Chapter One: New Season
Sometimes things happen for a reason. That’s what they say anyway. I tend not to believe in that say-ing. Shit happens is more my philosophy. I work at a packing and shipping firm in one of the busiest cities, so I usually do not have the time to socialize.
My days are usually spent in front of a computer printing shipping forms or receiving invoices. My only salvation is football season. It’s the one time of the year to relax, scream, and shout at the box.
My football buddy used to live down the hall from me in the apartment building I live in, but last year he moved out to be with his girlfriend of two weeks. Two weeks is all it took for him to move out. He fell hook, line, and sinker for her mind games, and now he will probably get her pregnant and be stuck with her for life. His problem, not mine.
I love to stick to myself; most of my neighbors know nothing about me, and I like to keep it that way. Football season is about to start, and I will watch it alone for the first time in four years. Which is fine with me, but it’s always fun to make fun of someone cheering for the other team.
I was on my way into the building when I noticed a moving truck parked at the service entrance. Our apartment building is relatively expensive, so seeing a moving vehicle meant someone was moving out or getting kicked out. There were many vacancies throughout the four floors because of the high price.
When I got closer, I noticed the back of the truck was nearly empty, and the ramp was close to the door.
‘It couldn’t be,’ I thought to myself.
As I got to the front entrance, Francis, the doorman, smiled at me. I was not too fond of his smile. It was fake, as were the other people that worked in the building.
“Someone moving out?” I asked as I opened the small mailbox.
“No,” Francis smiled. “We have new tenants.”
‘Great more people to avoid. I smiled and then walked away as quickly as possible. Francis had the bad habit of making a small conversation into a much longer one.
I took the elevator up to my level, and they were smack in the middle of the hallway, trying to get an oversized couch into the doorway.
‘Turn it sideways, idiots,’ I thought to myself as I tried to walk by without being noticed.
“Hello, there neighbor,” a man yells from inside the apartment. The two moving guys look at me to ask if I want to get past the significant obstruction.
‘Nope, just standing in the hallway for my health,’ I thought.
“Hi,” I say out loud to the voice.
“Names Marshall,” the man says as the couch finally pops through the door.
“Matt,” I replied, shaking his hand. I can see already he will be hard to avoid. He is one of ‘those guys, the ones that want to be friends with everybody. He has brown hair. Skinny and tall.
“So, you live in the building?” Marshall asks as he looks me over. The usual guy thing to do.
I am much taller than him at 6’ 4, with dark black skin, a bald head, and very much in shape. I run and go to the gym on a very tight schedule. Dark brown eyes. My ex-girlfriend used to say I was full of shit because of their dark color.
“Nope just hanging in the corridor seeing what goes on in here,” I reply. Hopefully, my sarcasm will push him away.
“Ah, stupid question huh,” Marshall laughs. “My bad,” he says, pointing to himself.
‘Okay, this needs to end soon,’ I think to myself as I look at him. He was already thinking about some-thing else to say, “I am going to head to my apartment now,” I say, not trying to be polite, quickly walking away before he can get a word in.
When I get into my apartment, I quickly lock the door and reach for my stereo remote turning it on full blast. Hopefully, that will make sure he doesn’t follow.
The rest of the night was uneventful, except that my team lost its first preseason game. Lucky preseason doesn’t mean anything, or I would have been mad. At least the new guys looked promising.
As I left for work the next day, I noticed two new cars in the parking garage. They must belong to the new guys. Maybe he is married or has a roommate. I shrug it off and drive on to work.
On the way home, I ran into the adult store to pick up some of my favorite magazines, my subscription ran out, and I had forgotten to renew it. Afterward, I headed back home. As I parked, I noticed Mar-shall getting out of his car and running toward me.
“Howdy,” Marshall says, running to catch up to me.
“Hi,” I reply trying to be as distant as possible.
“Sorry about the movers yesterday,” Marshall said as he walked with me to the elevator.
“It happens,” I reply, trying to end this conversation quickly.
“We just moved here from Montana,” Marshall says as we enter the elevator.
Okay, I will bite this time. Maybe he was interested in sports. I could do with someone else to talk sports with, maybe go to a bar.
“Really?” I say in the most exciting voice I can come up with. The sound of it coming out of my mouth didn’t sound right.
“Yeah, my firm collapsed, and the only other opportunity that opened was here,” Marshall shrugs as the elevator door opens.
“Ah, sorry to hear that,” I reply once we get out of the elevator.
“You don’t know where any sports bars do you?” Marshall asks.
Okay, now he has my interest.
“Depends on what game you are trying to watch,” I reply.
“No, not me. I hate sports,” Marshall said, shaking his head. “It’s for the wife, she loves football, and she can get pretty loud with the screaming and yelling,” Marshall said, shaking his head like a bobble-head doll.
“Well, there are two down the road, but I think the best football bar is the farthest straight down on the left. Mackie’s, I think it’s called,” I tell him walking past his door.
“Where do you go?” Marshall asks quickly.
‘Dammit, so close!’ I screamed internally. I didn’t get away fast enough.
“I have a good setup in my apartment, so I watch there,” I reply, not looking around. Damn my hones-ty.
“Would it be a bother if she could come over to watch a few games? Until she gets settled?” Marshall asked.
“Sure,” I reply through gritted teeth. “What the hell?”
“Thank you. I will tell her,” Marshalls says as he hurries into his apartment.
Why didn’t I think of that, running away? I could run, but no, I had to stand and talk. Now I got some unknown woman coming to my apartment to watch football. Just great.
I sat on my couch waiting for my show to come on when there was a knock on the door.
“Hi,” Marshall says as I open the door.
“What?” I ask him as rudely as I can. He stands there looking at me with a sad look on his face. “I mean what is it?” I say back.
I am starting to feel sorry for this guy. Unlike most, I can tell his real intention is to be my friend.
“My wife’s team is playing tonight, can she watch it here? I have work to do, and she is distracting me,” Marshall says as he stands in my doorway.
He must have asked one of the others what apartment I lived in; I am sure one of them thought it would be a good laugh.
“That’s fine,” I reply.
I could do with some company since it had been a while since I had a visitor in my apartment. Besides, I wasn’t going to watch any games tonight. Marshall rushed away with a big smile on his face.
I walked back to the television and turned it on the sports channel. I had no clue what team this person would like, and since there were three games on, I left it on the sports channel. As I headed back to my computer, the door knocked.
“It’s open!” I yelled as I headed away from the door.
“Matt?” I hear a woman’s voice from the other room.
“The television is on, turn it to the channel you want,” I yell back. I started on all the paperwork I could not complete from the day before and today.
“Thank you,” the voice says back. Moments go by in silence, just the drum of the football game in the background.
“Fuck me sideways! Catch the fucking ball!” I hear from behind me.
The sudden noise made me jump as I forgot that someone was there. I smiled and continued doing what I was doing.
“Seriously, dude. You suck dicks!” Another scream comes from the room. I laugh at that one and stand up to see what is happening.
When I walked into the room, an attractive woman was sitting on my couch in front of me. Her legs were crossed under her, and she was drinking one of my beers.
She had a long brunette with blonde highlights and adorable eyes that looked blue from where I was standing. She was wearing a Bronco shirt with jean shorts. Her flip-flops were on the floor.
“Having fun?” I asked as I walked around the couch.
“I would if my team didn’t suck donkey dicks!” she says before realizing she is in my apartment. “Sorry, I have a foul mouth when I watch football,” she says while looking at the beer. “I will pay you back,” she smiles at me.
“No big,” I say, looking at the game. The Broncos were losing to the Jets. “It’s only preseason,” I say. She gave me a look that could kill.
“Fuck that. They sucked last year and sucked during the draft picking up a god damn QB when we needed receivers. Well, they could receive perfectly if they bent over in the shower,” she said, taking a massive swig off the beer bottle.
My kind of girl, I thought to myself.
“Want another?” I ask, getting up and heading to the kitchen.
“Sure! What ya got to snack on?” she asks.
“Was going to order something probably Chinese,” I reply.
“Pizza with wings and I will pay,” she says back. I smile and nod.
“Phone is behind you. The pizza place is speed dial four,” I say back to her as I throw a bottle of beer at her.
As I threw it, I forgot she was not my beer bud. She catches it in one hand while dialing the phone number with the other.
“What toppings?” she asks.
“You pick,” I reply, then start relaxing back on the couch as she orders.
The rest of the night went comfortably well. We both scream and yell at the television and eat pizza and wings. We both forget that it is getting late until there is a knock on the door.
“Doors open!” We both yell in unison.
“Britt? You have that interview in the morning,” Marshall says as he peeps his head through the door.
“Shit!” she says as she gets up. “Thanks, Matt,” she says as she walks out the door.
“Thanks, Matt,” Marshall says as they leave.
I was left cleaning up the mess as usual. I spent most of the night trying to catch up on my paperwork. I did not sleep too well.
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As I left for work in the morning, I saw her coming out of her apartment.
“Hi,” I say as I pass by.
“Matt!” she says in an excited voice. “Thanks again” she reached for her purse… “I have to pay you for the beer,” she says.
“Forget it,” I reply. “You can bring the beer next time,” I say back to her as I pass her.
“Deal!” she shouts down the hall.
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The next few weeks go by without incident. I didn’t see any of them in the hall. She must have gotten the job, and he said his work is mostly from home.
The weekend was approaching, which meant the start of the regular season. I had loaded the fridge and freezer with beers and snacks. I had forgotten entirely about her down the hall until I returned from my run Saturday afternoon.
“Matt,” I heard her yell out.
I looked around for the person who yelled my name and saw no one.
“Yes?” I reply, still not seeing anyone. Then I saw her roll out from under one of the cars.
“We are still on for Sunday, right?” Brittany asked. I had guessed that Britt was short for Brittany. She stood up and walked over to me.
“Oh yeah, definitely,” I say as I look at Brittany for the first time in daylight. My apartment had been dark with only the light from the television. Now in broad daylight, I had a better look at her.
Brittany’s hair was matted with sweat and oil. Her black shirt was soaked from sweat and stuck to her frame, which is by all standards excellent! She wouldn’t be considered America’s top model or anything like that, but she was stunning in most circles.
For the first time, I noticed that she was very blessed in the chest area. The dark shirt hid most, but from what I could tell, she blew my ex-girlfriend out of the water, and she had F cups.
“Sorry would shake your hand but I had to change the brakes,” Brittany said, wiping her hand across her face.
“Yeah, I have to take mine in to get done soon,” I said, looking over at my SUV. Brittany gave me an-other one of those looks that could kill.
“I’ll do it,” Brittany said. “Go get the parts, I am already dirty, and we could talk about the upcoming games.”
“Parts?” I asked. I had no clue about what parts to get for my vehicle.
“You city people,” Brittany shook her head. She took out her phone and looked a few things up. “Number?”
The way she said it and how she looked at me didn’t seem like a question or a request but more like a demand.
I gave her my phone number, and she sent me a text with the screenshot.
“Go and get them,” Brittany said, tossing me the keys to her car. She held her hand open as I gave her mine.
“It’s the…” I began to say, but she had already started walking towards it.
“Go,” Brittany said, tying her long hair back in a ponytail. “I will get started.”
When I got back, Brittany showed me how to change my brakes. She even pointed out that I needed rotors, which meant I had to take another trip to the store.
After a while and a long talk, I managed to change three of them by myself. It was much cheaper than going to the mechanics. We both stood up sweaty and hands covered in dirt.
“See you Sunday,” Brittany said, shaking my hand. “I got to go to the store and pick dinner up.”
On the way up to my apartment, I bumped into Marshall, who looked guilty about something for some reason. He looked around as I got off the elevator.
“Hey,” I nodded towards him as I walked closer.
“You still on for Sunday?” Marshall asked. I looked at him strangely as he slammed the door to his apartment hard.
“Huh?” I asked. As he stood barricading the door like I wanted to go into his apartment.
“Football?” he replies.
“Yeah, of course, just got done talking about it. With Brittany,” I said as I walked away.
He stood there waving at me, still holding onto the door handle. Something was odd with him today.
The rest of the day went by without incident until later when I realized I didn’t have enough beer for the games tomorrow, I had enough if it was just me, but remembering that Brittany was coming, I knew I had to get more. Cursing myself, I left to go to the local liquor store. It was a short drive, and I liked going there because I knew the owner.
“Hey Matt,” the owner whispers as I walk around.
I walked over to him. He always had funny things to tell me about things going on in the neighbor-hood.
“That new neighbor of yours is a hot one huh?” he smiles. He grins from ear to ear.
“Yeah, but you’re a Mexican, Rey,” I say back to him. We always play the race game with each other.
“What’s that mean, huh?” Rey laughs back at me as I go to get the beer.
“You’re like chest level to her,” I say back.
He laughed as another customer came through the door. To my surprise, it was Marshall with two guys. I nod at him as he comes in, he nods back, but his face drops.
“Hold on, guys,” Marshall says to the two guys as he walks up to me. “Uh, hi,” he says, looking down at the floor.
“Hi,” I answer back. The odd silence is annoying. “Are you going to say something, this beer is getting heavy.”
“They are just some work friends. We are getting some wine. We are celebrating a contract deal,” Mar-shall says, not making eye contact.
Like I care what he or his friends do. Looking over at the other two. They were in the wine section, both looking in my direction. Neither of them seemed like they worked in the same field as Marshall. As I make eye contact, they both look away from me.
It finally clicks in my head. “I despise cheaters,” I say to Marshall as I look down at him.
“I know, I should have…” Marshall begins to say in a high-pitched whine. “I will tell her tomorrow. She thinks I am working overnight,” he says in that irritating voice.
“Tomorrow before the game,” I say, pushing by him.
I pay for the beer shaking my head at Rey, who also has connected the dots. The three of them leave without buying anything. I watch them go before heading home.
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The morning came fast, and even though I was tempted to go down the hall and tell his wife, I kept my promise. I spent most of the morning cleaning the apartment.
Part of me expected her not to show. Another part expects her to come in and cry her eyes out. Both of which I find myself not wanting to happen. The pre-game shows start, and I sit and wait. The door opens, and she walks in, silent as a mouse.
“Don’t say a word,” Brittany says, raising a finger at me.
I nodded as I sat silently as she walked to the kitchen. She took a beer from the fridge. We sat in si-lence as the early games came on.
“Switch, please,” Brittany said as she looked at the screen. So, I switched to one of the other games.
I expected her to be crying, but she looked furious. The game we were watching had neither of our teams playing, but it was a team in her division.
I turned on the feature that switched the channel to the team in the red zone. After a few plays, she be-gan to start her usual screaming at the players. Moreover, she seemed to have returned to her regular self by the second quarter.
“Thank you,” Brittany said as she looked at me.
“For what?” I answered with a smile.
“You know what,” Brittany replied.
“No problem,” I said as we knocked our beer bottles together.
We started cheering and screaming at the teams on the television. Then at half-time, I went to the bath-room; when I came out, Brittany was in tears.
“Sorry, I tried,” Brittany nodded at me.
“Don’t worry about it. I was kind of expecting it, really, “I say, reaching for the paper towels.
“My father said he seemed a bit fruity,” Brittany smiled.
“Should have listened, huh?” I said.
“You’re not helping,” Brittany laughed.
“Well, weren’t there any signs?”
“What? Did he want to fuck me in the ass all the time?” Brittany laughed.
“Well, that wasn’t what I meant, but yeah,” I replied.
“No, actually, he never wanted to. Even when I said I wanted to try it,” Brittany shrugged.
“Too close to the real thing, I guess,” I said, shrugging.
“Hey!” Brittany said, tossing the roll of paper towels at me, “I’ve got long hair and a nice ass. Thank you very much!”
“So, you say,” I said the ice was broken, and she was smiling again. That’s all that mattered.
“Well, his loss, just got to figure out what to do now,” Brittany said as the game started. The camera panned on the cheerleaders.
“There is a sign right there. How can he not watch football, just for the cheerleaders?” I said.
Brittany stared at me. “You serious? They look like little boys with those flat chests,” Brittany looked back at the screen. “Look at that one. She barely has anything going on,” she pointed out to one of them.
“At least they are there. I didn’t say I liked them, just said any guy would like to see cheerleaders,” I replied.
“I tried to be a cheerleader once,” Brittany smiled. “They said I was too big.”
“Nah,” I said as I looked at her. She was in good shape, her legs looked great in the jeans shorts, and her chest was massive, to sum it up.
“You try jumping around with these things,” Brittany said as she grabbed her boobs and shook them. “I nearly knocked myself out a couple of times.”
I coughed up my beer.
“Don’t do that,” I said as I tried to regain my composure.
“What? This?” Brittany said, shaking her boobs again.
“Yes, that,” I say.
“Why?” Brittany laughed as she looked at me. “They like it,” she said, hoisting them up and letting them fall. They bounced oh so nicely. They were definitely natural.
“Well, cause, never mind,” I say, returning my gaze to the game.
“Ah, you’re a boob guy,” Brittany nodded as she leaned back onto the couch.
“Duh!” I laughed as Brittany pelted me with a chip. “What’s with the throwing?” I laugh.
Brittany shrugged as we returned to watching the rest of the game. I switched when that game was over to my team’s game. Her team was on the other channel, so we had it split-screened.
“You already lost, you know that, right?” Brittany said. She was right, we had no chance against this team, but I still wanted to watch all of it.
“Shush,” I say back to her.
“So, what’s the biggest?” Brittany asks.
“Biggest what?” I replied
“Biggest pair you laid your hands on?” Brittany asked as she looked over at me.
“Uh,” I knew the exact size, but I pretended to make it look like I was trying to remember, “40F, I think,” No doubt they were F. They belonged to my recent ex.
“Pfft!” Brittany said with a laugh, trying to hold in her beer as she swallowed. “I think I was an F in my first year of high school.”
“Nice!” I reply, trying not to sound interested. “What about you?”
“Just over seven inches, kind of thick,” Brittany said this time like she was bragging.
“I can’t remember being that size,” I said as I took a swig of my beer.
Brittany looked at me with wide eyes, then looked down at my crotch.
“Oh really? Okay let’s make these games a bit more interesting,” Brittany said, sitting up. “If your team scores first. I will show you mine, if my team scores, you got to drop your pants?” she said the last part with a devious smile.
I have nothing to be ashamed of in that region. I am bigger than most men. On the other hand, I would love to see what she was hiding under that shirt.
“You are on,” I said, sitting up.
We both sat in silence as we watched the games unfold. My team, of course, couldn’t move the ball against a high school defense. Her team’s defense couldn’t stop anybody, but then one of her corner-backs caught an interception and ran it back.
“Crap!” I swore as I stood up.
“Come on, drop ’em!” Brittany shouted, turning to face me. I dropped my jeans and then my boxers. “Holy Shit!” Brittany shouted as she stared at my dick. “Didn’t know they came in that size!” she smiled. Her eyes opened wide as she stared at it. “What got you excited like that?”
“I’m not,” I smiled back at her.
“You’ve got to be shitting me. It gets bigger?” Brittany said, not taking her eyes off me.
I nod, looking at her. “Okay, you saw it. Back to the games,” I said, reaching down for my pants.
Brittany quickly swatted my hands away from my pants.
“I want to see,” Brittany said as she pulled on her jersey, revealing her chest in a bra that could hold the Rocky Mountains. Her massive chest overspilt each cup.
“Wow!” I say, looking down at them. Brittany reached behind her and unbuckled the bra, still staring at my now-growing dick.
“You can say that again!” Brittany said, not even paying attention to me staring at her huge boobs.
They weren’t just big. They were huge and hung so nicely. They weren’t saggy or perky but just right, with tiny pink nipples that begged to be sucked.
It was hard to imagine a body like hers, having huge boobs like those. My dick was at its full length of twelve inches and throbbing.
We both stood staring before she reached out and touched my dick with one hand.
Brittany fell to her knees and held it in one hand while holding my balls in the other. Her mouth opened, and she immediately started sucking on the head. She bobbed back and forth on it, trying to get it all in her mouth. I reached down to try and get to those huge boobs, but she pulled them away.
Brittany sucked on my dick harder and faster until it was all that could be heard in the room. Both her hands worked on the shaft of my dick while she sucked on it deeply. Her eyes were staring up at me. My legs were beginning to get weak.
Never had anyone sucked on my dick this long. They had always complained about their mouth hurt-ing. I moaned deeply as she was getting more and more of my dick in her mouth, her tongue expertly twirled around the head as she took it out and back in.
“Fuck I got to sit down,” I said, finally giving in to the tingling feeling in my legs.
I sat back on the couch. Brittany held onto my dick, not letting go. As I sat, she took it straight back into her mouth.
The game in the background was just noise now. Even though I could watch it, my eyes were set on this woman who was giving me the best blow job I ever had.
The best thing about being seated was finally getting my hands on those boobs. I played with Brittany’s nipples, pinching them and rolling them between my thumb and finger one at a time. Then I squeezed them both. She was moaning in between strokes. I could tell they were sensitive.
“How would you like to see me fuck your dick with my huge boobs?” Brittany asked as she lifted them both.
I couldn’t help but nod. Brittany smiled as she separated them and put my dick between them.
Her huge tits engulfed my dick. I could only see a partial part of my head at the top. Brittany bounced her massive tits up and down my dick while licking the head as it barely peeped out of the top of her enormous cleavage.
This was the best tit fucking I ever had, the loud slapping noise of her tits hitting my thighs drowned out the television.
“Fuck, babe, get up here,” I patted the couch.
Brittany got up on the sofa as I tore off her jean shorts. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. I dived my head between her legs. She was soaking wet and ready for my tongue to start sliding in and out of her wetness.
My tongue found her clit quickly and darted around and over it. Brittany writhed and moved her body to my fingers and tongue movements. Her hand grabbed my head tightly as she pulled it into her body. She was forcing my face onto her. I could tell she hadn’t had anything like this done to her in a long while.
“Stop, fuck me now!” Brittany screamed loud enough for the whole building to hear. I got up and be-gan to stand to get a condom from the room. “Put it in me now!” she yelled at me.
I was good at pulling out, so I obliged. I started to slide into her slowly. It was so tight. It felt like her pussy was pulling me inside. She was already moaning with just the head and just over an inch inside her.
Considering that her husband was gay, he probably never fucked her hard enough to make her feel it. I pushed harder into her getting more of it in. She moaned and looked down at my black dick going in-side her.
“Put it in me! Force it! Stretch my pussy!” Brittany yelled.
I pushed harder and finally felt it go in deeper. Brittany screamed and put a hand on her stomach as if she could feel it all the way up there. I only had half of it in.
“God damn, that’s a big fucking black cock!” Brittany shouted as her breathing got heavier, her nails dug into the seat cushions.
I began to fuck her harder holding her legs out wide. I watched as my dick went in and out of her.
Brittany was getting used to me as I fucked her deeper. She held one of her boobs to her mouth and began sucking on the nipple.
“Fuck me,” Brittany said, looking into my eyes.
I pushed deeper, getting more into her. With each inch, she climbed the couch trying to get away. Then she came back when she got used to it.
I had never been able to put all my dick into anyone. Brittany had taken more than most. I was deter-mined to bury it inside her.
Brittany offered me a tit, and I bent down to suck on it. My dick felt like it was in a vice. Her muscles contracted around it with every stroke, I already felt my balls churning, but I was not going to cum yet. I wanted to see if she could take all of it.
Her pussy was getting wetter as I fucked it deeper than any man. I used her legs to pull her down on it with every stroke. She was screaming and swearing, more swear words than I had heard come out of a woman’s mouth. She yelled at the top of her lungs.
“I want to feel it from behind,” Brittany said.
I stood up as she bent over the table facing the television screen. Her ass was shapely, and her hips were perfect for grabbing onto. I held onto both sides of her waist as I held my dick at the entrance of her hole. I slid it up and down across her lips.
“Stop fucking teasing me. Put it in,” Brittany said as she looked back at me.
“If you want it so badly, you will have to do it yourself,” I smiled down at her.
I held my dick steady, and Brittany slowly pushed back on me. Her mouth opened wide as she felt it enter her. Slowly she began to rock back and forth. Her head lowered down onto the table.
Brittany was pushing back and forth on me harder and faster, arching her back as she went so, I got a good view of her ass.
I was tempted to take my dick out and put it in her ass as she wiggled her ass on my dick, but I thought better not, not this time.
Looking up, I could see the game. Since I last watched the game, my team had scored a touchdown.
I grabbed Brittany’s tight waist again and started fucking her hard. She gasped as she felt my dick go nearly all the way. I held back from pushing any further. Her fingers and body relaxed as I slowed my pace.
I was getting the best of both worlds. I was fucking a beautiful, busty woman and watching the game. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Fuck! I am cumming again!” Brittany screamed as she pushed back on my dick.
I felt her body shudder over and over, but I did not stop fucking her tight pussy.
I knew what I wanted now. I knew I could not get my dick all the way in her this time, but I wanted to cum on her tits. I pulled out and turned her around, laying the top half of her body on the table in front of the television. Brittany knew what I wanted and pulled her tits apart as I slapped my dick between them.
“Fuck my tits until you cum!” Brittany said as she pushed them together.
I obliged again fucking them holding on to her shoulders. I fucked her huge boobs as hard as possible, trying to get more of my dick out the other end.
“Fuck me,” I said.
I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. I kept my dick in mid-stroke between her boobs and came. The white liquid leaked down from her cleavage and around her neck.
“Damn, that was good!” Brittany said. After we both caught our breath, we both plummeted onto the couch. “Get your energy up,” she said. “I am far from done.”
All I could think about as I looked over at her was that this was the football season’s first night. What could get better than sex and football?
***Author’s Note: The rest of this story, as well as many others of my stories, are on my other pages, the links to which can be found:*** [***here***](https://www.reddit.com/user/Shadowforce2/comments/w4aumo/self_promo_time/)
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