would tell you without warning she would like to see you fucking another woman? Well, I was totally shocked! Could it be? My lovely wife asks me to cheat on her? What sounds like a dream for some guys had to have a reason, right?I got suspicious. Should she have a lover by herself? As long as we were together I never did cheat on her, not before and not after the wedding. Not even in my darkest dreams I would have considered to cheat on her. I was happy - also with our sex life.After I cooled down my mind I told her very clearly what my opinion was about her suggestion. But with her precious smile she got me that far, that I would think about it - just theoretically. But at least unconsciously these sinful thoughts were working since that day.And every time I was thinking about my wife's suggestion the more I had to realize how excited I got with this imagination.I came to the point when i was imagining how it could be for a man at my ag
Back home my wife was waiting desperately for my return. She couldn´t wait to hear about my experience. I told her everything and it really made her horny. After I finished she asked immediately: "Would you do it again?""Anytime!" I smiled at her. "And I want that we choose the next one together! Come on, make a suggestion!"I could really see how her thoughts were running through her head.Suddenly the other day it came ot of her mouth:"We should go out again after the long time we didn´t do that. Tonight. Give me half an hour to get dressed. And I already know where to go!"My wife took my to the local dance club. With some money in my pocket and a good deal of booze we managed to take Beatrice home with us. She was a teen bitch who just had turned 18. It didn´t take long and she was lying totally stoned on the couch in our living room. That made it easy for my wife to undress our unconscious victim completely and turn me on watching her.Obviously my beloved wife wanted to use my
In her modern-style office Jennifer was standing at her desk. The young woman was still working at a document for a new order and wanted to finish this before heading home in about two hours. It was a Friday afternoon and all colleagues had already left for the weekend.Her tight little ass stuck into a short black skirt. Normally she is always wearing short clothes, it was summer and very hot outside. Jennifer can afford to wear tight dresses. Her young body was nothing you better hide. Started at her feet with white painted nails in a pair of high-heels, her long and shaved legs, her well formed hips and this simply great ass, her big breasts with nipples you could see even through her bra under the tight white top up to her pretty face: Her brown eyes, her little nose and her sweet lips suited perfect with her long dark hair.She was totally concentrated at her work and did not hear the door to her office being opened.Slowly a person was sneaking up to her from behind enjoying thi
After her work was done Jennifer took the tram home to her boy-friend. She couldn´t find an explanation for the sound she had heard. Jenny was tired after a long working day. It would take her at least 45 minutes to get home. She and her darling had a small flat right at the other side of town. After a few minutes she fell asleep in her seat. She was the only passenger. Of course her thoughts were circling around her surprising office visitor and what he had done to her. She still could not understand how she could have liked this dominant way of a stranger.Suddenly she woke up as she felt a hand at her top. Jennifer was staring with her eyes wide opened into the face of a black guy, maybe 20 years old, who tore her top apart from the collar to the belly with a wide grin. Was there a reason she did not wear a bra today? Anyway, her gorgeous tits were there right in front of him.Like paralyzed Jennifer was staring at these rough hands that were covering her breasts, grabbing them moa
A warm summer night, the calm sea, the sandy beach, the peacefulness of long past midnight; Tiffany sat alone, staring at the full moon, its pale green light illuminating the ocean. All she could think of was the incident from earlier, the fight, the...what was the reason?She could not recall; something meaningless, she was sure of it. Besides, there had never been a real reason for friendly confrontations; and yet, she could not swallow the insults that ensued, the harsh words exchanged. As she stared at the moon sitting peacefully on the sky, she felt calm and relaxed, able to breathe, to think, to...The bushes behind her rattled; terrified, she turned about and met the two staggering about young men guffawing at nothing in particular, each holding a half-empty bottle of white wine."Fuck, man," one said in a stentorian voice, "did you see that bitch? How she shook her ass? She wasn't even wearing underwear, man!""Oh, will you quit, already?" The other protested, yet laughing thu
I was staring at her now, watching as she peeled down her shorts, slowly exposing her gorgeous ass. Her naughty bits were concealed by a conservative bikini. Her shirt was already in the pile of clothes at her side, and her big tits were being held snugly by her elastic top. I was lounging at her side in my patio chair, sipping on a margarita by our pool.My wife, Anna, is a beautiful specimen of a woman. She has dark flowing hair, grayish-green eyes, and a soft feminine face. Her body is curvy, like a classic pin-up girl from the 50's. She has large natural breasts, a trim tummy, and a plump ass that I lust over daily. The sight of her gorgeous tits and ass bouncing around our home never fails to excite me.Despite the fact that she is brimming with physical sexuality, my wife is rather shy by nature. Anna's reserved disposition is a product of her development. She didn't really come into her own, physically, until college. She has told me many stories about her ugly duckling years,
"I couldn't do it," she whimpered in abject misery. "I couldn't do it. I'm so sorry I couldn't do it.""Shhh," I shushed her soothingly. "I know you tried your best."Bleary eyed, she turned to look up at me. "If I did, would it change the way you feel about me?"I gave her a reassuring smile and began to say the same thing I'd said to her last night. "I told you: I won't love you any le-"I stopped as I was suddenly seized with the sense that I was about to make a huge mistake. I remembered what Sam had said to me the last time I'd said those words, complaining that I wasn't listening.But I was listening now, and I realized that last night I'd gotten everything backwards. So instead, I tilted her face to look up at me and stated evenly, "Deep-throating me isn't going to make me love you more. I don't need you to do something like that... or even have sex with me... to try and make me think of you as 'my favorite'. You can't buy my love with a blowjob. I care a great deal about you a
I arched an eyebrow. "Never really thought of myself as 'gorgeous'.""Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips. "It's in your eyes, really. The intensity of your stare when you look at us with such... heat."I started to look at her with heat in my eyes, thinking about all the things I'd done to her last night... Thinking of all the things I could be doing to her right now. But I took a deep breath and forced myself to once again be patient, to think rationally instead of hormonally."But what changed?" I asked. "You've been attracted to me for a long time, you say. What was different about last night?"Sam sighed and stared back into her lap. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Maybe I should just go home.""Sam...""This wasn't a good idea.""You can't dodge this forever. And you don't have an excuse that you need to beat your pa
I nodded, and she nodded, and a long silence fell over both of us. We smiled at each other, unsure of what to say. And after the silence started to become a little awkward, only then did we seem to remember our nudity."I did NOT expect to have this conversation today," I finally said, a little embarrassed."Me neither. But..." She popped her eyebrows and gave me a hopeful smile. "I know this hasn't been the most 'uber sexy' conversation, but would it be too weird for me to say I'd still like to take another shot at this sex thing?"I raised my eyebrows. "You sure?""I don't want to go to bed tonight still a... Well I guess I'm not technically a virgin anymore, but I still don't feel like I've earned my woman card."I smiled but held up a finger. "You're letting me go down on you this time, no arguments.""Not arguing.""Maybe I shoulda bought some lube." I suddenly grimaced and rubbed my temple as if I could physically scrub away the thought that had just popped into my mind."What?"
Belle snorted and gave me a look of disbelief. "You really think I wanted all that? I love you, Matty, and I always will. But I never wanted a fancy romantic date. The six of us girls may be eagerly climbing all over your body exploring everything physical pleasure has to offer, but none of us is going to date you. The BTC will survive you fucking the shit out of Sam. The BTC will survive you having sex with me. It will NOT survive you becoming someone's actual boyfriend. I told you before: I'm not breaking up the BTC for us.""Then...?"Belle pulled my hands out of her shirt and sweatpants, twisted around in my embrace, and got to her knees. She leaned forward to kiss me gently before sitting back on her heels. And then she reached down to grab the hem of her t-shirt and swiftly whipped it over her head. Her bra had been dislodged, exposing her right boob, but she unclasped it and tossed it to join the shirt. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants and sta
"Yeah, I'll bet she was soooo torn up about it," Belle scoffed. "You know she DID say that one time it wouldn't be such a stretch for her to fuck you just so she could be your favorite.""I don't think that's what was going through her mind. I mean, I DID ask her why she did it, but she looked at the clock and said we had to hurry home.""Convenient."I sighed. "I thought so, too. She dodged the question. But at the same time, I genuinely believe that she doesn't know why she did it. It was an impulsive decision. Ten seconds earlier, she'd been bawling her eyes out over her inability to deep-throat me even though I told her it wasn't a big deal. Maybe having sex with me was her way of... making it up to me? Something like that."Belle looked at me skeptically. "She couldn't deep-throat you, so she figured she'd give you her pussy instead?""I know it sounds crazy, but it's the best explanation I've got."Belle pursed her lips and sighed, looking thoughtful. She started shaking her hea
"Language, please, Matthew," Mother interrupted.I sighed and tried again. "Why does everybody assume I have to be having sex with the girls to be friends with them? I'm NOT.""Well, you're apparently fucking Sam."I popped my eyebrows at Mother's use of the f-word. It told me she was dead serious. Or she was messing with me. I couldn't actually tell. Pursing my lips, I said defensively, "That's different.""Are you in love with her?""With Sam? No." I shook my head. "We're friends.""'Friends' don't spend three out of four nights alone together, having sex or... or whatever you two were doing to each other before tonight."I buried my face in my hands. "I canNOT believe I'm having this conversation with my mother.""Is she going to become your girlfriend?""No.""Do you intend to keep having sex with her?""I don't know! We didn't plan on last night happening! It just... I mean..." My shoulders sagged. "Things got out of control, annnnd we didn't really have time to talk about it bec
Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home.""Don't deflect.""I promise we'll talk later, okay?""There's still plenty of time to-""Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corse
Without a word of warning or request, Sam elevated her body, notched my cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, and sank herself down.My jaw dropped.My eyes went WIDE.My hips jerked UP.Sam moaned, tilted her face to the right, and mashed her lips against mine.And then she MOVED.Wrapping both arms around my head, Sam yanked my face down into her prodigious cleavage as she started to fuck me. I felt my cheeks getting squished by her massive mammaries, a constant up-and-down motion as she rose and fell in my lap with rhythmic intensity.And my cock? Holy crap I can't even properly describe what was happening to my cock. Adjectives fail to properly define how it felt to be inside my very first pussy. Tight? Yes. Wet? Hell yes. AMAZEBALLS? Hell fucking yes. And yet so much more.'Sex is fucking amazing!!' I thought to myself.'Why the fuck did I ever wait this long?!?''I shoulda dropped the entire BTC in a fucking heartbeat and just slammed it into Holly when I had the chance!'Okay,
"Oh, my fucking GAWD..." I moaned rapturously, and Sam's smile lit up the room with both pride and delight at my reaction.Even though her makeup had been messed up a little, her hair was still sexy and I loved the way her dangling silver earrings framed her face. She wore a strapless, black lace corset top that lifted and separated her huge breasts so that they almost appeared spherical. I tugged her satiny dress past her hips and down to the floor, revealing a matching garter belt to go with her thigh-high lace stockings. She stepped out of the satiny material and waited for me to remove her skyscraper heels, since I had my hands on her left shoe. But with a bit of a smile, I pulled my hands away and left the heels alone. "Wouldn't want your bootcamp training to go to waste," I murmured with a smile.Still kneeling before her, I ran my hands up Sam's stockings and around to cup her juicy buttcheeks, using my grip to tug her crotch forward so I could inhale her sweet scent and take a