Chapter 1: Introduction
A group of 10 people are going to stay in a house together. Meranda and I get there first. We have always been friends but nothing more. Meranda has become increasingly attractive and I’m about the same as I’ve always been.
We all agreed that the first night would be fun, everyone taking shots and enjoying themselves as soon as they arrive.
The weather turns at the last second and only the me and Meranda make it to our house on the beach the first night. There’s a pool, a hot tub, and a very luxurious house
Meranda was really looking forward to seeing two of the guys. With some disappointment she settles into your room and ask me if anyone else might make it in. I tell her it’s just the two of us.
Meranda’s shoulders slump, the little flicker of hope leaves her eyes and my face drop. she clearly disappointed and I take note, feeling a slight tinge of disappointment. Within seconds she tries to look cheerful and flash a big fake smile to try and cover up my emotions. We’ve been friends for a long time and she knows tim is fun to hang out with.
“Okay, so since it’s just us, what are you thinking we should do tonight?” Meranda says
I know you were wanting to see other people and have an idea that you’d want to at least flirt with some of the other guys. “Since it’s just me you can wear whatever you want and just hang out for the night, catch up a bit” I tell Meranda.
“Yeah that’s cool, I’m going to go change. Wanna make us a drink?” She responds.
I make us both doubles and wait for Meranda to get dressed.
Meranda turns and drags her luggage down the hall into a bedroom. You hear my bag unzip from the other side of the door and for a split second you picture what my tits must look like as I’m slipping my shirt over my head.
I manage to dig out a matching lounge set. It’s super soft and covers only about half of my body. The stretchy tank top plunges between my perfect cleavage, spreading apart from the middle and connecting to the band somewhere between my huge tits where you can’t see. The rest of the fabric cinches my tits together, keeping them sternly in place by the grace of god. My hard nipples poke against the fabric outlining them is perfect position. I bend over and slide the shorts from around my ankles up onto my hips. As I pop up to look in the mirror my tits are bouncing nicely, pushing snug against each other to make them look as round as possible. I love this set just for this reason.
She walks out of her room and meet you in the kitchen. You stare as I come around to where you’ve poured us shots and hop up onto the countertop backwards so when my ass plops down onto the countertop my tits bounce so hard you swear you see part of my nipple before the fabric springs back into place.
I knew her tits were big but not this amazing. I hold out my hand and it takes you a solid 10 seconds to realize I’m asking for the glass “You like my outfit?” Meranda asks as I place the shot into her hand
I try not to be too obvious, but I look at your tits and give you a smile. “You look incredible”
Meranda is nonchalant about it but she will really take any opportunity to vie for attention. She clinks her glass against mine and takes her shot quickly. I take advantage of the moment her head is tipped back for another look at her perfect body before taking my shot in an attempt to snap back into reality.
I start to get really excited about the rest of the night And pour myself another double, “vacation” I say as my eyes ask if you want another. “That was a double by the way” I make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into
Meranda motions for me to pour another. She places her hands between her legs, spreading them so I see her palms resting on the countertop and her fingers curled around the edge. Her tits are pushed out and together from between her arms causing me to have a hard time pouring the shots as alcohol drips down the glass. She giggles and as she’s waiting for me to finish she starts to swing her feet, as she begins to feel relaxed letting the thought of vacation set in. Her tits bounce anxiously as she waits for me to offer her the glass. She takes it from me and takes the shot.
Abigail Mac on a couch in a beach house in a light pink shorts and spaghetti strap shirt. Massive cleavage, suggestively sitting on couch, cleavage busting out, nipples poking, huge buttons straining , skin, massive cleavage
Abigail Mac in a sundress on a bed, massive cleavage, big cleavage, busting out, skin, chesty, round, huge, perfect cleavage, more chest, flirty sultry
She smiles and puts the glass down on the counter. "So, what do you think we should do now?" she asks. "Well, we could sit here and talk, maybe play some cards or something," I suggest. "But that sounds kinda boring, don't you think?" she replies. "What do you want to do then?" I ask curiously. "Why don't we explore the house? Get to know our surroundings better," she suggests mischievously. "That sounds like a great idea! Let's do it," I agree enthusiastically.
We gather our drinks and venture upstairs to explore the bedrooms. Each room is uniquely decorated, and the beds are comfortable, inviting us to spend hours lounging and chatting. As we continue exploring, we find ourselves drawn to the living room, home to a stunning view of the ocean. We decide to take a seat on the plush couch, admiring the beauty outside the large windows.
"Wow, isn't this amazing?" Meranda exclaims, her voice slightly drowned out by the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
"Yes, it's absolutely breathtaking," I respond, appreciating the serenity of the moment. Our gazes locked on the ocean, we sip our drinks and listen to the calming rhythm of the water. With every passing minute, the tension between us seems to thicken, creating an unspoken connection that neither of us dare to acknowledge.
"Hey, do you remember that one time when we went camping in high school?" Meranda breaks the silence, bringing back memories of our carefree youth.
"Oh yeah, I remember," I reply, smiling at the memory. "It was such a spontaneous decision, wasn't it?" Meranda chuckles, shaking her head. "Yeah, we were crazy," I admit, laughing along with her. "But it ended up being so much fun, didn't it?" She nods, swirling the ice in her glass. "Definitely," I agree wholeheartedly. "We had the best times together, didn't we?" Meranda looks at me intently, her gaze lingering longer than necessary.
Suddenly, she reaches across the space separating us and rests her hand on my thigh. The touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins, and I can't help but shiver at the unexpected contact. She removes her hand, a fleeting grin playing across her lips. I watch her closely, the atmosphere charged with an air of anticipation.
“You hooked up with 3 guys on that trip” I remind her
casually, “Didn’t you?” Meranda's eyes widen, and she stares at me, surprised. “Yeah, how did you know?” she mumbles softly.
“They all bragged about you” I told her
“Mark said you begged him to titty fuck you in your tent”
I continued, casually mentioning Mark's name as I watched her expression carefully. Meranda looked stunned, blinking rapidly as she took in my words. “He's lying, right?” I asked, my gaze steady on hers. Meranda shook her head, swallowing hard. “No, he's right. I wanted him so badly that night, it was intense…” she confessed, trailing off.
“I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my sensitive nipples, and it drove me wild. He kept telling me how amazing my tits were, and I couldn't resist. I wanted to feel him inside me, filling me up, and I was willing to do anything to make it happen.”
I listened intently, my heart pounding in my chest, as Meranda recounted her experience. The thought of her engaging in such intimate acts with another man was incredibly erotic, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of arousal and jealousy.
"I remember feeling so guilty afterwards," Meranda continued, her voice wavering slightly. "But it was worth it. I've never felt so desired and wanted."
"It must have been so exciting," I replied, my voice hushed.
"Yes, it was," Meranda whispered, her eyes locked on the ocean. "Do you ever think about those moments?" I prodded gently. Meranda hesitated before answering, "Sometimes I do. It feels naughty, yet thrilling. But I wouldn't say no if the opportunity presented itself again."
A few minutes passed in silence, as we sat motionless, lost in our thoughts. I glanced at Meranda, noticing a subtle shift in her demeanor. She seemed distant, lost in a world of her own.
“Let me see those tits” I command
, reaching out to cup her breast through the thin silky material.
Meranda gasped softly, her breathing shallow. I trace my finger along the outline of her nipple, eliciting a moan that resonated deep within me. The firmness of her chest was intoxicating, and I found myself craving more.
“You’re making me horny,” she purred, her voice barely audible.
Her breasts heaved with anticipation, and I couldn’t resist the chance to indulge in her forbidden fruit. I reached behind her neck, pulling her closer until our mouths touched lightly.
“Shawn will never know, let me cum all over those tits of yours”
I breathed heavily into her ear.
Meranda nodded eagerly, her breath hitching as I massaged her breast through the sheer fabric.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she murmured, standing up and leading me away from the living room.
As we walked hand in hand, the anticipation building between us grew stronger with every step. Once inside the bedroom, Meranda shut the door behind us, leaving us alone in the dimly lit space. The moonlight danced on the walls, casting shadows that added an eerie ambiance to the room.
Meranda led me to the bed, shedding her shorts and tank top to reveal nothing underneath. Her naked form stood boldly before me, a vision of perfection, her skin glowing under the pale light. My heart raced as I approached her, unable to tear my gaze away from her tantalizing curves.
"Are you ready?" Meranda asked, her voice trembling with excitement. I nodded, swallowing hard as I stepped closer. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled my desire.
I moved closer, pressing my body against hers as my hands roamed her smooth skin. Meranda's breath quickened, her chest rising and falling in time with my own.
"I want you, fuck Shawn," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I need you to fill me up with your hard cock because Shawn can’t please me."
My cock throbbed at her words, my jeans uncomfortably tight against my erection. I knew what she wanted, and I couldn't deny the fire burning within me.
I shove her into the bed roughly. “Beg to be fucked you cheating slut”
i growl through gritted teeth. She looks shocked at first but immediately becomes wetter. “Please fuck me” she whimpers, arching her back. In response, I rip my pants off, my cock springing free. I grab her wrists roughly and pin her hands above her head. She squirms beneath me, her pussy soaking through her panties. I tear them off, revealing her pink swollen labia begging to be eaten. I lick at her slit, tasting her sweet juices. She lets out a cry, bucking wildly beneath me.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cries, desperation lacing her voice. I thrust my tongue deeper into her, savoring her flavor, her moans growing louder. I pull back, running my tongue up her inner thighs before diving back inside her. "I need you inside me," she pleads, her voice hoarse. I stand up, positioning myself between her legs. Her wetness coats my shaft, and I groan loudly. "Are you ready to take this cock?" I ask, my voice low and seductive. “To be fucked like the cheating whore you are?”
I taunt her, watching her body quiver with anticipation. She struggles to contain herself, her hips jerking involuntarily. I lean down, kissing her passionately. Her lips part, allowing my tongue to slip inside. Our tongues dance, intertwining in a desperate dance of lust. I pull away, my mouth tracing a path down her neck and chest. I reach down, teasing her wet slit with my fingers. She moans loudly, her body arching off the bed.
"Please, please," she pleads, her voice breaking.
"Give me this cock."
I smirk, relishing the power I have over her. "And why should I trust you?" I challenge, stroking my hard cock.
"Because I want it," she gasps, her eyes shining with lust. "I'll do anything you want. Just please, fuck me."
I raise an eyebrow, feigning indifference. "Anything?" I tease, stepping closer to her.
"Yes, anything," she moans, reaching out to touch me.
"Please, I need you."
Seeing the hunger in her eyes, I kneel down on the bed, grabbing her knees and spreading her legs wide. I run my tongue up her inner thighs, teasing her entrance with my lips. Her pussy is soaked, aching for release. I plunge my tongue inside her, savoring her sweet essence. She writhes beneath me, her moans growing louder.
"Fuck me," she begs, her voice hoarse. "Please, fuck me."
I remove my tongue, leaving her panting and desperate.
“Tell me the last time you cheated on Shawn” I demand
, knowing full well she hasn’t been faithful.
“A week ago” she confesses, her cheeks reddening. “I had a one night stand”
“Who was it?” I press, curious to know the identity of her lover.
“Two guys I met at a bar. They shared me, making me do as they ordered”
, both fucking me at once.” Meranda admitted, shame written all over her face. “Don’t worry babe, I’m sure Shawn doesn’t expect you to be faithful. He probably cheats on you all the time.” I reassure her, trying to ease her guilt. “Probably,” she sighs, her brow furrowing. “I honestly haven’t checked up on him, though. Maybe I should start doing that?”
Her question is rhetorical, of course.
I know what she wants, and I know she's going to get it. I stand up, towering over her, my erection pointing directly at her moist, hungry pussy.
"Look at me, Meranda," I command, gripping my cock firmly. "Watch how I'm going to violate the sacred spot reserved for your husband."
She does as she's told, her eyes widening as she watches the pulsating head of my cock rub against her wet lips.
"Is this what you want?" I ask, sliding the tip of my cock between her folds.
"Yes, please," she moans, lifting her hips towards me. "This is exactly what I want." I push my cock deeper, hearing her muffled cries as I breach her walls. "Oh God, yes," she whimpers, her hands clawing at the sheets. "Fuck me harder." I thrust into her, the friction exquisite, and we both groan in ecstasy. "You're going to make me cum," she gasps, her voice strained. "Cum for me, Meranda," I order, squeezing her ass cheek tightly.
"Let me hear you scream as you cum on my cock."
"Harder," she begs, digging her nails into the sheets. "Fuck me harder, please."
I pound into her relentlessly, sweat dripping from my forehead onto her swollen nipples. Her moans grow louder, morphing into guttural screams of pleasure. I can't stop now; I need to feel her cum around my cock. With each thrust, the muscles of her pussy contract, tightening around me. I groan, the sensation overwhelming my senses.
The heat of her pussy envelops my cock, and I can't resist the urge to slam into her even harder.
"Oh, yes, please," Meranda begs, her voice breaking. "Fuck me harder, I need this."
I obey her pleas, my hips moving faster, the slap of our bodies echoing in the silent room. Meranda's moans become louder, and we lose ourselves in the sensual dance of flesh meeting flesh. The intensity builds, and we both know that we're nearing the point of no return.
My cock throbs within her, filling her completely, while she grips the sheets tightly, her knuckles white with strain. Our bodies meld together, becoming one, as we surge towards the climactic moment.
"I'm gonna cum," she whispers, her voice cracking. "Fill me up with your juice." Hearing these words, I thrust deeper, harder, determined to bring her to orgasm. I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, signaling her approach to climax.
"Cum for me," I command, my voice hoarse.
"Show me how much you want this."
"I'm so close," Meranda moans, her grip on the sheets tightening. "Please, don't stop."
My thrusts become erratic, fuelled by the urgency of our mounting passion. The air crackles with energy, our bodies humming from the force of our desires. The intensity of our connection is tangible, our hearts beating in sync, our breaths entwined.
"I'm about to cum," I warn, my voice strained.
"Just like my husband, shoot your load inside me," Meranda begs, her voice trembling. I bury my cock deep inside her, feeling the warmth of her pussy engulf me. Our bodies are joined, merged into one, as we ride the wave of pleasure. "I'm cumming," I cry, thrusting harder and faster. My cock pulses, releasing streams of cum into Meranda's waiting womb. She cries out, her body convulsing as she orgasms. Our moans merge into a harmonious symphony of pleasure, drowning out the world around us.
My cock continues to pulse, sending jets of cum deep within Meranda's fertile womb. Her pussy contracts around me, milking every last drop of my seed. We lie motionless, basking in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.
"That was fantastic," Meranda whispers, her voice hoarse. "Thank you."
"Of course," I reply, the taste of her lingering on my lips. "But we can't let your husband find out about this, right?"
"Right," Meranda agrees, her eyes flashing with excitement.
“Suck my cock clean” I demand
, holding my pulsing shaft out for her. She leaps at the opportunity, her lips wrapping around the head, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. "Mmm, tastes so good," she moans, working her mouth up and down my length. I grunt, enjoying the sensation of her warm, wet mouth surrounding my cock.
"Keep sucking," I instruct, running my fingers through her hair. "I want to feel your throat around my cock."
"Yes, Daddy," Meranda replies, her voice muffled by my dick.
"I want to suck all the cum out of your cock."
I feel my cock twitch in her mouth, responding to her dirty talk. I squeeze her shoulders, guiding her movements as she bobs her head up and down, expertly using her tongue and mouth to stimulate my sensitive parts. I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation of her talented oral skills.
"That's it, baby girl," I whisper, running my fingers through her hair. "Take it all."
She moans around my cock, vibrating it slightly.
Her lips wrap tightly around my shaft, and I can sense her enjoyment as she sucks and swallows. I lay back against the pillows, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensations washing over me. I begin to stroke her hair, gently running my fingers through it, encouraging her to continue.
"Yes, Meranda," I whisper, "that's it, take it all."
"Mmm," she hums, her mouth never leaving my cock.
I grab her head and start to Fuck her throat making her gag. “Don’t stop you cum dumpster”
i growl through gritted teeth. She struggles to breathe but keeps sucking my cock. “That’s right bitch, choke on my dick” i taunt her, enjoying her discomfort. She gags and spits, drool leaking down my shaft. I smack her face, hard enough to hurt but not to bruise. “You love it huh?” I yell, “you love choking on daddy’s dick”
“Yes daddy,” she manages to squeak out, her voice raspy and broken.
I thrust my throbbing member into her throat, watching it disappear past her lips. Her eyes bulge out in shock, her face contorting in pain as I mercilessly fuck her mouth. “That’s right, take it all,” I taunt her, enjoying her discomfort. “You love it, don’t you?”
She tries to speak, but I shush her, my hand gripping her ponytail tightly. “Be quiet, slut,” I growl, yanking her head back before ramming my cock back into her throat.
“Your gurgling noises are turning me on.”
At my insistence, Meranda submits, her protests fading into soft moans of pleasure. She greedily sucks my cock, her hunger for satisfaction undeniable. I groan, her efforts intensifying my arousal. I know that we're crossing boundaries, but the thrill of our illicit affair fuels the flames of desire.
“I’m going to cover your face and tits with my cum, you cheating slut” I say as I get close
to finishing. She nods, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, Daddy," she says, her voice hoarse. "I want to be covered in your cum."
"Then show me how much you want it," I command, caressing her cheek.
"I want it, Daddy," she whimpers, her voice breaking. "I want to feel your cum covering my face and tits."
I smile, pleased with her compliance. "That's my little slut," I coo, pulling my cock from her mouth.
Meranda opens her eyes, her gaze fixated on my throbbing member. She reaches out, touching the tip tenderly. "Mmm," she moans, her voice hushed. "I want to taste you again."
"It's okay, Meranda," I reply, gently brushing her hair aside. "I just want to see the look on your face when I cum all over you."
"Really?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, really," I affirm, running my fingers down her cheek.
"I want to see you enjoy the feeling of my cum all over you."
"I can't wait," Meranda replies, her voice trembling. "I want to feel it."
"Well then, come here," I command, gesturing for her to join me on the bed. Meranda scurries over, her movements fluid and eager. As she crawls up beside me, I notice a hint of apprehension in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" I inquire, placing my hand on her knee. Meranda hesitates before speaking.
"Umm, I just, um, I—"
"It's okay, Meranda," I assure her, taking her hand in mine. "You're safe with me. Tell me what's on your mind."
She takes a deep breath, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "I'm scared," she admits, her voice trembling. "I have a confession to make."
"Confession?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“I fucked two of Shawn’s friends on our wedding night” Meranda confesses, her voice shaking. “I knew they would never tell anyone. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, but I enjoyed it so much.”
"Wow," I respond, my shock evident in my tone. "That's quite a secret. Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because I need someone to confide in," Meranda explains, her voice trembling. "I can't bear the weight of this alone anymore.