0 comments/ 186928 views/ 22 favorites Breaking Point By: Noah "You just come right back here young lady!" Kate, sullen, resentful swaggered back into the living room "What now?" She knew what of course. She used at least to go through the motions of pretence. I knew full well that she kept her party clothes round her friend's house. And she knew I knew. That was the deal. What I didn't see wouldn't hurt me. But now it was different. Now she flouted my rules with relish. Coming home at all times, wearing what she liked, even swearing in front of me. "You are NOT going out like that" "You can't stop me. I'm 18" "While you live under my roof -" "Yeah yeah 'I abide by your rules' blah blah" She stood in the doorway defiantly, her long blonde hair framing her pretty face. Her eyes and lips made up in what she imagined was a sophisticated way. A skimpy white cotton top with the obligatory expanse of smooth flat tummy. A tiny pale blue micro skirt clung to her tiny waist and womanly hips exposing all but the very tops of her long shapely bare legs. "Jesus, had a good look?" "I'm just wondering when exactly my daughter became such a slut" "Fuck OFF" Her eyes glinted. I knew I'd got to her. "And don't use that language in my house." "Why not? You do. What's the matter daddy, can't you bear the thought of all those gorgeous boys with their firm muscular young bodies looking at your daughter?" Despite my efforts my face must have betrayed how near the mark she was. She picked up on it like a dog on the scent "You don't like the idea of them undressing me with their eyes while I dance?" With that she launched into an energetic routine while she kept the blistering rhythm going by making drum sounds through her teeth, tossing her hair wildly. "Or maybe you think I'm too hot to be seen in public". She writhed and snaked as though performing a strip tease, her hands glancing up her bare thighs, across her stomach, through her hair "Is this what you're scared of Daddy? Your little girl teasing the boys? I don't see you looking away. What's the matter daddy don't you like my perfect little titties?" With that she stretched the top down flat against her breasts and arched her back so that their shape was clearly defined, the tops and cleavage now exposed. "Or is it my little bottom you like? Is that it daddy, you're an ass man?" She turned her back on me and smoothed her little skirt round her tight cheeks, accentuating their perfect form with a little wiggle before turning to look at me over her shoulder, sucking on her finger like a porn photo. "Getting all stiff daddy? In spite of yourself? Getting all hard and excited for your little girl who you can never have? I've seen you looking at me, trying to see my tits at breakfast, looking up my school skirt. Must be so frustrating for you daddy knowing that you have to put up with mum and her saggy breasts when mine are so firm and pert and tantalising". She lifted her top and exposed her small breasts. The nipples were larger than expected and were fully erect as she brushed her wet finger across them. "Go on daddy, I dare you. Have a good long look. See? You'd love to suck them wouldn't you? eh? Imagine that daddy...your little girl's nipples all hard in your mouth- Ow!" I don't know what happened, I just flipped. In one movement I had dragged her across the room and laid her across my lap as she struggled like a landed fish, my hand feverishly pulling her skirt up round her waist "Get OFF me. Fuck OFF what are you doing?" She clamped her legs together and tried to beat my hand away as I tugged at her flimsy white panties. Gradually I got the upper hand as more and more of her little bottom was exposed to me, until at last the panties were round her knees "You're not going to- I can't believe it! You're going to SPANK me?" Bringing my hand hard down on her flesh I heard her yell. Not so much with pain, but the embarrassment of it all. Twice more I brought my hand down on her cheeks, each time leaving a red mark as evidence. Now she shifted her position in an attempt to extricate herself. In doing so she exposed her pink puffy lips which I noticed were glistening wet, her bitch scent coursing through my nostrils. There was nothing I could do now, I was being driven by a force far stronger than both of us. I eased her to the floor so that she lay like a cat face down, bare bottom thrust in the air. I tore her knickers off her legs and smoothed my finger round her crack, massaging her juice round her hole. She was whimpering now, "Daddy please don't hurt me, I'll be good" Easing my big rock hard cock in her tight wet cunt I grabbed her hair and pulled her back like a mare. Looking down I saw her soaking lips engulf me... "Talk to me Daddy. Tell me it's going to be ok?" As I thrust inside her I spoke "Kate, everything is going to be OK" "Tell me you love me daddy" "I do. I love you so much" "Do I please you? Am I doing good? Ooooh daddy it feels so big" "You're doing fine love. Tell daddy how it feels. Be a slut for daddy" I felt the orgasm well up inside me "It feels like my body is all tickly. Your....cock...", she looked over her shoulder for approval. "Go on...talk dirty to me, tell me what you're thinking" "I can feel your big cock pumping in me. In my....cunt" That was all it took. I felt my cock spasm as I unleashed a thick jet of cum inside her. As I milked myself dry with urgent thrusts she was gasping for breath - "Oooh daddy, fuck me. Fuck your little slutty daughter, she's so bad. Ohhhhh daddy I think I'm...." She let out a scream as she orgasmed, her fingers clutching at the carpet. I looked down and saw our combined juice dribbling down her soft inner thighs. Reluctantly withdrawing myself from her I moved my face between her legs and inhaled deeply. I took a mouthful of our come from her fountain then turned her onto her back and pinned her down like a wrestler. Whilst fondling her naked breasts I positioned my face a few feet above hers and let a trickle of cum ooze from my mouth and watched it spatter down onto her lips, her face, her hair. She was mine now. Breaking Point I had been roommates with Andrea for three months, and she had never once had a guy stay over. She didn't have a boyfriend back home either, and she easily could have with a body like hers. Andrea was tall—almost 5'10", skinny, and had long sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. She had very large tits which she kept in a snug bra and hidden under sweaters seemingly at all times. Her ass was tight and her thighs, though small, had muscular definition. In short, though I'd never been with a woman, she was my secret fantasy. And part of the allure, I'm sure, was that she'd always kept on the straight and narrow. I myself hadn't really gotten all that much action since coming to college either, but its hard when you have a roommate like Andrea. Once the guys I bring back to the room get a look at her, I have to fight to keep them paying attention to any conversation that we're having. In the past, I've never really had any trouble getting guys interested in me. My eyes are bright blue, I have dark hair, and am short with a tiny frame and small titties. My favorite of my own features is my big pouty lips—and they're most guys favorite too. However, none of it seems to be enough for these guys once they eye Andrea up and down. In the end, out of frustration, I just send them home with little more than a few kisses. And that's how Andrea and I had gotten along since meeting on move in day—me frustrated with the little attention I've gotten from the guys, and she seemingly uninterested in sex at all. A week before last Thursday, however, when I got back from a study group at the library, I accidentally walked in on her. When I opened the door, I had a startling yet beautiful view of Andrea bending over to pick up something (I never did notice what it was) with her firm buns pointed in my direction. She was wearing thin blue cotton panties and for once, no bra, and I could see her lovely tits hanging down, looking larger than any I'd ever seen. I startled her and she jumped, causing her breasts to bounce and giggle, but then she covered up with a towel. Apparently she hadn't heard the deadbolt as I'd turned the key. Andrea was a shy girl about undressing in front of me, and I'd never seen her even in her panties before. Normally, I wouldn't ever care about such things myself, but it had seemed natural to simply cover up too, since she was more comfortable with it that way. And so, this was definitely the most I'd seen of her. "Oops—sorry," she said, and I responded with something similar and that was that. Though she was modest, the event was nothing that she didn't appear to forget in five minutes. That night, while we both laid in our separate beds, I couldn't help but think of her. With her firm ass out, and bent over the way she was, I imagined if I'd stepped closer, peeled off those cotton panties and rubbed her pussy from behind. What would she have done then? Would she have been startled again and jumped like she did anyway? Then those breasts of hers would have gone bouncing around like honeydews. I would have liked to sink my teeth into those tits of hers and tasted them. Under the covers, I slid down my hand to my panties and slipped my thumb inside them. I bent my knees up and moved the silky panties down. Then as I thought of Andrea's firm ass, I moved my hand back up and then down over my belly button and the few wisps of pubic hair and down to my pussy. I lightly brushed the surface of my already engorged pussy and that sent shivers up and down my body. Soon I was pumping one then two fingers in and out of my hole. My bed squeaked three times in succession, and I figured she must have known what I was doing, so I slowed a bit. Andrea rolled over and readjusted her blankets. I pulled out my wet fingers and licked them under my blanket. Though it was killing me, I didn't masturbate again that night, though I couldn't get her out of my mind. A few days passed, and I was beginning to go crazy thinking about her. It was torture to live with such an amazing creature as Andrea, and not to be able to touch her or to even talk to her about anything sexual a bit. Perhaps I'd try something when she got back from wherever she was. It was Monday night, and the weekend had passed without Andrea's even so much as going to a party. I had met a few guys on Saturday, but opted not to bring any of them back to our dorm room. One of them had given me a bottle of rum—an unopened leftover from the party. Alcohol was tough for freshmen to get on campus. I went to the fridge to get the rum so that I could mix it with a soda. When I opened the door, however, I noticed that the bottle was much more empty than it had been. I'd had only a drink or two, and now the bottle was nearly half gone. Could Andrea have had it? It must have been someone else, I thought, though in fact I hoped it had been her who drank the rum. She could have used a little loosening up, and I'd have liked to see her drunk. A few hours passed and it was almost 11—still no sign of Andrea. I was starting to worry a bit, so I flipped on the late night talk shows to get my mind off it. 12:30 rolled around, and I couldn't wait up any longer. I turned out the lights, peeled off my clothes and hopped into bed. I realized that I'd never, actually even once, gone to bed before her. It was only when she had gone home that I'd gone to sleep alone in the room. It seemed very strange to me now, as if I had to wait up for her. A few minutes after I'd been laying in bed, I heard a few noises grow closer, and then the key turned the deadbolt. I laid back and pretended to be asleep as she came in. In she walked. Then I heard a voice whispering to her, and a desk light went on. I snuck a peek and could not believe my eyes! Andrea had come in with, and was now whispering back to, a young girl who appeared from her outfit to be either a stripper or a hooker. She was blonde—light blonde, with an athletic but slim body. She was tan and wore only a pink bikini which appeared to be made of something like latex. The girl had clear blue eyes and was missing a tooth in the side of her smile. The two of them were giggling and Andrea pulled the girl to her by the string of her latex bikini. I tried to breathe naturally, as if I was sleeping, so that they would not hesitate to continue in plain view. The didn't really seem to care at all though. The blonde girl rubbed Andrea's beautiful tits right through the fuzzy sweater she was wearing. Andrea arched her back and rolled her eyes in delight. Then she took a step back and reached down to her zipper. The girl looked on as Andrea did the sexiest dance and slid her tight khaki pants off, revealing her blue cotton panties like the ones I had seen on her. "Ooh, you are sooo gonna get it!" said the blonde girl. She stepped forward and yanked Andrea's panties forcefully down to her knees. "Eee," Andrea squealed with excitement. Her gorgeous pussy was exposed with the smallest patch of hair above it. I was getting very wet, but continued to hold out. I wanted the show to go on. "You want it?" whispered the pink latex girl. "I want it," came Andrea's response. The blonde got down on her knees and Andrea moved to her. She grabbed Andrea's tight ass around her and started licking away at her pussy wildly. "Ooh! Oooohh!" Andrea gasped. The continued on and I could see Andrea's abdominals tensing and releasing with each pounce of the girl's tongue into her. After awhile, it started to look more like Andrea was fucking the girl's mouth than the other way around. Finally, they crashed into the bed. Andrea tore off her sweater and the girl sucked on the precious titties. Then the two of them started to giggle and whisper again, and I wondered if they were now considering whether or not they had woken me. The only way they could realistically not have known I was awake, I thought, was through the aid of alcohol. "Do it," the blonde whispered. "I can't," replied Andrea. "Do it for me." "I can't" "Do it now!" she said, more firmly. Andrea got up slowly in her naked glory and walked over by the doorway. She reached into a bag and pulled out something I couldn't make out at first. As she untangled it, I realized that she was holding a double-sided strap-on dildo in her hands. As she walked back to the bed, I could hardly control my excitement. I couldn't believe the show I was about to see. The blonde, while licking her lips, helped get Andrea fastened into the straps and pushed a long shaft into Andrea's soaking wet pussy. Suddenly I could see that the latex girl was pushing Andrea in MY direction! What was happening?! Andrea, with a blush on her cheeks, slowly moved to my bed as I tensed up and closed my eyes completely, trying again to breathe as if I were asleep. Slowly, she peeled my covers away and she put one knee carefully on the bed, seemingly trying her best not to wake me. Then she got moved my legs apart with both hands, and as she mounted the bed and kneeled between me, my head began to swirl! I began to tingle as I felt her hand moving my panties to the side. I twitched a bit, yet tried to remain as still as possible. Slowly, the bulge of the dildo worked itself into me. As Andrea extended the shaft into my boiling pussy, she dove onto me and licked my lips. And as she did, my pussy exploded with wetness. I screamed in delight and she devoured my lips with hers as she pounded me over and over. Her fleshy breasts melded with my firm tits and slapped them as she entered me again and again. I kissed down her neck and began to bite into her there and she screamed out my name in ecstasy. That was all that I remember, because I must have blacked out at that time. When I awoke, Andrea and the blonde were gone. The only remaining traces were the lingering scent of flesh in the air and the aching feeling in my pussy. Breaking Point It did not take Kari Smyth very long to decide that she was going to fuck Gavin Mitchell. After putting up with her husband Jeffery's numerous adulterous indiscretions over the course of their marriage, she had finally had enough. The incident that at long last pushed her to the limit took place earlier in the evening at a formal function she had attended with her husband for his company. The event had been held at a swanky downtown hotel and was attended by most employees of Jeffery's company. Kari had know of her husband's penchant for cheating on her and had generally accepted them as part of the exchange for the high lifestyle which he provided for her. Lately, she had come to suspect that his latest lover was one of the new sales reps that worked under him, a bubbly young grad named Marina who was hired just a few months earlier. Kari had seen her at a couple of corporate parties and had been through enough of Jeffery's affairs to spot the telltale signs - stolen glances, awkward conversation, avoidance of directly mentioning her name, etc. Ever the faithful wife, Kari put on a good front and pretended not to notice anything, just as she had done so many times in the past. Even when she caught a glimpse of the two of them intimately talking as soon as she was off to the restroom, she held her tongue. It was the exchange that occurred shortly after she returned from freshening up that set Kari off. About 10 minutes after she rejoined her husband, Jeffery informed his wife that something had come up at work and he would need to go to the office right away to take care of it. He also suggested that the task at hand would likely keep him out late into the night. Noticing that her husband's suspected lover had already left the event, Kari quickly jumped to the conclusion that the pair had arranged a rendezvous, likely in a room upstairs, during their little meeting a few minutes prior. Every the caring husband, he also informed her that he had arranged a ride home for her with one of his sales reps - Gavin Mitchell... As she stared out the widow during the car ride back to her home, Kari fumed. She had put up with the affairs, even turned a blind eye countless times when she saw a woman she thought her husband was sleeping with, but this cavalier action Jeffery took tonight was the breaking point. Arranging a tryst with his young lover, almost right in front of her, then sending her on her way with one of his employees? Even she had her limits to the humiliation she was willing to endear. Turning to size up her escort home, Kari's plan quickly took shape. She had met Gavin numerous times, and had always found him attractive. He was about 10-12 years her junior, probably around 30, and definitely look to be in shape. About six feet tall with brown hair and a handsome face that revealed just a hint of boyish charm. He will do just nicely, she thought... She insisted that he come in for a drink, a thank-you for being kind enough to drive her home. With little resistance, the young man agreed and followed his boss' wife into their upscale suburban ranch. Watching Gavin pour a couple of glasses of scotch from their living room bar, Kari worked on mustering the confidence to execute her plan. Already riding an emotional wave of pent-up anger and resentment, Kari was now adding lust and ego to the mix. The young man she was about to attempt to seduce easily supplied ammunition for the lust factor, after all just the thought of another man making love to her, let alone a handsome younger man, would have been enough to turn the heat up. The ego facet came from her wanting to prove something to herself, and in effect, her husband. She was pushing 42, and deep down she knew she wanted to prove to herself that she could still get this young guy to want her. She wanted to know that she was still desirable, even if her husband was off fucking some young thing almost half her age. Joining her prey at the bar, she took a deep breath and went for it. Taking a quick belt of the scotch to calm her nerves, she then looked him right in the eye and said, "Jeffery is having an affair." Sipping scotch himself, Gavin almost choked on the smoky alcohol, "What?" he mumbled into his glass. "With some little tramp at the office," she added. "I, I don't know what to say." he offered, a dumbfounded look on his face. "That's where he is right now you know, fucking her," her confidence was building. "That's why he sent me home with you." "I'm so sorry Kari," he said, genuinely heartfelt. "I had no idea." "Yeah well, I can deal with it," she replied, a sly little smile creeping over her lips. "Maybe I should just get myself some hot young stud to fuck too." "Ah, I don't think that..." he started, too shocked by what he was hearing to even find the words. "You wouldn't know anybody like that would you?" she asked him, placing her glass on the bar and moving closer to him. "I, um..." he stumbled. "I thought maybe I'd already found him." she interrupted, taking his glass from him and setting it down beside hers. Kari took him by surprise as she placed her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him forcefully. Her right hand slid around his neck and clutched at his hair, while her tongue flickered softly against his. She was pushing against him, her thigh brushing against his leg, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Slowly she broke the kiss and leaned back from him. "Kari... I..." he started, in complete amazement at what was happening. "Don't you find me attractive Gavin?" she asked, backing away from the astonished young man to give him a better look. Kari was a very attractive woman. She was a slim five feet six inches tall with shoulder length blonde hair, which she always kept in sexy curls fresh from the salon, making her look younger than her age. Her skin was slightly tanned, but smooth and wrinkle free, and she kept herself in great shape. Slender and toned, she had a decent size chest, with little sag, and shapely legs that rose up into a firm little ass. Tonight she was wearing a very figure hugging little black dress, a thinly strapped number, finishing just above the knee, with a neckline that plunged down far enough to show off a fairly ample amount of cleavage. Her curvy legs were clad in black stockings and bottomed out into a pair of four inch spiked heels. As usual, her curly golden locks fell in spirals down her neck and onto her shoulders. "I... of course I do Kari, you're a very beautiful woman." he finally managed to spit out. "But..." Regardless of his protests, she could already see the increasing bulge starting to grown in his pants. Undeterred, she pressed on. Moving back towards Gavin she reached up and slowly trailed her fingers down the front of his shirt, stopping to grab his tie and pull him in closer to her. She lifted her eyes to meet his and slowly moved her hand to the side and gently rubbed his nipple through his shirt. Her fingers roamed over his chest, playing with his nipple and stroking his muscles. Slowly their mouths came together, gently embracing each other's tongues as they pulled closer. Gradually, his hands found their way onto Kari's body, and his fingers soon began to explore her. His hands moved slowly up to meet her chest, greeted by the erect nipples pressing out against the thin material of her dress and smooth silk bra. His touch was gentle, send burning shockwaves into her already wet pussy. His body was becoming hard against her as well, his eyes widening as she slowly moved her hand down over his hip and onto his thigh. Without a word, she knelt in front of Gavin, her hand trailing onto his crotch. Her fingers found the button of his trousers and freed it immediately, quickly followed by his zipper. Reaching into his boxers, she slowly released his aching member. Lowering her head towards his throbbing cock, Kari leaned in as tiny kissed flowed from her lips and travelled down his shaft, from the head of his dick down to his balls. His cock aching for more attention, he grabbed a handful of her blonde curls and pulled her closer to his manhood. Relenting her teasing, she finally kissed the head and parted her lips, engulfing his prick in the warm silky wetness of her mouth. Gavin let out a low moan as her tongue followed in line with her mouth, running across the underside of his cock as her lips slid up and down. She leaned her head back and looked up at him as she held his rock hard penis in both hands and rolled her tongue around its bulbous head. I sly smile on his face, his fingers started running through her curls as she started sucking as hard as she could. He moaned as she flicked her tongue against the head of his dick and then began to move her head at a faster pace. Her left hand was now caressing his dick at the same incredible rhythm as her mouth, never once parting her lips to allow his cock to slip from her mouth. She felt his prick twitch as he neared orgasm, and she quickly pulled off of him. Stunned, he could barely react as Kari stood and cupped his face in her hands, kissing his forcefully. Their tongues entwined and he could taste his own salty pre-cum on her lips. "Unzip my dress," she whispered as she pulled away. Dutifully, Gavin reached behind her and eased down the zipper. With a little shrug as she step back from him, the dress fell silently to the floor. Kari stood before her new lover in her black silk bra and matching panties. Attached at the bottom were suspenders, holding her perfectly fitted black stockings. Completing the looks was her four inch heels. "You like?" she asked. "Oh yes," he replied as he moved towards her. She arched her back and pushed her chest against his as her took her in his arms as his mouth descended on hers, their tongues dancing against one another. His strong hands were quickly reaching around her back, fingers aiming to unhook her bra. With a sudden pop, her bra was pushed off as his eyes looked in to hers before he descended down to her chest. Gavin's hands slowly cupped the undersides of her breasts and lifted them, his tongue descending upon her tits, flicking her nipples with powerful strokes and sending electric jolts through her body. She threw her head back in ecstasy, a shower of golden locks cascading onto her shoulders as she tilted back. Eyes closed and moaning, she felt his grip on her tits become even tighter as his tongue assaulted her nipples more insistently. Reality struck Kari momentarily, and a pang of guilt hit her as her breast were being pleasured by a man other than her husband. Brushing those deterring feelings aside, she concentrated on the adrenaline pumping though her. Looking down at her lover, she met his eyes and stared into them, his gaze almost asking her to tell him what she wanted. "Eat my pussy," she whispered. Moving towards the living room couch, Gavin quickly removed his shirt and tie and finished taking off his pants and boxers as she positioned herself on the seat. Kneeling before her, she pushed her hips forward as he undid her garters and together they pulled off her panties. Her neatly trimmed mound was now level with his head. Reaching under her, he ran his open palms up the back of her stocking clad thighs until they rested on her firm ass as she closed her eyes in anticipation. Pulling her hungry cunt towards him, he drove his tongue deep into her. "Oh yes!" Kari cried out. He ran his tongue between her wet pussy lips and found her swollen red clit. Immediately he began to lick and suck her relentlessly. Her nipples hard with lust, she began to caress her breasts as he ate her pussy. She took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and squeezed until the pleasure was almost painful. Her cunt was hot with desire as he lapped furiously at her clit while she continued to pinch her nipples harder. Nearing climax and moaning almost non-stop, she released her aching breasts and took hold of his head, pushing his mouth hard against her ravenous pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, as her orgasm erupted, sending a wave of pleasure over her rigid body. Gavin felt her legs begin to fold and he slowly pulled away and rose up to sit on the couch next to her. "That was amazing," she whispered as she pulled him to her lips and a passionate kiss. He pulled away quickly and with a smile replied, "Well we're not done yet." Kari gave him a wicked grin and then began to kiss his shoulders and neck as she manoeuvred herself into a new position, straddling his crotch and placing her wet pussy against his cock. Her hips moved gently against his and her cunt slid against his dick. She quickly began massaging her breasts and running her hand over her clit. The head of his penis hit her clit and she moaned into his ear. His hands found their way to her hips, gliding her crotch even more against him. His tongue then made it's way to her tits, making her squirm even more against his hard cock. His manhood gently parted the lips of her pussy completely around it's length. He pulled her against him, grinding her cunt harder against him. His tongue was burning against her tits while his dick pushed harder and harder against her aching mound. Gavin's cock was thick with her juices now, rubbing in a steady rhythm against her clit, almost causing her to scream out in ecstasy. The slow, steady rubbing almost made her come as his shaft slid along her pussy, getting closer to pushing inside of her with each movement. Finally, the head of his dick slid halfway inside of her. "Oh yes!" Kari cried out as she clutched his shoulders and pushed down onto him almost the entire rest of the way. She moaned as his cock gently started moving inside of her. The next stroke sent his dick deeper inside. "Yes!" she howled. Her pussy was on fire and she was moaning almost every other thrust. She clutched his shoulders as his mouth trailed down her chest and his tongue circled her tit an flicked at her nipple. Her hips began to take over, circling around the base of his cock than up to the tip and back down again. "Oh yes!" she cried out, "Fuck me!" Gavin reached behind her, taking a fist full of her blonde curls and yanking it back. She let out a yell, but kept riding him, ever more urgently. Suddenly her body lurched forward and their mouths came together. He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her down onto his dick as her hips instantly sped faster, his hands holding her in place of several long slow stokes. Their mouths parted as Kari shook uncontrollably with a powerful orgasm. She moaned wildly as he held her against him and gently slipped back and forth inside her. When the shaking stopped, she slowly moved off of him and back onto the couch beside him. "Get on your knees." he told her. Still glowing in ecstasy, Kari quickly turned over, assuming the doggy-style position leaning onto the arm of the couch. He began to rub his cock against her extraordinarily wet pussy. He rubbed first against her ass, then down almost to her waiting cunt, but moved to rub against her clit. "Tell me what you want." he ordered her. "Fuck me," she begged. "Oh God, fuck me!" With that Gavin pounded inside her as his fingers clutched her ass roughly then slid up her sides to cup her breasts. She pushed back against him, her hands pressing against the arm of the couch for leverage. His movements inside her were slow, out to the tip and then half of the way in for a couple of strokes, then all the way in. He pumped harder, slamming into her as he began to feel his climax rising. Her breathing has now become a series of grunts, animal lust driving her to another orgasm of her own. His hands moved away from her tits and he once again grabbed a mitt-full of her golden locks. He began to time the thrusts of his hips with the tugging of her hair. "Oh yes Kari!" he cried out, his fuck-pace quickening. Approaching the verge of ecstasy once again, she continued to push back with each surge of his cock. "Fuck me Gavin, fuck me!" she screamed. Sensing his orgasm was imminent, he tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head back towards him as he slammed his cock into her. "C'mon Kari, show me how much of a cheating little slut you are." he whispered into her ear before shoving her head down and grabbing hold of her hips with both hands. He began furiously pumping into her, ready to come any second. Gasping for breath in between thrusts, she knew they were both about to blow. "Yes baby," she wheezed, "Fuck me! Fuck me like the cheating whore I am! Make me your slut! Fuck me like the slut I am!" She pushed against him as his body shuddered, her pussy clamping down on his ejaculating cock inside of her. Kari slowly moved back and forth onto his prick, his come oozing from her cunt as her body shivered with another little orgasm of her own. He fell against her back, enjoying the last few quivers going through their bodies as they caught their breath. Breaking Point The night air held a chill, causing her nipples to peak; two rosy buds pointing north, beckoning for attention. Flaunting really. The hot tub cycled off. She looked to Brian. He sat. His eyes closed; a slight smile on his lips. "Damn this feels good." "You wanna get out?" "No; not yet, five more minutes." Shelly relaxed. He always made her wait. She hated it. Honestly, sometimes she wondered why she ever put up with his crap. No, she knew why. His eyes. Brian had these eyes of a god. Crystal blue and tiny specs of aqua freckled his iris. She could look into his eyes for days. Sometimes, all she needed to get herself over the edge of a climax was to look into them. She could see the need in them. The want. The pure desire. She liked the fact that he wanted her. No one had ever voiced that as much as he did. He told her constantly how beautiful she was. How much he loved her generous curves, her golden curls, and her sweet dimpled smile. Brian exhaled loudly. Tonight was the night. He was going to do it. He had to tell her. He'd been living with the lie for months, hoping for the ability to bury it in his mind. Well, it buried it alright-and marked itself with a 6 foot head stone. That first night played into his mind, and uncontrollably he felt himself harden. The steam of the water hid the red in his face. Amber was beautiful. No, Shelly was beautiful. Amber was a goddess. She had these eyes. Clear blue; untainted by any other color. Sometimes, all that he needed to get himself over the edge of a climax was to look into those icy blue orbs, and he could see her want. Her need. Her animal instincts. Shelly made move to get up. He looked at her wet body. Her breasts hung heavy, dripping beads of moisture falling from them. She never wore a top in the hot tub. When they had bought it, it had been fun. Now, 6 months later, he'd grown tired of it. Who ever thought that he could grow tired of a beautiful woman's chest? "I'm going inside." "O.K. I'll be there in a few." Shelly fumed. Hurriedly she toweled off, and strode to the sliding glass doors. Catching the reflection of herself mirrored in the glass, she studied it momentarily. Her breasts were perky. Her stomach well toned. Her eyes moved to the image of Brian over her shoulder. She saw him rising from the water. His muscular arms tensing as he lifted his magnificent body over the edge. Seeing his erection caused her to smile. He wanted her. Her smile widened as she went inside. Shit. Why does this happen? Looking down to his shorts, he mumbled a few more words in disgust and headed into the house, dripping water along the way. "Shelly? Where'd you go?" "I'm in the bedroom!" Brian headed down the hall to the room that they shared, pausing at a picture of them in the hall. Shelly was mid -- laugh, her head bent towards his. He smiled in return, the joy apparent by the sparkle in his eyes. We looked so happy. How in the hell am I going to tell her that I'm not? Turning the corner into their room, his eyes rested on Shelly. She lay naked, her bronze body shimmering against the pale light. His body painfully reminded him that he was aroused, the blood straining against its own confines. Turning off his mind, he lowered his shorts and moved toward the bed. Shelly had her eyes closed. She heard the rustle of his swimming trunks as he took them off. She could hear the floor boards creak as he moved towards her. The bed shifted as he lowered his weight onto it. Keeping her eyes closed she reached out to him, her hand instinctively finding his place of pleasure. He was rock hard. She smiled and opened her eyes. He was looking at her, his eyes slowly taking the sight of her in. Brian ran his eyes down her body, mentally noting the changes she had made. Since he had met her, she'd lost 30 pounds. She'd grown her blonde hair out. She shaved herself completely bare. She'd even started tanning, knowing he'd like it. She was so perfect, yet so wrong for him. Why did it take him so long to see that? Shelly wanted sex. She thrived off of it. Her insatiable appetite had been astounding when they'd first met. Fucking her in the shower, the backseat, the hood of his Mustang inside the garage; it had all been so exciting and new. Now he'd grown bored; tired of her constant need. He prepared himself. He was going to give her the best night of her life, before breaking her heart in the morning. Shelly's pulse quickened as he positioned himself lower on the bed. Spreading her thighs, she gave him full access to her. Brian lowered his head, his tongue moving already in anticipation. The first flutter caused her to jump. He moved past this, taking her into his mouth and slowly sucking her now swollen clit. Her eyes rolled. Taking her hands, she pushed his face into her. He ate her with a ferocious hunger; his tongue moving quickly, her clit bouncing back and forth in a wild fashion. She could feel her blood warming. The tiny stars of passion were forming in the backs of her eyes. Cautiously, he brought his hand to her, testing her wetness. Shelly could feel the slickness that was dripping from her. She arched her body against him, praying that he would give her what she wanted. Brian placed his finger inside of her, feeling the ridges of her walls and her engorged clit from the inside. His tongue never breaking stride, he put two more inside her. She was tight. He loved that about her. He began to rhythmically move his hand, forcing his fingers inside and pulling them out, softly at first, gradually building up to a hard, fast pace. Shelly moaned. He loved when she moaned. He had jokingly told her once that she screamed like a porn star. It was true. Moving faster he felt her body tense. The quivering muscles and nerves tickling his face, he continued until her screams subsided. Pulling his face from her, he noted the cum that coated his hand. She was one of the few women he knew that actually came. Shelly attempted to catch her breath. The room was spinning. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply. Brian moved towards her, bringing his hand to her lips. Looking at him now, she took his fingers into her mouth, tasting herself on them. Brian brought his lips to hers. She could feel the wetness on his moustache. He kissed her warmly, moving his tongue over her bottom lip, pausing to focus on the cold piece of metal that pierced it. She knew he loved her lip ring. She'd been so scared to get it done, but he'd held her hand through the entire process. She laughed as she remembered they way that he'd made fun of her the next day when she'd tried to drink a coke from the can. Feeling her lips break into a chuckle, Brian separated from her. Looking into her brown eyes, he smiled. "What?" "I was just remembering the day after I got my lip ring, when I tried to drink that pop, and dribbled it all over my white shirt at Steve and Jen's house." "Ah. Yeah, that was pretty funny." "I'm glad you conv---" Brian stopped her midsentence with another passionate kiss. He never kissed her like this. She loved it, but normally he complained that the hairs on his lip tickled him too much, and he wouldn't shave it. She could kiss all night if he let her. Sometimes, when she'd masturbate, she'd lock lips with him to intensify the feelings. Mildly irritated by the feeling of his hair on his lip, Brian continued to kiss her. He knew she liked it. In the corner of his mind he wondered if he should let her blow him. She gave great head. In fact, most of his buddies knew that she could suck a golf ball through a 50 foot garden hose. Still thinking that thought, Brian exhaled as Shelly moved south. God damn, I'm a fucking loser for letting her do this. She grabbed his now throbbing dick in her right hand, and playfully pulled at his balls with her left. The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was her tongue moving across her lips. Shelly surveyed the head of his penis. Brian had one of the nicest one's she'd ever seen. The tip was soft, and smooth. He was uncut, actually the first uncircumcised penis she had ever seen in her 23 years. Sure, she'd seen them in pictures, or some foreign pornographic videos, but seeing one in person was much different. She licked her lips, making them moist, and grasping his shaft hard, brought her mouth to him. Immediately she let her spit pour down him. She knew he liked it wet. Brian inhaled deeply as Shelly put her lips around him. Her hand began to move rhythmically, and she sucked slow and hard. He opened his eyes as she touched his head to the back of her throat. This girl was amazing. Her pace quickened, he felt his nuts tense. Damn, she was too amazing. Shelly could feel the customary spasm, and seconds later her mouth was filled with his hot cum. She swallowed it immediately and licked him clean. He always tasted like honey and pineapple. Brian pulled himself sharply from her mouth as she continued to suck. He rolled onto the bed beside her. Looking into her face he saw nothing but happiness in her brown eyes. What's wrong with me? Wondering how the morning would go, his mind became distracted when Shelly began touching herself. She knew it turned him on. Her hand around his semi -- soft penis began to lightly play. When the blood fully returned, she straddled him, taking his length into her. Sitting on top of him now, Shelly looked into his eyes. "Am I hurting you?" "No, why?" "You just have this weird look on your face, like I was causing you pain." Brian clenched his jaw. "I'm fine." "I love you." Silence. She waited for his response. Brian closed his eyes. "I love you too." And with that Shelly took what was hers. She rode him, moving fast and short. Stopping, she positioned herself over him, her knees to her chest, and moved up and down his shaft. This lasted for five minutes. Hot and wanting, Shelly rolled to her back. Brian took a moment. Then, slowly, he moved over her. Positioning her knees over his shoulders, he took release. It was quick. His own orgasm was like a knife in his gut. Rolling to his back, he closed his eyes. "Good night sweetheart." "Good night Shelly." Shelly woke up to an empty bed. Rolling over she tested the sheets for Brian's warmth. They were cold. Pulling herself out of bed, she made way to the bathroom. Putting tooth paste onto her toothbrush she thought to herself it's weird he didn't say goodbye to me. Normally he would kiss her goodbye in the mornings when he left for work. Rinsing her mouth, she walked back into the bedroom to sign on to her yahoo account. She would usually talk to Brian on the computer for a few hours in the morning before she went into work. Waiting for it to login, she looked out the window of their room. The neighbor was out mowing the lawn. Who mows the lawn at 7 A.M? Brian winced when he saw that Shelly was online. He was going to tell her this morning. He had wanted to wake her up before he left for work, but she had looked so peaceful, her hair caressing her generous breasts, and her mouth forming a tiny "O". "Good morning sweetheart." "Morning." "How's work going so far?" "Crappy. Two call centers are down, and we have 3000 calls in que." "Aww...I'm sorry, need me to let you work?" "No, it's okay. We need to talk about something." "I'm sorry I left my clothes on the floor." " No. It's not that." "What's wrong?" "I've just been thinking..." "About what? I've been thinking too. Are we going to go to Breckenridge?" "No, Shelly. We need to talk." "About...?" "I don't think we're working." "huh?" "This isn't right." Shelly felt her heart sink. What was he saying? "What do you mean?" "We aren't working anymore." "What?" "I'm sorry, the last thing I want to do is hurt you." "You want to break up?" "Yeah." "You're breaking up with me on IM?" "I'm sorry."