"Aren't you worried, embarrassed?" She asked, concerned."No, I'm excited. I can't explain it but I'm completely fucking excited."I decided to see just how excited she was, and I reached into the bottom of her dress, rummaging for her panties. She gasped, eyes bolting wide. They were absolutely soaked."I think we should go up to his room." I said, smiling."...Okay." she whispered.We both stood in a sexual trance. I looked around in a fog of impending sexual doom. Mark saw us both and returned.I spoke, "I think we'll take you up on that offer Mark. A night cap up in your room."He smiled, excited. "Great."The elevator ride up to his room was probably the most sexually charged in human history. Mark stood behind Vanessa, snug to her rear. At one point he reached around and gently grasped her tummy, pulling her ass into his crotch. Her eyes once again darted wide, blushing. "I can't believe we're doing this." She spoke to the cab, to no one, to herself."You're gonna have fun tonig
The bedroom was dark, but moonlight provided some small visibility as Brent spasmed to completion. It was an awkward love making session, but still, it was technically husband and wife christening their new residence.Amanda looked up at Brent, pouting. "Not fair baby. I didn't get mine." She pleaded. Brent and Amanda's sex life hadn't been in the best place these last few months, Brent seeming preoccupied on most nights. Amanda was willing to give her husband a pass, however. After all, he was under a ton of stress coordinating the move, and keeping the business afloat in the process.Despite her willing understanding, nature wouldn't be denied. Amanda squirmed, her womanhood clearly inflamed and unsatisfied from her husband's effort. It was frustrating because, on the rare occasion that they did have sex, Brent would cum rather quickly. That issue was exasperated by the harsh fact that Amanda's husband wasn't very endowed to begin with. Brent was maybe five inches long, on a good da
Brent then kissed the top of her foot, looking up at her, "Let me get you some wine."Ten minutes later Amanda's legs were spread wide on the living room couch, and her husband's face buried in between them. Amanda was rummaging her fingers through Brent's hair as he kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue up and down her clit."Mmm." Amanda whined, "Just like that baby."Brent loved going down on his wife, as Amanda's pussy was picture perfect femininity. It was plump, welcoming, and delicious, with a small patch of trimmed pubic hair that tickled his nose on occasion. As Brent kissed up and down her sex, he looked up at his wife. She was sipping on the glass of wine that he offered, completely relaxed and enjoying the moment. Her hips were gently swaying back and forward on the couch cushion, as she moved in rhythm to his tongue.Amanda looked down at her husband as he pleasured her. She couldn't help but notice how attentive Brent had been since he arrived home, and she wondered if D
Darius smiled, intensely intrigued, "Interesting." It was in that exchange that he realized his opportunity to fuck Amanda had grown exponentially.He decided to use the moment to tease her again. "That reminds me. You never answered my question.""What question?" Amanda replied, not immediately realizing what he meant."Am I bigger than Brent?" He flashed a dangerous smile at her as the words escaped his mouth."You're bad." She smiled back, face flush and naughty butterflies returning to her tummy."I am, but that doesn't answer my question." Darius persisted.Amanda could only blush again, quickly replying before walking back into her apartment. "Yes."A month passed, and Amanda and Brent somehow found themselves in the midst of an improvement to their sex life. The revelation of the hung neighbor across the hall had served as a sexual heightening for the married couple. Over the last few weeks both of them became more willing to tease one another over something previously unimagin
"Yes." Amanda finally managed."God. Yes." She repeated, and then a beaming smile broke out on her face.She opened her eyes again, for the first time in what felt like hours. She looked up at Darius's handsome face, and noticed the intent look in his eyes. They were focused on pleasuring her. "Kiss me." She pleaded, adoring the sensations that this man was able to provide.Their lips met, tongues intertwining once again. Darius had just given her the best orgasm of her entire life.When Amanda fully recovered, they adjusted positions on his bed. Darius now wanting to take her from behind. "On your knees." He demanded, smiling. Amanda found herself becoming addicted to his dominance. 'Brent is never this assertive in bed.' She thought, wiggling her plump white rear in invitation. She then arched her head back, moaning, as she now felt Darius's big cock slowly penetrate her from behind. She gasped in pleasure, "My husband never fucks me from behind." Amanda realized, audibly."You need
Darius couldn't believe his luck. Part of him was worried he'd never see Amanda again, that the married couple would pick up and move after their dalliance from weeks previous. When she showed up at his front door earlier in the evening, all she said was, "I want you to come over and fuck me.""What about your husband?" Darius had to reply."He's out of town, and he's okay with it."He looked down at her large tits bouncing sexily across her frame, and then he leaned down to kiss her, their tongues twirling in a sort of lust that could not be feigned. Her married pussy clung to his thick black member, massaging it in such deeply perverse pleasure. Darius was thrilled that Brent was deciding to embrace his role as a cuckold, and he smiled as his ego soared at the reality of fucking this beautiful married woman."You like the way I fuck you don't you Sugar." Darius teased, finally on the verge of cumming himself.Amanda clawed even harder into his back as she felt another orgasm brewing
It's hard to describe how I felt, the first time I saw it.Granted, my inhibitions had already been lowered. My husband had been pushing me to behave naughtily, fueling my arousal with cocktails and, insanely, his own desire to take me right there in our pool. Still, regardless of the wild afternoon I had experienced, the sight of Bob's gigantic penis awakened something in me, something I had subconsciously spent most of my life repressing.My husband is partially to blame for my newfound sexual wildness, although I suppose maybe 'blame' isn't the right word. Perhaps 'credit', is more apt. Steve had always been proud of me, lovingly building my sexual confidence slowly over our years together. He loved to encourage me to dress provocatively, to show off my curves. Slowly my walls came down, and my sexual confidence grew. I will always love the man for his pride in me, for his twisted and delightful perversions. It's hard not to feel guilty sometimes, though. As his wife maybe I should
'This is what you get for opening Pandora's box.' I thought, as I texted him a brief video of me going down on our neighbor. I think a small part of me wanted for Steve to stop me, for him to snap out of his perverted trance and realize his wife was succumbing to another man, for the sight of Bob's huge cock to strike fear into the heart of him, and make my husband take back control of me. Incredibly, it did nothing of the sort, and only served to further push Steve off the edge, and towards his inevitable destiny as a cuckold. I'll never forget the sight of him when I finally returned home. Steve's pants were around his ankles, and his shirt was covered in his own cum, having just masturbated to that very video of me sucking Bob's big cock. I still blush when I think about it.Given the progression of my relationship with Bob, and my husbands misguided acceptance of it, it's no surprise that Bob and I soon found ourselves in bed together.My poor, loving husband, spent much of that d
"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