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The Big Girl Ch. 02

By: RibaldWriter



I've been having a good time with this story, so I hope you have fun reading it.

In this chapter, Brent and Sarah start getting to know each other, and we get to meet Sarah's roommate Tracy.

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"So, do you work? You know, you got a job?" Sarah asked, running a towel through her hair. She'd taken a shower, and she was standing next to the bed in a black sports bra, and a matching pair of panties.

"Yeah, I do technical writing, but I'm between contracts right now." I told her as I pulled my jeans on. We didn't know if I could get the tape on my ribs wet, so she had given me a delightfully naughty sponge bath before she got in the shower.

"So you're unemployed." She muttered as she pulled on a pair of jeans.

"No, I'm between contracts." I said, moving over to stand in front on her in the mirror. "I just finished one a couple of weeks ago, and I haven't picked up another one yet. I usually take a month or so off between gigs, you know, to unwind, and get ready for the next one."

I stood in front of her, looking at our reflection in the mirror. My head was even with her tits as she stood behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders, but I looked at her in the mirror and shook my head.

"Put your arms around me, or put them on my hips." I said, watching as she moved her hands. "That looks better, now we look like a couple. With your hands on my shoulders, you looked like my mom, or an aunt."

Turning around, I put my hands on her hips and looked up at her.

"You gonna be able to go out with me, knowing people are gonna be looking, if not laughing at us?" I asked, looking at her steadily. "I don't give a shit, people have been making fun of me my whole life, so I don't even notice it anymore."

"People make fun of me too, being as big as I am isn't easy for a girl." She said softly. "You don't know how many times people have asked if I played basketball in school. I got sick of hearing it."

Nodding, I turned around and leaned against her. She put her arms around me, grinning at our reflection.

"I don't care what people are going to think. I think we make a cute couple." She laughed.

"I'm glad to hear you say that, cuz I need to go get a new phone, since you broke mine." I laughed. "And while we're out, I thought we could swing by my place. I need to check messages, and I had some downloads going that I want to check on too."

(-)

We'd gotten the looks we'd expected at the Verizon store, but Sarah made such a show of hanging all over me, that by the time we left, people were looking at me jealously.

I got a new Galaxy Note Three, and the guy at the counter had swapped out the sim and sd cards, and even managed to pull my contacts and messages off the old phone. He told me that I just needed to replace the screen, but it turned out that replacing the screen on the old phone cost almost as much as a new one. I told him he could keep it, or throw it away, I didn't care.

Sarah played with my new phone all the way to my house. She thought my taste in music was alternately hilarious or execrable, depending on the track. Much to my surprise, she had the Bluetooth on the phone connected to the radio in my Yukon before we were out of the parking lot, which is when she started shitting on my taste in music.

She was more than a little surprised when I turn into the driveway, coming to a stop at the gate about fifty feet from the road. I started to get out, and Sarah grinned over at me.

"What, no remote?" She giggled.

"Yeah, there's a remote, but I haven't loaded the app into my phone yet." I answered, looking down my nose at her. "Somebody broke my other phone."

"Oh, right. Okay, I'll get it." She said opening her door and stepping out.

"The code is two seven six six star." I told her.

She just nodded and a moment later, pushed the gate aside, then closed it behind me. She got back in the car and I drove up to the house, watching her reaction out of the corner of my eye.

The house is a civil war era plantation house that someone had restored in the sixties, and they had put in central air and heat when they did it. It had been remodeled several times since then by various owners. I had worked on several of the rooms that I used the most, and had the whole house wired with network and audio connections in every room.

"Before you ask, no, I'm not rich, but I am comfortable." I said as I opened the car door and got out. "I got this place as a foreclosure, for less that ten percent of its real worth. There's twenty-two rooms in the main house, and there's a smaller house around back that used to be the servants quarters. There's a barn and a stable back there too, but I haven't gotten around to doing anything with those yet."

"How much land do you have? I can't even see another house from here."

"I've got about thirty-five hundred acres, but I rent most of that out to the Richardson's. They live about a mile over that way." I told her, pointing toward the west. "They grow a mix of cotton, soy beans, and pot on what they rent from me."

"Damn, how much does a technical writer make?" Sarah laughed as she followed me up the steps to the verandah.

"I made sixty grand on the last project, but it took two months to finish." I told her as I dug my keys out and unlocked the door. I pushed it open and waved her inside. "Most pay between ten and twenty, but not all technical writers make that kind of money. I'm known in the industry, and I get the gravy jobs because I do a quick turn around, and usually get it right the first time out." 

"So how long you lived here?" She asked, looking around the foyer, then stepping over into the parlor. She was back a moment later, and walked across the foyer into the kitchen.

"I got it three years ago." I said, following her. "I got tired of living in the city and started looking around for something else."

"Oh yeah, this is my room." She said, smiling as she looked back at me over her shoulder. "I can do some serious cooking in a kitchen like this!"

"I'm glad to hear that, but if you want your own room, you have to take the one upstairs. Top of the stairs, last door at the end of the hall."

She looked over at me, then turned and brushed by me. A moment later, I heard her going up the stairs.

I walked out into the foyer and stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the inevitable reaction. It wasn't long in coming.

"Oh my fucking GAWD!!" She screamed, followed immediately by, "Brent! You get your narrow little ass up here right now!"

I took my time going up the stairs, and when I got to the top, turned and went down the short hallway to the Princess suite, as it was called. The room had belonged to the original owners daughter, and took up more than a third of the second floor.

Sarah was laying on the bed, kicking her feet up and down. When she heard me come in, she rolled over, getting up on her elbows, her tits bulging out under her t-shirt.

"Were you serious?" She asked, her eyes wide. "If we do the couple thing, if we work out I mean, this would be my room if I moved in with you?"

"Yeah, I guess. But to be honest, I was hoping you'd sleep downstairs in the master suite with me." I laughed. "But if you want this room, I guess you could come visit whenever you felt the urge for company."

"Is the bed in your room as comfortable as this one?" She asked. "This thing makes my bed feel like a stack of bricks." She rolled over on her back, then craned her neck to look back at me. "And if you weren't gonna sleep in here, why did you get such a nice bed for it?"

"I didn't, most of the furniture came with the house." I said, walking over and sitting next to her. "The last owner went bankrupt, and left everything in the house when he left. The bank offered to clean it out, but I figured, what the hell, I can always keep what I like and get rid of the rest. Turns out, I liked most of it."

"So, you never answered my question. Is the bed in your room as comfortable as this one?" Sarah grinned.

"I think so, it's a king sized air bed, and you can adjust the firmness on each side separately. There's a control for each side too. I didn't get the fancy controllers, so you have to set it by feel."

"Oh, too cheap to get the sleep number thing, huh?" She laughed, rolling over and getting to her feet.

"I prefer to think of it as practical." I said. "The bed I bought was more than a grand cheaper that the comparable version of the name brand. I like having the best, and I've learned that that doesn't always mean the most expensive."

"Well, just damn." She laughed, coming over and hugging me. "Cute, great in bed, and smart too. I am definitely keeping you."

"As much as I like to hear you say that." I said, easing away from her and taking her hand. I led her out of the room and down the stairs as I talked. "You know most of what there is to know about me, what about you? Besides being a walking wet dream, what have you got to offer this...what are we gonna call it...relationship?"

"Relationship is good, I like the way that sounds." She giggled as we reached the bottom of the stairs. "And let's see, what do I have to offer, hmmmm..."

Turning suddenly, she scooped me up in her arms, making me gasp in surprise.

"To begin with, I can carry you little ass all over the house, and not break a sweat." She laughed. She looked down at me and grinned. "Which way is your bedroom?"

"Through that door, first door on the right." I said, pointing toward the double doors under the stairs.

"Kewl." She moved through the doors, turning into my bedroom, and coming to a stop.

"Wow, did this room come like this?" She asked.

"Uh no, I uh...I did most of the work in here."

"What's that mean, did most of the work in here?" She asked, walking over and sitting on the bed. She didn't put me down, instead, she kept me in her lap.

"I did the paneling and the moldings around the ceilings and baseboards. I had the bookcases made, but I put them in." I told her, looking up at her. "I got the furniture at a scratch and dent place off eighty-five, and refinished it to match to room."

She nodded, then looked down at me.

"Do you like this?" She asked. "Me holding you, I mean."

"Yeah, I do, if you want the truth." I said softly, leaning against her and putting my arm around her. "I uh...I was raised in foster homes, and uh...nobody ever hugged me, much less held me like this. So yeah, I like it."

She nodded again, moving one hand down, then lifted her t-shirt and pushed up her sports bra. Her tits burst into the open, swaying gently against her chest.

"Me and Tracy own a pair of gyms in town, she runs the one in Buckhead, and I run the one in Midtown. Midtown is closed on weekends, that's why I'm not at work today." She said, bringing her hand up and guiding my mouth to her nipple. "We're passed the break even point, and we get new members every month, but we don't make enough to go getting crazy, so we share an apartment, and we both drive older cars. We're talking about buying another one out in the 'burbs later this year, maybe next year, but we want to see what happens with the economy."

"I'm an only child, but my mom died when I was really young, and my dad was great, you would have liked him, and I know he would have liked you." She said.

"Um...what are we doing?" I asked, looking up at her.

"Huh? We're talking." She said, breathing heavily as she guided my mouth back toward her breast.

"Yeah, but uh...we're not doing a baby roleplay thing, or anything like that are we?" I asked, more than a little timidly.

"What? Oh god no!" Sarah laughed, letting me draw away. "I like holding you...I mean, I REALLY like it. My panties are soaked right now. And I like having my titties sucked and played with. This just seems like the best way to do it."

"Okay." I said, leaning toward her and guiding her other breast toward my mouth. I started licking and chewing on the rubbery nipple, then moved off and worked over the bumpy brown ring of her areola.

"Mmmmmm, that's a good boy, keep that up, and you're going to make mama very happy."

She grinned down at me when I looked up at her, so I bit down on the tender skin of her areola. She moaned as she threw her head back, and a shiver went through her body.

"Oh god, I could really get used to this." She panted after a moment. She looked down at me, a happy smile on her face. "I really liked having you laying on me earlier. After you got done fucking me, you said you were going to take a nap, and damn if you didn't just go right to sleep. You felt so good laying on me, and you don't weigh very much. I just laid there, hugging and touching you, and I went to sleep a few minutes later."

She laughed as she pulled my head tighter against her breast, guiding me up onto the nipple.

"Bite it, and pull on it. Be a little rough, but not real...you know..."

I nodded, and started chewing on the rubbery tit tip, turning my head and leaning back to stretch it out away from her breast. I moved over to the over one, bringing my hand up to cup the one I'd just left, squeezing and molding it in my hand.

"Oh fuck, that's good, baby, uh...I mean Brent." She panted.

"S'ok..." I mumbled into her breast, not taking my mouth off of it.

"Lay on me again, but don't stop sucking my tits." She said, easing back onto the bed.

I pulled away and slid off her lap, motioning for her to move up onto the bed. I followed her, climbing up onto her as she stretched out, taking a moment to pull her t-shirt and sports bra off.

She groaned, wrapping her legs around me and humping her crotch up to grind against mine as I attacked the full, fluffy mounds of her tits.

I sucked and slurped, massaged and molded her huge tits for over an hour, and she writhed under me. clutching me to her as she writhed under me, the crotch of her jeans soaked through with her juices. I don't know how many times she came, but she finally gave a happy whimper and passed out under me.

I just laid out on her, settling my head in the fluffy pillows of her tits, and followed her into sleep.

(-)

"Hey, Brent...wake up sweetie." Sarah said, shaking me gently. 

I groaned, shaking my head into her tits, and snuggled back in, trying to get comfortable.

"I'm serious, baby. It's almost eight o'clock." She laughed, easing me off of her. "You have to take me home, baby. I have to help Tracy at the gym tomorrow, and all my stuff is at my house."

"Why didn't you bring it with you?" I whined, snuggling up against her and throwing my arm across her tummy.

"Because you said we were going to get you a new phone, and you wanted to show me your house. You never said anything about spending the night." She laughed. "And I kind of doubt you want to get up at five to get me home in time to go open the gym at seven."

"Good point." I mumbled into her side. I rolled over onto my back and looked over at her. "Feed me a titty, then I'll get up."

"I can do that." She laughed, rolling onto her stomach and getting up onto her knees. She crawled over to me, dragging her tits over my chest, then bringing them to rest over my face.

I moaned happily, turning my head from side to side, licking and sucking lazily at the soft, smooth skin of her tits.

"Do...do you want to bring some clothes, and stay over at my place?" Sarah panted, moving to one side so one of her nipples was centered over my mouth. She moaned deep in her throat as I sucked it into my mouth, nipping at it eagerly with my lips and teeth. "Oh god...you...I'll let you suck my titties all night if you stay over."

"Cah ah eee ooh ouw?" I mumbled around the bumpy areola filling my mouth.

"What?" She asked, reluctantly moving her breast away from my hungrily sucking mouth.

"Can I eat your pussy too?" I asked, reaching down and running my hand over the still damp crotch of her jeans.

"Oh god." She groaned, and I felt a sudden blossom of heat, and fresh wetness between her legs. "You...you said that you wanted me to shave..."

"Trim...you can shave if you want, at least around the outer lips." I mumbled, lashing my tongue all over both of her tits. "Leave a little bush on top, we can argue about the shape later."

"Trim, shave, I don't care right now." She moaned, drawing away from me. I watched as she grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, leaving the sports bra laying on the bed.

"Come on, get up and get some clothes together." She said as she slid off the bed. "I want to feel your mouth on me, and I want you to fuck me again before we go to sleep. I really liked going to sleep with you inside me, then waking up with you fucking me. I'd like that to happen again."

(-)

The ride back to her house only took twenty minutes at that time of night, and we burst into the house, Sarah leading the way, almost dragging me behind her.

Her roommate Tracy was sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and she looked up at us as Sarah pulled me across the room.

"Hey Sarah, you holding this guy prisoner, or what?" She laughed, looking over at her hand grasping my wrist.

"Oh uh...hi Tracy." She said, blushing furiously. But she didn't let go of my wrist. "We were over at Brent's house, and now we uh...we have to go talk. I'll see you in the morning."

"Oh my god, you are keeping him prisoner!" Tracy laughed, glancing down and noticing that the crotch of Sarah's pants was damp well down the insides of her thighs. "Oh, I see, you peed your pants, and you want him to help you..."

"Tracy!" Sarah screeched, blushing furiously.

But Tracy was enjoying herself, and she wasn't going to let her friend off the hook that easily. Leaning forward, she sniffed the air near us, and a shit eating grin spread across her face.

"Oh my god." She said slowly, glancing over at me. "That's not pee, is it? I can smell you from here baby girl. That's pussy juice. Your little boy toy got you all turn on, now you want him to help you put the fire out! God, you are such a little slut! I'm so proud of you!"

Sarah's face was crimson by this time, but I was enjoying what Tracy was doing. It was obvious that they were close friends, and Tracy was just having a little fun with her friend.

"It's all my fault..." I began, but Sarah whirled around and glared at me, making my mouth snap shut.

"Sarah honey, why don't you go get out of those wet jeans, and maybe hop in the shower. You know, freshen up a little bit before you let your little friend here have his way with you." Tracy said lightly, looking me up and down. "Put on that blue nightie you have hidden in the back corner of the middle drawer of your dresser. I guarantee, once he sees you in it, you won't be in it long!"

"She doesn't need a nightie for me to feel that way." I said quietly, meeting Sarah's eyes.

"Mmmmmm, sounds like you have the hots for my roomie." Tracy laughed. "Go Sarah, the sooner you get cleaned up, the sooner you get off...now GO!"

"Go." I said, slipping my arms around Sarah's waist. 

"She's right, you smell fantastic, but you'll taste better if you hop in the shower." I said softly, drawing her lips down to mine. "You get ten minutes, so wait on that thing we talked about."

Kissing her quickly, I drew back and spun her around, then smacked her on the butt and pushed her toward her bedroom.

Tracy giggled as she watched her almost run into her bedroom, slamming the door closed behind her. She looked up at me, the smile fading from her face as she looked me up and down.

"If you hurt her, I'll cut your balls off and give them to her for Christmas." She said slowly, her eyes meeting mine.

"That's the last thing I want to do, I promise." I said, not taking my eyes off of hers. "I uh...I think I love her."

"Don't tell her that till you know for sure." She said, her tone and her eyes both softening toward me. "She's been hurt before, and I don't want her to have to go through that again."


The Big Girl Ch. 02



"Now, what's the thing you talked about that you want her to wait on?" She asked, a smile spreading across her lips.

"That's uh...that's private. You know, between me 'n her."

"Good answer." Tracy said, nodding her head slowly. "Maybe you do care about her after all."

"I do." I said firmly, then took a step toward Sarah's bedroom door. "I'm gonna go uh..."

"Yeah, go ahead. Fuck her brains out, but keep it down, willya? I have to get up early in the morning."

Before I could say anything else, the door to Sarah's bedroom opened and she poked her head out. She saw me and waved for me to come in. I grinned over at Tracy as I stepped toward the door.

"Duty calls." I said lightly, then stepped into the room and closed the door behind me.

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"What did she say? Did you tell her anything? What happened out there?" She asked as she skinned my t-shirt off, then started working on the button on my jeans. 

"She said that if I hurt you, she'll cut my balls off and give them to you for Christmas, and I told her that the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you." I said as she pushed my pants down over my hips, then dropped to her knees and started tugging them off over my shoes.

"Slow down, sweetie. Relax, we have all night." I said, kicking my shoes off.

Sarah looked up at me, gasping when she saw my cock bobbing stiffly right in front of her face.

"Do you...do you want me to..."

"No, I want you go get your big ass up on that bed, spread those big beautiful thighs, and let me suck on that juicy little piece of heaven you have between them." I said softly as I pulled her to her feet and pushed her toward the bed.

"You...you really want to..."

"Oh, shut up." I muttered, pushing her backwards so her legs hit the end of the bed and she fell over onto it. I followed her, crawling up onto the bed behind her as she skittered up higher on it.

Pushing her knees apart I leaned in, my face inches from the moist, hairy lips of her pussy. Suddenly, her hands were blocking me as she brought them down between her legs.

"You...you don't have to..." She said softly, her eyes not leaving mine.

"I want to." I said, crawling up over her until my cock brushed against her fingers.

She moaned, her eyes rolling up in her head for a moment, then coming back to meet mine.

"Move your hands. Put me in you. I want to feel you around me." I said as I laid out over her, my cock pressing harder against the back of her hand.

Resting on my forearms over her, I waited for her to do something. After a moment, I felt her hands moving, and one of them wrapped around the shaft of my cock. She ran it up and down between the juice coated lips of her pussy, then started to pull it into her.

"Wait." I said, easing my hips back slightly. "I...I have to tell you something."

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I know, me too. You don't have to say it." She pulled me forward, easing the tip of my cock into the opening of her pussy. "Don't say it, show me."

As I pushed my hips forward, we both moaned as the head of my cock pushed up inside of her. Her legs wrapped around me, and she drew me in slowly.

"I love you." We whispered at the same time

I could feel her pussy walls spasming around me as I slid slowly into her. The short, crisp hairs of my pubes ground into the longer, thicker hairs of her pussy mound as my cock bottomed out inside her, and she tightened her legs around me, her arms coming around to hold me tightly to her.

"Don't move." She panted. "Ju...just lay on me. Let me feel you. Oh god, you feel so good in me."

"I live to bring you pleasure my goddess." I said quietly, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Speak your desires, and guide me as you will."

"Ohgodohgodohgod..." She whimpered, her body starting to spasm and shake under me. 

I could feel the soft inner walls of her pussy clasping and squeezing around me, and I moaned deep in my throat.

"I...I'm going to cum." I panted into her neck. "I'm gonna shoot it in you..."

"Do it!" She hissed, her head rocking back and forth as she started moving me on top of her. "Don't move, let me do it. Let me move you, but go ahead and cum, I want to feel it..."

"Oh you big beautiful bitch!" I groaned as she dug her heels into my ass, driving my cock roughly into her. I felt her clasping cunt channel flutter and squeeze around me, then my balls pulled up under my cock and I started cumming in her.

"Oh god! Fuck me you big dicked little bastard!" She grunted, thrashing and writhing under me. Her heels pumped my ass up and down, and she humped her pussy up to meet my strokes.

We only lasted a couple of minutes at that pace, and finally, she went limp under me, clutching me to her as she gasped for breath.

"You owe me a boxed lunch." I muttered into her neck. "Fresh furburger, hold the creamy filling."

She burst out laughing, then pushed me up off of her so I could look at her.

"You...you won't lick you out of me?" She asked, her eyes serious.

"Do you want me to?"

She looked up at me for a long moment, then nodded her head slowly.

"As my goddess commands." I said, then started sliding down her body.

She watched me as I moved steadily down her body. I looked up at her as I reached her breasts. She looked at me as I lifted one eyebrow in a silent question, and shook her head, nodding her head to indicate that I should move lower.

I moved lower, pausing to kiss the underside of each breast, then dragged my tongue slowly down over her gently rounded tummy. I paused at her belly button, stabbing my tongue into it, then fucking it in and out lazily.

"Stop!" She giggled, pushing on my shoulders, forcing me lower. "That tickles!"

"You want to watch me eat my cum out of your pretty little pussy, don't you?" I said, nipping at the hairs of her pubes.

She nodded, her face flushed with excitement.

"Does knowing that I'm going to stick my tongue in your juicy, cum filled pussy, excite you?"

"Yes." She whispered.

"Good." I whispered, then moved my face between her legs.

She shuddered as I dragged my tongue up between the puffy inner lips of her pussy. I looked up at her as I spread her legs wider, opening her pussylips with my thumbs and pressed my mouth to the wide open hole of her cunt.

She was up on her elbows, staring down at me, but her head rocked back, and a moan came from deep in her throat as I slipped my tongue inside her, sweeping it around over the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance.

"Oh god, that is so good." She panted, looking down at me again. "I can't believe you're doing this to me."

"Mmmmmmm." I moaned into her pussy, sucking at the spasming hole as my tongue darted in and out. She groaned, and her hand came down on the back of my head, pressing my face firmly into her pussy.

"Eat me...suck my creamy pussy." She gasped. "Oh god, your tongue, your lips...everything you're doing to me just feels so good."

"I live to please my goddess." I said, drawing back for a moment. I looked up at her as I slipped two fingers into my mouth, easing them in and out, getting them wet, then eased them down between her legs.

She raised up higher, pulling her legs up and spreading them wider.

"I want to see." She panted, staring down between her legs,

I smiled as I slid them slowly up inside her, feeling her pussy squeezing down around them.

Her head rocked back as I pressed them in to the knuckle. I held them buried inside her, twisting them slowly back and forth, then slowly drew them out.

"Look at me." I said as I let my fingers slip from her pussy. Looking right into her eyes, I took the slippery digits into my mouth, stroking them in and out slowly. I moaned around them as I pulled them from my mouth, and started to push them back inside her.

"Oh god, you did it...you ate your cum out of my pussy." She whispered, staring down at me.

"Do you still love me?" I asked, keeping my eyes on hers as I pressed my mouth up against her pussy and started licking her again.

"Ye...yes..." She moaned, her tongue running slowly over her lower lip. "Me...share it with me. Give me a taste."

I smiled as I pulled my fingers out of her again, taking them into my mouth as I raised up over her. I reached down and pointed my cock at her pussy, easing it into her slowly.

"Oh god...wh...what are you doing?" She panted, staring down at where my cock was slowly pushing up inside her.

"Just wait, you'll see." I said as I started stroking in and out of her slowly.

I took my time, but all too soon I was buried to the root inside her. Her head was thrown back and she was gasping for breath when I looked up at her.

She whimpered, a pathetic, "No..." escaping her lips as I withdrew.

"Still want a taste?" I asked as I moved up and stretched out beside her.

She nodded, not looking at me.

"Come and get it." I said, watching her.

Her eyes opened wide as she turned her head toward the sound of my voice. I don't think she realized that I had moved. I watched her lick her lips, then roll over and slide up between my legs.

She didn't touch me as she crawled slowly up over me until her head was directly over my cock. She didn't look up at me as she lowered her head, taking the head of my cock into her mouth.

We moaned in unison, and her moan went on longer than mine, sending shivers up my spine as her mouth vibrated around my cock. She loosened her lips and took more of my cock into her mouth, then tightened her lips around it as she drew her mouth up slowly, not stopping till only the tip was in her mouth.

She repeated them move, not stopping till she had more than half my cock in her mouth, and she gagged as the head hit the back of her throat. Pulling back a bit, she took a couple of breaths through her nose, then tightened her lips around me again, drawing her lips slowly up the length of my cockshaft.

She left it slip out of her mouth this time, and she took it between her fingers as she started running her tongue all around over the underside, cleaning our combined juices from me.

"Do you want to cum?" She asked, glancing up at me as her tongue swept back and forth, then up and down over the length of my shaft.

"No, I want to put it back in you, and feel you under me." I said, not moving, letting her decide what she wanted to do.

"You read my mind." She smiled, climbing over my leg and rolling over onto her back. She spread her legs and held her arms out to me, giggling as I scurried over on top of her.

She moaned as my cock slid up inside her without guidance from either of us.

I settled in, slipping my arms up under her shoulders as I lay my head on the upper swell of her breast.

"That's right, baby. You just get comfortable. Mama's gonna hold you all night, and in the morning, you're gonna wake her up with that big, beautiful cock of yours."

"Sounds like a plan." I said lazily, trying not to smile.

(-)

Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and come back for Chapter Three.



The Big Girl Ch. 03



I've been having a good time with this story, so I hope you have fun reading it.

In this chapter, we get a little Brent backstory, and spend some more time with Sarah's roommate Tracy.

*****

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I heard someone say, followed by peals of laughter. "Oh my god, that is just too funny!"

Looking over my shoulder, I saw Tracy standing in the doorway.

"So, you uh...is your uh...thing, still in her?" She asked, moving closer and tilting her head to get a better look between our legs.

"Uh...yeah, it is." I muttered sleepily, as I felt the wet warmth of Sarah's pussy around me. Then I started to get pissed that she'd just barge in on us like this. I looked over at the window, noticing that it was still dark. "What time is it?"

"About five-thirty, I just put coffee on." She said, leaning against the door frame. "She needs to get her ass up, we need to be out of here by six-fifteen if we want to get the gym open on time. There's always a crowd on Sunday mornings."

"You uh...you wanna give us a few minutes?" I asked, looking back at her again. "You know, let me wake her up, get her in the shower..."

"You gonna fuck her? I love getting bone first thing in the morning..." She said, appearing to be warming to her topic.

"I really don't think that's any of your business." I said quietly, glancing up at Sarah's face.

"Maybe, maybe not." Tracy said, walking over and standing at the foot of the bed. "But she's my best friend, and I love her like a sister. I've known her since we were five years old. I helped her through both her parents dying, three bad breakups, and I was there for her the night she lost her cherry...and let me tell you, that was not a good night."

She walked around to the side of the bed and sat down looking at Sarah.

"It's been almost two years since she's had a man in her bed, or even thought about going out with anyone." She said softly. She glanced over at me, then back down at Sarah. "When I saw her last night...hell, when I saw how she was doting on you the night we brought you home...I knew this was gonna happen. I just hope..."

"She's gonna be okay, I'm not going to hurt her." I said, raising up on my forearms and looking down at Sarah.

"Time to wake up my goddess." I said softly. "You have to get up and go to work. Tracy already has coffee on."

"Unnnggghhhhh...noooooo..." She moaned, tightening her arms and legs around me. "I have to stay home so you can pleasure me...you promised..."

"I never promised that!" I laughed, nibbling at her neck. "But if you get up, I'll go to the gym with you, how does that sound?"

"Mmmmmmm, are you gonna fuck me before we get up?" She purred, gently rocking me up and down over her.

"Ummmm...I." I began.

"I'm gonna go get some coffee." Tracy said, getting to her feet. She looked over at me and grinned. "How do you take your coffee studly?"

"White, four sugars." I told her.

Sarah opened her eyes and smiled at me, then turned her head, noticing Tracy for the first time.

"Oh my god!" She whispered, here eyes going wide as she looked back and forth between us, then started trying to push me off of her.

"Oh for god's sake, Sarah!" Tracy laughed as she started for the door. "Go ahead and let the boy pleasure you, that's why you took him prisoner isn't it? But make it quick, we need to be out of here in about half an hour."

She looked back from the door, a sly smile on her face.

"I'm gonna leave this open." She said. "Go ahead and make all the noise you want, I like to listen to people fuck..."

"Get off of me." Sarah moaned, pushing at my shoulders. "Oh my god, I ha..."

"Shhhhhh, relax. Just calm down, okay?" I said softly, slipping my arms under her. "She was in here for almost five minutes before you woke up. She was laughing at us when I woke up..."

"It's okay." I said, laying my head on the upper swell of her breast. As I laid on her, I realized that I was now hard inside her, and I started stroking slowly.

"Oh god...wh...what are you...are you fu...fucking me?" She gasped, as she stopped trying to push me off of her.

"Mmmm hmmm." I mumbled, moving my hips in short, slow strokes, keeping my cock buried inside her. "Do you want me to stop?"

She shuddered as I pressed my cock as deep as it would go, holding it there and humping forward. The head of my cock was pressed against her cervix, and I felt her pussy flutter and spasm around me.

"Yes...no...oh god, I don't know." She whispered, tightening her legs around me. Her heels came up under my asscheeks, and she started trying to move me on her.

I looked up at her, and saw her glance over toward the door.

"Oh shit, she left the door open." She muttered, then looked down at me. "She's gonna hear us. I..."

"Then let's put on a show for her." I laughed, raising up over her. I looked back over my shoulder at her heels hooked under my ass, then back down at her. "Ease up a little with the legs, let me long stroke you. I wanna feel my cock moving in you."

Her legs relaxed slowly, loosening her grip on me, and I pulled back, letting half my cock slip out of her, then bulled it back in, making her gasp. I started fucking her slowly, pulling out, then burying it to the balls on every stroke.

"Ohgodohgodohgod..." She whimpered, her hands moving down and grasping my hips. She started moving me faster, and I let her guide me, wanting her to show me what felt good for her.

"Are you going to cum for me? Am I giving my goddess the pleasure she desires?" I asked softly. I leaned down and lashed my tongue around her nipple, then nipped at it with my teeth. I heard her groan as I took it into my mouth and started sucking on it.

"Oh god, yes." She moaned, her hand coming up and pressing my mouth harder against her tit. "Fuck me, do it hard...oh yeah, stick it in all the way and just fuck me hard and deep."

Raising up over her, I started moving my hips faster, driving my cock as deep into her as it would go, then pulling out and repeating the stroke. In moments, I was pounding my cock into her in long deep strokes. I felt her writhing under me, and her heels were digging into my ass, urging me on.

"Are you going to cum for me? I want it, I want to feel you cumming on me." I panted. "Give it to me, let me feel you cumming on my cock."

"Oh god, I am, I'm cumming on your big beautiful cock you little shit." She grunted, her eyes screwed shut, her face a mask of tormented passion. "Ar...are you going to cum with me?"

"That doesn't matter." I gasped, slamming my cock roughly into her.

"I want it...I want to feel you cum in me." She said, then her voice took on a firmer tone. "Do it. Shoot in me, your goddess commands it."

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, pounding my cock into her again and again. I felt my balls tighten in their wrinkled sac, and seconds later, felt the hot rush of cum surging up my cockshaft.

"Yesssssss!" She screamed, her arms wrapping around me, clutching me to her. 

"Shoot it in me! Cum with me! Cum for your goddess!" She shouted as she writhed and bounced under me.

I got my arms under her and held on as she jerked and spasmed across the bed, moaning and gasping as she moved my body over her. Her heels kicked into my asscheeks and her arms rocked me up and down roughly.

I groaned when she squeezed me too hard, crushing me to her, and she must have heard the change in my voice. She looked up at me, her eyes wide.

"Oh my god! I hurt you...your ribs..."

I rolled off as she let me go, and lay on the bed, gasping for breath, my hands holding my side. She got up on her knees beside me and ran her hands over me.

"Are you okay, did I..."

"I'm fine..." I panted, closing my eyes for a moment. The pain was fading, and I opened my eyes again and looked at her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tracy standing in the doorway. "Di...did I pleas..."

"Shut up." She said, trying not to smile. "I thought I..."

"No, I need to know." I said putting my hand on her cheek. "Did I satisfy my goddess?"

"Oh god, yes. I..."

"Yeah, he's a keeper." Tracy laughed, then took a sip from her coffee. "But you have to keep his cage in your room...and I am NOT cleaning his litter box!"

She turned and headed back to the kitchen. "But you need to get your asses moving, we're outta here in ten minutes!"

(-)

"Don't even think about it." Tracy said as she came over and stood next to me. 

I had been looking at an incline sit-up board, and she came over as I started to pulled it out of the rack. "Sit-ups, or any other upper body work are the last thing you want to be doing right now."

She stepped back, looking me up and down.

"You should stay off most of the leg machines, you use your upper body to support or brace yourself." She said, looking around the room. "Lisa's aerobics class is probably out too, she does high impact on Sundays..."

"I'll find something to amuse myself." I laughed. "Worst case scenario, I go get my laptop out of the car and do some web surfing, or start looking for my next gig."

"The wi-fi signal is best over by the bikes and the rowers, that's why we put them there." She said as she turned and headed for the front counter. "You get a good signal at the counter, but if you're gonna sit over there, you're gonna have to wear one of our t-shirts, and advertise for us."

I followed her over to the counter, watching her body move as she walked. She wasn't as tall as Sarah, she was probably five-ten or so. She was wearing a pair of black jogging shorts and a red tank top with a sports bra under it, and her muscles rippled as she moved.

She caught me watching her as she stepped behind the counter and turned toward me. She grinned, then looked past me at someone behind me.

"Hey, Lisa, you're early today." she said. 

"Yeah, I got a private session with Tim Larson at eight." Lisa said, not sounding happy about it. "I swear, if he starts pawing me again, I'm gonna break his fucking arm."

I turned around, my eyes going wide when I saw her. She was a couple inches taller than Tracy, but her body was thinner, with long, lean muscle. She was wearing a multi-colored pastel leotard with purple tights. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

"Who's the munchkin?" She asked Tracy, looking right over me like I wasn't there. "New customer?"

"No." Tracy said, glancing at me, then back at Lisa. "But if he was, calling him a munchkin is guaranteed to make him want to sign up. This is Brent, Sarah's new boyfriend."

Lisa burst out laughing, taking a step back and looking me up and down. She looked over at Tracy, then back at me, her face twisting up into a cruel smile.

"You're fucking with me, right?" Lisa laughed, looking right at me. "I knew she was hard up, but come on. This runt doesn't even com..."

I saw Tracy moving out of the corner of my eye, and stepped in front of her as she came around the counter, still facing Lisa.

"You can say whatever you want about me." I said quietly as I stepped toward her. "But you need to apologize for what you said about Sar..."

"Fuck off little boy." She said, sneering at me. 

Her hand shot out to shove me away, and I caught it before it hit my chest. I twisted her arm sharply, forcing her hand back, putting pressure on her wrist. She was on her knees before she realized what was happening.

"You need to apologize for what you said about Sarah." I told her as I let go of her hand.

I blocked the roundhouse she swung at my side, then she was on her feet, and I blocked a flurry of blows, but didn't hit her back.

That really pissed her off. 

She charged me, and I took her down with a leg sweep, following her down so I landed on top of her. One of my hands was wrapped in her ponytail, pulling her head back so her face didn't hit the floor.

I stood up and stepped back, and she was on her feet, a roundhouse kick flying toward me. I grabbed her foot and swept her other leg out from under her, and she went down again. I followed her down, my knee on her chest as I looked down at her.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, then heard Tracy say, "I don't think he's gonna let you hit him, Lisa. So you might wanna calm your ass down, and do what he says, before he decides to hurt you."

I got to my feet, taking a couple of steps back, and watched as Lisa got slowly to her feet. She glared at me, her eyes filled with hate.

"Fuck this." She spat, then spun on her heel, striding toward the back of the gym.

"Wow, ain't you the little badass." Tracy laughed, putting her arm around my shoulder. "She's a fifth degree black belt, and her idea of a good time is picking fights with guys in bars. But you took her down twice without breaking a sweat, even though you were giving up six inches and forty pounds."

"All to protect your girlfriends honor." She added softly.

"Yeah, but her being a bitch is what made it fun." I said, grinning up at her.

"So you're a stud, a badass, and you're kinda cute." Tracy laughed as she let me go and went around the counter. She leaned over, resting her forearms on it, and her tits bulged out under her tank top. "What else is there to you that I should know about?" 

I stared at her tits till I heard her laugh and say, "Hey stud muffin, my eyes are up here."

I looked up at her, grinning sheepishly.

"Yeah, but the way you shoved those beauties in my face, I figured you'd be offended if I didn't look."

Just then, the front door opened, and a mountain of a man walked in. He was six-eight, and well over three hundred pounds. Every ounce of it rippling muscle. 

His name was Dave Butler, and he had played pro football for ten years, then retired to open a chain of high end gyms across the country.

He walked over toward the counter, nodding at Tracy, then a look of surprise crossed his face as he noticed me.

"Brent." he said curtly, then looked past me at Tracy. 

"Dave." I replied, nodding at him.

"Is Sarah here today?" He asked Tracy.

"Yeah, she's over there somewhere." She said, pointing toward a corner of the gym. "She was working with a new guy. They should be about ready for a break."

Dave glanced at me, a small smile creasing his face.

"What are you doing here Brent? You decide you want to bulk up a little?" He said, bringing one arm up in front of him. He flexed his upper arm, making the bicep and triceps bulge.

"Hell no!" Tracy laughed, reaching over the counter and ruffling her fingers through my hair. "Brent here is Sarah's new boyfriend, so you better be nice to her. He's a little badass, and he don't take shit off nobody."

"I know." Dave chuckled, shaking his head. "I found out the hard way."

He looked at me steadily, then nodded.

"She could do worse, so could you. I hope it works out for you." He said quietly, then turned and started toward where Tracy had told him Sarah was.

"What the fuck!" Tracy laughed, coming around the counter to stand in front of me. "What the hell was that? Do you two know each other? And what the hell did he mean when he said, 'I found out the hard way'? Did you guys get in a fight or something?"

"Yeah, we had a difference of opinion, and it got physical." I said, not really wanting to talk about it.

"Huh uh, you're not gonna hold back on me you little shit." She laughed, putting her hands on her hips. "What was it about? And who won?"

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed, looking down at the floor. "He did. He broke one of my arms, fractured my skull in three places and damn near blinded me in my right eye."

"So what was it over? There was respect in his eyes when he looked at you." She said slowly, stepping closer to me.

"I uh...I was going out with his daughter, and he didn't want me to." I said casually.

"So he beat the shit out of you? Just for dating his..."

"There was more to it than that." Dave said from behind her. "More than I knew at the time."

I looked up and saw Dave and Sarah standing behind Tracy. 

"He met her at a party one of her scumbag friends was having, one of those rave things." He said slowly, looking at me steadily. "He saw a couple of guys taking her into a room and he went in and got her. She was wasted, she usually was in those days, but I didn't know that then."

"You don't have to do this, Dave." I said quietly.

"No, but I think Sarah should hear about the kind of man she's getting involved with." He said, glancing over at her. "He took her home and got her cleaned up and put her to bed, then over the next few weeks, helped her get clean. She was into some bad shit, and he took care of her and got her through it."

"He was bringing her home one morning, and I saw them pull into the driveway. I should have known he was different, he opened the car door for her, and helped her out, and was walking her into the house when I came charging out, screaming and cussing at him."

"Yeah, you did that alright!" I laughed, trying to hold back tears from the memory.

"I barreled into him and just started wailing on him, and he wouldn't fight back. He just blocked the blows that he could, but after a while, he did fight back, and the next thing I knew, he was kicking the shit out of me."

"Belinda was screaming and begging me to stop, but I wouldn't listen. Then Brent turned and took her face in his hands and told her that he would explain, and make me understand. I lost it. I grabbed him and threw him against his car, then started kicking the shit out of him. He managed to hit me a few times, and one of them staggered me, knocking the wind out of me. The next thing I knew, he was on my back and had me in a choke hold."

"He was talking to me the whole time he was on my back." Dave said softly. "He told me that she was hurting, and that he was trying to help her get clean. He said that she had been at his house for almost a week that time, and that he had taken care of her. Then he let me go. He came around in front of me and just stood there."

"Belinda ran over and grabbed him, I don't know how he was still standing. But she looked at me and asked me to stop, to leave him alone. When she told me that he was the only man she'd ever met that didn't just want to use her, it felt like God had ripped my heart out of my chest. I never felt worse for anything I'd ever done in my life."

"You made up for it." I said quietly, not looking at him. "You paid the hospital bills, put me through school, hell, you still send work my way when you can."

"Yeah, but you saved my baby girl's life, and I damn near killed you for it." 

I looked over at Sarah, and she was staring at me, her face pale.

Dave saw where I was looking, and he turned toward her.

"Brent's a good man, Sarah." He said softly. "He came from nothing, and made a good life for himself. You could do a lot worse for yourself, believe me."

He grinned as he turned to me.

"Gimme a call next week, Brent. They got a coding problem in the billing system, and none of the dumbasses I got working for me can figure it out." He said as he turned toward the door. "You wrote the original billing system, guess I fucked up by not letting you do the upgrade too."

"He still want you to come work for him?" Tracy asked Sarah after Dave had left.

"Yeah." Sarah said softly, never taking her eyes off me.

"I don't know why he wants you." Tracy laughed, moving into a pose position and flexing her muscles. "I've got the build they're trying to sell over there. You're just big."

"Yeah, but he wants to work with me, and get me bulked up. He said they have an idea for an ad campaign, some kind of amazon queen thing." Sarah said, still looking at me. "What do you think about that?"

"You'd look amaz..." Tracy began, then stopped when she realized that the last question had been directed at me.

"You're a goddess." I said, walking over to stand in front of her. I turned and leaned into her, reaching down and bringing her arms up around me. "I like the fat layer you have now. What would happen to that if you bulked up for this ad thing?"




The Big Girl Ch. 03



"Most of that would disappear, especially on my arms, legs, and abs."

"What would happen to my pillows?" I asked, pressing my head back into her tits. "Would they get smaller too? Boobs are mostly fat, right?"

"They'd probably shrink a little too."

I nodded, pulling her arms tighter around me.

"Would you still feel as good under me? Could I still sleep on you and feel safe, and loved?" I asked, tilting my head back and looking up at her.

"God I hope so!" She laughed, bending her knees suddenly, then scooping me up and holding me against her.

I put my arms around her neck, laying my head on her shoulder.

"Okay, last question." I said, leaning back so I could look into her eyes. "Is this something that you would want to do? For you?"

"No." She said softly, smiling at me. "I like my body, and I like that you like my body. The way you look at me, the way you make me feel, and the way you feel on me...I don't think I want to give any of that up right now."

"Jesus, you holding him like that should creep me out, but it's sexy as hell." Tracy laughed. "And after watching the way he boned you this morning...what do you say Sarah, we close up early today, and go home for a little threesome action, huh? How's that sound to you guys?"

"You are my goddess, and I will have no other goddesses before thee." I said softly, laying my head back on her shoulder

"Uh...I don't think so, Tracy." Sarah laughed, tilting her head and kissing me softly on the forehead. "I uh...I think I'm gonna keep him for myself, my own little boytoy, if that's okay."

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd go for it." Tracy laughed. "I guess I'm just gonna have to go out and find my own well hung, badass, little pretty boytoy to worship the ground I walk on." 

"He doesn't worship the ground I walk on, Tracy." Sarah laughed, putting me down then pressing my face into her breasts. "He worships the body he lays on...and let me tell you, just having him lay on me is wonderful! Everything else he does...well, that's just a bonus!"

(-)

"Did what Dave was talking about really happen?" Sarah asked softly, looking back over her shoulder at me. 

"Yeah, but it was a long time ago, and I try not to think about it anymore." I said, slipping my hands under her to cup her boobs.

"Don't do that, not right now." Sarah said, pushing my hands off her breasts.

I sighed, and slid my hands lower, rubbing her tummy. 

"Why would you do that? Help her I mean? Then let him beat you up?" She asked, folding her arms in front of her and laying her head on them. "Did you love her?"

We were laying on the floor in the living room, the TV playing in the background, but neither of us were paying attention to it.

"No, I didn't love her, and I was never in love with her." I answered. "I didn't even know her the first time I took her home. And before you ask, I never had sex with her."

"I don't care about that." She giggled. "Someone taught you some good lessons, and I'm glad you paid attention. But I'm curious about why you would do something like that for someone you didn't even know."

"There was a girl in one of the homes I was in, and Belinda reminded me of her." I said softly. "She was the only one I ever thought of as family. We lived together for three years."

I paused, thinking back about what had happened to Marcy.

"They looked alot alike, and...Marcy, the girl I live with, died of a drug overdose when we were sixteen." I went on. "I couldn't help her, so when I saw Belinda, I decided that someone needed to do something for her to try to help her."

I lay quietly for a few minutes, and Sarah just waited for me to go on.

"The first week was pretty bad, she was wasted the night I brought her home, but it was obvious that she was an addict, and it was going to take her a while to dry out." I said, shifting slightly on top of Sarah. "I was living in a shithole little walkup downtown, and I could have gotten her drugs...hell, she could have gone out and gotten them if she wanted. But after the first few days, I could tell that she wanted to get clean. She stopped fighting me, and we started talking."

"What did you talk about?" Sarah asked.

"I...I can't tell you that." I said, my voice catching in her throat. "And I promise, you don't want to hear it."

"Okay." She said, not pressing the issue. "So what happened?"

"I took her home after about ten days. She was looking alot better, and I thought she was gonna be okay. She called a few days later, it was less than a week, and she said that she was in trouble. She asked if I could come and get her, and I said okay. She was at a party out in Cobb county, and when I got there, the street was blocked off by the cops, and I couldn't get near the house."

"Was she okay?" Sarah asked.

"I didn't know at first. I was afraid to go down and see what was going on, then I saw someone running from between houses, and I backed up to see if they knew anything. But it was Belinda. Her clothes were in shreds, and she had blood all over her. And she was stoned out of her mind."

"Oh my god." Sarah breathed, looking back at me.

"I got her in the car and took her home. I had a bag of clothes in the backseat, and I had her take her top off and toss it out the window and put on a t-shirt." I laughed as I remembered the scene. "She didn't like the color, and didn't think it went with her skirt, but I finally got her to put it on. It was a good thing too, we got pulled over a few miles down the road. The cops were looking for a girl, and the top she'd had on matched the description they had. They let us go after a few minutes, but it was obvious that she was in some serious shit."

"She was passed out when we got to my place, and I dragged her up three flights of stairs. Lucky, most of the apartments in the building were empty, so no one saw us. I got her into bed, and spent another week drying her out." I paused, not liking reliving these memories. "I took her home again, and she called me a couple of days later. She was drunk, and wanted to know if she could stay with me. She said that she really wanted to get clean, and that I was the only one willing to help her do that."

"So I went and got her. She was alone in the house, and she had a bag packed. She had another bag full of money, but I didn't find out about that until later."

She was with me more than two weeks that time. The only time I left the house, or her side for that matter, was to go out and get food. She got better faster this time, and by the end of the first week, I had her working out with me, and was teaching her basic karate. She took to it really well, and it gave her something to focus on."

"Early in the second week, she climbed into bed with me one night, and asked me to make love to her. No...that's not what she said. She asked if I wanted to fuck her, to pay me back for what I was doing. I could tell that she was relieved when I said no. It wasn't till a few years later that I figured out that she was testing me. She slept with every night for the rest of the time she was with me. I think those were the best night's sleep she had had in a long time."

"When I took her home the next time, that's when I had my run in with Dave. But even that turned out to be a good thing. Belinda came and visited me every day. She got there at the start of visiting hours, and stayed till they made her leave. After the first week, Dave worked out a deal with the hospital, and they set up a bed in my room for her, and she stayed with me till I was released."

"How long were you in the hospital?" Sarah asked.

"Two months, maybe a little more." I told her. "Dave had really fucked me up. I had multiple skull fractures, a broken arm, six broken ribs, assorted internal injuries, and a detached retina in my right eye. They had me in a drug induced coma for the first few days, until I stabilized."

"Dave came by toward the end of the second week. He apologized, and told me that he was going to cover my medical expenses, then he asked me what I was going to do with my life. I told him I didn't know, and he said that he would cover the cost of a four year degree...everything, tuition, books, housing, food...but I had to maintain a 'B' average, or the deal was off. He wasn't going to pay for me to become a party animal."

"I started at Georgia Tech in the fall, and found out that I had a knack for programming, and I finished the undergrad program in three years. Dave gave me a choice, I could have the fourth years expenses in cash, or he'd pay for me to get a master's. I got the master's degree. It only took a little over a year to complete the program."

"Wow, that was pretty kewl of him." Sarah said, sounding relieved that my story had a happy ending after all. "What about Belinda? Did you stay in touch?"

I was quiet for a long time, and Sarah looked back over her shoulder at me, but didn't say anything.

"She stayed with me when I got out of the hospital, but just before I started at Tech, she moved to Baltimore to live with her mother." I said quietly.

"What happened to her? Does she still live there?"

When I didn't answer, Sarah sighed and I could feel her shivering under me.

"She died, didn't she?" She asked softly, her voice quivering.

"She died of a drug overdose about a year after my run in with Dave." I whispered. "He came by my house, and I could tell that something bad had happened. He started crying before he could get it out, and I held him, crying with him. I know its not funny, but the image of me holding and comforting that big sumbich makes me laugh sometimes."

"He still throws me work sometimes, but we don't have much to do with each other." I said, trying to bring this to an end. "We do dinner once or twice a year, but that's mostly business stuff."

"I...I thought you said that you were a technical writer." Sarah said after a moment.

"I am now." I laughed. "I may have a knack for programming, I'm pretty good if you want the truth. I still write apps, and do some work on the side, but writing and debugging code is boring as shit, and I just got burned out on it. Technical writing is alot more interesting, and a hellava lot more fun."

"So, just what is technical writing?"

"That, my goddess, is a conversation for another time." I said softly, moving my hands back up and cupping her boobs again. "Right now, I'd rather go get in bed, and worship your awesome magnificence."

"Mmmmmm, that sounds like a wonderful idea. But can we just sleep tonight? I...I don't feel like making out after hearing that story."

"Neither do I." I said. "But there are many ways for me to worship you..."

"Mmmmmm, let's go get in bed. I want to see just what you have in mind."

(-)

Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and come back for Chapter Four.



The Big Girl Ch. 04



I've been having a good time with this story, so I hope you have fun reading it.

In this chapter, Brent and Sarah explore their feelings for each other.

*****

"Do you have to go to work today?" I asked quietly. I knew she was awake, I'd been playing with her tits for half an hour. She was trying to pretend that she was asleep, but she'd moan, or move her body, trying to get me to touch her is a particular spot. 

"Hmmmmm?" she purred, arching her back up so her nipple pressed against my lips, which were hovering right above it.

"I said, do you have to work today?" I repeated, then sucked her nipple into my mouth.

"Oh god." She moaned, then squeezed one eye open. "Why aren't you fucking me? I've been laying here waiting for you to fuck me, but you just keep playing with my titties. You're supposed to wake me up by fucking me."

"I didn't know that was a rule." I laughed, running my tongue around the bumpy ring of her areola.

"It is, I told you that right after you did it the first time." She giggled, bringing her hand down onto the back of my head and pressing my mouth harder against her breast.

"I'll remember that." I mumbled into her areola. I glanced up at her, but her eyes were closed again, and there was a blissful expression on her face.

I worked on the rubbery bud of her nipple for a few minutes, then moved over to the over one.

"You're still not fucking me." She whispered, humping her hips up at me. "But what you're doing feels really good. So I won't punish you...this time."

"And just how would you punish me?" I asked, trying not to laugh. "Just out of idle curiosity, I mean."

I lifted my hips as I waited for her to answer me, and my cockhead pressed against the opening of her pussy. She purred again, and her legs opened wider.

"Oh god, why are you teasing me like this?" She whined, opening her eyes and looking up at me.

"Because you're letting me." I mumbled around her nipple. "If you didn't like it, you would have already put me in you, and been fucking me."

"True." She laughed, bringing her heels up and poking me in the ass with them. "But I like it when you do it. When you do it, it gets me really hot, then when you let me start moving you, I cum like crazy knowing you're letting me use you for my own pleasure. It's just better for me if you start us off..."

"I see." I said lightly, raising up off of her. I reached down and pinched her nipples between my fingers, easing my cockhead into the soft, wet heat of her pussy at the same time.

"Oh god, that feels wonderful." She whimpered as I stroked just the head of my cock slowly in and out of her. The tight ring of muscle at the opening of her pussy resisted on the instroke, then closed around the shaft of my cock, then resisted again on the outstroke. "Oh fuck, that's so good! I can't describe it, but yo...you're...oh shit, it just feels so fucking good!"

"You just like feeling my cock in you." I laughed, pinching both of her nipples, then releasing the pressure on one, while squeezing harder on the other.

"Oh god! More! Give me more!" She whined, her back arching, forcing her tits up at me as her heels applied pressure on my asscheeks.

"More of what my goddess?" I asked softly. "More of this?" I released the nipple I was pinching, and applied pressure to the other one. "Or more of this?" I asked, easing the top third of my cock into her.

"Yeeesssssss!" She hissed, starting to move under me.

"That wasn't a yes or no question." I said, pinching both nipples sharply. I plowed my cock into her balls deep at the same time.

"Yeeeessss!!" She hissed again, louder this time. Her hips humped up at me, and her heels started pumping me in and out of her.

"I want you to fuck me." I told her, bringing my face right down over hers.

"I am." She panted, moving faster under me. "I'm doing all the work...as usual."

"No, I want you to get on top, and ride me."

She froze, but a series of sharp spasms rippled through her pussy and she groaned deep in her throat. She opened her eyes after a moment, and she stared up at me.

"Do you want to ride me?" I asked, trying not to smile. "You can control the pace, and do anything you want. It might even go in a little deeper that way too."

"Dee...deeper? Oh shit...you already go deeper than anyone else has. I don't know if I can take much more."

"Chicken? Afraid of getting a little more dick inside that hot, tight, wet little pussy?" I asked, pumping my hips to punctuate each word.

"Oh, your little ass is in for it now!" She laughed as she started to roll over.

"Whoa! Not so fast!" I said, putting my hand on her shoulder and pushing her back down on the bed. "You just roll over on top of me and that's it, game over. You just crushed me. We do this my way, and I promise you're going to get the ride of your life." 

"Promises, promises." She giggled. "But by all means, lead on."

"Okay." I said, sliding off of her and rolling over onto my back. "Come over here and climb on."

She slid over next to me and threw one leg over me, straddling my hips. She looked down at me expectantly.

"Can uh...can I put it in me, or do you want to do that?"

"Go for it."

She raised up, reaching down and wrapping her hand around my cock. She lined it up with the opening of her pussy, then sighed as she lowered herself down onto it.

"Oh my god, you were right, it does go in deeper." She gasped. Her hips started working up and down slowly.

"Glad you like it." I laughed. "That's position number one. Now, put your hands on the bed on either side of me."

Leaning forward, she put her hands on the bed on either side of me.

"I don't know if I like this, the other way felt better." She said, frowning down at me.

"Give it a minute, tell me how this feels." I said, putting my hands on her hips and arching my ass up at her. My cock slid smoothly up into her, and I started pumping in and out in long, lazy strokes.

"Oh yeah, that's alot better." She moaned, pushing down to meet my strokes. "We can both move like this, and you can move me the way you want."

"Yup, that's position two. For position three, you drop down so your forearms are on the bed."

"Mmmmmm, that's nice. It changes the angle, but it still goes in really deep." She giggled.

"For position four, you just lower your body a little and press yourself against me." I said, trying not to groan as she pumped up and down on me. "We're not gonna be doing that one much till this damn tape comes off. I'm looking forward to it, cuz I like feeling you against me."

"I wanna do number one, I really like the way that felt." Sarah giggled, then raised up till she was sitting upright over me.

Reaching up, I started stroking my hands over her thighs. She sighed as she started moving up and down, and her breathing got faster and heavier very quickly. She was staring down between her legs, watching my hand as it got closer to her crotch.

"Yo...you're gonna touch my clit, aren't you?" She panted, bringing her hands up to cup her tits, which were starting to flop and bounce around over her chest.

"I was thinking about it." I said.

"Oh god, you're teasing me again." She moaned, her eyes flicking up to my face, then back between her legs. My fingertips were right under her hair covered cunt mound, and she pressed down, taking me in to the root. I pulled my fingers back just as she bottom out. 

"Oooohhhhh!" She groaned. "That's cheating!"

"Yes." I said, flicking her clit with the tip of one finger. "But you love it, so you're going to put up with it, aren't you?"

She groaned, and a shudder ran through her, but she didn't answer. I moved my fingers up, tracing them lightly around over the swollen inner lips of her pussy, but avoiding her clit.

"Touch my clit." She said softly, pushing her pussy down onto the root of my cock and moving her hips in slow circles.

"No." I said, arching my hips up to meet her next downstroke, making her gasp. 

"Touch my clit." She said in a firmer voice. "Your goddess commands you!"

"No." I said again, putting my hands on her hips and pulling her down onto me as I stroked up at her.

She stopped moving, and stared down at me. 

"You're not playing right! You're supposed to do what I tell you!"

"No, the player on the bottom has the power, and makes the rules." I said, looking up at her. "You just happened to be on the bottom most of the time. Now I'm on the bottom, and I'm making the rules."

"I don't think I like this game anymore." She pouted.

"Get into position three."

"Why should I?" She asked. Her look had changed from a pout to a glare.

"Because I told you too." I said lightly, then added, "But I think you're going like what's going to happen."

"You promise?" She asked softly, but she started to lean forward.

"No, but I really do think you're gonna like it."

She finally put her hands on the bed and dropped down onto her forearms

"Now what?" She asked. Her hips were already moving over me in slow circles.

"Touch your clit." I said, looking at her steadily.

"What?" she asked, her eyes going wide.

"Touch your clit. Rub it, use light, soft strokes to start."

"What if I don't?" she asked

"Your loss. You're the one that wants someone to touch her clit."

"Good point." she said, starting to smile. Lifting her arm from the bed, she moved her hand between her legs, and a moment later, a happy sigh came from between her lips. "Oh, that's so good."

"Glad you like it, now fuck me. Use long, slow strokes. Move up as far as you can, then take it all the way in. Do that ten times, then stop."

"Why? What are you doing?" She asked. But she did as I told her.

"We're going to play a game. But for you to enjoy it, you have to do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand me?"

Her head was hanging down, her hair covering her face, but I could see her nod. A moment later, she said "Ten.", and stopped moving.

Her fingers kept up a steady movement on her clit, and she whined deep in her throat, her pussy fluttering wildly around me.

I let her sit for a moment, and just before she looked up, I said, "Twenty strokes hard and fast. Take it as deep as you can, then pull up as far as you can off of my cock. Rub your clit really fast...light touch, fast motion."

She leapt into motion, her pussy shuttling up and down over my cock as she rocked back and forth rapidly over me. Sooner than I expected, she stopped as she said, "Twenty.".

"Stop moving your fingers." I said gently.

"What?" She gasped, her head coming up, her hair an auburn halo around her face.

"I said, stop moving your fingers."

"Why?" She whined, her face screwed up in a combination of panic and lust.

"Because that's the way the game is played." I told her.

Her fingers finally came to a stop between her legs, and she looked at me pleadingly.

"You're going to let me cum aren't you?" She panted.

"Yes...eventually."

"Oh god." she groaned, and her pussy fluttered wildly around me. She looked at me, as she asked, "What's this game called anyway?"

"Denial and overload." I said, trying not to smile.

"Oh fuck...that doesn't sound good..."

"You're going to love it. You're already getting into it." I said, smiling up at her.

Before she could say anything, I gave her another command.

"Move any way you want, and rub your clit with soft, gentle strokes. I'm going to count to twenty. when I say twenty, I want you to freeze, and not move a muscle. Do you understand me?"

She didn't answer, but her hips burst into a flurry of motion, pounding roughly up and down on my cock. When I said ten, she changed to a slow, deep stroke, moving her hips from side to side. At fifteen, she started moving in an underslung stroke that made the top of my cock stroke across the upper wall of her pussy.

When I said twenty, she froze in place, gasping for breath.

"Ten more, hard and deep...don't touch your clit. Go."

"Ooooohhh." she whined, but she did as I told her.

As soon as she stopped, I said, "Five long, slow, tip to root strokes, make each one last as long as you can. Rub your clit as hard and fast as you can."

It took her over a minute to finish those five strokes, and I know that she came at least twice while she was doing it.

I let her sit for a minute, waiting for her to start to fidget. She started squirming on me, and a moment later, she looked up at me.

"Get down between my legs."

She just looked at me, then slid up off my cock very slowly until it slipped out of her. She moved on her hands and knees down over my body, not taking her eyes off of mine.

"Put both hands on my cock, one on top of the other, stack them." I said casually as she got settled between my legs.

She did as I told her, and her eyes got wide as she saw that there was room for another hand on the shaft.

"Oh my god." she whispered, her eyes flicking back and forth between my face and my cock.

"Keep one hand on my cock, and put the other hand between your legs." I told her. I waited as she moved one hand slowly down between her legs, her eyes firmly locked on mine now. "You can play with your clit, or put two fingers inside, which one do you want?"

"Clit." she whispered.

"Do you know what I want you to do?" I asked her.

"Yes." She answered.

"Do you want to do it?"

A small smile crept across her face, and she said, "Yes."

"Lick the shaft from the based to the knob, then run your tongue back and forth along the underside of the knob." I said. "Tap your clit with two fingers."

The first touch of her tongue on the base of my cock sent a shiver through me. By the time she reached to knob, I was a quivering mass of nerve endings.

She watched me the whole time, and she knew that she was driving me crazy. But she did exactly as I told her, repeating the stroke over and over. Her hot breath washed over my cock and balls as her excitement increased. 

After a couple of minutes, I had to make her stop. She smirked up at me as she waited for the next command. I threw her a curve ball.

"Rub your clit any way you want, and tell my cock what you love about it. You can touch it, but you have to use a slow, soft stroke."

She gasped as she started rubbing her clit, and her hot breath washed over the head. She had her eyes closed, and she started breathing harder.

"I love how long and thick you are." She said softly, her lips almost brushing against the underside of my cock. Her hand started moving, and she gripped the shaft loosely, her skin barely touching mine.

"I love the way you fill my pussy, like no other cock or toy I've ever put inside me. You are the perfect cock. You were made for my pussy, and she loves you with every fiber of her being. When you're not inside her, she feels empty, and longs for you. When you are inside her, she feels complete, filled to bursting with overwhelming joy."

She paused, gasping, and she humped her ass down toward the bed. Her arm muscles jumped as she worked her fingers between her legs.

"I...I love waking up with you inside me, whether you're hard or soft. I know you'll get hard in me, and when you start fucking me, my whole body sings."

Her eyes opened and she stared at me as she began speaking again.

"I love the way you fuck me. I love the hard, rough, deep strokes that beat at my cervix, and I love the long, slow, teasing strokes, that feel like they last a lifetime each. I love the way you throb inside me, each pulse pushing against the soft, wet inner walls of my pussy, and I love the fat flaring rim under your head. It feels so good pushing into me, spreading me open for the rest of you to follow."

She paused, her eyes closing as she took in several deep breaths.

"I love it when you shoot in me, spitting out all that hot, creamy cum. The first spurts burn me, then coat the inside of my pussy with liquid fire, and I just melt around you."

Trying not to groan, I managed to croak out, "Come up here."

"Are you going to put him back inside me?" She asked as she started moving up the bed. She kept her hand between her legs. I didn't know if it was because I hadn't told her to stop, or if she didn't want to.

"Come up here." I said again.

"Do I have to stop touching myself?" She asked

"No, come up here."

She stopped, straddling my waist, raising up and reaching down for my cock.

"Come up here." I said again, pulling on her legs.

Her eyes lit up when she realized what I wanted, and she laughed as I slid down the bed, meeting her halfway. I looked up at her just before she got settled just over my face.

"Feed me."

"In a minute." She said, her fingers moving lazily over her clit.

She reached behind her, her fingers wrapping around my cock, and she began stroking me lazily.

"Give me the power back." She said softly.

"No." I grunted, sliding my hand up her legs and grabbing her ass. I tried to pull her pussy down as I lifted my head, struggling to get a taste of her.

She raised up, keeping her juice dripping pussy just out of my reach. Her hand squeezed and stroked my cock steadily, her fingers moving up over the swollen knob, gathering up my pre-cum to lubricate her hand.

I watched as she shivered, her legs tensing, a small spurt of her juices soaking her fingers and running down the insides of her thighs.

"I want the power back." She said, lowering her ass toward me. "Give it to me. I want to do something."

"What?"

"Give me the power, and I'll tell you."

"You have to..."

"No I don't. We trade the power all the time, and you know it." She said, spreading her legs wider over me, then moving her fingers off her clit, using them to spread the lips of her pussy. "It doesn't matter who's on top or the bottom, it's about who takes control of the moment."

She paused, looking down at me.

"You want to lick my pussy. You want to stick your tongue in my hot, wet little cunt and lick up my juices." She said. "And I really want you to, but I can't let you, until you give me the power back."

I nodded, relaxing her grip on her ass. 

"Thank you." She sighed. 

"Lick the insides of my thighs. Lick up the juice that's running down my legs. Look at me while you do it."

I nodded again, turning my head and running my tongue slowly up the inside of one thigh. As I got close to her pussy, she raised up, shaking her head at me.

I nodded again, turning my head to lap up the spicy nectar coating the inside of her other thigh. I moved back and forth, looking up at her steadily as I cleaned every drop of her juices I could find.

"Tell my pussy one thing you love about her." She said, easing her cunt closer to my face.

"I love the way you feel around my cock, the way you flutter and squeeze me, milking and sucking me deep inside you."

"Lick my pussylip...just one. Lick it, suck it...get it clean."

I raised my head, meeting her as she brought her pussy closer and sucked one of her puffy inner lips into my mouth. I nibbled on thick, wet flesh with my tongue, but she raised up suddenly, rolling to the side and falling onto her back on the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, raising up and looking at her.

"If I gave you the power back right now, what would you do with it?" She asked, looking at me steadily.

Rolling over onto my stomach, I moved over between her legs, my face inches from her pussy. I kissed the inside of one thigh gently, then the other before I looked up at her.

"I would worship my goddess, and bring her the pleasure she desires."

"Why am I your goddess?" She asked.

"That's easy." I laughed, moving up to kneel between her legs. "You're my goddess, because you are a goddess. You dominate any room you're in, filling it with your physical presence. Other women are jealous of you, and men desire you. I never thought I would be with a woman like you, even though I dreamed about it."




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She started to say something, but I went on.

"But the other part of it is, when I was hurt, you took care of me." I said, smiling at her as I reached down and took her hands in mine. "You brought me into your home, got someone to look at me and patch me up, then made me feel welcome and wanted."

"I did want you." she said quietly. "When we got you into my bed, and took your clothes off, and I saw how well built you are, and not just your dick, but your whole body...I wanted to keep you."

"The first time I saw you." I said, pulling her up so she was sitting in front of me. "I couldn't believe how beautiful you are. Your body is so big, but you're fit, and have this incredible layer of body fat over the muscle. You're what a woman is supposed to look like...the fact that there's so much of you makes it that much better."

She nodded, her cheeks coloring as a small smile creased her lips from the unaccustomed compliment.

"I love the way you make me feel...about me." She said softly, looking down at the bed. "No one has ever looked at me the way you do, and no one has ever treated me the way you do. You treat me like an equal, but at the same time, you treat me like I'm the most precious thing in the world."

She looked up at me, then dropped her eyes again.

"I'm afraid...afraid that this is all a dream, and that you're not really here, that you're just a fantasy. I'm going to wake up, and you'll be gone." She said, her voice catching in her throat.

"I'm sorry, Sarah." I said softly, pushing her onto her back and crawling up over her. "But I'm very real, and you're stuck with me. I'm your boy toy, and I'm going to do everything I can to make my goddess happy."

"Promise?" she asked, looking up at me.

I nodded, but she shook her head.

"Say the words, I need to hear it."

"I promise. Satisfied?"

"No...but I will be if you give your goddess some of that pleasure you were talking about."

"As my goddess commands."

(-)

Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and come back for Chapter Five.



The Big Girl Ch. 05



I've been having a good time with this story, so I hope you have fun reading it.

In this chapter, Sarah's roommate Tracy expresses her disapproval of what's been going on, Brent finally manages to do something he's been putting off, Brent and Sarah go shopping, and Tracy comes to dinner...things go downhill from there.

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"Sarah." Tracy said, shaking her gently. "Sarah, wake up. I need to talk to you."

I rolled off of Sarah onto the bed, raising up on one elbow, looking up at her.

"Not you." Tracy said, glancing over at me, then shaking Sarah a little harder. "I need to talk to her. Can you give us a minute?"

"Sure." I said, sliding off the bed and gathering up my clothes.

I went out into the kitchen, leaving the door halfway open behind me. I could hear them talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. I was pouring a cup of coffee when Tracy came stalking out of Sarah's room a few minutes later, picked up her gym bag, and went out the front door, slamming it behind her.

As I looked over at the bedroom door, Sarah stepped out. She came over and poured a cup of coffee, leaning back against the counter as she took a sip. I didn't say anything.

"I uh...I have to go to work." She said, not looking at me.

"Okay, I have a couple gigs I want to look at." I said, taking a sip of my coffee. "I know it will make you feel better if I'm actually gainfully employed."

"Yeah...no, you have money, so you're not going to freeload off me, I know that..."

She took another sip of her coffee.

"Tracy is pissed. She thinks I'm neglecting the gym, and she's right." She said, shaking her head. She glance over at me, a smile on her face. "I've spent a week not doing anything but laying in bed with you...you're a bad influence on me."

"Oh no girlfriend, this is on you, not me." I laughed, sitting my cup on the counter and picking up my jeans, I stepped into them, then pulled on my t-shirt. "You could have gone to work anytime you wanted, but you decided that laying in bed with me was more fun."

"I guess." She said, kicking her foot into the floor and turning her hips from side to side. 

It was an unconscious movement, shy, almost coquettish, and it looked delightfully out of place when she did it. I wanted to grab her and throw her on the floor, pleasuring her until she begged me to stop.

"Will...will you make love to me before I go?" She asked, glancing over at me.

"What time do you have to be at the gym?" I asked, barely restraining myself from jumping on her.

She didn't even look at the clock before she answered.

"In twenty minutes."

"So you'll be late even if you walk out the door right now." I said, moving over to stand in front of her. I put my hands on her hips, turning her to face me. "You know that I live to pleasure my goddess, but even goddesses have responsibilities, beyond their own desires."

"You're saying no." She whispered, putting her hands on my hips and drawing me closer.

"You know that I want you every second of every day." I said, leaning close and taking a nipple into my mouth. She moaned, and her hand came up and pressed me harder against her. I shook free, and moved over to the other nipple.

"Nooooooo..." She whimpered as I drew away, then took a step back. The look in her eyes was pleading.

"Go get dressed, and go to work." I said firmly, turning her and pushing her toward her bedroom. "Pack a bag and come to my house tonight. Call me later and I'll give you the address."

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I drove over to my doctor's office to see if they could fit me in. The nurse apologized, saying that they were already overbooked, but as we were talking, Tim Elliott, my doctor stepped out of an exam room and saw me. He was smiling as he walked over, holding out his hand. We had been in a foster home together for a year, and had stayed in touch over the years.

"Brent, I was just thinking about you the other day." He laughed as we shook hands. "One of the servers is acting wonky, and I need..."

"I'll be glad to look at it Tim, but you have to look at me first." I said. "I had an accident last week, and got dinged up pretty good."

"Sure, come on back." He said turning toward the exam room he just came out of. Looking back over his shoulder at the nurse he said, "Nancy, tell Mrs. Porter that I'm going to be a few minutes."

I saw her pick up the phone as I followed him into the exam room.

"So what happened?" Tim asked as I slid up onto the table.

"I got hit by a six-foot four-inch, two hundred plus pound freight train." I laughed, pulling my t-shirt up.

"Yeah, you're gonna have to take that shirt off." He said, his eyes going wide when he saw the tape on my ribs. 

I pulled my t-shirt off and he cut the tape off, peeling it off in a couple of quick tugs. What little hair I had on my chest went with it.

"Jesus Brent." He said when he saw the bruise covering the right side of my chest. I winced when he started poking and pressing his fingers into my side. "You're got at least three broken ribs, probably more, but whoever wrapped this for you did a good job. Did you go to the emergency room?"

"No, a friend of a friend did it." I said

"Okay, I want X-rays so I can see how bad it is. I'll get a nurse to take care of that. Wait here, someone will be with you in a minute."

He walked out, and a minute later a nurse came in and took me down to the X-ray room. She did half a dozen X-ray's quickly and efficiently, and I was back in the exam room five minutes later.

Tim came back fifteen minutes later, grinning as he came in the door.

"Sorry." He laughed. "I saw a patient while we were getting the pictures." He said. He walked over and typed on his keyboard, and a moment later, an image appeared on the monitor mounted on the wall.

"You've got two clean breaks on the fourth and fifth ribs, and hairline fractures on the third, sixth and seventh." He said, pointing them out as he spoke. "But you're healing nicely, we just need to keep those two that are broken bound for a couple of more weeks, and you should be fine."

He turned of the monitor and looked at me.

"So, this freight train that hit you got a name?" He asked.

"Sarah." I said dreamily, not looking at him. I was picturing her in my mind, and a smile spread across my face.

"What was that?"

"Sarah." I said again, looking over at him.

"No, I meant the voice, and the look." He said, looking at me intently.

"Ya lost me Tim, what loo..."

"Your eyes were glassy, and I've never heard you talk about a girl like that." He said, coming over to stand in front of me. "It almost sounded like you were in love."

I looked at him for a minute, and I could feel the grin on my face.

"You are!" He laughed before I could say anything. "Oh my god, Beth is gonna shit when I tell her about this. I wanna hear more about this girl, but I have a waiting room full of patients, and can't talk right now. Call me later in the week, and we'll do dinner one night. Beth is going to want to meet this girl."

I nodded as he walked over to the door.

"I'll have a nurse come in and bind those ribs. If you can take a look at the server before you leave, we'll call it even." He said, his hand on the doorknob. He glanced back at me and grinned. "Six-four?"

"She's a living, breathing amazon goddess." I said, nodding.

"Jesus." He said, shaking his head, then opened the door and walked out. 

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It only took ten minutes to get the server reset, then download and install a bios upgrade. Once that was done, it came back up with no problem. I told the nurse at the desk that the server should be okay, but to call me if there were any problems.

I called Sarah as I drove home, but got her voicemail.

"I love you, and I didn't realize that being away from you it would hurt like this." I said. "I want you to stay over at my house for a few days, so if you didn't pack a bag, go home and pack one before you come over."

When I got to the house, I went into the office and checked mail, then went through a list of available projects, picking out three. I looked over the specs, and decided that I could do two of them at the same time, and get them done in less than a week.

When I finished submitting the proposals, I called Sarah again. I got her voicemail again.

"I miss your touch, your scent, the soft, wet warmth of you around me." I said in a husky voice. "Call me. I need to hear your voice." 

I called her again an hour later, and got her voicemail again. I left her another message.

When I called the next time, Tracy answered.

"You have to stop calling her." She said, but her voice told me that she thought it was cute. "She's not paying attention to what she's supposed to be doing. God, you should see the shit eating grin she's got on her face. She looks like she's walking on clouds."

"You sound jealous." I laughed. "And don't you work across town? What are you doing there?"

"I came over to see if she came in, and when I saw what was going on, I decided to hang around." She said. "She was bummed that you didn't boink her this morning, but brightened up after your first message. I took her phone from her after your second message. I knew that if she talked to you she'd be out of here in a heartbeat."

"I asked her to stay with me for a few days. Is that okay with you? I won't let her take off work, I'll drive her to the gym myself if I have to."

"You want the truth?" Tracy laughed. "I'm thinking about telling her to take a couple of weeks off and just go with this. I overreacted this morning. Micki can run the gym as well as Sarah, it's just that the members like working with her. But seeing how happy she's been recently...you're good for her you little shit. If you need time together to make this work, take it, we'll take care of things here."

"Wow." I said, stunned at this development. I thought for a moment, then said, "Tell her to come to my house. I'll buy her clothes if she didn't bring any."

"Oh, she's got half her closet in her trunk." Tracy laughed. "She'll be there in an hour. That's if she doesn't kill herself getting there..."

(-)

I met her on the front porch, stopping her on the steps so we were eye to eye.

"Don't talk." I said as I peeled her t-shirt off, followed by her sports bra. I knelt and worked her shorts and panties off, then took her hand and led her over to the porch swing.

Guiding her down onto it, I dropped to my knees, lifting and spreading her legs, letting my head drop between them. She smelled of soap and sweat, and that musky sweet aroma of female arousal.

"Oh god yes." She moaned as my tongue dragged up between the lips of her pussy, and her hands came down on the back of my head. "You don't know how bad I need this."

"Mmmmmmm." I moaned back, my tongue sluicing up and down between the juice slickened lips, then darting into the warm, wet opening of her pussy. 

I ate her hungrily, my lips and tongue attacking her as I pushed her legs wider apart, opening her up so I could get at all of her. Rich, sticky strings of girl cum drooled into my mouth, and I spread her pussylips with my fingers, plastering my mouth to her, my tongue fucking in and out of her, licking, lapping, and sucking up every drop of that divine nectar as it oozed out of her.

She writhed under my oral assault, her hands on the back of my head, just resting there, not moving or guiding me, letting me pleasure her. She stiffened, and a long drawn out moan came from her, then she relaxed, sagging limply onto the swing.

I drew back, looking up at her.

"Do you think you can walk?" I asked.

"Mmmm hmmm." She purred, looking down at me, her eyes glassy.

"Good." I said, getting to my feet and taking her hand. I pulled her to her feet and pulled her along behind me into the house. I led her into my bedroom, and stopped next to the bed.

"Wait here." I said, looking up at her. "Don't move. I'll be back in a minute."

She just nodded, and I turned and went into the bathroom. I grabbed my beard trimmer and the bag of attachments, then pulled a towel off the rack. 

When I went back into the bedroom, I spread the towel out, motioning for her to sit on it.

"Are you going to shave me?" She asked, laying back, her ass perched on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide.

"Just a trim for now. We can talk about shaving later if you want."

She didn't say anything, so I put the number two guide on the trimmer, and ran it slowly up over one side of her pussy, close to where it met her thigh.

"Oooohhhh, that tickles!" She laughed, squirming little as she laid on the bed.

"Don't move." I said, laying my hand on her tummy, holding her still. "I don't want to nick you."

"I'll try." she giggled. "It just tickles."

I didn't say anything as I ran the trimmer up over her again. She didn't move this time, and I made quick work of sheering of the forest of hair covering her pussy. In a couple of minutes, I had trimmed it down so the hairs were only half an inch long.

I brushed the loose hairs away, blowing on her gently at the same time, making her giggle again at the sensation. Sitting the trimmer aside, I leaned in and ran my tongue slow up between her puffy inner lips, then whisked my face back and forth over the freshly shorn mound of her pussy.

"Oh yeah, that's alot better." I said softly, then raised up, resting my forearms on her legs, looking down at the larger bush just above her pussy. I looked up at her, and saw that she had her eyes closed, a beatific smile on her face.

"What would you like to do with this?" I asked, tugging lightly on the tangle hairs.

"You decide." She said, not opening her eyes. "Make it something that you'll want to look at, and worship."

"As my goddess commands." I laughed, putting the number six guard on.

"Fuck the goddess." She muttered, still not opening her eyes.

"I intend to, as soon as I make her presentable." I said as I ran the trimmer through the thick growth of hair, brushing it aside as I worked. Once I had it at a manageable length, I leaned back, looking at her from different angles. I decided that she would look better with it a little shorter, so I put the number four guide on, and made another series of quick passes over her bush.

"Much better, and much prettier." I said, taking the guide off and moving the bare blades to one edge of her bush.

"This may tickle again, so don't move." I told her.

She nodded, but didn't say anything, so I ran the trimmer slowly up one side, cutting the hairs at skin level in a straight, even line. I repeated the stroke on the other side, then finished by trimming the top in a gently curving arc.

Leaning back, I brushed the loose hairs away and examined my handiwork. She now had a neatly trimmed little bush, three inches wide at the top, tapering down to one inch just over her pussy. The design fit the width of her hips perfectly.

"All done." I said, tossing the trimmer onto the lowboy at the foot of the bed. "Raise up, and let me get this towel out from under you."

She raised her ass up off the bed, and I pulled the towel from under her, and folded it in half twice, then tossed it on the lowboy. I started to lean in, but she was moving up into the middle of the bed, so I stood up, letting my jeans drop, then kicking them off. I pulled my t-shirt off as I knee walked across the bed toward her.

Her legs rocked open, and she held her arms out to me, her eyes still closed.

I moved up over her, laying out on top of her, my cock finding its way into her on its own. She sighed as I slid up into her, then purred happily as I laid out on her.

"So good." She whispered, wrapping her arms around me, her legs coming up, her feet hooking up under my asscheeks. "Don't move, just lay on me. Let me feel you in me, on me..."

"As m..."

"Don't say it. Not right now." She said, opening her eyes and looking up at me.

"It's the truth." I said, reaching behind me and grabbing her wrists, bringing them up and pinning them to the bed over her head. 

"You are a goddess. And you're mine." I said, looking onto her eyes. "I worship your incredible body, and the ground you walk on. I live to give you pleasure. And I thank god for bringing you into my life."

I started stroking into her slowly, making her moan.

"Do I make you happy, Sarah?" I asked. staring down at her as I moved my cock slowly in and out of her. "I know I satisfy you, but do I make you happy? Am I going to be enough man for you?"

"Oh god yes." She whispered. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and she leaned up to kiss my shoulders, then down onto my chest. "You make me feel things no one else ever has. You make me feel good about me...I...I never felt that way before."

She looked up over her head, then back at me.

"Let go of my hands." She said. "Please?"

I released her hands, and she pulled them down, reaching up and taking my face between them.

"I love you, and I don't want to live without you." She said softly. She drew me down, and we kissed, lightly at first, then more hungrily. "Make love to me." She moaned into my mouth. "Pleasure me, use me for your pleasure...love me."

"Willingly, my goddess." I groaned, starting to move faster on her. "This isn't a dream, we're together, and we're going to be together for a long time."

"Mmmmmm, I like that." She giggled, moving her arms around me. She started moving me on her as she said, "Now shut up and fuck me. your goddess commands it."

(-)

"I like this." Sarah said, running her fingers over the neatly trimmed bush over her pussy. She was standing in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom, looking at herself. "The shape fits my body, and I really like this little arch you did at the top."

"What I like," I said as I moved around in front of her, pushing her back a few steps then dropping to my knees in front of her. "Is now all that hair isn't getting in the way anymore, and I can finally get at this juicy little beaver."

"Oh god, are you going to do that now?" She giggled as I pushed her legs apart. "We just got out of the shower."

"I know, so you're nice and fresh, and all those loose hairs got washed away." I grinned, looking up at her. "Now I can see if I like the way it feels on my face."

"Wouldn't uh...don't you want to go get back in bed...you know, if you're gonna do th..."

"Huh uh." I mumbled into the lightly furred mound of her pussy. "I want you to watch in the mirror while I eat you."

"Oh shit...that is so hot!" She giggled, and her hands came down on the back of my head. "Do it. Eat my pussy...no, wait a sec." She said, moving me with her as she took a step to one side and put her foot up on the side of the tub. "That's better, now I can see."

I was already running my tongue up and down over the short hairs on either side of her pussy, then moved my mouth to the center, sucking both of the puffy inner lips into my mouth. I chewed on them gently, then let them slip out of my mouth, pressing it up between them, my tongue seeking out her tight opening. She squealed in delight as I poked it up inside her and started fucking it in and out.

"Oh god, that feels sooooo good." She whimpered, pulling me harder against her, her knees bending to give my mouth better access to her.

My hands slipped around her, cupping the full, firm cheeks of her ass, pulling her harder against me as I licked and sucked hungrily at her creaming cunt slit. My tongue slashed over the moist pink flesh, stabbing up inside her, then swirling around over the soft fragrant skin of her honeypot. I could feel her legs shaking, and I looked up at her, but her head was thrown back and I couldn't see her face. I did see that she was holding onto the towel bar, so I knew she wasn't going to fall.

Sarah ground my face into her pussy, her knees working up and down as she rocked the juice slickened mound back and forth over me. I let her move me, working over whatever spot she stopped at hungrily. When she drew my mouth up onto her clit, I attacked it like a starving man at a smorgasbord.




The Big Girl Ch. 05



"FFFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!!" She screamed, her legs shaking as she ground my face roughly between her legs.

I sucked at the stiff little nubbin, nibbling on it with my lips, nipping it with my teeth as my tongue swept over, around, and under it. I lavished every bit of energy I had on that sensitive button of flesh, the center of her pleasure, and was richly rewarded for my efforts.

She grunted, then stiffened, holding me tightly to her as a spurt of hot, sticky liquid spewed from her pussy, filling my mouth and covering my face. I choked on the sudden mouthful, but managed to swallow most of it, and a moment later, another spurt erupted from her, filling my mouth again.

Sarah had risen up on her toes, her legs now fully extended, and I had to raise up to keep my mouth on her. I held her tightly, my fingers digging into her asscheeks as she shivered in front of me. Finally, she pushed my head away, her hand reaching for the countertop, then following with her body. She leaned back against the edge of the counter, holding on with both hands as she spasmed and shook in front of me.

"No..." She said, putting her hand on my head as I moved over in front of her. "I can't take anymore...god, what you were doing to me! I didn't think I'd ever stop cumming!"

"It was my pleasure." I laughed, sitting back on my heels. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, but I loved it. Fuck! You taste so good! And when you squirted..."

"When I what? "She asked, staring down at me, her eyes wide.

"You squirted." I laughed, tilting my head back so she could see my face. "It was like you were pissing pussy juice in my mouth, and all over my face. You did it a couple of times."

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" She said, blushing furiously.

"Sorry? I thought it was incredible! " I said, getting to my feet. "I knew what was happening, I just never had a girl do it before. Wow, I made a girl cum so hard she squirted on me, fuckin' A!"

"Proud of yourself, huh?" She laughed, reaching down and putting her hands on my hips, drawing me closer. She spun us around so I was leaning against the counter, then dropped to her knees in front of me. 

"Let's see if I can return the favor." She laughed as she wrapped her hand around my cock. "Watch me in the mirror like I watched you. It's really kewl..."

I watched in the mirror as her tongue darted out, lapping up a drop of pre-cum, then swirling all over the head of my cock. She drooled all over it, getting it wet, then plunged it into her mouth and started sucking hungrily, and I knew she didn't care how long I lasted, she just wanted to make me cum.

I groaned as her mouth moved up and down over me, then again as her hands came up, one wrapping itself around my cockshaft, the other cupping my balls. Her fingers closed in a loose ring at the top of my nut sac, and she tugged on it gently, rolling my balls around between her fingers and palm.

"Cum." She panted, pulling her mouth off of me for a second, looking up at me with lust glazed eyes. "Fuck my mouth. Use my mouth like a cunt and shoot all your hot cum down my throat, and all over my face. I did it to you..."

"Does my goddess command it?" I grunted, pulling her head back toward my cock.

"Yeah, whatever." She grinned as she plunged my cock back into her mouth and started pumping it up and down, taking half my cock into her mouth, then pulling and working over the head with her tongue.

"Oh fuck, that is so good." I moaned, looking down at her. My hands moved onto her head, and I wrapped my fingers in her hair as I started pumping her up and down, showing her the movement I wanted.

She followed my lead, moving her mouth over my cock, moaning as I started arching my hips up at her face as I pulled her head down onto my cock. She gagged as the head of my cock plunged into her throat, but jerked on my balls, looking up at me as I started to pull back.

I got the message. I started fucking her face, plowing my cock into her mouth, varying the depth of the strokes, but making her take it deep with ever increasing frequency. I felt her hand move on my cockshaft, moving up a bit higher, then grasping it tightly, forming a stop gap to keep me from going too deep.

Her head was moving steadily and rapidly, and I could feel my balls quivering and contracting as she squeezed them rhythmically with her fingers. I looked over at the mirror, moving one arm up to the top of her head so I had a clear view of her face as she sucked me, and that put me over the top.

Spreading my legs a little wider, I started slamming my cock in and out of her mouth, and she dropped her hand off the shaft, moving it around behind me, grabbing the cheek of my ass.

"YYYEEESSSSSSS!!" I bellowed as the first fiery slugs of cum surged up my cockshaft, erupting from the piss slit as she drew her head back on an outstroke.

I saw her eyes widen, and her cheeks puff out, then she swallowed and started sucking frantically, taking me as deep as she could, her eyes rolling up in her head as I spewed spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth.

I groaned as her hand came back around and wrapped around my shaft, then stared in awe struck wonder as she pulled my cock out of her mouth and started jerking me off onto her face. 

"Yeah...shoot it on me, shoot all that hot cum on your goddesses face." She panted, moving my cock back and forth in front of her as sticky strings of cum spat from the tip. "God, you cum so much, and it feels so good on my skin, and in my mouth..."

Her mouth dove back onto my cock, and she milked out the last spurts onto her tongue. I could feel her swallowing, her mouth working around my cockhead as she did, making me tremble from head to toe.

She gave my cock one long, last loving suck, drawing her head back slowly, until the head slipped out of her mouth with a loud pop.

She looked up at me, her face covered with pearly strings and droplets of jizz, then turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She laughed as she looked back up at me.

"Wow, you really painted my face, didn't you you little studmuffin." She said as she got to her feet. She looked down at me, a sly smile creasing her lips. "Lick me clean. Lick all of your cum off my face, and share it with me. Your goddesses commands it."

"So being a goddess is okay when it gets you what you want, huh?" I laughed as I wrapped my hands in her hair and pulled her down in front of me. I started licking my cum off her face, then moved my mouth over, planting it on hers in a deep, tongue sucking kiss.

She responded eagerly, sucking my cum off my tongue, then pushing me away. I licked another spot clean, and she met my lips as they crushed against hers. It took almost ten minutes to gather up all the cum from her face, and by that time, I was hard again.

"Mmmmmmm, my favorite toy is hard again." She purred, wrapping her fingers around it. She took a step back, not letting go of my cock. "Let's do it in the shower this time, I want you to do me real slow, doggy style."

"As my goddess commands." I chuckled, following her into the shower.

(-)

"Do you own any girl clothes?" I asked, watching as she unpacked and hung her jeans and half a dozen men's button down shirts in the closet. I poked through the pile of clothes on the bed, shaking my head.

"I have some dresses at home, but I didn't think I needed them." She said, turning to look at me She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a cropped t-shirt that let her belly button show. "I uh...I don't really like to wear them. I'm more comfortable in jeans."

"Yeah well, you better get used to wearing them." I laughed, taking her hand and pulling her toward the door. "Jeans are fine for Outback, or Hooter's, but I'm not taking you to Ecco, or Bones, or Bacchanalia wearing jeans. You're a fucking goddess, and by god, you're going to dress like one."

"You can get into those places?" She laughed, letting me lead her out to the car. "I tried to get a reservation at Bones a couple years ago, and they told me that the waiting list was three months."

"You have to know people, and as luck would have it, I know people." I said as I started the car. "So do you, you just don't realize it."

"Yeah, like who?" She asked as I hit the app on my phone for the gate. It was opening as I drove up, and I went through without slowing down, then hit it again to close it.

"Dave Butler for one." I told her. "He can get you into any restaurant in town, you just need to tell him you want to eat somewhere. I bet half the members of the gyms have connections, and can get you reservations too."

"I couldn't do that." She said, looking out the window.

"Okay, I will." I laughed, turning onto the expressway. "He'll probably want to take us out sometime anyway. He wants you to do that model thing, and I have to look at his billing system. Besides, he likes you, and don't think he'd mind getting to know you better."

She didn't say anything, so I didn't push it, and we drove the short distance to Roswell in silence.

"What is this place?" she asked as I pulled into the parking lot of a modern, but nondescript building.

"Ladies fashion and shoes for the woman with discriminating taste." I said lightly.

"Don't tell me, you know a guy."

"A woman actually." I said as I got out of the car. I walked around and opened her door, helping her out.

"I can buy my own clothes." She said as I led her to the door and held it open for her.

"True, but you won't buy the kind of clothes I want to see you in." I countered. "So shut up and just enjoy yourself for the next couple of hours."

She didn't look happy at the prospect, and her mouth dropped open as she looked around.

Picture a high end Paris, or New York clothes salon, that's what Femme Du Monde was for Atlanta. The difference being, most of the clothes were knockoffs, and could be had for a fraction of the cost of the designer versions.

"No...this...huh uh, no way. This is too..."

"Too what, dear?" A woman said from behind her.

"Expensive...I...he...we can't afford this." Sarah sputtered, turning to look at her.

"Nonsense!" the woman laughed, then turned to me. "How are you Brent? Come on, give me a hug sweetie...mmmmm, that's right, oh god, he always gave me the best hugs."

I hugged her warmly, looking over her shoulder at Sarah, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

I smiled as I slipped my arm around her waist, smiling at Sarah.

"Sarah, allow me to introduce my mom, Rosalitta Shay, Rosie to her friends." I said. "Rosie, this is my girlfriend, Sarah Burke. Sarah and her roommate Tracy own a pair of gyms in Buckhead and Midtown."

"Girlfriend? When did this happen?" Rosie asked, pushing me away and moving over in front of Sarah. She glanced back at me, frowning slightly. "And why haven't you called me? It's been over a week since I've heard from you. I'm guessing that this lovely young lady had something to do with that."

She looked back at Sarah, then moved around her looking her up and down.

"Oh yes, I can see where we can work wonders with you." Rosie said softly. She took Sarah's hand and led her toward the back of the shop. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned at me. "Have a seat Brent, or come watch...we're going to be a while..."

I trailed along behind them, grinning at Sarah as she looked back at me. She just glared at me.

"Bobby, Michelle, I want everything we have in a fourteen and sixteen tall." She called to the front of the store. "Just put it all on racks, and wheel it back here." She glanced up at Sarah. "What size shoe do you wear, dear?"

"Tw...twelve." Sarah stammered.

"Bring all the size twelve shoes too...better bring the wide sizes, this cutie has some serious feet on her." She yelled, looking at Sarah's feet. "You probably wear those damn sneakers all the time." She said under her breath.

"Uh...yeah, I do." Sarah said, looking at me with a pleading expression in her eyes.

"Well, kick 'em off, and take the rest of it off too." Rosie laughed. "Those jeans do wonders for your ass and legs, but I think we can do better."

"Where uh...where's the dressing room?" Sarah asked, her cheeks coloring.

"You're standing in it, honey." Rosie said, taking a step back. "So come on, I wanna see skin."

Sarah just stood there, and Rosie smiled up at her.

"No one is going to come in, honey. It's just me and my girls...and Brent here, and I'm betting he's already seen you naked. At least I hope he has." Rosie said casually

"This place is by appointment only, and the only reason the door was open was because he texted me and said he was bringing a friend over. We've been expecting you."

Sarah looked at her for a moment, then nodded and opened her jeans. She pushed them over her hips, then down her legs, and Rosie knelt to help her get them off. She was holding her hand out as she stood up, and Sarah pulled her t-shirt off and handed it to her.

"Bra and panties too, dear. We're doing the whole enchilada today." Rosie grinned.

She turned and looked at me as Sarah pulled off her sports bra.

"I got two beautiful little boys this week, Brent." She said. "One is eight, the other is ten. They've both been in the system for a couple of years, and it would do them a world of good to talk to someone that's been through what they're going through."

"I'll come by next week." I said.

"We could come by this week...if...I mean..." Sarah began.

"We'd love to have you, dear." Rosie laughed, taking the bra and panties from her.

Two girls came over, one pushing a cart piled with shoe boxes, the other pulling two long racks of clothes.

"We'll worry about the underthings later, for now, let's find you something pretty to wear." Rosie said, turning and sliding dresses back and forth on the rail. "Is there a particular style you were looking for?"

"Knee length wrap around, in a floral print if you have it." I said, stepping over next to her. "Then the classic little black dress, some loose fitting dress slacks, with a vest if you can, and I'll trust your judgment on the blouses."

"So we're dressing her for you, I can do that. I know your tastes." Rosie laughed, then glanced over at Sarah. "How does that sound to you, Sarah?"

"Fi...fine." Sarah said, looking uncomfortable standing naked in front us.

"Good, then we'll start with this..." Rosie said, pulling a cream colored wrap around with a delicate floral print off the rack, and handing it to one of the girls.

The next three hours were a blur, as Rosie and the girls dressed Sarah in outfit after outfit. She finally started getting into it, and by the time they were done, was having a great time.

When they finished, we moved up to the front counter, and Rosie starting tallying everything up.

"The bra's are going to take about a week. I'll call you when they come in." Rosie told Sarah. "I'd like you to come in for a fitting when they're ready, just to make sure they fit right. In the meantime, you can wear that sports bra you have on, but if you wear one of the wrap arounds, just let 'em hang out. Going braless for an evening won't kill you, and I guarantee, those beauties will get the attention they deserve."

She glanced over at me, trying not to smile.

"You ready for the damage?" She asked.

I nodded, and she handed me a long strip of paper. I glanced at the bottom and grinned.

"Can I add the usual ten percent for the house?" Rosie asked.

"Make it twenty, you just picked up two new kids." I replied.

"Thank you, sweetie. You always were such a good boy." Rosie said as she took my card.

Sarah reached over and pulled the receipt from my hand, her eyes going wide, and her mouth dropping open when she saw the total.

"It's okay, I'm doing this for me, not you." I laughed, taking the receipt back from her. "I'm buying me clothes that you get to wear. Is that okay?"

"Yeah...when you put it that way." Sarah said, a smile spreading across her face. She glanced over at Rosie and grinned, then said, "Uh...would you excuse us for a minute?"

Then she picked me up and held me to her, plunging her tongue down my throat in a heart stopping kiss then just seemed to go on, and on, and on. I had to grab hold of the counter to steady myself when she put me down.

"Oh my, I wouldn't have missed that for the second coming!" Rosie laughed, giving Sarah an admiring look. "You really know how to say thank you, don't you, honey?"

"Oh, I haven't started thanking him yet...but I'm going to start as soon as we get home!"

"Well good for you!" Rosie laughed. "Just don't hurt him. Brent was always my favorite, and I'd be a mite put out of anything happened to him."

"Oh, I'm not going to hurt him. He's my favorite too." Sarah laughed. "I'm just going to love on him till he begs for mercy!"

(-)

"Do you have any food at your house? "Sarah asked when we were back in the car and headed for home. "Or did you want to get me all dressed up, and take me out somewhere?"

"We can do either, but if you want the truth, I'd rather eat at home." I said. "You said something about doing some serious cooking the first time you saw my kitchen. I wouldn't mind seeing what you meant by that."

"What kind of stuff do you have to cook?"

"Anything you want. There's steaks, chicken, ribs and pork chops in the freezer. If you want a salad, we'll have to run by Publix and get tomatoes and greens, and whatever salad dressing you use."

"Steak, baked potato and green beans, with a small salad sound good?" She asked, smiling at me.

"Sure, I have some ribeyes in the freezer, we can thaw them out in a couple of hours." I answered. "You want to grill, or broil them?"

"Broiling is fine, I never was very good on a grill." She laughed. She paused for a moment, then looked at me. "Can we ask Tracy to come over? I need to make up with her for the way I've been acting lately, and she loves a good steak. God, you should see that girl eat!"

"I like Tracy." I smiled. "She let me know where I stood right from the start. She loves you, and doesn't want anything to hurt you."

Sarah looked at me for a long moment, then said, "She wants to fuck you."

"I know."

"So you wouldn't want to..."

"No, I told you, you're the only one I want." I looked over at her, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. "Do you want me to fuck her?"

She just shook her head, still not looking at me.

We were quiet as we rode along. and just before we reached the house she said, "She's my best friend. Sometimes...we're more than friends." Her voice was so low I could barely hear her.

"So you'd like her to join us?" I asked as I turned into the driveway. I handed her my phone. "Open the gate."

She hit the icon on the phone, and I slowed down to let it open. She glanced over at me as we went through, and she hit the icon again to close it.

She still hadn't answered by the time we got to the house. I turned in my seat, stopping her as she started to get out.

"Call her." I said when she looked at me. "And give me the phone."

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'm going to ask her if she wants to come over for dinner." I told her.

She nodded and dug her phone out of her pocket. She hit an icon on the screen, then handed me the phone.

I hit the speakerphone button, and as it rang, I smiled over at her and said, "Relax, it's going to be okay, I promise."

As I finished speaking, Tracy picked up.

"Hey girlfriend." She laughed. "Did your little boy toy finally let you up for air? I bet he's been fuckin' the shit outta you, am I right, or am I right?"

"Oh, you are definitely right." I laughed, reaching over and taking Sarah's hand. "She's in a cum coma right now, but she wanted to know if you wanted to come over and have dinner with us tonight. She feels kind of bad for the way she's been behaving recently, and she wants to make it up to you."




The Big Girl Ch. 05



"Yeah? What else did she say?" Tracy asked, her voice taking on a huskier note.

"She said that you're her best friend, and that she really hopes you'll come join us tonight."

"For dinner..."

"Yeah, but we're having wine with it, so you might want to bring a change of clothes and plan on spending the night." I said, watching Sarah.

There was a long pause, then Tracy said, "That sounds like fun. It's been a while since I've gotten a good buzz on, and Sarah could use a good drunk to chill her ass out, let me tell you..."

She went on before I could say anything.

"I have clothes at the Buckhead gym, so I'll just come over after I close up here." She said. "Text me the address, so I can put it in my GPS. I should be there by seven. That okay with you studly?"

"Seven is fine. We'll have dinner waiting for you."

"Sounds good, see you then." She laughed, then added, "Now go fuck my girlfriend, and pretend it's me."

"Nah, I think I'm gonna save my strength for later." I laughed. "You never know what can happen."

I hung up before she could say anything, then opened a text message and typed in my address and phone number, telling her to call from the gate and sent it. Then I added another message asking her to stop and pick up tomatoes, salad stuff and whatever salad dressing they used.

After I sent the second text, I handed the phone back to Sarah.

"How was that?" I asked.

"That was unbelievable." She laughed, sliding across the seat and hugging me tightly. "Now she won't know what to expect."

She leaned back, looking into my eyes.

"You'd do this for me, if I asked you to?" She asked.

"Yes."

"But you don't want to."

"You're the only one that I want, but I want to do whatever makes you happy." I said slowly. "If that means I have to fuck two seriously hot girls at the same time, well, I guess I'm just going to have to man up, and do it."

"Oh, you can be such a little shit sometimes." She said, then punched me in the shoulder. Hard. I mean, she left a bruise. "Now I don't know what the hell to think."

"Good, I like to keep my women off balance." I said, getting out of the car. "Now come on, we have to get all this stuff unloaded, and get started on dinner, we've only got a couple of hours."

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The whole first floor smelled of beef, and fresh bread, and my mouth watered as I watched Sarah take the steaks out of the broiler and put them on a plate. That was my signal.

"Go get in the shower, and put on the outfit I laid out for you." I said, coming up behind her and slipping my arms around her. "I can set the table, and watch everything else."

"What outfit?" she asked, turning in my arms.

"The one I want you to wear tonight." I said softly, looking up at her. 

She started to say something, but stopped. She nodded, then leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

'I love you.' She mouthed, then slipped out of my arms and walked out of the kitchen

Tracy called as I was taking the bread out of the oven, and I hit the app for the gate before I answered the call.

"It's open." I said. "So is the front door. Come on in when you get here."

"Wow, that is too kewl...you have a remote for the gate in the house?" She laughed.

"One off phone app, I called the gate and told it to open." I laughed back. "I'll show you when you get here. Now hurry up, I'm hungry."

I hung up and sat the phone on the counter as I finished setting the table, lit the candles, then got out steak sauces and thousand island dressing for me. I was just finishing when I heard Tracy call out from the foyer.

"Hey, where is everybody?" She yelled. 

"Kitchen, on your right." I called back.

She stepped into the doorway, and I saw that she had two bottles of wine in each hand, and a Publix bag hanging from one arm.

"You're right on time." I said, smiling when I saw that she was wearing a skirt and a loose peasant blouse that complimented her figure. 

"Why don't you open one of those bottle of wine, and I'll go get Sarah." I said, standing on my toes and kissing her on the cheek. "You have salad duty, so you better get busy, we'll be right with you."

She laughed as I swatted her on the butt as I went by, and I walked through the foyer, and into my bedroom. 

Sarah was standing beside the bed, the dress I'd picked out for her hanging open in the front as she adjusted one of the thigh high stockings. She didn't see me, so I stepped back through the doorway, and counted to ten very slowly, then went back in.

The dress was closed, and she had on a pair of four inch heels that matched her dress. She was lifting her tits, bouncing them in her hands as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Wow, you look fantastic."

"I need a bra with this dress." She said, looking over at me. "My tits are just...hanging out there..."

"And they look fantastic." I said, pulling my t-shirt off and pushing my jeans down over my hips. "Remember what Rosie said, going braless for one night won't kill you, and believe me, those puppies are gonna get alot of attention tonight!"

"Yeah but..." She began as she turned toward me. She gasped then sputtered out, "Wh...what the hell are you doing? Tracy is going to be here any minute! We...we don't have time..."

"She's already here." I laughed opening the closet door and grabbing a suit and a shirt. "As for what I'm doing, I'm getting dressed, so get over yourself. Both of you look great, and I am not sitting down to our first dinner together in jeans and a t-shirt."

She watched as I pulled the shirt over my head, then took the pants off the hanger and pulled them on, tucking the shirt in then pulling up the zipper and fastening them. I grabbed the jacket and slipped it on, then held my arm out toward her.

"You clean up nice." She said as she slipped her arm into mine. "Is that Armani?"

"A knockoff, but you'd have to know what to look for to be able to tell." I said lightly. "Rosie had them made for me during my business phase."

We walked out of the bedroom and crossed the foyer, pausing at the kitchen door. Tracy was putting out salad stuff, and when she noticed us, her mouth dropped open and she dropped the bottle of salad dressing she was holding.

"Holy shit, you two look like something out of 'The Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous." She said slowly, never taking her eyes off of us. She smiled, resting one hand on the table. "I know who you are studly, and I gotta admit, you look really sharp in that Armani, but the girl you have with you, she kinda looks like my friend Sarah, but she's wearing girl clothes, and my Sarah wouldn't be caught dead in girl clothes."

Sarah giggled and blushed, but didn't say anything.

"Maybe she just needs to right incentive." I said lightly, making Sarah giggle again. 

I led Sarah around the table, and held her chair for her, then moved around the table and held Tracy's chair for her. I heard her say, "Thank you, kind sir." as I walked around and sat at the end of the table facing the door.

I picked up the bottle of wine, pouring three glasses and handing one to each of the girls. I picked mine up, holding it out, and said, "To good friends and good food, may we enjoy them both."

"To good friends." Sarah said, smiling at Tracy, then at me.

"To good food." Tracy laughed. "Let's dig in, this steak looks delicious!"

I found out that Sarah was right. Tracy could really put it away, and it was a pleasure watching her eat.

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"God, I am so drunk." Tracy giggled, leaning over and bumping shoulders with Sarah.

"Me too." Sarah mumbled, then giggled

"Stop it." I said, filling her glass, then Sarah's. "That's the blonde's mating call, and neither of you is blonde."

"So what's the brunette's mating call?" Tracy asked, sliding across the couch and putting her arm around me.

"Has that blonde bitch left yet?" I said, smiling at the bad joke. 

I couldn't have timed it worse. She was taking a sip of wine when I said it, and she laughed, spraying a mouthful of wine all over me. Sarah burst out laughing, dropping her glass and spilling wine all over the front of her dress.

Tracy started pawing at my shirt, trying to wipe off the wine, but she stopped after a moment, and looked up at me.

"I'm not gonna get boned tonight, am I?" She asked, a queasy expression on her face.

"Probably not." I laughed, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

"Good, I think I'm too drunk to enjoy it." She muttered, then burped and held her hand over her mouth.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna puke." I said, putting my arm around her and getting to us to our feet. I walked her quickly into the bathroom off the parlor, and got her situated in front of the toilet just as she started throwing up. I held her head up out of the bowel as she emptied her stomach, and moved back a little as she waved me off. Laying her arm across the front of the bowel, she rested her head on it.

"You gonna be okay for a minute? I want to go check on Sarah." I said gently.

She nodded and waved me away, so I got to my feet and went back into the parlor.

Sarah was laying over the arm of the couch, passed out cold. I laughed as I looked down at her, then moved around and lifted her so she was sitting upright.

"Hey..." I said, smacking her lightly on one cheek. She shook her head and looked at me with unfocused eyes. "Time for bed, my love, but you're gonna have to help. Can you do that?"

She nodded, and I manhandled her to her feet. She put her arm around me on her own, and let me guide her into the bedroom. I got her over to the bed and lowered her down onto it, then lifted her feet, putting them on the mattress, then took off her shoes and dropped them on the floor. I looked at her for a moment, then reached down and opened her dress, working one arm out of it, then lifted her so I could get the other arm free.

Once I had her dress off, I eased her back onto the bed and went into the bathroom. I ran cold water over the wine stain, then said the hell with and wadded the dress up and left it in a sink full of cold water.

I remembered Tracy as I walked back into the bedroom, and I walked quickly out of the bedroom, across the foyer and parlor, and into the other bathroom.

Tracy was sitting up beside the toilet, and she smiled a wan little smile as I knelt beside her.

"I really fucked up, didn't I?" she slurred, her eyes glassy and unfocused.

"No, I did." I said softly. "I should have asked how well you two hold your liquor."

"By the ears." Tracy muttered, looking up at me. "That way the little bastard can't get away before I get off. Ya wanna see?"

"Yeah, but let's go get in bed, you'll be more comfortable."

"Hoooo doggie...gonna get me some tonight." She muttered, putting her arm around me and trying to kiss me as I put my arm around her.

"Let's wait till I get you into bed." I said as I pulled her to her feet. She just nodded, but she was able to walk on her own power to my bedroom.

"Here ya go...now let me get these shoes off." I said, kneel at her feet.

"Go fer it." She mumbled. then started pulling her top off. "I'll get the rest of it..."

Her blouse was up over her head, and she never finished the sentence as she fell back onto the bed, out like a light. I tried not to laugh, but couldn't help myself. I pulled her blouse off over her head, then lifted her feet up and got her situated on the bed. I looked down at the two sleeping beauties, Sarah in just her thigh highs and a thong, Tracy in a sports bra and her skirt.

Shaking my head, I want back to the parlor, grinning when I saw the five empty bottles of wine. I picked up the one that still had some left in it, and poured it into a glass, then went out to the foyer and up the stairs to the Princess Suite.

I remember sitting the glass on the nightstand, and taking off my clothes, but I don't remember laying down. The next thing I can recall was female voices in the distance, followed by giggling.

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Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and come back for Chapter Six.



The Big Girl Ch. 06



I've been having a good time with this story, so I hope you have fun reading it.

In this chapter, Brent gets an interesting wake up from Sarah and Tracy, Tracy gets what she's been wanting, with some help from Sarah...twice, and learns just what has Sarah so head over heels for Brent.

*****

I awoke to the sound of female voices, and the smell of coffee. It took me a minute to realize that I was really awake, and not dreaming.

'That's a really big dick.' one of the voices said, followed by a second voice saying, 'Yeah it is, you should see it when it gets hard. And when he puts it in you...oh my god, you go right to heaven, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.' The first voice laughed and said, 'Can I touch it? He's still asleep...he'll never know.' There was a pause, then the second voice said, 'Okay, but just touch it, don't go playing with it or anything.'

I felt the bed move, and realized that I wasn't dreaming, it was really happening. I opened my eyes as I turned my head, having to blink several times against the bright light coming in through the windows behind me.

After a few seconds, I could make out Sarah and Tracy standing beside the bed. 

"Does he always sleep naked like that?" Tracy asked, looking down at me.

"Yeah, he never wears underwear." Sarah giggled. "That trouser snake needs all the room it can get."

"It looks like it. I still want to touch it, is it still okay?" Tracy asked, looking at Sarah as she took a sip of her coffee.

"You're gonna have to ask him, I think he's awake now." Sarah giggled. "You might have blown your chance."

"I wish I was blowing that big dick." Tracy muttered

"Maybe later." I groaned, trying to sit up. I looked over at them as I finally managed to sit up on the side of the bed. I noticed that they were both wearing oversized t-shirts, and looked like they had showered. "I don't suppose you brought me coffee before you came up here to ogle, and have your way with me."

"No, we had a cup each before we came up here, then we emptied the pot with these." Sarah said, holding up her cup. "We've been exploring the house."

"Yeah, this place is fucking huge!" Tracy laughed, sitting beside me on the side of the bed and holding her cup out to me. "When are you going to let us move in with you?"

"Tracy!" Sarah gasped.

I took the cup and muttered 'thanks', then looked at Tracy as I took a sip.

"When does your lease expire?" I asked.

"The end of next month." she grinned

I nodded and looked up at Sarah.

"You gonna dump me anytime soon?" I asked.

She shook her head, then glanced over at Tracy.

"Do you still want me to do that thing we talked about?"

She nodded, keeping her eyes on me this time.

"Just once, or would it be a regular thing?" I asked.

She shrugged, glancing at Tracy, then back at me.

"Oh for god's sake, use your words, Sarah!" Tracy exploded, leaping to her feet.

"Shut up. She's doing fine." I said, glancing over at Tracy. I looked back at Sarah as I asked my next question. "Do you want to live here with me?"

"Yes." She said softly, her eyes locked on mine.

"Good." I said getting to my feet and handing Tracy her cup. 

"Do you want this room, or do you want to sleep downstairs with me?" I asked Sarah.

"I wanna sleep downstairs with you." Tracy laughed. "I don't care where she sleeps."

I couldn't help laughing, but Sarah didn't think it was funny.

"He was talking to me, Tracy." She said, her voice dripping with venom.

"Oh, take a chill pill, girlfriend!" Tracy laughed. "I knew he was talking to you. God, get a sense of humor, wouldja?"

Sarah glared at her, but after a moment, a smile started to creep across her face.

"That's better." Tracy grinned, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek. She walked over to the door, stopping before she went out. "Ima go make another pot o' coffee. Either of you interested in food?"

"I could eat." I said

"So could I." Sarah said.

"Okay. But one of you is gonna have to come cook it." Tracy laughed as she stepped out into the hall. "I can't cook for shit!"

We looked at each other, grinning as we listened to Tracy laughing as she went down the stairs. I patted the spot beside me, and Sarah sat down. As soon as she did, I slid up into her lap.

"Hold me." I said, putting my arm around her back.

"Anytime." She said softly, putting her arms around me and squeezing me gently. "I missed having you sleep on me last night. I woke up a couple of times, and I was really bummed that you weren't there."

"You were both really out of it." I said, then groaned when I remembered what had happened last night. "I have to clean the bathroom off the parlor. Tracy barfed last night. I think she got most of it in the toilet but..."

"We already did that." Sarah said, rocking me back and forth. "When we woke up in the same bed, with splitting headaches, we compared notes. Tracy said you were a perfect gentleman. We were both out of it, and you could have done anything you wanted to us, but you didn't."

"I like my lovers to be conscious and consenting." I laughed.

"That's a good combination." Sarah laughed. "I prefer my lovers that way too. But I have to admit, I don't mind getting woken getting boned."

"I'm usually not completely awake when we get started, if you want the truth." I said. "I wake up, and I'm already hard inside you, so moving is just the next logical thing to do."

I looked up at her, trying to keep the shit eating grin off my face.

"And you don't just like getting woken up getting boned, you get downright bitchy if you don't get woken up that way. I think I'm spoiling you."

"I do not get bitchy, you asshole." Sarah laughed. "I might get a little testy..."

"Turn me loose." I said, then slid off her lap when she released me. I pulled her to her feet, and held her hand as I headed for the door. "And you do get bitchy, but you're so cute, I can't take you seriously..."

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"He says I get bitchy if I don't get my way." Sarah said as we walked into the kitchen.

"You do." Tracy laughed, handing me a cup of coffee. "You can be a real cunt sometimes, sweetie."

"Hey, that's out of line." I said, sitting my cup on the table and turning to face her.

"Nah, she knows what I'm talking about." Tracy laughed. "Look at her, she knows how she gets as well as I do."

I looked over at Sarah, and she was grinning as she listened to us.

When I looked back at Tracy, she was standing right in front of me.

"I know that I'm that thing you were talking about upstairs. She told me that she asked if I could join you." Tracy said, pulling out a chair and sitting right in front of me. Her head was level with my crotch. She looked at my cock, then up at my face. She looked off to the side, and when I looked over, I saw Sarah standing beside us. Tracy's eyes were back on my cock as she said, "I still wanna touch it. Tell me it's okay."

"Do it." Sarah said, putting her arm around me. "I wanna watch."

Tracy hadn't moved, and when I looked down, I saw that she was looking up at me.

"Go ahead." I said, resigning myself to the situation.

Her hand came up, and she slid it under my cock slowly, cupping it in her hand, her palm rubbing across the thick vein on the underside as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft.

"You're doing it wrong." Sarah, squatting down next to Tracy. "You're supposed to put your hand the other way, so your fingers are underneath."

"Leave her alone, Sarah." I said. "She's doing fine."

"You like it like that?" Sarah asked, watching as Tracy moved her hand slowly up and down on my cock.

"I think he does." Tracy said in a breathy whisper. "He's getting hard, really hard. Fuck, I can't believe how big it's getting."

"Put your hand on his balls, cup them in your hand and roll them around with your fingers." Sarah said, pulling her t-shirt up around her hips and putting her hand between her legs. "He really likes it when I do that."

My cock was hard as a rock by this time, and it throbbed in Tracy's hand as she cupped my balls and started massaging them gently.

"Oh shit." I muttered.

"Can I suck it?" Tracy asked.

I looked down, opening my mouth to tell her no, but I saw that she was looking at Sarah.

"Yeah...put it in your mouth." Sarah whispered, staring at Tracy's hand as it moved slowly up and down under the rigid shaft of my cock. She put her finger on the top of my cock, about mid-way down the shaft. "I can take him to about here without gagging, but I can take him to here," She said, moving her finger another inch toward the root, "When I really get into it."

"I don't think I can take it that deep, it's really thick." Tracy said.

A shiver ran through me as her warm breath washed over my cock, and it throbbed powerfully. A small spurt of pre-cum spat from my piss slit onto her wrist.

"If you wanna suck it, you better do it soon." Sarah giggled. "He's really close."

Tracy leaned forward, but Sarah grabbed her shoulder.

"Wait." She said, putting her arms around her and pulling her t-shirt up, trying to pull it off of her. "Take this off and let him shoot it on you when he cums. He really shoot alot, and it feels really good shooting all over you. He came in my mouth yesterday, and I pulled his cock out of my mouth and let it shoot all over my face. God, that was so hot. Then he licked it off of me, and we shared it."

Tracy whimpered as she let her pull her t-shirt off, switching hands as she pulled her arms through the sleeves. She put her original hand on me, and working it up and down, her palm rubbing the underside.

She glanced up at my face, grinning as she saw me gritting my teeth, trying to hold back from cumming.

"Let it happen little man." She said in a husky voice, her hand starting to move faster on me. "Go ahead and cum, shoot it all over me."

She looked over at Sarah, smiling as she saw she leaning closer.

"Can...can I let him lick it off of me, and share it with him..." She paused, looking at Sarah. "Or you?"

"No." Sarah grunted, her face inches from Tracy's. "I want to lick it off of you. But I'll share it with you. He can eat you out while I lick his cum off of you, he's really good at it."

"Fuuuuuck!" I grunted, pushing my hips forward as my balls contracted, and the first delicious spasms hit me as the cum rushed up my cockshaft, then erupted in one long, ropy strand that splashed across Tracy's tits, coating the tops of them with a thick ribbon of jizz.

"Oh my god!" Tracy screamed, jerking on my cock frantically now. "Oh shit, it's so hot! Fuck and there's so...glmmmppphhhh."

She sputtered as Sarah put her hand under my cock, pushing up on it so the next burst hit her on her upper lip and splashed into her mouth. Sarah kept lifting my cock, and the next two spurts hit her on the left cheek, then under her right eye.

"Let's get some more on your tits." Sarah panted, moving her hand so Tracy was jerking it off right at her tits. I felt her hand on my ass, pushing me closer, and the next blast hit the top of her breast head on, splashing up and spattering both of them.

The next three spurts went between her tits, and the next painted a thick white line across her nipples. I felt Sarah pushing harder on my ass, and the head of my cock plowed between Tracy's tits. I started humping up and down, my eyes rolling back in my head as the soft, cum coated skin of her tits enveloped my cock.

"Oh my god, that is so kewl." Sarah gasped. "He's fucking your titties, Tracy. His cock is between your tits, and he's fucking them!"

"Oh god..." I groaned, trying to pull away. "Please stop...I'm done."

"Don't listen to him." Sarah said harshly, digging her fingers into my asscheek and pushing me forward. "He always says that...but he just keeps on going...he's like the energizer bunny."

"So much cum." Tracy whimpered, taking her hand off my cock and pushing her tits together around it. "It's all over me...and it's so hot...so much cum, oh my god, I never expected..."

"It's great isn't it?" Sarah laughed. "He just keeps shooting and shooting and shooting...I don't know where it all comes from!"

"Oh shit, I gotta sit down." I moaned, my legs trembling like bamboo poles during a hurricane. I tried to pull back again, but Sarah just shoved me forward, pumping my cock back and forth between Tracy's tits.

She finally let go of my ass and pushed a chair out so it was right behind me. I dropped into it, my ass perched on the edge, legs spread wide, shoulders against the back. I laid there, gasping for breath.

At some point, Tracy had slipped off her chair and was now on her knees, her head right between my legs.

"Now suck it." I heard Sarah say in a husky whisper. When I looked down, she had her hand on the back of Tracy's head, and was pushing it down into my lap. 

I groaned when my cock slid into her mouth, and my ass jerked up off the seat, driving my cock deep into her throat.

Tracy gagged, but Sarah kept pushing down on her head. When her lips pressed into the curly hairs of my pubes, she wrapped her fingers in her hair and pulled her head up slowly. She drew her up till just the head of my cock was in her mouth, then pushed her down again.

"Don't suck, just let him feel your mouth around his cock." Sarah whispered. "Take it all the way down your throat, then pull it out until just the head is in your mouth. Use your mouth like a cunt, and fuck him with it."

She lifted her hand from the back of Tracy's head, watching as she pumped her mouth up and down on her own in slow, steady strokes.

"Oh god, that is so hot, girlfriend." Sarah groaned. "You're taking him in to the balls, your taking his whole fucking cock down your throat! Oh my god, I can't believe you're doing that!"

She looked up at me, her face a mask of lust fueled passion, her eyes glazed over.

"Can you shoot again, baby?" She panted, moving over so she was kneeling beside me. I could feel Tracy picking up the pace as she fucked her face on my cock. "Cum in her mouth for me baby. Look at how she's sucking your cock, she wants you to shoot another big load in her mouth. Come on, do it for me, I want to see her choke on that big beautiful cock when you shoot a big load down her throat."

I turned my head to look at her, and she plastered her mouth over mine, shoving her tongue down my throat. I groaned when her fingers pinched my nipple, and my hands dropped down onto Tracy's head. I started pumping her mouth up and down over me roughly, arching my hips up off the chair as I pulled her head down. 

"You're gonna do it! You're gonna cum in her mouth, aren't you?" Sarah groaned, then shoved her tongue down my throat again, her hands moving all over my body.

I screamed into her mouth as my ass lifted up off the chair, my hands slamming Tracy's head down onto my cock. I was buried balls deep in her throat when the first fiery slugs of cum poured up my cockshaft and erupted into her throat. I could feel Tracy gagging around my cock, pushing against my thighs as she fought to get my cock out of her throat.

I pulled her head up suddenly, then slammed it back into her throat, holding her there again as my balls emptied themselves into her spasming gullet. I jerked her head up again, and felt her inhale sharply though her nose, then she was diving back onto my cock, taking it back into her throat. I watched as her hands waved in the air, finally hitting one of mine, pressing it down on her head.

My hands tightened into fists in her hair, and I pounded my cock in and out of her mouth, ramming it in till her nose was crushed into my pubes, then jerking her up till just the head was in her mouth. I don't know how long it went on, but at some point, I realized that her mouth was no longer on my cock, and Sarah's mouth was no longer pressed against mine.

I looked down, and Tracy was sprawled on the floor at my feet, cum running out of her nose and drooling from one side of her mouth. I could see that she was breathing, and I looked around, and saw Sarah on the floor beside me. She was up on her knees, three fingers of one hand buried knuckle deep in her pussy as she pounded them in and out, her other hand was working frantically over her clit.

I dropped off the chair and knee walked around in front of her. I grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked her head up, making her look at me.

"Was it as good as you expected?" I asked, my face right up to hers.

"Oh god, yes." She moaned, then pressed her lips to mine as she moved forward, pushing at me till I fell onto my back, and she was on top of me. She put her arms around me, then rolled us over, her hand searching between us for my cock.

"Oh god. put it in, I need to feel you in me." She whimpered, then sighed with relief as her fingers closed around my cock. She dragged the head of my cock around her over her cunt slit, searching for the opening. When I felt the head of my cock enter her, I pushed my hips forward, burying it to the root inside her. "Oh god, that's perfect. Don't move, just let me feel it...fuck, you feel so good in me..."

She kept up a steady stream of chatter, finally slowing to a stop. Raising my head off her breast, I looked down at her. She was gone...asleep, passed out, I don't know which. The only thing I could think of right then was...what the fuck is going to happen when they wake up?

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I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I was laying in my bed. Sarah was beside me, she was half on top of me actually. She had one arm bent across me, her elbow on my stomach, her fingertips brushing my shoulder. One of her legs was draped over mine.

I looked at her face, and saw the pretty girl I fell in love with. The lust crazed wild woman was gone. I had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, I thought it was hotter than hell. On the other, it scared the shit out of me.

I had to pee, so I slipped out from under her, making her whimper in her sleep. Sliding over to the side of the bed, I noticed that the shower was running. 

Shaking my head, I stood up and walked into the bathroom. I could see Tracy through the mist frosted door. She was standing with her back to the spray, letting it hit her shoulders then run down over her body. She was bringing her hands up, cupping her breasts when she opened her eyes and saw me.

I saw her smile, then she reached out and put her hand on the glass, sliding the door open slowly.

"Come on in." She said. "The water feels great."

"I have to pee." I said lamely, looking down at my dick, then back at her.

"You can do that in here. I'd like to watch." She said casually. "And I can help."

My feet moved on their own, taking a step toward the shower. 

She took a step back as I stepped into the shower, then moved up and pressed herself against me, her hand dropping down and wrapping around my cock in a loose grip.

"So how do you do it?" She asked, just holding my cock in her fingers.

"It's really just point and shoot." I said, looking down at her hand circling my cock.

"Okay, I'll point, you shoot." She giggled.

I tried to relax, not used to having anyone watch me pee, much less having them hold my dick while I did it. It took an effort of will to get the first drops to come out.

"That's it...you can do it." Tracy purred, pointing my cock at the floor, then, as the stream got stronger, moved it up so it was pointing at the wall and moved it in a slow circle.

I sighed happily. The combined sensations of relieving my bladder and her gentle grip on my cock were incredible.

"Wow, you really had to go, didn't you?" She giggled, moving my cock around, using it to paint patterns and designs on the wall.

"Yeah." I grunted as the stream tapered off, then trickled to a stop. "Oh shit, that always feels so good."

"Peeing, or having a hand on your cock." She whispered. She tightened her grip around me, and her hand started moving up and down in slow, lazy strokes.




The Big Girl Ch. 06



"Both." I said, turning to look at her and slipping my arm around her back. "But we're not going to..."

"That's okay, we don't have to fuck." She said, looking at me. "I just want to play with it a little bit, then I'll wash you, and after that, we can go see what Sarah wants to do with the rest of the day.

Her eyes gleamed as she squeezed my cock and said, "Think it might have anything to do with this?"

"Probably." I said, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back.

"It's okay, this is a one off." She said, stopping her movements, but not letting go of my cock. "We don't have to do anything else after today, we don't even have to do anything else today if you don't want to."

"That's the thing." I said. "I don't think I want it to be just a one off, and that scares me. I'm afraid of what it might do to..."

"We are heading into dangerous territory." She said softly as she let go of my dick and pushed me back against the wall. "But I know her, better than she knows herself sometimes. I know what signs to look for, and I think if we keep this out in the open, and we're honest with each other, we might be able to make it work."

"Keep your eyes closed, and just stand there." She said firmly. I felt a wash cloth on my shoulder, and sighed at the sensation. "Good boy. Just relax, and let me wash you. Don't think, just let it happen."

I stood there as she caressed me with the washcloth. She used light, irregular strokes as she moved it over my body. I winced as she ran it over my side, just over my ribs.

"I'm sorry." She said softly, her voice sounding far away.

"It's okay. My doctor said that two of them have clean breaks, and the tape needs to stay on for a couple more weeks. Three others have hairline fractures."

"This tape is fresh, and it looks waterproof." She said, and I felt her fingers touching it lightly. "I have some waterproof tape at the gym, I'll bring some over so we'll have it when we need to change it."

Her hand moved down over my stomach, then down over my hips on each side. My hips arched forward as she ran it over my pubes.

"Relax...I'm going to wash your dick now." She said softly, and I felt both of her bare, soapy hands on me. Her touch was soft and light, and she washed me quickly. She moved down and cupped my balls, her soapy fingers caressing them gently.

She pulled back, and I felt her hands moving down one leg. She was using the washcloth again, and the rough cloth felt good on my skin. She moved over to the other one, washing it quickly.

"Turn around." She told me, tugging on one leg. "Move your feet back and spread them. Lean against the wall like I'm frisking you."

I turned around and she washed my legs quickly, then moved up over my hips, lingering on the tight cheeks of my ass.

"Damn, you got a nice butt boy." She laughed as she moved higher. "Your whole body is tight and well muscled. I know we make a lot of noise about your dick, but you're the total package. My girlfriend did good finding your sweet little ass."

"Thanks." I laughed as she swept the washcloth over my back, then up onto my shoulders.

"That's it, you're done." She said, smacking me on the ass. "Rinse off, and let's go see what the girl wants to do today."

"Okay." I said, stepping under the spray. I rinsed off quickly, then shut off the water and stepped out of the stall. Tracy tossed me a towel, and I dried of quickly, then followed her out into the bedroom.

Sarah hadn't moved from where I left her, and I had to choke down a laugh when I heard her snoring softly.

"Let's let her sleep. She's out of it." Tracy said from behind me. "Let's go somewhere and talk. I'm enjoying spending time with you."

She grabbed her t-shirt off the bed and pulled it on as I grabbed a pair of jeans and a button down shirt, pulling them on as I followed her out the door.

"Kitchen." I said, grabbing her arm and leading the way.

I got the blender out and sat it on the counter, then got ice cream, half-n-half, a couple of bananas, an apple and three eggs from the fridge. I scooped out two big hunks of ice cream and dumped them in the blender, then turned it on as I poured in the half-n-half. As the mix turned slushy, I added a banana and the eggs, then chopped up the apple and tossed it in. I added a little more half-n-half and the other banana, then put the lid on and turn the speed up.

I grabbed a can of protein powder and chocolate syrup from the cabinet, and scooped six heaping scoops into the blender. I looked over at Tracy as I held the chocolate syrup over the blender.

"Light or dark?" I asked.

"Medium, but more on the dark side." She laughed. "But are you serious? Milkshakes for breakfast?"

"Protein shake, and it just has ice cream in it." I said, squeezing the syrup bottle over the blender. I kept squeezing till the color started to change, then sat the bottle down and turned the speed down. I counted to ten as I got glasses from the cabinet, then shut the blender off, and poured us both a glass.

I handed one to Tracy, and she took a small sip, her eyes lighting up.

"Wow, that is seriously good." She said, then took a bigger sip. "You can taste the apple and banana, but it still goes down like a milkshake."

"Nine hundred calories, twenty grams of protein, almost a third of the vitamins you need, and it only take five minutes to make." I told her as I sat down across from her. "One of my foster parents made up two blenders every morning, and sent us off to school on this stuff."

"You grew up in foster homes?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Eleven years, six different homes." I told her. "I was one of the lucky ones. I ended up with nice families. They weren't always the most affectionate, but none of them were ever mean to me, or beat me up."

"You know that me 'n Sarah are best friends, and love each other like sisters." Tracy said, looking over at me. "Did she tell you that we're uh...that sometimes we're more than friends?"

"Yeah, she did. And that's exactly how she said it, word for word."

"It's not an all the time thing." She said, smiling. "We only do it every couple of months. It's never planned, it just kind of happens. We usually just kiss and play with each other, neither of us is that into carpet munching...well, I kind of liked it, but Sarah never did."

"How did it start?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"The first time was right after her dad died, that was three years ago. We had just opened the Buckhead gym, Midtown had been running for about a year and was doing pretty good. She was devastated, he was her world, he inspired and supported her when she wanted to open a gym, and he made the whole thing possible."

She paused, taking a sip of her drink.

"One night, about a week after the funeral, she came into my room and asked if she could sleep with me. I told her sure, I was there for her, and would do anything she needed. She put her arms around me, and I knew right off the bat that this was different, something was going on."

"We laid like that for a little while, but she kept wiggling and squirming around, rubbing herself up against me. I put my hands on her ass, sliding them under her panties, and she pulled back, looking at me, then she said one word, 'please...'"

"So I made love to her." She said, smiling at the memory. "We both got into it, kissing, touching, and rubbing against each other. We both had a good time, and fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning, it was like nothing had happened, except that she was better. She seemed more focused. She still missed her dad, but she had climbed over the hump."

"A couple of months later, she asked if she could sleep with me again. I just lifted the sheet, and she slid right in with me. It was better that time, we both knew what was happening and we relaxed and enjoyed it. We learned alot about what we both liked that night."

"I initiated it the next time. I went into her room, she was sitting in bed reading, and I asked if she wanted some company. She looked at me for a minute, then pulled her t-shirt off and held her arms out to me. We made slow sweet love together all night long. We were still going at it when the alarm went off. That was the first night we ate each other."

"So, is this morning the first time you ever shared a guy?" I asked.

"Yeah, we'd never even talked about that till she met you." Tracy laughed, grinning at me. "But you made that happen. If you had put on some clothes, instead of coming in here waving that tube steak around, I don't think anything would have happened. I probably would have gone home, or to work, and we would have tried to get something going some other time."

"So last night was planned, the two of you wanted something to happen."

"I wouldn't call it planned." She laughed. "I'd call it an idea proposed with hopeful intent. She knows that I've been drooling over you, and she's been teasing the shit out of me, telling me that she might let me have a little taste...but I knew that you weren't really interested. You only have eyes for her."

She went on before I could say anything.

"You let me touch you, then suck your dick because you saw how bad she wanted it to happen." She said seriously. "If she hadn't been pushing, goading us into it, neither of us would have done anything. But she wanted it. I've never seen her that excited. She was getting off on what was happening right in front of her."

"What did you think about what happened?"

"I've never been that turned on in my life." She said softly. "When she was pumping my head up and down on your cock, I was cumming like crazy, and I wasn't even touching myself. Then when you started face fucking me, and I could hear her talking to you...just knowing that you were both using me for you pleasure, well you were doing it to please her...I went to a place I didn't even know existed. I think I had an actual out of body experience for a while. I'm glad it happened."

"Getting to play with your cock was really fun." She laughed. "I never really jerked a guy off before, and to have her kneeling beside me telling he what to do, and seeing how turned on she was made it so much better. I hope if we do it again she's as turned on as she was this morning, and does the same thing. That would be incredible."

There was a quirky smile on her face as she stood up and came around the table, stopping a few feet from me. She lifted the bottom of her t-shirt and drew it up over her slowly. She pulled it off over her head, letting it fall to the floor at her feet.

"You saw me naked in the shower." She said, standing with her hands resting lightly on her hips, one hip cocked out slightly. "But I don't think you really looked at me. I've seen you checking out my legs and my boobs, well, here's the whole package. What do you think?"

I couldn't talk, and I think my mouth was hanging open. Her body was spectacular. She looked to be 34D-25-36, but her tits only showed a hint of a sag, her belly was washboard flat with a rippling six pack. Her arms and legs were smooth and well defined, and her muscles looked ready to jump out from under her skin, eager to be displayed. She had a neat little landing strip over her pussy, and her pussylips were smooth, devoid of hair, looking freshly waxed.

"Fuck, Sarah's body is incredible, but you are spectacular." I managed to say, unable to take my eyes off of her. I remembered something she had done in the gym, and I grinned at her. "Pose for me, like you did at the gym."

She looked at me blankly, then started to smile. She spun suddenly, and as she came to a stop, she drew one leg up, knee bent, toes touching the floor as she raised her arms, every muscle on her body rippling sensuously. She went through half a dozen poses, holding each for thirty seconds or so, and my cock throbbed painfully as I watched her.

"She's so beautiful, isn't she?" Sarah whispered in my ear.

I nodded, not taking my eyes off of her.

"Will you come fuck her with me?" She asked softly, her lips brushing my ear. "I want to share what you make me feel with her. It would make me so happy if I could do that. She deserves to feel what true ecstasy is like." 

I nodded, watching as Tracy smiled at us, dropping into half squat, one knee bent, the other leg extended, her arms raised to shoulder level, bent at the elbow with her fists cocked out, making her biceps and triceps bulge. My eyes were locked between her legs, where her pussylips were spread wide, the fleshy inner lips protruding from the fuller outer lips. As I watched, a pearl of moisture dropped from between her legs and ran down her thigh. I didn't know if it was pussy juice or sweat, but it was sexy as hell.

Sarah walked around me, pulling off her t-shirt as she walked over in front of Tracy, holding out her hand. Tracy took it, and Sarah led her out of the kitchen, not even looking at me.

They were both stretched out on the bed, and if I thought they had been beautiful the night before, they made that pale in comparison now. Sarah was laying next to Tracy, running her hands slowly over her body. When she saw me come into the room, she pushed her legs wider apart, dropping her hand down between them. Her fingers spread the lips of her pussy as she looked up at me.

I don't remember taking off my clothes, but I was naked as I crawled up onto the bed, my eyes never leaving the gaping pink gash of Tracy's pussy. I was drawn to it, like a moth to a flame, and I settled between her legs, my face almost touching her as I looked up at Sarah.

"Do it." She said, moving closer, her fingers still holding her pussy open for me. "I want to watch you eat her pussy."

I dragged my tongue up the length of the slick wet slit, and I'm not sure which one of them moaned louder. I went berserk at the first taste, attacking her pussy with a feverish hunger like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Pushing her legs higher, I pressed them flat to the bed, making her ass arch up and present her cunt to my mouth like a glistening pink delicacy.

"Use your tongue, fuck her with your tongue and eat her like you eat me." I heard Sarah say, and I could feel her warm breath on my face. She had to be right next to me, but I didn't even look at her, as I sucked and slobbered, licked, lashed and laved my tongue over and into the musky tasting morsel filling my senses.

I could feel Tracy writhing under me, her ass humping up at me in a frenzy as I plastered my mouth to her pussy, sucking roughly as I stabbed my tongue in and out of her. I heard a scream, a long drawn out wail that went on and on.

"Oh god, she's cumming, baby!" Sarah moaned, her voice husky and grating. "Keep sucking her, eat her pussy and show her what it feels like when god reaches down and touches her soul."

I pulled back, reaching down and getting my hands under her, then flipped her over onto her tummy. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her ass toward me, spreading the fleshy mounds and plunging my face between them, my tongue slapping and slashing around the wrinkled bud of her asshole, then pressing up against it before wriggling slowly inside.

"OH MY FUCKING GAWD!!" She shrieked, her ass bucking back at me. "He...he's got his tongue in my ass!"

My hands spread her asscheeks wider, and my tongue snaked deep into her ass. I fucked it in and out, then pulled my head back and pushing down on her back as I raised up behind her.

My cock found her opening, and I slid smoothly into her on the slippery sheen of her juices. I buried my cock into her cunt in one long, slow stroke, stopping when I bottomed out and just held it there. 

Her head rocked back, and an ear splitting scream came from her as she started rocking back and forth, her ass pounding back against me, then pulling away, pumping back and forth in a frantic motion. I let her work off a couple of dozen strokes, then pulled out, grabbed her leg and flipped her over onto her back again.

I went right back to ravishing her pussy with my mouth, moving one hand under her and easing my fingers between her asscheeks. Pushing one finger against the puckered bud, I pressed it in to the first knuckle. I paused, letting her get used to it, as I kept up my frantic licking and sucking on her pussy. I started fucking my tongue in and out as I pushed my finger a little deeper into her ass, and when she humped down on it, I pushed it in as far as it would go.

Her hands came down on the back of my head, rocking her hips up and down at me. My face slid up and down through the sloppy wet trough, and my finger pumped in and out of her ass as she flung her ass up and down on it.

Raising up again, I hopped up onto my knees, grabbing my cock and pointing it at her cunt hole. The head slid right in, and I dropped down on top of her, resting on my forearms as my hips flew up and down, driving my cock into her in long, tip to root lunges. I fucked her frantically, loving the way her pussy sucked and spasmed, squeezed, quivered and milked around the throbbing shaft of my cock. 

I looked up at her face, and saw that her eyes were rolled up in her head, and Sarah was laying beside her, holding her, her hands running all over her tits and tummy, whispering in her ear.

I raised up and let my cock slip from her clasping cunt chute, then grabbed it and pressed the length of it down onto the gaping gash of her cunt, holding it there.

Her eyes shot open and she came up off the bed as a series of spasms swept over her. Her mouth opened, and she uttered a stream of gibberish, most of it gasping, gobbling and gurgling noises. The only intelligible word she got out was, 'HOT'.

Her eyes met mine as I leaned closer.

"Praise me." I said.

She just stared back at me, her eyes wide, the pupils completely covering the irises.

"Praise me." I said again as I started moving my hips, letting my cock slide up through the length of her pussy slit. The thick piss tube on the underside of my cock rode full length over her clit on the upstroke, then again on the backstroke. "Express your appreciation."

"Go...tha...Oh god...thank you. You are a god, my sex god. Thank you for pleasuring me. Thankyouthankyouthankyou...Iloveyou, please let me please you...I'll do anything, I'll be your slave, I'll..."

"Tell me what you want me to do to you..."

"Fuck me." She gasped, tears running down her cheeks. "Put that big beautiful cock back in me and fuck me till I die..."

Pulling back a little, I fit the head of my cock into her tight opening and pushed forward, letting my body drop onto hers at the same time.

"I can't do that pretty." I whispered, stroking in and out of her slowly, feeling her arms and legs wrap around me, clutching me tightly to her. "If I fuck you till you die, I'll never be able to fuck you again." 

I looked over at Sarah beside us as I said, "And I plan on fucking you every chance I get, for a long, long time..."

Sarah smiled as she nodded, then leaned close and kissed me on the cheek.

"Don't stop...she hasn't felt what you make me feel yet..." She said softly. "And if you want the truth, I really like watching you fuck her..."

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A little while later, we lay sprawled across the bed talking. Sarah had gotten a bucket of ice and a pitcher of water from the kitchen, and Tracy and I were emptying it fast.

"Holy shit!" Tracy laughed, struggling to sit up. She looked over at Sarah, her eyes still a little glassy. "Does he fuck you like that all the time?"

"No. He doesn't fuck me like that all the time." Sarah said, shaking her head. "I think he was showing off, and trying to impress you. But he makes me cum like that EVERY time."

"Fucking hell! No wonder you don't wanna get outta bed." Tracy laughed, looking over at me.

"How long did you fuck me? I know you ate me out for like, six months, but I don't remember if the fucking lasted a hundred years, or thirty seconds..."




The Big Girl Ch. 06



"Not quite two hours." Sarah laughed, smiling over at me. "He was throwing you all over the bed and pulling out all the stops, putting on quite the show. I was really proud of him."

"Two...fucking...hours..." Tracy said slowly. She stared at me, and her eyes narrowed, then she asked, "Where do you want it?"

"Want what?"

"The 'property of Brent' tattoo."

I crooked my finger at her, signaling her to come closer.

"It would be a shame to mar that magnificent body with something as mundane as a tattoo." I told her when she was kneeling next to me. "Just knowing that you feel it here," I said, tapping her lightly on the forehead, then moving my hand down to rest on the upper side of her breast, and adding, "And here, I'll be happy."

"How about here?" She asked, taking my hand and pulling it between her legs. "I definitely feel it here!"

"That's the easy one." I laughed, grinning at her. "It's the head and the heart that are hard to catch..."

She nodded, then looked over her shoulder at Sarah. 

"And you..." She said as she turned and crawled over to her, taking her in her arms and kissing her hungrily.

"You were right there with me." She said when she broke the kiss. "You crawled right inside my head with me, and it was like he was fucking both of us! You were sharing what he was making me feel, and telling me that it was okay, and that made it that much more intense."

"I just wanted you to feel what I've been feeling, sweetie." Sarah said softly, putting her arms around her and holding her tightly, but looking over at me. "It was important that you understand what he makes me feel. The pleasure I get from him wouldn't be the same without the love he puts into it. He wants me to feel unimaginable pleasure, and he makes it happen. That's why I've fallen so hard for him."

She raised Tracy up off of her, looking her in the eyes.

"He gave you some of that love, so he could take you someplace you'd never been before, and I wanted to be with you when it happened." She said softly. "He did it because he knew that I wanted him to pleasure you, and take you to the places he takes me."

"So, you're saying that it's not going to be that good every time?" Tracy asked, sounding disappointed

"No, but even if it isn't, it's still going to better than anything you had before." Sarah said. "But he feels something for you, so he's going to make it good for you, I promise. He knows how much I love you, and that's going to make him want to pleasure you, because he knows that that will please me."

"That sounds like fun." Tracy giggled

"It will be...Oh god, Tracy, wait till he cums inside you, and you feel all tha..."

"Whoa, time out, wait one goddamn minute." Tracy said, wriggling out of Sarah's arms and whirling around to look at me. "You didn't cum? Are you fucking kidding me? You fuck me into a coma and make me praise your prowess and then you don't even have the decency to cum with me?"

"I came." I said lightly, then wait a moment before continuing. "I just didn't shoot."

"You're lying. I could feel it, I felt you cumming in me..." She said, getting up on her knees and putting her hand between her legs. She slipped two finger up into her pussy, then pulled them out, looking at them with disbelieving eyes. "No...that's not possible. No guy can do that."

"He can." Sarah laughed. "He does it to me all the time. He fucks me till I can't think straight, and just holds it back and keeps on fucking me. I can see him fighting it, trying to keep from shooting, but he gets off on getting me...and now you, off. We are in the presence of a skilled, cunning cocksman sweet sister, and you need to learn to cherish him the way I do. He is a treasure beyond price, but only love will hold him. And that's a price I am happy to pay."

"Yeah, if you love me so much, why haven't you fed me yet, huh?" I laughed, rolling over to the side of the bed and sliding off.

Sarah grinned, then spread her legs slowly.

"Why didn't you say you were hungry?" She laughed, looking down at me as she spread the lips of her pussy with her fingers. "Dinner is served..."

(-)

Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and come back for Chapter Seven.



The Big Girl Ch. 07



In this chapter, Sarah and Tracy consider moving in, Sarah meets some more people from Brent's past, and we have some interesting couplings...enjoy.

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It was after three, but Sarah made breakfast food, bacon and eggs with hashbrowns. I made the croissants.

Tracy drank the rest of the protein shake with breakfast, Sarah and I split a pot of coffee.

Between the two of them, the girls polished off eight eggs, a dozen pieces of bacon, and seven croissants. I had two eggs and a piece of bacon. I only got one croissant, and I made them.

After we finished eating, Tracy wanted to go back to bed and play. Sarah nixed that idea, she want to talk about the house.

"Are you serious about us moving in with you?" She asked. "I mean both of us. We're kind of a package deal, as far as splitting rent, utilities and food go. We can talk about the benefit package later. If you just want me, I'm going to have to split my time between he..."

"Having both of you here is fine, and you don't have to worry about the utilities, I'll cover those. You get to cover food. The way you two eat, I'd be getting screwed if we split it three ways. I come out cheaper covering all the utilities."

"I think he just insulted us." Tracy laughed.

Sarah grinned at her, shaking her head. "Nah, he's right. He eats like a bird, it's pathetic."

She smiled at me as she said, "Seriously, what would our end of the rent be? If it's more than we're paying now, it might just be easier to stay where we are."

"You don't have to pay rent." I said. I paused, but before I could say anything else, they both started talking.

"No, we can't let you do that. We pay our own way, and we..." Sarah began.

"Yeah, you don't have to split it three ways either. You can pay half since you're getting equity, and we'll split the other half. That sounds fair doesn't it?" Tracy said, looking at Sarah, then at me.

"Yeah, that actually does sound fair." I said. "If we do that, you're end would be...nothing."

"No...this is a deal breaker. I..." Sarah said, her face flushing as she started getting angry.

"Stop. You're not hearing me." I said. "You want to know what your end of the mortgage would be if we split it three ways, fifty, twenty-five, twenty-five...I don't have a mortgage, so twenty-five percent of zero is zero, which means that your end would be nothing."

"I'm not offering you charity. If you want to give me something, give me two hundred bucks a month each for wear and tear on the house."

"You're saying that you don't have a mortgage on this place? You own it free and clear?" Tracy asked, glancing over at Sarah.

"Yeah. I paid cash when I bought it three years ago. It was a foreclosure." I told her. "I still have to pay property taxes and insurance, but that's less than five grand a year, combined."

"Still, even as a foreclosure, this place had to cost at least half a million bucks." Tracy said, staring at me. "Are you saying that you have that kind of money laying around?"

"No, I don't have that kind of money, and what I do have isn't laying around, most of it is invested...very wisely." I laughed. "The house actually cost a hundred and nine thousand when I bought it three years ago."

"So where did you get a hundred and ten grand to plunk down on a house? You got a rich uncle or something?" Tracy asked.

"Belinda's bag of money." Sarah said, her eyes going wide as she looked at me.

I grinned and nodded, trying not to laugh as Tracy looked back and forth between us in confusion.

"I had a friend a long time ago." I told Tracy. "She had a drug problem when I met her."

"You're talking about Dave's daughter." She said.

"Yeah, her name was Belinda." I said. "She stayed with me off and on for a while, and she brought a bag of clothes and another bag with her the last time she stayed. When I took her home, she took her clothes, but left the other bag in my closet. I don't know if she forgot it, or left it on purpose. I didn't find it till a year after she had died. I called Dave and told him about it, but he said he didn't want it, and told me to keep it. He said he didn't think Belinda would mind."

"So how much was in the bag?" Tracy asked.

"Two hundred and eighty thousand dollars."

"Holy shit, I was thinking it was twenty or thirty thousand, tops." Sarah said.

"So, how did you buy a house for a hundred and ten thousand dollars when you couldn't explain where the money came from? They...you know, the government, the IRS...looks for things like that." Tracy said.

"True. But if you start a foundation, and have a people make blind contributions to it, they don't look real close at where the money came from. You can spend the money any way you want, because the foundation owns the property, and it doesn't look like any one person is benefitting."

"Let's stop worrying about how he got the house, and start talking about us living in it with him." Sarah said, looking over at Tracy. "If we give him two hundred a month each for rent, then split food, that would be what, four-fifty, maybe five hundred a month each? That's less than a third of what we're each paying now."

"That apartment, with utilities, and food costs you fifteen hundred dollars a month each?" I asked, unwilling to believe what I was hearing.

"Yeah, a three bedroom apartment in that complex goes for seventeen hundred a month, then three hundred for gas and electric..." Tracy said.

"Start packing. Even it this goes downhill, you can live in the servants quarters out back." I laughed. "Somebody remodeled it as a guest house somewhere along the line. There's a kitchen, a good-sized living room, and six bedrooms. I'd let you live there for five hundred a month, utilities included."

"I think we ought to take that deal." Tracy laughed, looking at Sarah. "That way, if you fuck this up, we don't have to move very far."

"She's not going to fuck it up." I said, before Sarah could say anything. "I won't let her. But just so you'll feel comfortable, I'll draw up a lease for the servant's quarters out back. We'll make it for five years, at five hundred dollars a month. You'll be able to move out whenever you want with no penalty, but I can't kick you out unless you fail to meet the terms of the lease. That way, no matter what happens, you still have a safe, affordable place to live."

"That sounds good right now, but what if things change in a few months, or next year?" Sarah asked, looking over at me.

"I don't think anything is going to change." I smiled. "Except to get better. But even if we didn't work as a couple, I can't imagine not being friends with you. I've never felt as connected to anyone in my life as I do with you right now. And I try to take care of my friends."

"I was just kidding when I said you'd fuck it up, Sarah." Tracy said, getting up and going over to the fridge. She pulled out a coke and twisted the top off as she looked at us. "You two got it bad for each other, and I may be a little jealous, but I'm happy for you. If it'll make things easier, I'll take the deal on the house out back, and you two can do the happy little family thing."

"God, this is getting so real so fast." Sarah said, laying her head in the table.

"Love is like that sweetie." Tracy said, walking over and sitting beside her. She put her arm around her and leaned down, kissing her on the cheek. "But be honest, what do you want to do, stay in our comfortable little apartment and you two trade off spending the night with each other? Or move into this huge freeking house with a guy you know loves you, and wants to take care of you, so he can fuck your brains out whenever you want?"

"What about you?" Sarah asked her, not looking up from the table.

"If you want the truth, I want to move in here with you guys so I can fuck your brains out whenever you want too." Tracy said.

"Really?" Sarah said, finally looking up at her. "You want to..."

"Yeah, I kinda like our sleepovers, sweetie." Tracy laughed. "I like touching and feeling you, and uh...I think I could even get to like carpet munching if I got a little more practice..."

"We do have fun, don't we?" Sarah laughed, then sobered as she looked at Tracy. "But I uh...I don't think I want to do..."

"Listen, when you shared your little boy toy, and crawled inside my head with me, that was the best sex I ever had. And I want more of that." She continued. "I think what we're talking about is worth a little risk. We risked it all when we opened the gyms, and that turned out okay. I'm ready to risk it all again if you get to be happy."

"But what about you?" Sarah asked. "I want you to be happy too."

Just then, my phone rang, vibrating on the table and both girls looked at me. It rang a second time, and Sarah reached over and turned it toward her.

"It says Dr. Elliot." She said, sliding it over to me as the phone rang a third time. "Answer it, it might be important."

"I know what it's about." I said. "I'll call him later."

"No, you won't, answer it now." She said, reaching over and hitting the answer icon, then picking up the phone and holding it out to me. She lifted one eyebrow as she looked at me.

"As my goddess commands." I said under my breath, lifting the phone to my ear.

"Hey Tim, what's up?" I asked, looking down at the table.

"He calls his doctor by his first name?" Tracy asked quietly.

"Shhhh, it might be important..." Sarah said, just a quietly.

"Hey buddy, I haven't heard from you about dinner." Tim laughed. "Beth really wants to meet this girl of yours, she..."

"I uh...I haven't had a chance to do anything about that yet." I said, turning my back to the table and lowering my voice.

I could hear Beth in the background, and Tim's voice got soft like he was holding the phone away from his mouth. Suddenly, Beth's voice got louder, then she was on the phone.

"Brent Cochran, you listen to me." She said, loud enough to make me move the phone away from my ear. "I've known you since you were twelve years old, and if what Tim says is true, I want to meet this girl. Tonight. And I'm not going to take no for an answer."

"Oh god." I muttered, bringing the phone back to my ear.

I saw movement in front of me, and when I looked up, I saw Sarah looking down at me.

"Is she talking about me?" She asked.

I nodded, but before I could say anything, she held out her hand. I just looked at it, then up at her face. She had a sly smile on her face.

I put the phone in her hand and watched as she brought it to her ear.

"Hi, this is Sarah...who is this?" She said lightly.

She listened for a moment, then laughed and said, "Yeah, I am, and yeah, we really met like that...really...I'm going to have to have a little chat with him about talking about me that way..."

She walked across the kitchen, laughing and chatting casually. Tracy giggled and leaned close to me and said, "Ooooohh, you are sooooo going to get it! And I don't mean lovin', studly!"

"I've never been to any of those places, so why don't you pick?" Sarah was saying as she paced back and forth. "Well, Brent says those are dressy places, so should I wear a skirt, or would slacks and a blouse be okay?"

"Yeah, seven is fine, we'll meet you there." She said finally. "I'm looking forward to meeting you too hon...okay, see you soon."

"Why didn't you tell me that your brother and sister wanted to meet me?" She asked as she hung up the phone and turned toward me.

"They're my foster brother and sister, from different homes." I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Beth is two years older than me, and Tim is four...I introduced them..."

"So why didn't you tell me that they wanted to meet me?" She asked, stepping over and handing me my phone.

"Because I just saw Tim yesterday, and he said to call him later in the week." I laughed. "I should have known that Beth wouldn't want to wait..."

"Well, they want us to go to dinner with them tonight." She said as she pulled a chair away from the table and turned it so she was facing me. "But there's something else we need to talk about...stand up."

"Hey, I said it..."

"I don't care." She said, looking at me steadily. "Stand up, and drop your pants."

"Why?" I asked.

"You'll see, now do it."

I got to my feet, watching her closely as I started to open my pants.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

She looked across the table at Tracy and said, "Would you give us a minute? Brent and I need to talk."

"Not it you're going to do what I think you are, I'm not!" Tracy laughed, grinning at both of us.

I couldn't see Sarah's eyes, but Tracy sobered quickly and nodded, then got to her feet and walked out of the room.

"Come on, we don't have all night. We have to start getting ready if we want to be there on time." She said. She patted her legs and looked up at me. "Now drop your pants and come over here."

"You're not really going to..." I began, but she cut me off.

"Yes, I am." She said, reaching over and grabbing the front of my shirt. She jerked me over in front of her, and before I could stop her, she had me laying out over her legs. Her hands were pushing my jeans down as she asked, "What did you tell Tim you got hit by?"

"A...a freight train." I said quietly, looking back at her over my shoulder. "I didn't me..."

"What kind of freight train?" She asked, grabbing the back of my head and turning me away from her.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me. What kind of freight train did you tell him you got hit by?"

"I don't...oh shit..."

"That's right, now tell me."

"A...a two hundred plus pound freight train..."

"A two...SMACK...hundred...SMACK...PLUS...really loud SMACK...pound...SMACK...freight train...SMACK!" She said, her voice a chilly rumble.

She wasn't playing, she was bringing her hand down on my ass in powerful openhanded slaps that rang through the room. She delivered a dozen more blows, and my asscheeks were burning before she stopped.

"You told someone I don't even know, how much I weigh?" She asked, panting from the exertion of spanking me. "How could you?"

"I didn't thi..."

"No, you didn't, and that hurts, baby." She said, lifting me off her lap and putting me on my feet. That display of strength surprised me more than the spanking. "You need to apologize, and make it up to me."

"I'm sor..."

"Not yet." she said, getting to her feet. She pulled her t-shirt up around her hips and slid up onto the table and laid back, planting her feet on two chairs as she let her legs rock wide. She raised up on her elbows, looking down her body at me. "You need to pleasure your goddess, and beg her forgiveness."

"Can I watch this part?" I heard Tracy ask from the doorway.

"No, go to your room!" Sarah barked.

"I uh...don't have a room yet." Tracy said haltingly.

"Then go up to the third floor and pick which room you want to be your bedroom." Sarah said, looking down at me. "And don't come back until I tell you!"

"Yes, Mom." Tracy whined as she started to stomp off. "It's not fair, I never get to have any fun!"

"Kiss me here." She said, touching a spot halfway up the inside of her thigh.

I leaned in, but just before my lips touched her, I felt her hand on my forehead.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" She asked, looking down at me.

I looked up at her and saw her trying not to smile.

"Will you forgive me my goddess?" I asked.

"Not yet." She said, moving her hand off my head. "You still have to earn it."

I kissed her thigh lightly, then followed her hand over to the other thigh. I kissed it gently, then watched as her finger moved slowly up her leg.

"Follow my finger with your tongue." She said, her voice getting softer, and huskier.

She dragged her finger slowly up the inside of her leg, up through the crease where her leg joined her body, then up around the outer edge of her pubes, and down her other leg.

I could smell her excitement, but I let her do what she wanted. This was her show.

Leaning up, she brought both hands down and put them on either side of my head.

"Keep your mouth closed, and follow as I lead you."

"As my goddess commands." I said softly.

Drawing my head forward, she started scrubbing it back and forth over the short, bristly hairs covering her mound. Her hips arched up and she moved me all around, finally settling into an up and down motion that had my lips and nose moving between the fleshy inner lips of her pussy.

I could hear her panting, and her juices were coating my face as she rubbed herself off on me. I think she was close to cumming when she pushed me away.

"Do you want to kiss my pussy?" She asked in a breathy voice. "Do you want to taste the nectar you've aroused in your goddesses loins?"

"I wish to do only what my goddess desires." I moaned, staring at her pussy.

"Suck on my pussylips, worship them." She said as she drew my face toward the cream coated lips of her pussy. "Show your goddess your repentance for your sins."

I glanced up at her when she said that, but her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell steadily as she panted for breath.

I drew one of her pussylips into my mouth when I got close enough, and started sucking and nibbling on it lightly, then let it slip from my mouth as she guided me to the other one. She kept moving my mouth back and forth, pulling my face harder against her as I worked them over more aggressively.

"Pu...put your tongue between them, an...and suck on...both of them to...together." She panted, humping her pussy up at my mouth as she pulled me against her.

I eased my tongue between her pussylips as I sucked both of them into my mouth. I let it fuck in and out between them as she pumped my head up and down, her movements steadily gaining speed.

"Do...do you regret your sins?" She gasped, pulling my face against her creaming cunt mound.

"Ess mah hoohhess." I mumbled into her pussy slit.

"Pu...put your to...tongue in my pussy...sh...show me how sorry you...are." She grunted.

Pushing her pussylips aside with my tongue, I plunged my tongue as deep as it would go inside her.

"YESSSSSS!" She exhaled, her ass rising off the table as she held my mouth tight against the spasming opening of her pussy. "Worship your goddess and beg her forgiveness by pleasuring her!!" 

She ground my face into her crotch as I drove my tongue as deep as it would go inside her, sweeping it around the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance. I knew she loved it when I paid attention to that spot, so I lavished all my energy on it.

One of her hands left my head, and I felt her fingers brushing across my forehead. Glancing up, I saw her fingers working frantically over her clit as I fucked her with my tongue.

Seconds later, she jerked my head away, and I looked up just in time to see a stream of liquid spurt from the top of her pussy slit and hit me in the face.

"Your goddess forgives you!" She shouted, pulling my head roughly back between her legs. Her fingers kept up their tormented tattoo on her clit, and I got my mouth open just in time to take the second spurt in my mouth. "Take the blessing of your goddesses spend sinner! Bathe in the bounty of your goddess, and swear to sin against her never more!"

She was lost in her own world by this point, so I plastered my lips against her spasming hole, sucking as hard as I could, jamming my tongue deep inside her at the same time.

She writhed mindlessly under me, her legs beating against my head as they rocked open and closed, her ass arching up off the table than slamming back down, making it shudder under her weight.

I'm not sure how long it went on, but finally, she pushed me away and collapsed on the table, gasping for breath. After a few minutes, she spoke, not moving from her sprawled out position.

"Clean me." She said softly. "Lick up the evidence of my pleasure."




The Big Girl Ch. 07



"As my goddess commands." I said, trying not to smile.

I started at her knee, running my tongue slowly up the length of her thigh, swishing it back and forth as I worked my way upward. When I reached the hairlined lips of her pussy, I moved to the other side and did the same thing. When I reached her pussy this time, I ran my tongue lightly over the bristly hairs on each side, then moved between them.

I licked lightly, gathering up every droplet of her juices from her. She sighed, pushing me away gently.

"That's enough." She said, lifting her head to look at me. "Go take a shower, I'll be with you in a few minutes." She paused, looking at me steadily.

"Do you love me?" She asked.

"Yes. I live to worship my goddess." I said, a smile slowly spreading across my face.

"But do you love ME?" She asked.

"I'm not going to say this again." I told her as I held out my hand. "I love Sarah, and I love you, my goddess. You're the same person. So when I say goddess, you can hear Sarah if you want...because you are a goddess, my goddess...don't ever stop believing that."

She nodded as she took my hand and let me pull her up, then slid off the table. I put my arm around her and guided her to the bathroom so I could get her cleaned up.

(-)

Sarah and Beth hit it off as soon as they met. Beth's loud, brash manner brought out Sarah's boisterous side. 

At five-four, Beth barely came up to the middle of Sarah's chest. She laughed and looked at me when she released her from the bear hug she'd greeted her with.

"Wow, I bet you love playing with these sweater puppies, huh Brent?" She laughed, looking Sarah up and down. "But she's got the frame to carry them. God, I am so jealous!"

Tim had a reservation at Bones, and after the valets had taken our cars, we went inside. Sarah was amazed that we were led right to a table, but Beth made a fuss about being too close to the kitchen, and talked the maitre'd into moving us to the back room. That got Sarah's attention, because at the table on one side of us, there was a well-known morning talk radio host holding court, and on the other, a group of politicians were brokering deals.

I would have preferred the original table, because there was a constant stream of traffic to both tables that got annoying after a while.

The high point of the evening for me was the reaction Sarah got when we entered. She was wearing a pair of black slacks that were loose on her legs, but hugged her ass like a second skin. I passed on the white shirt she'd wanted to wear, and had her just wear the vest that matched her slacks. It was unbuttoned halfway, and she was braless under it. Her tits pushed the top open, and her cleavage was prominently displayed. Every eye in the place was on her as we were led to our table.

Beth and Sarah sat next to each other, and ended up splitting the Dry Aged Porterhouse for two, Tim had the Bone-in Ribeye, burned black as usual, which is really a waste of a good steak, and I had the Bone-in Filet.

Beth surprised Sarah by eating her share of the porterhouse while packing away a sampling of everyone's sides, along with a stuffed baked potato. When she ordered the Dark Chocolate Torte with vanilla whipped cream and raspberry coulis, AND the Mountain High Pie for dessert, Sarah knew she had met her match.

Sarah sat enraptured as Beth and Tim regaled her with stories of our childhood, and she peppered them with questions, pressing for details. I wanted to crawl under the table when Beth told her about the night she took our virginity, and almost got caught by Rosie. She had snuck into my room and announced that we had been virgins long enough, then proceeded to remedy the situation. She was hiding on the floor next to my bed when Rosie opened the door to look in on me, and was back on top of me as soon as the door closed.

All too quickly, the evening was over, and we made our goodbyes. Beth made Sarah promise to bring me over for dinner soon, and Sarah made her promise to bring Tim over once she got settled in the house. Tim looked at me when he heard about Tracy, but didn't say anything. I knew I'd hear about it later.

(-)

"Oh my god, that was so much fun!" Sarah laughed as she took off her vest, then slipped off her slacks. "All the stories they told were so funny! And I feel like I know you alot better, now that I know a little more of your history."

She stood with her hands on her hips wearing just her thong.

"I'm glad you had a good time." I said as I hung up my suit. "I was worried that Beth might be a little much the first time you met her."

"Oh, I knew I'd like her as soon as I started talking to her earlier." She laughed, coming over and helping me pull my shirt off. "She's so vibrant and energetic!"

"I think of her as loud and obnoxious." I said lightly. "But I've known her half my life. I'll let you make your own decision about her."

"She's loud, I'll give you that." She laughed. "But that's one of the things I liked about her. She's alot like Tracy, just cranked up a couple of notches."

"A couple?" I laughed, grabbing a t-shirt from the closet. "Try twenty or thirty..."

"Don't put that on." She said, nodding at the t-shirt. "I decided that your apology wasn't sufficient, and I want you to..."

"No, my apology was more than sufficient for my minor indiscretion in mentioning your weight to Tim." I said, wadding the t-shirt up and tossing it back in the closet. "But it you want to fuck, we're going to do it my way."

"What's this? Rebelling against your goddess?" She laughed, folding her arms across her chest, so her breasts rested on them.

"No, just getting back on equal footing with my lover." I said, opening a drawer on the bureau and pulling out a handful of scarves. "I'm going to pleasure you, but we're going to do it my way. Now lie on the bed and get comfortable."

"What do you have in mind?" She asked, not noticing the scarves in my hand. She took her thong off and sat on the side of the bed, then slid over into the center and stretched out.

"I'm going to tie you up." I said, grabbing one of her wrists and wrapping a scarf around it.

"You're...no...I don't want you to..."

"This is purely symbolic." I said, moving her arm up so it was over her head and about a foot off to one side. I slipped the scarf around a post on the headboard, then brought the end down and laid it across her palm and closed her fingers over it. "You have control. You can decide if you want to be tied up or not. All you have to do is let go, and move your arm."

Climbing over her, I did the same thing to her other arm. 

"You're going to act like you can't get away." I said as I slid up so I was kneeling over her. "You're going to surrender your will to me, and let me do anything I want to you."

What I didn't tell her, was that after a while, the other girls I had done this with had started to believe that they were really tied up. They had struggled and pulled against the restraints, but it never occurred to them to open their hands so they could get free.

"Raise your head." I told her, holding a scarf between my hands. "I'm going to blindfold you."

She looked up at me, her eyes already a little glassy, and raised her head without saying anything.

I folded the scarf in half diagonally, then folded it into a three-inch wide strip that I laid over her eyes. I wrapped it behind her head and brought the ends around and tied them loosely in the front.

"You're my prisoner, and I'm going to torture you with pleasure." I said softly as I moved off of her and slid off the bed. "There's nothing you can do to stop me. Go ahead and try. Those cuffs are chained to hooks mounted on the bedframe. There's no way you can get free."

A whimper came from her throat as she tugged on the scarves. I noticed that she had the scarves wrapped around her hands, and her hands were clenched into fists.

"What are you going to do to me, you bastard?" She asked softly.

"I already told you, I'm going to torture you." I said as a walked over to the door. I turned off the overhead light, and turned the can lights at the corners of the bed up halfway so the room was dimly lit. "But I need to get a few things from the kitchen, so don't go anywhere."

"Wait!" She said, raising her head off the pillow. "You can't just leave me here like this!"

"Yes, I can...and I will." I said as I walked out the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

I went into the kitchen and grabbed my phone off the counter, dialing Tracy's number as I got a bowl out of the cabinet and filled it with ice. She picked up as I pulled down a sippy cup with a flexible straw and started filling it from the tap.

"Hey, I thought you guys were home." She laughed. "Why didn't you just yell?"

"Because I don't want Sarah to know I'm talking to you." I said, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a few things. "If you want to play, come downstairs, but be very quiet. I have to know one thing before you say anything else."

"What's that?" She asked.

"How serious were you about wanting to practice your carpet munching?" I asked, using her expression.

She was quiet for a long moment, and her voice was soft and husky when she answered. "I'll be right down."

"Wait...if you have any toys with you, bring them." I said quickly. "Just a vibrator will do."

"I'm halfway down the stairs, and I have it in my hand, I figured we'd need it." She giggled. "It's my favorite, her's too. I keep it in my go bag."

I heard her come into the kitchen, and pointed at the bowl of ice and the cup of water as I peeled a banana, then started cutting up an orange. 

"What's happening?" She asked as she picked up the bowl and the cup. She was naked under a loose men's tanktop that came down halfway down her thighs. 

"You'll see in a minute." I said as I put the fruit on a plate and grabbed the bottles I'd set out. "Come on, I want to make sure she hasn't moved. Don't talk, I don't want her to know you're there."

She nodded, and followed me as I walked out of the kitchen.

Sarah was still stretched out in the middle of the bed, the scarves still around her wrists. She had drawn her legs up, and she was squirming on the bed as she rubbed them against each other.

"Bad girl." I said as I sat the plate and bottles on the end of the bed, then grabbed her ankles and jerked them apart. I grabbed a couple more scarves off the bed and wrapped them around her ankles, tying them loosely and letting the ends lay on the bed as I pushed her knees apart. 

"I didn't think I'd have to tie your legs down so soon.' I said, then brought my hand down onto her pussy in an openhanded slap.

"Oh god...please don't. I'll...I'll be good, just don't hurt me." She whispered

"I don't believe you." I said, bringing my hand down onto her pussy again as I moved up beside her. "I told you to lie here and wait till I got back."

"I don't...I didn't...I was just..."

"It's okay, it's exciting, but a little frustrating not being able to touch yourself, isn't it?" I said as I sat on the bed beside her. "It must be driving you mad to have to depend on someone else you give you even the tiniest of touches."

"Oh god, yes! You can't imagine..."

"Actually, I can." I said softly, taking the top off a bottle of Texas Pete's hot sauce. I got a drop on my finger, and spread it slowly over the tip of one nipple, then around her areole. "I've been where you are, and experienced what's going to happen to you..."

"Did...did you like it?"

"Do you like it?" I asked, waiting for her to notice the hot sauce.

"I...I think..." She paused, her mouth forming a frown as she started to squirm on the bed. "What did you put on my nipple?"

"Jalapeno juice." I said lightly, looking over at Tracy. She grinned back at me, then pulled her tanktop over her head and dropped it on the floor. "How does it feel?"

"It...warm...and I think it's...it is, it's starting to burn..."

"Does it hurt?" I asked, getting another drop on my finger and spreading it over her clit.

"N...no, it's not bad...did you just put some on my clit?"

"Yes. Your nipple and your clit are the same kind of tissue, but your clit is much more sensitive. I think you'll start to feel the burn there in a minute or so."

"I can feel it already..."

"Tell me if it gets uncomfortable." I said, leaning down and licking her nipple. I got it wet, then blew on it.

She groaned and arched her back, trying to force her nipple into my mouth.

"It...it's getting hotter...stop...don't blow on it like that..."

"Did you like watching Tracy suck my dick?" I asked.

"Yes...it's starting to hurt...make it stop..."

"I'd like to watch her eat your pussy." I said as I picked up an orange slice and squeezed it over her nipple, then ran it gently over the stiff nubbin, then her areole. She sighed, and her body relaxed as the acids in the cool liquid quenched the fire on her nipple. 

"Open your mouth." I said as I moved the orange slice up over her face. I ran the orange over her lips, then eased it between her teeth. "Suck on it, don't bite. Just suck the juice out..."

"Tracy wants to eat your pussy, would you let her do that for us?" I asked. "I'd really like to see her do it."

She nodded, and Tracy moved over between her legs. Sarah stiffened when she felt her hands on the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart.

"Oh my god!" She gasped, spitting the orange out. "Is she here?"

"I'm here sweetie, and I want to lick your juicy little pussy for you." Tracy said in a husky whisper. "God, you look so hot all tied up and helpless like that. You must really like it...your pussy is really wet, and the lips are so swollen. Tell me you want me to lick it for you, and make you cum..."

"Oh fuck, I didn't expect this." She moaned as a shiver ran through her.

"I really want to eat you Sarah. God, you smell so fucking good. It's making my mouth water." Tracy moaned, her face less than an inch from the hairlined lips of her pussy. "Please tell me you want it."

"Do it!" Sarah gasped, arching her hips up at her.

Tracy's mouth met her halfway, and they both moaned as her mouth came in contact with Sarah's pussy. Tracy attacked Sarah's pussy, licking and sucking hungrily, making loud slurping and sucking noises. Her fingers spread the lips of her pussy, and she plastered her mouth to it, her tongue moving over the swollen inner lips, then darting up inside, then lashing over the lips again.

"Tell me what to do." She panted, pulling back suddenly, looking up at her. "Tell me what you want, I want to make it good for you, baby."

"Do what you were doing...it all feels so good!" Sarah groaned. "Please...oh god, eat me Tracy! I need to feel your mouth on my pussy!"

Tracy dove back in, licking and sucking in a frenzy. There was no technique, just unbridled enthusiasm.

I watched for a few minutes, then slid over and threw my leg over Sarah, settling on her belly and pushing her tits around my cock.

"NO!" she grunted before I could start stroking. She twisted her upper body, trying to dislodge me as she said, "Fuck her! Fuck her while she eats me!"

"Mmmm hmmm!" Tracy grunted into her pussy, agreeing with the sentiment.

"As my goddess...goddesses...command..."

I slid off the bed and moved around behind Tracy. She was up on her knees between Sarah's legs, so I knelt down and pressed my face into the clean shaven slit of her pussy. She moaned, pushing her pussy back at my mouth as I licked and sucked at her juice dripping hole for a couple of minutes, then let out a whimpering moan when I dragged my tongue up the crack of her ass.

Spreading the firm, fleshy mounds with my fingers, I started licking and sucking at her asshole. She pushed back at me, and I pressed my tongue into the wrinkled pink ring. She moan again, louder this time, and humped her ass back at me even harder.

"Is he fucking you?" Sarah asked when she heard Tracy moaning, her ass lifting off the bed, trying to grind her pussy into Tracy's mouth.

"No...he...he's licking my asshole again." Tracy panted, pulling her mouth away for a moment. She took in several deep breaths, then moved her hand up, easing two fingers into Sarah's pussy.

"Oh god, that's so good." Sarah moaned. "Lick my clit...put another finger in and lick and suck on my clit...oh fuck, it feels so good..."

"In a minute." Tracy told her, then looked back over her shoulder as she spoke to me. "Stick your tongue up my butt again you nasty little fucker. Tongue fuck my asshole...rim me...oh fuck, that feels soooooo good..."

She dropped her head back between Sarah's legs, and I could feel her arm pumping back and forth. She grunted when I stiffened my tongue and drilled it up her ass.

I heard a buzzing sound, then felt her hand on mine, pushing it off her asscheek. At the same time I heard Sarah let out a long, loud wailing moan. Tracy's other hand grabbed mine and guided it up between her legs, then moved up to hold her butt cheek open for me.

I eased two fingers into her pussy as I drilled my tongue in and out of her ass. Keeping my fingers buried inside her, I let her fuck herself on them, twisting them back and forth as she humped her pussy onto them. I could feel her clasping cunt channel squeezing my fingers, and after a few minutes, I decided that I had to feel that on my cock.

I got to my feet and wrapped my hand around my cock, guiding it between her legs. Her pussy was already pushing back at me as I got the head in, and I slid balls deep into her in one long, powerful plunge.

"FFFUUUUCCKKKK MMMMEEEEEEE!!" She screamed, her ass slamming back at me as she got her arms under her and started rocking back and forth as hard and as fast as she could. "CCCUUUUMMMMMIIINNNGGGG!!"

I grabbed her hips and held on, letting her fuck herself on my cock. Her cunt was clenching and squeezing around my cock, and I could feel fluttery spasms along the length of my cock as she came on me. 

She fucked back at me frantically, and less than a minute later collapsed on top of Sarah, her face buried in her stomach. My cock was jerked roughly from her pussy, and I watched it bounce up and down, throbbing and twitching, strings of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

I climbed up on the bed and pushed her out of the way, getting between Sarah's legs. My cock slid into her, and I started fucking her, driving into her roughly. I slid my arms under her, reaching up to grab her shoulders to pull her down toward me as I plowed my cock into her.

Sarah's head rocked back and forth as I pounded my cock into her, but I pressed my mouth to hers, driving my tongue down her throat. She kissed me back just as roughly, her ass lifting up off the bed to meet my strokes.

"Oh god." I groaned as I felt my balls pull up under the base of my cock.

"Do it! Cum in me...cum for your goddess!" Sarah grunted, writhing wildly under me. Her ass was bouncing up and down off the bed, and my hips smacked into hers every time it did. My cock throbbed and swelled inside her, and I threw my head back and screamed as I started shooting.

It hurt. 

Bad.

The first spurt felt like molten lead moving up my cockshaft, shooting out in a gut clenching stream into the deepest part of Sarah's pussy. The second, third and fourth spurts came so close together, it felt like my cock was being split in two by all the jizz clogging it.

Raising up, I pulled my cock from her and got my hand around it, jerking on it roughly, watching as two thick knots of cum spat out, one hitting the underside of her breast, the other leaving a pasty white trail across her stomach. The next burst drooled out in a thick gooey string that puddled in her pubes.

"Let me do it, you're going to hurt yourself." I heard Tracy whisper in my ear. I felt her hand wrap around my cock, then felt her other hand slip under me and cup my balls. I buried my face in her shoulder, sobbing as she stroked my cock and milked my balls gently, working the last of it out of me with firm, gentle strokes. "Shhhh, it's gonna be okay, baby. Just let it happen...that's right, just a little more, it's almost over...that's a good boy..."




The Big Girl Ch. 07



I gasped and panted into her shoulder, and she moved her hand off my balls and brought it up around my back, holding me to her.

"What's happening?" I heard Sarah ask. "Is he crying? Is he okay?"

"He's fine sweetie." Tracy said, running her hand up and down over my back as she kept up her slow, gentle stroking on my cock. "Just a little ball clog. His balls made more cum than his dick wanted to handle, and it hurt coming out. But he's gonna be just fine, we're gonna take good care of him."

"Somebody untie me...I want to..."

"Open...your hands." I said panted, leaning back and looking down at her.

"What? I...oh..." She said, realizing that she was restraining herself. When she opened her hands, the scarves slipped free and she brought her hands down, pushing the blindfold off, then moved them down and ran her fingers through the wads of cum on her belly.

Tracy guided me down onto the bed, laying beside me, holding me to her. I clutched at her as I caught my breath. I felt Sarah move over behind me, enclosing me in a warm, fleshy cocoon between them, and that's the last thing I remembered until early the next morning.

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"You feeling better, studly?" I heard Tracy ask as I shifted on the bed. I felt her breath on my ear, and I turned my head toward her, nodding as I buried my face between her tits. It was still dark, and I had no idea what time it was.

"Good, I'm betting that's never happened to you before." She said softly, running her hand lightly over my hip. "It used to happen all the time to a guy I dated for a while. He said it was because his balls produced more sperm than there was seminal fluid to mix with, so it was really thick when it came out. He used to shoot off in clumps...that's what you were doing last night."

"I...I'm glad you knew what to do." I whispered into her breasts. "It really hurt at first, but when you started..."

"Ssshhhhhh...don't think about it." She said in a soothing voice. "I don't think it's going to happen again, but I'll tell your goddess what to watch for, and tell her what to do."

She laughed softly, leaning down to kiss me on my forehead.

"Thank you for calling me a goddess by the way...but don't do it again." She said. "I don't think she liked hearing you say that."

"When did I do that?" I asked.

"I'm not sure exactly when it happened. I think she told you to do something, and you said, 'as my goddess...goddesses...command...', or something like that. I thought it was cute, but she mentioned it after you went out."

"Was she mad?"

"She wasn't mad, but she wasn't happy about it." She yawned. "Just don't do it again, and I think you'll be okay...now, why don't you go back to sleep, the alarms not going to go off for a couple more hours."

"As my goddess commands..." I said softly.

She laughed and put her arms around me, and I fell asleep like that a few minutes later.

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Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and come back for Chapter Eight, coming soon.

I'd really like to thank everyone for the comments. The positive feedback is making this series even more fun to write.



The Big Girl Ch. 08



I've been having a good time with this story, so I hope you have fun reading it. 

I'm getting some good feedback, please keep it up...hearing I'm doing well helps me do better.

In this chapter, The girls move in, everyone has fun, with some interruptions...and something interesting happens...(don't ask me how it happened. I looked away for a second, and when I looked back, the words were on the screen...I think Sarah did it.)

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Over the next couple of weeks, the girls moved alot of their clothes and personal stuff into the house, mostly the things they used all the time. My closet was no longer my own. I fixed that by going to Ikea and getting a closet system loaded with rods, shelves, baskets and drawers. Sarah had a great time putting it together with me, and loved how easy her clothes were to get to.

Sarah was living with me full-time, and Tracy was spending more than half her time at the house. It was nice to have them there, they made my house feel like a home.

About three weeks after we agreed they should move in, Tracy told me that she had picked out a room on the third floor she wanted use as her bedroom, but asked if we could knock out the wall between it and the room next to it so she'd have more space. I agreed, the rooms up there were on the small side, but I told her I didn't know when I could get to it. She said that was fine, and left me with a drawing of what she wanted in the new space.

She also told me that she wanted the whole third floor, saying that it would be like having her own apartment up there. I didn't care, I never did anything up there anyway, but I thought it was nice that she wanted to give us some privacy.

I couldn't have been more wrong about that. 

She camped out in the Princess suite when she stayed over, because we hadn't moved any of their furniture yet, so it just made sense for her to set up in there. She didn't spend much time there though. 

She spent most of her time in bed with us. She would just walk in on me and Sarah, usually while we were making out. Okay, I'll admit that that was most of the time, so she had lots of opportunities, but she had no grasp of the concepts of knocking, or personal boundaries, and just took it for granted that she was welcome to join us anytime she wanted.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed fucking Tracy. Sarah didn't seem to mind, so I kept my mouth shut about it. But it still bothered me. I was in love with Sarah, but couldn't seem to say no when Tracy joined us in bed. I know, I would have to be stupid to turn down what I was being offered, but I did draw a line for myself. I never had sex with Tracy alone. Sarah always had to be there. 

They put in their notice on their apartment, and decided on a move date, and put up signs at both gyms asking for help the following weekend. At ten o'clock that Saturday morning, there were twenty pickup trucks and thirty guys and girls waiting outside their apartment.

Tracy sent me off to get beer and food while she and Sarah coordinated everything. I had been back at the house for a little over an hour when trucks started pulling into the driveway.

Luckily, the beer was already on ice, and I had called Tim and Beth to come over to help. They had two grills set up in the backyard and had ribs cooking on both, with burgers and hot dogs ready to go on.

Tracy took up a position at the gate, directing each truck to the house, or the servant's quarters around back, depending on the load. 

Sarah stationed herself on the front porch with a floor plan of the second and third floors, pointing out what room each item or box was going to.

Tracy was in the bed of the last truck as it pulled around the house, and she hopped out, directing people as they started unloading and moving stuff into the servant's quarters. 

The last box was unloaded just before two, and people started gathering in the backyard. Tracy stepped up on the back porch, whistling to get everyone's attention.

"Friends, we can't begin to thank you for coming out and helping us like this." She said, smiling broadly. "As much as we'd like to say you all get a free month at the gym of your choice..."

"Which we can't afford, so forget that she even mentioned it..." Sarah piped in.

"Yeah, since we can't do that thing I didn't say, we have beer and food for you to show you how much this means to us." Tracy laughed. "And remember, the next time any of you is moving, Sarah will be happy to help you!"

The crowd erupted in laughter and applause, and people started moving toward the grills. Tracy and Sarah started throwing cans of beer out to people, and in a few minutes, we were having a party.

The party lasted most of the afternoon, but the last of the help finally left around five. Tim and Beth hung around to help clean up the backyard. Most people had dumped their plates and cups in the cans at either end of the porch, but there was still alot of debris left to pick up.

When we went into the house, we sat around the kitchen table drinking beer while we finished off the last of the ribs and burgers. Tim and Beth started telling stories again, making Sarah and Tracy laugh their asses off. They were all having a great time, so I just sat back and listened, throwing out a correction or a clarification every now and then when they said something particularly outlandish.

They finally left around nine, and Sarah disappeared upstairs with Tracy. I was tired, so I went and got into bed.

Sarah came in a little while later, and she did something I hadn't seen her do since she'd been in the house. She closed the door.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked. 

"So we could have a little privacy." She said, pulling her t-shirt and sports bra off. She looked over at me as she pushed her jeans and panties down. "I know you like fucking Tracy, and it's okay...really. But I know that it makes you worry about us, and I don't want you to. So I told her that if the door is closed, she can't come in. Is that okay with you?"

"That's fine with me." I said, reaching for her as she slid onto the bed.

"Not yet." She said, pushing me back. "I want to do something different tonight. I'm tired, and don't feel like making out, but I still want to feel you on me."

"Okay, what do you want to do?"

"I want you to lay on my back." She said, stretching out on her stomach. She brought her arms up under her head, and spread her legs a little, then looked over at me. "Climb on, and tell me if you like it."

I slid up onto her, putting my arms and legs on hers, laying my head on her shoulder.

"Mmmmmmm, this is nice." I said happily, shifting a little on top of her. "You make a great cushion."

"I'm glad you think so, I like it too." She whispered. "My dad used to lay on me like this. I know that sounds weird, but it wasn't. I used to lay on him when I was little, but once I got to be bigger than he was, we traded places, and he'd lay on me."

She was quiet for a few moments, then went on. 

"Having you lay on me, and waking up with you in me in wonderful, but I miss this. I miss him." She said, looking back over her shoulder at me. "You're the only man I've ever loved as much as him, and I wanted to share this with you, because it makes me feel good. I always felt safe and loved when he laid on me, and that's how I feel right now with you."

"That's how I feel when I'm laying on you." I said. "I didn't have many people I could love, and depend on to be there for me. I have that with you, and I like it."

"We're gonna be okay, sweetie." She said. "And we're gonna be here for each other for a long time. Tracy will find someone she can love, but in the meantime, are you okay with her...us...you know..."

"You're the one that I want." I whispered, kissing her on the shoulder. "If you say stop, I'll never touch her again. But until you do, I guess I can put up with having to service her..."

"Don't go being a little shit." She laughed, humping her ass up and bouncing me on her. "We're being real here."

"Yeah, but I was telling the truth just then. I like Tracy, alot. But I love you. Having sex with her is fun, but that's all. What we're doing right now means more to me than a hot sweaty session with her."

"Is that why you never do it with just her?" She asked.

"Yeah, it wouldn't be the same without you there." I said softly. "I know you like watching me with her, and I know you like seeing her have a good time. That's enough for me."

"I wouldn't think you were cheating on me if you did...you know, did it with...just the two of you."

"But I would." I told her. "So stop pushing her at me."

She nodded, and we were quiet for a few minutes before she spoke again.

"Why don't you do that thing you do to Tracy to me?" She asked, looking back at me over her shoulder, smiling shyly.

"I didn't think you'd like it." I told her. "You tense up when I kiss your butt, and you pull me up if I go down too low when I'm eating you out."

"Yeah, I always thought that was kinda dirty...but I see how much Tracy likes it...and I'm just curious about it is all."

"Would you like to try it sometime?" I asked. "Not right now, I think you might need a couple glasses of wine, or maybe I can roll you over right after you've had a really good cum. You know, catch you off guard, but go slow so you can relax and see if you like it..."

"That sounds nice." She laughed, blushing a little. "I'm glad you don't want to do it right now...throwing it in when I'm not expecting it sounds like a good idea."

"Or we would could start off with that." I countered. "We could take a shower together, and I could wash you. That way, you'd know you're clean, and could relax. Then I could take my time. No matter how we do it, I'm going to be gentle, and let you see if you like it. Not everybody does."

"I know. There's no hurry, I just wanted to ask."

"Don't talk anymore...unless you want to." I said, running my hands up and down over her arms. "Let's just lay here for a while, and enjoy each other. I'm really happy right now, and just want to savor it."

"Okay, I was actually thinking about going to sleep." She said, stifling a yawn. She laughed and added, "You can still wake me up fucking me in the morning...but not...you know..."

"I know." I laughed, snuggling closer. "I might even flip you over before I put it in..."

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I woke up the next morning with a delightfully wet sensation on my cock. I just laid there and enjoyed it, and apparently, she did too. She was moaning softly, making purring noises in her throat as she sucked me in and out of her mouth.

"That feels really good, babe." I said, stretching lazily and arching my hips up at her. "How long have you been down there?"

"Not very long, but I'm having a good time." She laughed, taking my cock out of her mouth and running her tongue over the underside as she spoke. "You were hard when I when I got up to pee, and I couldn't resist."

"Mmmmmmm, this reminds me of that first morning." I laughed, laying my hand on the back of her head. "You woke me up with a handjob."

"I couldn't resist this big dick then either." She laughed, planting soft kisses up and down over the shaft. "I was almost afraid to touch you that morning. I was so sure that I had really hurt you."

"I was sore, but waking up next to a goddess, then having her jerk me off..."

"I didn't jerk you off. I just played with it a little." She giggled, looking up at me. "Do you want me to make you cum like this? Or would you like me to pleasure you some other way?"

"No, what you're doing is great." I sighed, relaxing and letting my body just melt into the bed as she took the head of my cock back in her mouth.

"Goooh." She mumbled as she started bobbing her head up and down slowly.

"Hey Sarah! Wake up! The alarm is going off at Midtown!" Tracy yelled, banging on the door. "I'm on hold with the cops, you need to call the alarm company and see if they have anything on the cameras."

"Fuck!" Sarah muttered as she pulled off of me and rolled off the bed. She grabbed her phone and hit a number on her speed dial as she started getting dressed.

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It turned out that a drunk driver had knocked over a parking meter, then crashed into a dumpster. A piece of metal had flown up and cracked a small window on the side of the building, which was what set the alarm off. The fucking window was ten feet off the ground, and had a spiderweb of cracks in one corner, that was all.

The girls were relieved that it was something minor. Apparently, the Midtown location had been robbed several times, and the insurance rates there were almost triple what they were paying for Buckhead.

I was pissed because I was missing out on what had been looking like the beginnings of a world-class blowjob.

So we spent over an hour talking to the cops, then Sarah and Tracy spent another hour measuring the window and arguing about the best way to cover it. I got tired of listening to them and went over to Lowe's, got a piece of plywood big enough to cover the window opening, and had it bolted in and caulked before they even noticed.

When they did notice, Sarah picked me up, laughing as she tossed me in the air, then caught me and spun me around as she held me in her arms.

"Come on, Mr. Handyman." She grinned down at me. "I'm gonna take you home and fuck your brains out for getting that fixed so quick!"

"Sounds like a plan!" I laughed, putting my arms around her neck as she headed for the door.

(-)

"Roll over." I said, pulling my face away from Sarah's pussy and grabbing her leg, trying to move her.

"What are you going to do?" She asked as she rolled over onto her tummy.

"You know what I'm going to do." I said huskily, pulling on her hips and guiding her up onto her knees.

"No...not right now. Let me take a sho..."

"No, you took a shower when we got home, and I want to do it now." I said, smacking her on the ass. She gasped and looked back over her shoulder at me.

"Seriously, you don't have to..."

Reaching down, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm around behind her. I got her other hand and held them together, crossed at the wrist, and wrapped my t-shirt around them.

"There..." I panted, pulling a couple of pillows down and stuffing them under her. "Now you can't get away. You're just going to have to lay there and let me do whatever I want to you. And you know what I'm going to do..."

She had really gotten into the symbolic bondage, letting me pretend to tie her up every couple of days over the last few weeks. She initiated it half the time by putting her hands up over her head, or sprawling out on the bed, arms and legs spread toward the corners, sighing like she was bored. It wasn't unusual to find a handful of scarves or neckties laying on the side of the bed when she wanted to play.

One time, I had put her hands up over her head and laid a towel over them, and she struggled and fought like she had heavy metal manacles on her wrists, but her hands never moved till I took the towel away a couple of hours later. 

The only time she had resisted was when I tied a knot in a scarf on her wrist. I hadn't even finished the knot and she was pulling away, trying to get it off. We didn't talk about it, but I understood. Wrapping was fantasy, knots were reality.

"Please don't..." She said quietly, shifting slightly as she pulled her knees up and spread them a little wider. "I'm all dirty back there..."

"You look clean enough to me." I laughed, putting my hands on her asscheeks and spreading them apart. "But I promise, you'll be alot cleaner when I'm done with you."

Her asshole was a ruddy pinky, a wrinkled ring that pulsed and flexed as I watched. The insides of her asscheeks were pale and smooth, and she didn't have that brownish tint alot of people get between their butt cheeks. 

Leaning closer, I kissed one cheek lightly, then moved over and kissed the other one.

"I'm going to kiss you again." I told her, my face right over her ass. I knew she could feel my breath on her skin. "I'm going to kiss you right in the crack."

"Don't..." She whimpered, her ass rising up a little toward me. "I don't want you to. Please don...oh god!"

She gasped, and a shiver swept over her as I kissed the puckered ring of her asshole. She moaned when I swept my tongue around it, tracing it in a slowly circle, then pressed my tongue against it.

I felt her knees spread wider, and her ass pushed back at me. She whimpered as I drew away.

"You liked that...don't try to deny it." I said, running my hands over her ass, then down over her hips and thighs. I caressed her gently, planting soft kisses all over her pale white butt. "You were pushing your ass back at me when I licked your asshole."

"No..." she said in a soft voice. "I...I was just trying to get comfortable."

"Are you comfortable now?" I asked, moving my face back up over her butt crack. I breathed on her, blowing warm air onto the winking pink ring at the bottom.

"I...I think so..." She said, shifting a little under me.

"Good." I said, and pressed my mouth to her asshole again.

"Oh god!" She groaned as I lashed my tongue over the puckered little ring. Her ass pushed back at me again, and I spread her cheeks wider as I started sucking and stabbing my tongue at it. She rocked back and forth on the pillows that were supporting her as she pulled her body down, moving her shoulders down the bed to take the weight off of them.

"Mmmmmmmm..." I moaned into her ass, wanting her to know that I was enjoying doing this to her. I moaned again with my lips against her asshole, and I felt it flutter and spasm under them.

I licked and sucked at her, moving my mouth up over the creamy skin on the inside of her butt crease, then lavishing all my attention on her asshole, then moving my mouth down to tease her taint. I wanted to keep her off balance, knowing that she was enjoying what I was doing, but still pretending to resist.

Tracy blew that plan completely off the rails.

"Hey..." She said from the door. "You guys wanna...

"Get out!" Sarah shrieked

"Go away..." I mumbled into Sarah's ass, moving one hand down to wave her away.

"Okay, I can take a hint." She laughed. 

But she didn't leave.

A moment later, I felt her breath on my ear as her fingers wrapped around my cock.

"Don't say anything." She whispered, her hand moving in slow strokes up and down over my cock. "Keep rimming her, and I'll just play with your dick a little, okay?"

I nodded and started stabbing my tongue at Sarah's asshole, easing it in a little, then pulling back. I was drooling all over her, and my spit was running down between her legs and dripping onto her pussy.

"That is so fucking hot." Tracy moaned in my ear, her hand moving faster on my cock. Her other hand came up between my legs and cupped my balls. "Stick your tongue up her ass, studly. I wanna see you put your tongue in her fucking asshole!"

My tongue darted out and jammed against Sarah's asshole, and I wormed it up into her.

"Oh god! No...pl...please don't put it...in me." She groaned, rocking her ass back at me.

I didn't pay any attention to her words, I was listening to her body. Stiffening my tongue, I started fucking it in and out, making her whimper and rock back at me. I stuck my tongue as far as it would go up her asshole, then pulled it out and swept it in quick circles around the puckered opening, then snaked it back inside.

"Give her a break...eat her pussy for a few minutes, then go back to her ass." Tracy said softly, squeezing my cock in her fist. "Lay on your back and pull her cunt down on your face and eat her out now. I'll suck your dick while you go down on her..."

I didn't answer for fear Sarah would notice what was going on. I pulled away from her ass and slid under her, pulling her down onto my face. She moaned as I planted my mouth on her pussy and started sucking hungrily.




The Big Girl Ch. 08



"Oh my god...what are you...oh fuck...that's good baby, keep doing that!" She grunted, spreading her legs and grinding her pussy down onto my face. The slippery wet flesh of her pussy slid all over my face, and I just held my tongue out, letting her ride it. "Oh fuck...lick me, suck me...bite me! Eat my pussy you little shit, worship my cunt like a goddess deserves!"

I felt Tracy laugh as she took the head of my cock in her mouth, but she didn't make any noise, that I noticed. I was making enough noise for both of us by that point. Loud slurping, snuffling and snorting noises were coming from between Sarah's legs as I ate her pussy like a madman. 

I sucked her pussylips into my mouth, then stuck my tongue up inside her as I put my hands on her ass and pulled her down onto me. She was humping up and down, but she caught on when I started moving her hips and ass. She let me guide her, slowing her movements, but still moving her pussy over my mouth to show me what she wanted me to do.

We fell into a comfortable rhythm, Both of us moaning and groaning with pleasure. I was moaning because Tracy was really working out on my cock, giving me one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had.

She wasn't sucking me, or at least she wasn't sucking me very hard. Her lips formed a tight ring around my cock, but the inside of her mouth felt like a soft wet cave as she took me inside. She was taking me deep, getting almost two-thirds of the shaft into her mouth, then pulling back and using her tongue on the head.

She must have sensed that I was getting close, because she pulled my cock out of her mouth, and the next thing I knew, I felt a different, tighter wetness enveloping my cock.

At almost the same moment, I heard Sarah groan and say, "Holy fuck! I don't know how you're doing that...but don't stop!"

I pulled back a little and looked down, and saw that Tracy had my cock in her pussy and was riding it slowly. Her hands were on my chest, and her upper body was leaning forward.

It took me a few seconds to figure it out, but when I did, I went out of my fucking mind. She was fucking me, and rimming Sarah while I ate her out. Judging by her reaction, Sarah didn't have a clue about what was really happening, so I just spread her asscheeks with my hands to give Tracy more room, pulling her pussy back onto my face.

We went on like that for at least ten minutes before Tracy moved again. Her hands pulled me down on the bed as she got her feet under her and stood up. She pointed at Sarah's ass as she knelt on the end of the bed and started crawling up over it slowly.

Getting on my knees behind her, I started licking and sucking Sarah's asshole again, watching Tracy as best I could. It was all I could do not to laugh as she knelt in front of Sarah, dropping onto her back and spreading her legs around her.

"Time to eat at the 'Y', sweet sister." She said as she lifted her head, guiding it between her legs.

Sarah didn't miss a beat. She plastered her mouth onto Tracy's pussy and started licking and sucking, moaning deep in her throat. Tracy looked up at me, a happy smile on her face.

"I knew this was gonna be a good night." She purred, then nodded at me. "Fuck her studly. Put that big, beautiful cock in her pussy and just fuck the shit out of her. But keep your eyes up here, I want you to be able to see your goddess worshiping MY pussy."

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"I thought I told you that you needed to give us a little privacy." Sarah said over my shoulder. She had her arms around me as she spooned up against me. "We just talked about this last night."

"Yeah, but you said that that only counted when the door was closed." Tracy replied, reaching toward me. "It was standing wide open when I came in. That sure looked like an invitation to me."

"I never said only." Sarah said, swatting at her hand. "And an invitation is when one of us says, 'Hey Tracy, wanna come play with us?', or something like that."

"Well, just damn girlfriend!" Tracy laughed. "If I gotta wait to be asked, that means I'm only gonna get laid a couple times a week, tops. And that just don't cut it."

She went on before Sarah could say anything.

"Studly here isn't gonna do me one on one, even though I walk around butt naked half the time, and in come fuck me clothes the rest of the time..."

"I know." Sarah laughed, hugging me to her. "He has my heart, all you have to offer is pussy..."

"That was mean, Sarah." I said, looking over my shoulder at her. "She didn't deserve that."

"You're right." She said, then looked over at Tracy. "I'm sorry Tracy, I didn't mean that."

"Yeah well, that doesn't mean it's not true." Tracy said, rolling over on her back and laying her arm over her eyes. "But it's just been so nice getting fucked really good on a regular basis, ya know? I don't know what I'm gonna do if you cut me off..."

"You could get a boyfriend..." Sarah said.

Pay attention, because I am about to say something incredibly stupid.

"She never said she was cutting you off." I said, regretting it as soon as I felt the words coming out of my mouth. I wanted to reach out and grab the words before they reached her ears, but sound travels alot faster than I can.

Her arm came down off of her eyes and she rolled up on her side, looking at me. I felt Sarah's arm tighten around me at the same time.

"You like getting the good stuff, don't you studly?" She asked, a sly smile forming on her lips.

I just looked at her.

"Answer her, Brent." Sarah said quietly.

She never called me Brent. I was in trouble, and I knew it.

Looking over my shoulder at her, I saw that she was looking over at Tracy. She had the same sly smile on her face that Tracy had on hers. There had been a battle going on, and I realized that I had just lost.

"Yeah, I like fucking you Tracy, and I want to keep on fucking you." I said, reaching behind me and pulling Sarah's legs tighter up against mine. "But I won't do it without Sarah. She's there all the time, or it doesn't happen."

"I want it four times a week, more if you feel like it." She said, looking at Sarah.

"Three. But you have to be invited, or ask before you come in." Sarah told her. "And asking means you call, or ask from outside the door, even if it's open."

"I want one more thing." Tracy said.

"I'm sorry, Tracy." Sarah said. I could feel her shaking her head behind me. "He won't do it. He thinks that would be cheating on me. Letting you join us in bed tells him that I'm okay with it..."

"You could tell him that it's okay..."

"But it's not. I know that now." Sarah said. "I can't play with you alone anymore either, that would be cheating on him. You're welcome in our bed to play with us, but on our terms. That's the best I can do."

"That's not wha..." Tracy began, then stopped. She nodded slowly and said, "You're right, I didn't..."

"We're going to invite you to play, Tracy. I promise." Sarah laughed. "You're my sister...you just can't be his second wife."

"Are you're saying..." Tracy gasped, staring at her.

"I don't know. He hasn't answered me yet."

"Not exactly the kind of proposal I was expecting...no ring, no getting down on one knee..." I said, looking up at her. "I guess I get to stay home with the kids?"

"That was the plan." She said, looking back at me.

"Sounds good to me." I said, lifting her hand and kissing her fingers. 

"Sonovabich..." Tracy muttered falling over onto her back again. "Talk about getting fucked..."

And that's how Sarah won the war...

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Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and come back for Chapter Nine.

(OMG! it's still in progress. I'm still trying to figure out what happened in this chapter, and where to go from here...)



The Big Girl Ch. 09



In this chapter, Sarah, Brent and Tracy come to terms with their relationship...but it works out in the end.





"So when did you decide you wanted to get married?" I asked after Tracy had left.

"The first day you brought me here." She said, rolling over onto her back, then lifting me up and turning me over on top of her. "I knew this would be good place for a family, and I wanted it to be ours."

She was more comfortable being physical with me now that my ribs had healed, and it wasn't unusual for her to throw me over her shoulder and carry me around, or grab me and toss me onto the bed when she wanted to play. When it came to sex, she rarely gave or took no for an answer. But the thing I liked most was, she didn't hold back anymore when we made out. She would get on top now and ride me like a bucking bronco, or squeeze me in a death grip when she was cumming. I had known she was strong, but hadn't realized just how strong.

"So how many kids are we going to have?" I asked, pushing her legs apart and getting up on my knees between them.

"I want three, and I hope the boys take after me." She purred, reaching down and wrapping her hand around my cock, stroking it as she rubbed it up and down over her pussylips. "But I hope they're hung like you are."

"Are we going to make one now?" I asked, pushing my hips forward, easing my cock into her.

"No, I'm still on the pill. I wanted to talk to you about it first." She moaned, bringing her heels up and hooking them under my asscheeks. She started pumping slowly, rocking me up and down over her. "I want to start trying soon though, is that okay?"

"Mmmm hmmm." I mumbled, dropping down on her. I locked my lips around her nipple and started sucking gently.

"I was hoping you'd feel that way." She whispered, leaning up to look at me. "But I want to hear you say you want to have kids with me."

"We can fill the house with kids if you want." I told her, stroking slowly in and out of her. "But I have one condition."

"What's that?" She asked, hugging me tightly, holding me deep inside her.

"I want to name the first girl." I said, laying my head on her breast. "I want to call her Rosie. She's the closest thing to a mother I ever had."

"That's sweet, that you want to do that." She said softly, relaxing her grip on me. "Just Rosie, or Rosalita?"

"Either, but we're going to call her Rosie."

"What about boys names, you have any ideas there?"

"We name one after your dad, and one after Tracy. Tracy is one of those...."

"Yeah, but she'll get a kick out of it." Sarah laughed, starting to rock me up and down over her again. "Robert Burke Cochran, and Tracy Burke Cochran. Those sound like good names, names they can live up to."

"We have to make them first." I laughed, moving my ass in time with her movements. "You mind if we concentrate on that for a while?"

"No, you go right ahead." She said, almost to herself. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling happily. "I'm fine."

"You can see them, can't you?" I asked, stroking in and out of her lazily.

"Oh yes, two big strong boys, and one pretty little girl." She said, arching her back as she guided my movements with her hands on my hips.

(A little foreshadowing here. We got one delightfully average girl, (Rosie, the one off), then three big strong girls, (the triplets, Beth, Martha, after Sarah's mother, and Tracy Lynn, after her aunt, and how that name rang through the house!) who all took after their father in everything but size, thank god, then a beautiful little boy, (Brent Jr., who got his dad's looks, his mother's wicked sense of humor, and was hung like a water buffalo), then two enormous boys, (the twins, Robert and Tracy, over eleven pounds each at birth), who took after their mother.) 

"Who do they look like, you or me?" I asked, getting up on my forearms. I started stroking a little faster, going deeper, watching her face as I moved over her.

"The boys look like me. They both have red hair, and fair skin." She moaned, relaxing her legs and just letting her heels rest against my asscheeks. Her hands moved gently over my back, down over my hips, then back before starting the trip again. "She looks like you. She has dark hair, and her skin is dark too, almost an olive tone..."

"Do you want to be my wife, and take me as your husband, Sarah? Will you stand by me, sharing your love and your life, no matter what life throws at us, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, good times and bad, till death do us part?" I asked, starting to move faster over her.

"Oh god, yes. More than anything else in the world." She moaned, arching her hips up to meet me.

"Will you protect and provide for our family, love and care for the beautiful babies we make to carry on what we build?" 

"Yes...I promise." She gasped, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"Will you forgive me when I sin, pick me up when I fall, tell me everything is going to be okay when things look their darkest...and let me do the same for you?"

"Always...until my last breath..." She shuddered, clutching me to her, drawing me up higher over her. 

My cock slipped out of her and she pulled me up so I was laying on her, planting kisses all over my face, neck and shoulders. Tears poured from her eyes as she rocked back and forth under me, and I kissed them away, telling her I loved her every time I did.

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I just laid in the dark, waiting for the alarm to go off as I thought about what had happened over the last month. I had gone from living a satisfying, happy go lucky life, to being happy, feeling wanted and needed. I hadn't realized how lonely I had been until I had someone to share my life with.

I felt Sarah move beside me, and I pulled the sheet down and slid up on top of her. I wasn't completely hard yet, but my cock slid easily into her. We had made love throughout the night, and this was just a continuation of that.

"Mmmmmm, is it time to get up already?" She purred, putting her arms around me.

"In a few minutes." I said as I started stroking. "I couldn't stand not being in you."

"Good boy." She chuckled, starting to move with me.

"Tell me you love me." I whispered, raising up over her as I started thrusting faster. I drove my cock deep on every stroke, pulling out until the just the head was inside her, then pounding it back in.

"Oh god...I love you...and I love what you're doing to me." She moaned, putting her hands on my hips and pulling me into her. "Fuck me...do it hard...make me beg for mercy with your big beautiful cock..."

"Is this what my goddess desires?" I asked, moving my ass in tight, fast circles that made my cock move in her, stroking over one slick inner wall on the instroke, then the other on the outstroke. "Am I pleasing my goddess? Speak your desires and have them fulfilled."

"More than I could have ever imagined." She gasped, starting to writhe under me. "You make me feel things I never knew I could feel...ungh...fuck...yo...you are pleasing your goddess so well..."

"Tell me how to make it better..."

"Cum in me." She whispered, raising her head and kissing my neck and shoulders. "Let me feel what it's going to be like when you put a baby in me."

"Oh god." I moaned, slamming my cock into her as hard as I could.

"Do it." She said in a breathy moan. "Cum. I want to feel it shooting in...yessssssss."

The first hot jets spewing from my cock took my breath away. I buried my cock balls deep inside her, humping mindlessly as spurt after spurt erupted from my piss slit, splashing against the clasping, clutching inner walls of her pussy.

"Oh god, that is so good my sweet, sweet man." She purred, moving lazily under me, her knees pressing against my hips, working me up and down over her. "Don't stop, give me all of it...empty those big assed balls in me..."

I collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. She stroked my back, her knees still moving me, but slower now, letting me come down from the peak.

"Di...did you..."

"Of course." She laughed, using her legs to hold me deep inside her. "The day hasn't come that just having this thing in me doesn't make me cum. You have a magic wand between your legs my love, and you work wonders with it."

I opened my mouth to speak, but the alarm chose that moment to go off. 

I don't know why, but I was actually relieved.

(-)

"Mornin' pretty." I said when I saw Tracy standing by the counter pouring a cup of coffee. I went over and slipped my arms around her waist, and laid my head against her back. "How'd you sleep?"

"I didn't, so don't start studly, you know you're not going to do anything." She muttered, trying to shrug me off. "Go pleasure your goddess if you want some pussy."

"I just did that, but I thought I'd like a little of the good stuff this morning...and maybe send you off to work with a smile on your face." I said, moving my hand down, pushing it into the top of her panties.

"What are you doing?" She asked quietly. I felt her legs move apart as my fingers brushed over the close-cropped hairs of her pubes.

"I'm trying to tell you we love you." I said, taking a step back. I pushed down on her shoulders, and she leaned over the counter, spreading her legs a little more. "And I'm trying to show you..."

"Don't tease me, I couldn't take that right now." She sighed, laying her arms on the counter and resting her head on them.

"He's not teasing you sweetie." Sarah laughed as she came up next to us. She poured a cup of coffee, smiling at her. "He just gave me a wonderful wake up fuck, and now he wants to do you. I'd jump on the offer if I was you. You might want to find a bed though..."

She turned and headed for the door.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower, we need to leave soon." She said as she walked out the door. "Have fun you two..."

Tracy stared after her, then looked at me.

"I uh...I think I'll take a raincheck, if that's okay with you, studly." She said as she straightened up, a confused look on her face.

"That's fine, Tracy." I said, putting my arms around her and standing on my toes to kiss her on the cheek. "We hit you with a lot last night, but we meant it when we said that we want you with us. Take your time, and let us know...just remember, all you have to do is ask..."

I let her go and poured some coffee, then went back to the bedroom. Sarah was drying her hair, and she looked over at me as I came in.

"She said no?" She asked.

"Asked for a raincheck." I said, pulling a pair of jeans from the closet and pulling them on. "I think we confused her a little..."

"I'll call her later." She said, coming over to stand in front of me. "But I want you to fuck her tonight. I'll be there, but she gets all your attention. She has to know that she's part of this family..."

"And she always will be." I grinned, watching her pull on a pair of panties. "I'm not going to let her feel neglected."

"That's not what I mean." She said, pulling on a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "I want her to know that she's loved. And you do love her, I can see it when you're with her. You wouldn't have gone to her this morning if you didn't."

"And that's oka..."

"Of course, silly." She laughed, putting her arms around me, then picking me up and tossing me onto the bed. She stood looking down at me, a smile on her face. "She's my sister, and I love her. I think it's wonderful that you love her too."

She was right. I did feel something for Tracy, I just hadn't been able to identify it. Was it okay to love her? I didn't think I was in love with her, but still.

"Don't think about, sweetie." Sarah said as she turned toward the door. "Everything is going to be fine...you'll see."

I just hoped that she was right.

(-)

I spent the morning wrapping up my current project. I had just uploaded everything when Dave Butler called.

"Hey Dave, what can I do for you?" I asked, hitting the speakerphone button.

"I need you to join a bridge, or better yet, come over and look at the billing system for me." He grumbled. "The dumbasses I brought in have totally fucked it up. Everything is down right now."

"Yeah, if the whole thing is down, I'm gonna need to look at the coding." I told him. "Give me an hour, I want to hop in the shower..."

"Fuck that!" He laughed. "I don't care if you stink. I'll pay you triple time if you're here in half an hour."

"I'm leaving now." I said, grabbing my go bag and heading for the door.

"Thanks Brent. See you in a few."

It took me forty-five minutes to get out to Marietta, and ten minutes to spot the problem. The head IT guy wanted to argue about it, but Dave fired him on the spot, and told me to get to work.

Three hours of coding later, the system was back up, and Dave was giddy with relief.

"You just saved me millions, kid." He said. "What do I owe you?"

"Three things." I said, ticking them off on my fingers. "You pay me double whatever you were gonna pay those bozos, you ask Tracy to do your amazon queen ads...and you come to my wedding."

"The money's not a problem, and Tracy is tall enough and would need less work...but the tits on..." He stopped, catching himself. "Did you just say wedding? You're gonna marry that girl, and you want ME to come?"

"Yeah, you and me got off to a bad start." I said, smiling at him. "But you've been good to me, and for me over the years. I kind of look at you as a father figure."

"Get out of here, and I mean right now, Brent." He said, his voice dropping as he turned away from me. I could barely hear him when he said, "I'll call you later...but I'll be goddamned if you're gonna see me cry..."

"Hey, I'm sorry..."

"Go." He said as he stepped into the bathroom. Just as he started to close the door I heard him say, "I'll call you later, but just go."

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I was halfway home when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket, and remembered I had turned the ringer volume down. I was surprised to see that I had seven missed calls. This call was from Tracy, so I hit the answer button on the steering wheel.

"Hey pretty, how ya doin'?" I asked.

"Not bad." She laughed. "And I gotta tell ya, I really like it when you call me that."

"I think you're beautiful, but calling you that would sound cheesy, so..."

"Yeah, right." She said. "But relax, you don't have to kiss my ass or try to get on my good side, you're already there. No, what I wanted to know is, what the hell did you say to Dave Butler? He just called and asked if I'd do that modeling thing he was talking to Sarah about. I already talked to her, and she's all hot on the idea."

"Well, as luck would have it, I just left there." I said lightly. "He called earlier and asked if I could look at their billing system. I wrote the original software, and he had some people come in when they wanted to do an upgrade. Turns out they fucked it all up..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...but what does any of that have to do with him offering..."

"Apparently, the trained monkeys he hired had been working on it for two months, and when they tried to go live on it, the whole thing crashed." I laughed, feeling pretty cocky. "I went over, and spotted the problem right off the bat. I had to rewrite a couple of sections of code, and when I got done, it came right back up."

"Okay, that still doesn't..."

"Alright, we can make this about you now." I chuckled. "Anyway, he asked what he owed me, and I told him I wanted double whatever he was gonna pay the other guys, and that he should ask you to do the amazon queen thing. He kind of liked the idea, he said you were tall enough, and would need less work than Sarah would. So he really called you, huh?"

"Yeah, he said he had already talked to the ad agency, and that they went apeshit over the idea once they saw the pictures..."

"Whoa...what pictures?" I asked.

"The pictures off our web site." She said. "Don't tell me that Mr. Techy didn't know we had a web site. What did you think we did, stand out on street corners handing out flyers?"

"Pretty, if you were standing out on a street corner, I'd pay you for a flyer...and anything else you'd give me..."

I don't know where it came from, but suddenly, I wanted her. A deep, throbbing need swept over me, and I almost had to pull over to keep from crashing.

"Oh please, like you'd really do that...I swear studly..."

"Shit. Sarah's calling. Can I call you back...kewl. Luv ya." I said quickly, hitting the disconnect button, then hitting Sarah's picture on my speed dial.

"Pickup, pickup, pickup..." I muttered as it rang. I almost screamed with joy when she answered.

"Hey swee..."

"I wanna fuck Tracy." I said in a rush.

"I know sweetie, and I told you it's okay..."

"No. Now...I was driving home and all of a sudden...I just have to have her, I can't..."

"Then go do it. I want you to." She laughed. "I was hoping you'd figure it out soon..."

"You...you knew...and you were waiting for what? I didn't..."

"When I told her that she couldn't be your second wife...I didn't mean ever, I just meant not yet." She said in a breathy whisper. "You weren't ready, but it sounds like you are now. Go. Make love to her, and ask her what you asked me last night."

"Are you sure?" I asked, stunned by this development.

"As sure as my love for you." She said. "I have to warn you, she may say no. She was pretty upset when I talked to her this morning."

"Then I think we should wait...and ask her together." I said as I got off I-85 at the Piedmont exit.

"That's so romantic, sweetie." She said, laughing happily. "But it's a good idea. Let's wait then. We can give her a little time, and a lotta lovin', then ask her to marry us."

"God, that is so hot." I moaned. "Now I want to come fuck you."

"Then turn around." She laughed. "Have you turned off eighty-five yet?"

"Five blocks ago..."

"You're almost there. Go fuck my sister, then you can come fuck me." She said in a sultry voice. "And tonight, you can fuck both of us..."

"Oh god..." I muttered, realizing that I was less than a block from the gym. "I'm really gonna do this..."

"Yes, you are." She said in a soft husky voice. "And I'm so happy for us...but Brent?"

"Yeah?" I said as I turned into the parking lot.

"Leave your phone on sweetie, I want to listen." She said.

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Tracy was standing by the counter talking to an attractive older woman when I ran through the door. She spotted me, and a look of concern crossed her face. She met me halfway.

"Brent? What's wrong, sweetie?" She asked quietly. "Did something happen..."

"I have to have you." I said, grabbing her hand. "I can't wait...where can we go?"

"What are you talking about? Are you nuts?" She laughed, trying to pull away from me.

"I...want...to...fuck...you. Now." I said slowly. "Where can we do that?"

"You're serious." She said, staring at me. "Does Sarah know..." 

She stopped talking and pulled her phone from the front pocket of her hoodie and opened a text message. All it said was, 'Do it. We love you.'

She looked at me, then back at her phone, then back at me.

"Did she send you here?"

"No." I said, shaking my head. "But she knows I'm here."

"And you want this...both of you."

My head went up and down like a bobblehead doll as I started talking. 

"I was talking to you on the phone, and out of nowhere...it felt like I got hit by a lightening bolt." I babbled, looking around wildly. "I got hard like, BAMMMMM!, look, it's still hard, and all I could think about was fucking you. We gotta find somewhere..."

"Calm down, big guy, just calm down a little." She laughed, grabbing my hand and leading me through a door behind the counter. I watched her ass moving under her tight shorts as she went up the short flight of stairs. My mouth watered with every step.

"Tell me you love me." She said, stopping and turning to face me when she reached the first landing. I was two or three steps below her.




The Big Girl Ch. 09



"I love you, and I don't want to live without you." I panted, my hands grabbing the waistband of her shorts, jerking them over her hips, then pushing them down her legs. I groaned as I buried my face between her legs, my hands digging into her asscheeks, pulling her tight against me.

"Oh my god..." She moaned as my tongue slid between the soft fleshy lips of her pussy, and I sucked them into my mouth, nibbling and chewing on them in a frenzy. She wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my face from between her legs, looking down at me with lust glazed eyes. "Tell me what you want to do to me..."

"Anything, everything. I want to worship you, and make you beg me to stop making you cum." I panted. "I want to stick my tongue up your ass and suck your asshole till I hear you scream for mercy..."

"Oh fuck..." She moaned, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me the rest of the way up the stairs. We went into a long narrow room, and I saw that there was a large leather couch along one wall, and a big, old fashioned desk at the far end. 

She led me over to the desk, letting go of my shirt as she turned around and bent over it.

"You know what to do." She said, looking over her shoulder at me.

I was on my knees, my face buried between her asscheeks before the words were out of her mouth.

"Oh fffuuuuucccckkkkk!" She groaned as I attacked her ass like a starving man at a buffet. She reached back and spread her asscheeks, pushing back at me at the same time. "Lick it! Stick your tongue up my ass and rim me you little fuck monkey. Eat it...show me how much you love it!"

I ate her hungrily, licking the puckered pink ring of her asshole, then driving my tongue into it, wriggling and snaking it up inside her. She screamed as I fucked her with my tongue, but pushed her ass back at me even harder.

I lost track of time, but I felt her move, lifting her leg up onto the desk. She pushed down on my head as she said, "Pussy...eat my pussy now..."

I plastered my mouth against the wide spread slit of her pussy, sucking her pussylips into my mouth and driving my tongue up between them. I sucked at her, making loud slurping, smacking and snorting noises as I munched that magnificent muff.

She let me eat her, pushing her pussy down onto my mouth, sighing and moaning when I sucked and nibbled at her pussylips, whimpering and crying out softly when I stabbed my tongue up inside her. I was in my own little world, lost in the musky smelling flesh filling my senses.

I felt her hand came down on my head again, her fingers grabbing a handful of hair and pulling me to my feet.

I pushed my pants down, and my cock sprang up, smacking against her pussy.

"Fuck me." She panted, reaching between her legs and grabbing my cock, guiding it between her legs. The head of my cock pressed against the opening of her pussy, and I drove my hips forward, forcing it deep inside her. A long loud moan came from her, and her ass started humping back at me. 

"Fuckmefuckmefuckme." She chanted, pushing her ass back at me, shaking it from side to side.

I grabbed her hips and started stroking into her, bulling it in balls deep, rising up on my toes to get every last little bit of my cock into her. I threw her long tip to root lunges, ass twisting corkscrews that made the head and shaft of my cock scrape over one smooth, slippery inner wall of her pussy, then drag across the other one on the backstroke, short humping strokes that beat at her cervix, and slow in and outs with just the head pushing back and forth through the tight ring of muscle guarding the opening of her pussy.

Her body flopped and writhed across the desk, one fist pounding on it while the other clutched the edge in a white knuckle grip, holding on for dear life. She was gasping and panting when she threw her head back, her hair a wild halo around her face as she looked back at me over her shoulder.

"Put it in my ass." She snarled, dropping her leg off the desk, her knees bending as she spread her legs wider. "Fuck me in the ass. You think you love me? Prove it! Stick that big fucking cock in my ass and own me!"

Her asshole was winking at me, a glittering pink bullseye, and my cock was a heat seeking missile aimed right at it. The fat knob pressed against the tight wrinkled ring, then started easing into it. A whimper came from her throat, but I ignored it. I watched as the lips of her ass closed around my cockhead, and I paused, giving her a moment to get used to it, then started stroking slowly.

My cock was coated with a slippery sheen of her juices, and her asshole was well lubricated with my spit. My cock slid into her like a hot knife though a stick of butter. Her asshole melted around me, clutching, clenching and quivering around my cock as I stroked it in and out of her.

"Oh my god." She whispered. "This is even better than I imagined."

"Am I pleasing you my goddess?" I moaned, burying my cock to the root in her. "Tell me what will bring you pleasure, and I'll do it...willingly."

"Fuck me. Fuck me and cum in me. I want to feel you filling my asshole with your hot cum." She moaned, then she added, "But don't call me that. She's your goddess...I told you..."

"You're her sister, her equal...that makes you a goddess too." I grunted, starting to move faster. I could feel the cum stirring in my balls, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Nooooo..." She whimpered, shaking her head, her ass slamming back at me. "She won't like it..."

"Tell her, Sarah." I grunted, pulling my phone out of my shirt pocket and dropping it on the desk. My hands grabbed onto her hips, and I started pounding my cock into her.

"OH MY FUCKING GAWD!!!" She screamed as my cock plowed into her asshole, making her legs bang against the desk. She held on with both hands, grinding her ass back at me as I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. "I...I'm cumming...fuck...oh god, it's so good...I ca...I can die happy now...I...I've seen heaven..."

My laugh was choked off by a loud rumbling moan as my balls contracted, then ejected their creamy cargo full force. A flood of cum surged up my cockshaft and sprayed into her ass channel, coating the tight passage with a slippery layer of jizz.

My cock slid easily over the slick inner walls, and my second spurt filled her ass to overflowing. The third and forth spurts poured out into her, and were forced out around my piledriving cock.

Tracy lay motionless across the desk, her body limp as a ragdoll. She only moved when I humped into her, my body moving hers as I fucked her.

I finally came to a stop, falling onto her back, my cock still buried inside her.

I could hear a squeaking, chattering noise coming from the desk beside Tracy. I looked up and saw my phone. Reaching down, I hit the speakerphone button.

"...y god! That was incredible!" I heard Sarah moan. She was panting and gasping, and it sounded like she was cumming.

"Sa...Sarah?" Tracy mumbled, looking toward the door. When she didn't see her, she raised up on her elbows, trying to get a better view.

"I'm here sweet sister. My beautiful goddess of a sister." Sarah laughed. "I'm so happy for you, for all of us! That was so hot! I can't believe you made him fuck you in the ass!"

Tracy looked down at the desk, finally seeing my phone, and realizing that Sarah had been listening the whole time.

"Yo...you heard?" She asked softly, her skin flushing a deep pink.

"Every wonderful moment my sweet, sweet sister." Sarah purred. "I wanted to share this with you, so I asked him to leave his phone on, and I'm so glad he did. That was so beautiful..."

"You listened..."

"Yes...now come home, I want to make love to both of you." Sarah said breathily. "Please Tracy? Please come home...I need you so bad right now..."

"Wh...what time is it?" Tracy asked, looking around the office.

"It's a little after six. I already talked to Mikki, she closed up a little while ago." Sarah laughed. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but everyone downstairs could hear you. Mikki said people were cheering and rooting for you!"

"Oh my god." Tracy groaned, letting her head fall to the desk. "How am I going to face them tomorrow?"

"With your head held high, and a smile on your face of course." Sarah laughed. "Now please, please come home and fuck me. I need you both so bad..."

"I might as well, he went soft inside me." Tracy said, managing a laugh. "I hope we can get him hard again...at least if you expect him to fuck you."

"If he can't fuck me, you can...that pretty little mouth of yours always makes my pussy feel so good..."

"Mmmmmm, let me get his lazy ass off of me." Tracy giggled, raising up and pushing at me, trying to get me to move back. "We'll see you in an hour..."

(-)

I followed Tracy home, lost in the whirlwind of memories of the sounds, scents, and sensations I'd experienced over the last few hours. The forty minute ride was over before I realized it, and I was turning into the driveway.

Sarah was waiting for us on the front porch, naked, her pale skin glowed in the fading evening light. She smiled, holding her arms out to us as we came up the steps.

Tracy stepped up to her, and Sarah took her face in her hands, kissing her gently, then more hungrily as she responded. Her hand reached out, pulling me against, then between them, and suddenly, I was smothered in soft female flesh.

Sarah's hands were working at both our clothes, and ours joined in. In seconds, we were all naked in the cool evening air.

"I want to ask her." Sarah said, pulling me against her, turning me so I was facing Tracy.

"So do I." I said, looking at Tracy.

"Ask me what? What's going on?"

I looked up at Sarah, and she tightened her arms around me as she started speaking.

"The other night, when I said you couldn't be..."

"I know what you said." Tracy said, looking down as the worn planks of the porch. 

"I was wrong, because I didn't think he was ready." Sarah said, squeezing me tighter. I put my hands on hers, and could feel her relax. "But when he called me today, and told me how bad he wanted you...I've known that he loves you, but I had to wait for him to figure it out for himself. And I couldn't ask before we all knew.."

"What are you trying to say, Sarah?" Tracy asked, stepping closer, her eyes meeting Sarah's over my head.

"I've loved you my whole life, Tracy, and I can't imagine being in a relationship that doesn't include you. I don't want to imagine it..."

"Will you marry us?" I asked, reaching down and taking her hands. "We want you in our life, our hearts, and our bed, on equal terms...that we work out together."

I drew her closer, slipping from between them so they were standing side by side, and I had a hand resting on both of their hips.

"Will you take Sarah as your wife, and me as your husband, standing by us, sharing your love and your life, in sickness and in health, good times and bad, till death do us part?"

"You said it better last night." Sarah said, reaching out to touch my cheek. "Let me do the next part, I remember it word for word."

She looked at Tracy and said, "Will you forgive us when we sin, pick us up when we fall, tell us everything is going to be okay when things look the darkest...and let us do the same for you?"

Tracy was looking back and forth between us, looking like she didn't want to believe what she was hearing.

"Tell her about the babies...that was so beautiful." Sarah said, smiling at me.

"Will you protect and provide for our family, love and care for the beautiful babies we make to carry on what we build?" I asked, looking back and forth between them.

"Oh my god, this is really happening." Tracy whispered, stepping back away from us. "You're asking me to..."

She reached out, grabbing the chain on the porch swing and falling into it. Her head dropped into her hands, and she started crying, her body shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Oh god, Tracy. I so sorry." Sarah said, kneeling in front of her. "I thought you would...you've seemed so happy, and we thought you'd want to..."

"I...I do..." Tracy said, throwing her arms around her. "I...I just nev...I thought I was going to...to be left out...after what you said last night..."

"That's not how we meant it." I said, sitting beside her. "I was caught off guard too, and didn't figure alot of it out until this morning...then it really hit me this afternoon..."

"I...is that what you were trying to say this morning?" She asked.

"Yeah, I just didn't know it." I glanced over at Sarah, watching her stroke Tracy's hair as she held her too her. "Sarah did though. I think she's known all along what was going to happen."

"Not from the beginning, but I knew I loved you both, and if you had a chance, you could love each other." Sarah said, easing Tracy away from her. "Making you want to do that was easy, helping you accept it was a little harder."

"So you manipulated us." Tracy said, looking at her.

"Well, yeah!" Sarah laughed, taking her hands in her own. "It was the only way I could have both of you, so we could have each other..."

"I'm good." I said, turning Tracy's head so she had to look at me. "I'm glad she did it. I have two goddesses to pleasure to their hearts content, and we're going to fill this house with kids. We're going to make a family that we can be proud of. I think we're off to a good start."

"Well of course you're gonna like it." Tracy laughed. "You're a guy, and you've got all the pussy you could ever want whenever you want!"

"He's not the one that's been begging to get boned, Tracy." Sarah said gently. "But you still haven't answered our question. Will you marry us?"

"Oh god yes!" Tracy laughed, throwing her arms around her, then holding one out to me. We had a group hug there on the front porch, and the sun had long since set before we went into the house to consummate our union.

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I'm not going to share what happened that night. That remains one of my most precious memories.

You remember that list I gave you earlier? No? Well, let me refresh your memory.

Both girls were on the pill, but we made four kids that night. We're not sure how. Maybe they both missed a day or two, or god reached down and gave an egg a little push. But eight months later, Tracy gave us little Rosie, and two weeks later, Sarah delivered Beth, Martha and Tracy Lynn. The following year Tracy had Brent Jr, and three weeks later, Sarah had Robert and Tracy. We all got fixed after that...seven was going to be enough...

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Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and the series. I don't know if this is the end, or if we're just turning a page. It feels like Brent has something more to say, or maybe it's one of the girls...

I'd really like to thank everyone for the comments. The positive feedback has made this series even more fun to write.