I’m not a man that asks for much. I love my steak medium-rare. I like my music loud with the bass up. I like my women big and curvy.
Initially, I thought double D’s and soft, plump asses were just some phase or fetish I was into. Yet, the more my friends talked about their types, the more sure about my own preferences I became.
They preferred tall, think, shapely ass and perky tits. A flat tummy and slender legs. Essentially, their dicks perked up at a carbon copy of what a traditional supermodel is supposed to look like. Don’t get me wrong, I could certainly appreciate the work required to maintain a slender figure and a tight tummy. It just wasn’t for *me*.
I try telling them big girls are wetter, kinkier, and the blowjobs are to die for. While my friends are begging the “hottest” chicks across campus to text them back, I’m busy having the best sex of my life. Ah well, more for me.
I needed a large, spankable ass to fuck. I need big tits to kiss and grip, and thick thighs to crush my head when I’m making her clit sing. Nothing on this planet is more satisfying than a big, beautiful woman under me and watching her tits bounce in rhythm while we fuck.
If only school wasn’t kicking my ass, then I’d be able to get out of the library and cum in a plus sized beauty, instead of another one of my socks.
So since Thanksgiving holiday awarded me a break, I’m ready to risk it all. Not just because I’m horny enough to go insane, but because my little sister continually teased me with her best friend, her roommate, and newest Friend of the Family, every single holiday.
Her gorgeous, full figured best friend Bailey.
Light brown eyes like pools of honey. Gorgeous long locks draped over her shoulders. Skin so soft it makes silk envious. Lips so full I couldn’t help but imagine them covered in red lipstick, wrapped around my cock. A plump ass under those black leggings, and perfect, backbreaking Double D’s to match. Or Triple D. Didn’t care. They were huge and I loved them.
The past two years, she joined my family for the holidays. Each dinner, outing, or activity, we’ve exchanged quick glances, flirty banter, and completely ignoring the sexual tension. I’d undress her with my eyes, she’d notice, then blush and hastily look away.
Of course, since these were family events and outings, I never had the chance to corner her and pursue. I guess for the better, keeping me out of trouble of fucking my sisters best friend.
At least, until now.
The house cleared out, the older folks of my family broke out the wine, cards and reminisced about stories they’ve told each other dozens of times. This left me to watch football in the basement by myself. Alone until I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
“Chris?”
The angelic voice of Bailey hits my ears, and she descends into the basement. My eyes are fixated on her when she enters my view. I’m target locked on those tits in that bra, hidden under that blouse. Her thighs and ass covered in the leggings that make everything about her begging for me to undress.
I try to play it cool. “Pleasant surprise. I thought you and Cori were going to go see Aunt Mary.”
She shifts in her seat. “I told her I wasn’t feeling well. I don’t think your Aunt Mary likes me very much.”
“You’re right,” I joke. Her head hangs, giving me a good giggle. “She doesn’t like anyone very much. She’s a huge bitch.”
Her infectious smile and adorable giggle makes my cock perk up.
“Plus, I saw you weren’t going, and I wanted to see you.” she says
From perked up to fully erect within a fraction of a second. “And here I am. What can I help you with?”
Those light brown eyes scan me from head to toe, matching my eyes traveling every square centimeter of her body. She sits next to me on the couch, and takes a nervous breath.
“You were checking me out pretty hard at me at dinner.”
“Sorry,” I lied. “I just find you *really* attractive. I’ll work on it.”
Bailey plays with her fingernails, and her eyes darted around the room, looking like she wants to spring up and hide behind the bar. “Well, you need to work on picking up when I’m checking you out.”
I flash her my best smile, “Good. Because I’m not gonna feel bad about it. That’s ok? You look nervous.”
Her hands fidget with each other, and her feet awkwardly shuffle over the other. “It is! Sorry, I’m just nervous and didn’t expect it.”
“Why not?”
“Well, guys usually talk to me to get at my friends and your sister, or because they think I’m easy. I had to make sure you didn’t think the same.”
I lean across the couch and kiss her cheek. “No, I look at you like that because you’re fucking sexy.”
As I take my chance with the kiss, just a quick peck to make her heart flutter, she grabs me by the back of my head and presses her lips to me. I grab her waist and pull her into me, and she melts right into my body. Her hands paw at my chest and abs, my cock tensing for her touch.
Like we could get caught at any moment, we start ripping clothes off each other. The tension of years of seeing each other threatening to kill us if we didn’t break it. Well, we could get caught, my parents of one of their friends could come down and see this at any time. But at the touch of those lips, new passion turns to carnal lust.
Instead of the smart option of just taking our pants off, we throw caution to the wind. My pants are off. Her shirt is tossed aside. My shirt, her leggings, her bra. All of it. We want to see everything about each other. Every inch, every curve is exposed to us.
She tries her hardest to hide from me, shrinking herself and trying to sink into the couch. But she can’t hide her need from me, and she can’t deny either of us the treat she’s wanted so long.
I crawl over her, savoring her shudder when my teeth nibble at her shoulder, giving her small bruises she would love later, to remind her of our time together. The soft, long kisses on her neck, shift to running my tongue across her chest, then caressing the beautiful curves on her stomach and waist en route to her warm inner thighs.
When we can no longer stand it, I bury my face in that beautiful slit. Luscious juices gush over my tongue with each flick at her sensitive nub. Soft hands grip the back of my head, pulling me in closer. Her thighs tightened over my shoulders. I see that large chest rising and falling as I push her closer and closer to the brink of a euphoria.
“Right there, right there!”
My ring and middle fingers insert and curl inside her tight hole. She does her best to muffle pleasure, but she can’t hold back. I’m so turned on my cock nearly hurts. I maintain my form for another few moments, feeling her get closer and closer, and she loses it. Her body jolts under my control, and that sweet candy of hers gives me a mouthful. I relish each and every second and clean up the mess we made.
“I’ve never cum like that before.” she says through winded breaths.
I lick her sweet orgasm off my fingers, rising from her thighs so she can see me savor it.
“Happy I could be of service.”
A soft hand dives between my legs and wraps around my cock, treating the pants and boxers as if they were never there to begin with. She pumps my manhood hard and fast, like she wants me to finish all over her *right now*.
“You going to lick up the next one like that?” she asks.
I kiss her, long and tight so she can still taste the first orgasm. I then say, “For you? I’ll lick up the next 100.”
My cock slides in her soaked pussy and every inch I enter her is another second I feel like blowing my load inside her, hardly even a stroke in. The feeling of her taking every inch that I had made me *weak*. Never had I been inside someone so tight, so wet. Her plump lips showing me her “O” face, her cheeks reddened. My toes are curled already. Can I just stay in here like this for the rest of my life?
“Fuuuuck.” I moan.
Sharp nails dig into my back, holding on for dear life while I’m fully inside her, and finding a rhythm in easily the best pussy I’ve ever had. Her body relaxes under me, and she smiles, watching me enjoy what her forbidden fruits had to offer. Her pussy still pulls me in deeper, massaging every inch of me, making my head spin with how sensational it all feels.
“*Yes. Yes. I want it. Fuck me.*” she moans directly in my ear.
My pace increased; I can’t help but smile watching those giant, gorgeous tits bounce with the rhythm we were making. I moan nearly as loudly as she does, careful to be too noisy to the adults drinking upstairs. But who cares? Not I. The thrill of sex with someone you’ve wanted for a long time, and it’s everything you thought it would be. The thrill of getting caught, that at any time, someone could walk in and get an eyeful of me balls deep into a woman so profoundly gorgeous. I’ve never felt more alive and excited.
I am full speed, plunging deeper and deeper, faster and faster into her. Her curves ripple with the waves of pleasure I am pounding through her body.
“Fuck me, Chris. *Right there, right there!*”
My right hand grabbed a handful of her breast, squeezing her tit so hard I’d leave an imprint for days. My left grabs her hips, holding her tight and forcing her into me, fucking her deeply and thoroughly.
She goes *wild*, burying her pretty face into my shoulder, moaning and wailing into me. Her pussy quivers around me tighter and rougher I treat her. Like I owned her, and every inch of her belonged to me and I can do whatever the fuck I wanted.
My firm grip on her tits turned into me slapping those melons, reddening them as much as I wanted. Those brown eyes rolling in the back of her head forced my hand, then I found myself pounding her relentlessly with my hand wrapped around her throat.
“Cum on this fucking cock.” I demand of her,
In a hushed forced breath, she manages to escape, “Yes sir” and her entire body tenses and releases at once, and she cums with intensity I had never seen before.
“Fucking give it to me.” I order.
The girl I’ve salivated over for years, cumming twice under my efforts? The sight of her body shaking with her orgasm coming in waves, with my cock as the cause of it all is too much for me to resist.
She gasps, “Shoot your cum in me. I want it. I want it!”
Her pretty eyes are staring deep into mine while she begs. Her face full of sexy innocence, asking– no, telling me– where and how to finish. My heart smashes against my ribcage. With the last powerful thrusts, I have, I shoot my load deep in her pussy, and her thirsty twat drinks every drop I have to give.
Drained, spent and satisfied, I collapse on her. We’re breathing heavily, trying to regain control of ourselves. At peace. Satisfied. Amazed.
“I never thought that you were into me, and if you were, never thought that I’d get *that*. I had no idea you’d fuck like that.” she says.
“We’ll, I’ve rehearsed it in my head since the day you showed up here. You’re amazing.”
Her cheeks blush. The post coital glow made her look even more beautiful. “Well, what did you rehearse us doing afterwards?”
“I don’t know, I never thought I’d get this far. Probably cuddling you. Then doing it again.”
She spanks my ass, actually startling me. “Well, I wouldn’t say no to cuddles. Maybe I can taste you this time.”
My cock processes this well before my brain does, as it perks up, desperate to give her more as if this is the last time, I’m ever going to have sex. “Say no more.”
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