1 comments/ 13197 views/ 0 favorites Sorry Girl By: xxxGlitterxxx Karrie had broken Kent's heart. He had been her brothers friend from fifth grade through college. She had never considered him a romantic possibility until the night of her parents wedding anniversary party. They were both half drunk and hanging around outside while she had an "I only smoke when I drink" cigarette. Afterward she was caught completely off guard when Kent ran his hand along the side of her face to the back of her hair then pulled her lips against his. "Should we be doing this?" "Shhh...come on." Their lips matched perfectly, he aggressively but gently dragged his teeth between his lips and pressed against her. Kent had always been quiet and on this side of nerdy. Always quick to tell a slapsticky joke but blushing when you spoke directly to him. Karrie was smart and beautiful, she always had boyfriends. Somehow when Kent boldly took the initiative to begin the makeout session he changed before Karrie's eyes. The next time Kent was in town one thing lead to another and Karrie watched as her shy, silly friend turned into a sexual dynamo. He was a passionate lover, moaning and twisting her body. Making her cum over and over again before finally finishing. Karrie loved Kent...but not enough to risk losing him and tearing apart their years of friendship. Karrie had the relationship experience to know how these kinds of things always turned out. Kent lived 3 hours away- what was she supposed to do? She called off their romance on Halloween. During Christmas she brought home her new boyfriend. The look on Kent's face when he saw Karrie and her new boyfriend turned her to stone. When Karrie got engaged she naturally invited Kent to her wedding, after all he was a family friend and it would have been suspicious not to. Kent showed up with a beautiful date and Karrie was happy for him. Five years later Karrie ended up home without her husband and child for a mutual friends' funeral. Kent's parents house was on the market but they had since moved away. They sat together at the funeral, as she tried to deny the electricity she felt when Kent wrapped a comforting arm around her. "I'm going back to my parent's house, you wanna come over for a drink?" "Yeah sure, is Jenny going to be there? I haven't seen her since my wedding." "No she stayed home. But I would love to catch up on all of the little things you're doing that Facebook doesn't tell me the details of." On the drive to Kent's parents house Karrie's mind was racing with flashes of their one incredible night. Karrie reminded herself she was married and Kent's girlfriend was gorgeous, he probably never thought about her "that way." Much to her surprise, half way through their drinks, Kent said "I still can't listen to that Ellocrats second album, you know?" She almost choked. Surely he couldn't be bringing it up after half a decade of seeing each other at weddings and funerals and pretending like nothing had happened. "Oh? Why is that?" "Because I think about the night we listened to it until sunrise and the way the sun looked on your body. You couldn't have looked more perfect." "Perfectly like the horrible bitch who would hurt your feelings hours later." "Shut up." "I am sorry. I don't think I've never told you that." "No you aren't. And that's okay." "I am. I am so sorry. I think about it all the time." "I guess that's always going to be the interesting thing I can hold over your head forever, you broke my heart." "And I'm sorry." "I'll make you sorry." "Please." "Shut the fuck up." Karrie leaned in and intensely stared into Kent's eyes. "Make me. Make me shut up, make me so sorry..." By the end of the sentence he was on top of her. Their lips crashed into each other as he moaned into her mouth. He ran one hand roughly through the back of her hair and the other grabbed furiously at her perfect tits. "I've never stopped wanting you." She wrapped her legs around his back and purred breathlessly as their clothes furiously rubbed against each other as he pushed her further into the couch each time he moved. She quickly found the spot between his neck and ear and exploited it by running her tongue over it making him moan. "Baby I missed you so much." "Do you want me?" He answered by kissing her hard as he made quick work of pushing his pants down, reaching up her skirt and pulling her panties to the side. She was so wet the initial penetration made them both throb and groan into each other's open mouths. "I'm so sorry" she arched back and breathed into his ear. "How sorry?" He gave her a second to take a breath before slowly plowing into her until he felt himself bottom out against and her eyes fly open as she gasped. He pulled out a little then placed his hand firmly in the soft place right above her pubic bone then drove all the way back inside of her again feeling his huge cock pounding against his hand from the inside. "How sorry are you, baby?" "I...I'm..i'm so sorry!" "Shhh..." He fucked her faster and faster while she wrapped her arms and legs around him as tightly as they would go. "Are you going to cum for me?" "I...i..oh! Can I cum?" "Are you sorry?" "I'm sorry. I...I LOVE you!" At that moment Kent slammed into her one more time as she spasmed around him and came inside of her. They stared at each other as he pulled his fingers through her hair. "I love you. I've always loved you. It killed me to watch you marry someone else." Karrie's eyes welled up with tears. "I never meant to hurt you." "Did I make you sorry?" "I'm a sorry girl." Sorry, Girls, He's Taken Ever been fucked so well, so hard, for so long that you forget your own name? She had no idea when she flitted around the subject of sex with him during the day that that's exactly what she'd be in for that night. His doctor had prescribed some medication for a mild anxiety problem he was having, but warned of sexual side effects. The only real difference was that the effects he was having were totally opposite of those expected; his libido, always good, especially when he thought of licking her clit and fingering her hot pussy at the same time, watching her tits bounce, and her pretty mouth make an O while she came on his hand, was in overdrive. Although almost 40, he had never had a problem with ED, and didn't consider any of the 'male enhancement' medications remotely necessary. Neither did she. They had their vacation planned. It was about a month before their anniversary, but everything fell into place with work, life, the accommodations, and their friends, so they took it while they could. It would just be a pre-anniversary vacation, and they'd take a week off for the actual event later. Just another reason to fuck her on someone else's expensive sheets again instead of their own. They went by their friends for dinner and vacation planning, and on the way there, they discussed their day, work, and the last time they had had sex. The last time, he had gotten to fuck her in her tight, sweet ass after licking and fingering her, making her so hot and wet that she begged for his hard cock in her snug, puckered hole. Dinner was great; a light meal of salad, rosemary garlic roasted chicken, oven roasted new and sweet potatoes, and broccoli with butter, and angelfood cake for dessert. There was more than enough time for their food to digest while they socialized and planned. On the short drive home, he took the opportunity of having her alone to rub her legs, starting at her knees and working up to her crotch. He knew she liked it when he rubbed her through her pants, increasing the anticipation she felt of having his hands on her bare pussy. He reached up and tweaked her nipples. Her 36Cs were probably his favorite-favorite part of her. He had always loved her pink nipples and large areolas. Every opportunity he had to fondle her, whether when she was at the stove, cooking, or sitting in bed, moisturizing her legs after a hot shower was one he took. Although she hated being cold, he loved to see her in a tight, lowcut top in a cold room because he could watch those nipples harden up and poke through her shirt like bullets. He liked how there were low-slung and rounded underneath, with the nipples pointing sharply forward. He felt the envy of men who watched her with him, and smiled to himself. Let them stare, let them wonder how those tits felt, their heavy weight in his hands as she straddled him and rode him off into orgasmic sunset. Let them wonder about her ample, round ass, how it looked and felt when he was behind her, fucking her doggystyle. Let them never know the joy of the taste of her smooth, waxed skin, soft and hairless, front to back. How they'd hate him if they knew she'd suck his dick while he licked her asshole and then fuck her into oblivion. They all liked to stare at her, with her tiny waist, full lips and laughing blue eyes. They got to stare; he got so much more. When they arrived home, she jumped in the shower for a quick clean-up. She was fanatical about being clean, which was appreciated considering that his mouth had been everywhere on her body at least once. He jumped in after, just because she smelled so warm and damp when she came out and he knew it would feel good. When he came into the bedroom, she was already on the bed waiting for him. He asked what she wanted, already knowing that she wanted her pussy licked and smiled when she told him just that. He climbed over, settling himself between her legs, reaching up to flick her already hardened nipples. At the first touch of his tongue, she shivered and opened her legs wider, giving him full access to her waxed wonderland. He sucked her clit, feeling it swell in his mouth, then dipped into her tight hole. Her pussy was always tight. Years before, she had read about doing Kegels, which not only made her tighter, but seemed to make it that much easier to have multiple orgasms. Hey, whatever worked. Now, after having done them so long, she couldn't do them. Sometimes, her pussy was so tight that he needed lube just to get his cock in. Good thing he wasn't hung like a horse or he'd never get it in. He licked her clit and underneath to the really sensitive spot she had, buried two fingers in her pussy and pumped them in and out while he ran his tongue over her. When her first orgasm hit, she moaned and lifted her ass off the bed. She began pumping against his face, begging him not to stop between moans. When she finally finished dripping on his fingers, he climbed on top of her and shoved his cock as deep into her as he could. The second time she came, it hit like a lightning bolt; she began bucking on the bed, then wrapped her legs around him and climbed up his back with her calves. He was so deep that he felt the bottom edge of her cervix rubbing the head of his dick and his balls slapping against her ass. Her legs being right under his arms gave him lots of leverage as he pumped in and out of her, making her come again. While she lay there afterward, catching her breath, he pinched her nipples and rubbed her breasts, keeping her focused on her body and its response to him. When he laid down, she climbed on top, straddling him, her gorgeous tits hanging in his face. He slowly began moving with her while she rotated her hips, getting all of him inside her. When she sat back, he reached forward to rub her clit and was rewarded with another of her orgasms. This was one of those really good ones; the ones when she would come as long as he continued to do whatever it was he was doing when it hit. He rubbed her engorged clit, fucked her from underneath, and pinched her swollen nipples with his free hand. When she finally fell to the side, there was a puddle of her sweat and come all over his hand and stomach, and a pretty impressive wet spot on the bed. Too bad if she thought she was getting away with that being the end. He immediately climbed on top of her and thrust his hard cock in and fucked her mercilessly. She began to shudder, then started bucking and uncontrollably, panting. How they ended up sideways on the bed, with her head hanging off, was beyond him, but gave him the chance to grab onto the edge of the bed, raise himself higher over her body, and pummel her pussy. He watched her mouth make that O, and those little noises that he loved. Her tits, pulled upward by her hanging off the bed, bounced and jiggled, nipples rock hard. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her knees were crushed against the bed under her arms, giving him full access to ream her with his dick. She started begging, and that's what he had been waiting for. She begged him, between breaths, to fuck her. To fuck her, and please, please don't stop. He assailed her finally loosened pussy, not giving in when she finally tried to buck him off of her. He fucked her until he made her come again, shrieking and convulsing in one final, intense, unrestrained orgasm. He offered to rub her distended clit and pussy, watching them pulse with the final waves of her excitement, but she refused. It was all she could do to gather her limbs around her, curl up in a ball on her side, and sleep the sleep of the completely satisfied. She remembered trying to process information while she came, tried to call out his name, but not only could she not remember his, she couldn't remember her own. The only thing she could do was beg. To plead with him, and hope that he would be sympathetic to the loss of control he caused to continue to ream her senseless, which, thankfully, he was. She didn't care what he did to her anymore because he always made sure it began and ended the same way: with her coming. She slept, oblivious to everything around her, including him rubbing her ass that now faced him. He lay there, thinking about how he would have to drive around all day Monday with a half-hard, thinking about fucking her again, wondering which hole she'd let him fill, if not all of them. Licking, then boring into her lubed, tight ass again was definitely on his agenda.