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🕑 Added 2025-02-17 22:00:03 +0000 UTC“Seven?” Caroline muttered in disbelief, a kind of competitiveness gripping her. Even when she was cucking Max, Max still got to have multiple orgasms while Caroline only got one round of mind-blowing sex with Max’s boyfriend? It just wasn’t fair…
I know what you’re doing, she said to herself, her treacherous brain. Don’t try to justify this just because Max has big cans, rich girl, because that would be ridiculous. Max grew up with nothing. You had a pony. And now that Max finally has something special, you want to take it away from her?
A-ha! she replied to herself, which was only crazy if you weren’t a girl. But Max doesn’t have something special! Max has a slimy, conniving, cheating boyfriend. Who’d want a cheating boyfriend? So it’s not like I’m stealing him—if you don’t want something, then it’s not stealing to take it away…
Then why do you want him, Channing?
Because he has a big dick and a cute moustache and I haven’t gotten laid in ages!
Good point. You think he’ll pull out and come on our belly?
Let’s not talk about that. I’m not ready to admit to myself how much I like that.
Your secret’s safe with me.
She wished, a tiny bit, that she hadn’t dressed up so nice. With her tight pink leggings and a matching jersey that had a death-grip on every curve of her body. And with Fitz talking this way to her, her nipples were stiff and long, apparent even through her bra. She was giving him a banquet to look at and he ogled her like he was starving.
“Fitz, please,” Caroline said weakly. “I love Max. I’d never… you know… cuck her.”
“Then why’d you come here where we could be alone?” Fitz asked probingly. “You’re asking for this, Caroline. You’ve been looking at me all night. I know when a woman wants it. And let’s face it, you’re not going to get it from Walter.”
Caroline blushed deeply. She’d never admit it, but Fitz had hit the nail on the head.
She kept backing up until the sink stopped her. Fitz pressed in; finally their knees touched. She felt the heat radiating from his muscles—some of it had to be coming from his cock. He licked his lips.
“I like Walter just fine,” Caroline said defiantly. “And who says he can’t satisfy me? Maybe I’ll give him a try. It can’t hurt. And he’s not dating my best friend like you are…”
Fitz laughed as he reached for her. “You’re not going to give him a try because your cunt will be broken by the time I’m through with it.”
The next thing Caroline knew, Fitz had lifted her up so that she was sitting on the sink. He still towered over her, lying on her just by leaning over, and he was kissing her, licking her, panting into her ear. His strength was incredible; there was no way she could push back so much power determined to be near her.
Caroline knew she was in trouble now. Not only was Fitz overpowering her, but being overwhelmed was turning her on even more. She pummeled his big shoulders with her tiny fists; each harmless impact sent a spark into her pussy. He was so strong… and all that strength was going to be turned on her.
“I don’t want to hurt Max,” she whimpered, tears dotting the orbits of her eyes.
“How can it hurt her if she never finds out about it?” Fitz whispered in her ear. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Caroline. And you haven’t been fucked in even longer. Why don’t you just relax and let me take care of you and Max both? You’re best friends, aren’t you? How could you not want each other to have a nice long fuck?”
Caroline was tempted. Way too tempted. She felt like she had years of lousy boyfriends to make up for—why should Max have all the luck with hot boys who wanted nothing but sex-sex-sex? It was Max who had helped her get comfortable enough with herself to know the hard, hot fucking she needed to satisfy her. Why, now that she was addicted, should she beg off for Max’s sake?
I could’ve kept thinking that sex was something married people did after a nice evening of canasta if it weren’t for her.
But the sight of Max kept popping into her head. Sweet, adorable Max—even if no one else saw how sweet and how adorable she was. So acerbic and hot-to-trot on the surface, but deep down, such a good friend. Practically Caroline’s sister. She couldn’t just give up sisterhood, no matter how many times she came.
“I can’t, Fitz, please,” she keened. “Please, let me up. Don’t rape me.”
Fitz snorted contemptuously. “I don’t have to rape you,” he sneered. “I just have to keep you here for the few seconds it will take for you to run out of ‘no’. Only you’re pissing me off a little, not admitting how much you want it. I think I may make you beg for it.”
He pushed her jersey up over her bra and then he reached between her breasts to look for the catch. Caroline gasped and struggled, but his weight held her in place. Not finding the catch in a convenient location, Fitz literally ripped her bra in two to get it out of the way. Her pert little breasts and their straining nipples were inches from his reddened face. Caroline blushed all the way to her ears.
“Not bad,” Fitz pronounced. “Not bad at all. Max definitely has some national monuments in her sweater, but a real man should appreciate any dessert he gets, no matter how big the serving. Because what’s really important is how he can make a girl feels after he plays with them a while.”
Caroline was so mortified, she couldn’t even speak. All she could think of was how few people had seen her naked breasts; mostly Max, of all people. She’d definitely had more to say on the subject than anyone else, even groping them at times with playful assurances that Caroline had more than enough for any unworthy male.
Now Fitz was proving Max right. Staring at Caroline’s heaving breasts until she felt shy as a schoolgirl. Then he lowered his face to them. Was he still ravaging her? Caroline didn’t feel very ravaged. His hot tongue slicked over the tender paleness of her cleavage, tickling the sensitive nipples. In spite of herself, Caroline could not feel violated. It was just too exciting—caring about how wrong this was kept being swept away by how good it felt.
“Fitz, no, no, no,” she whined in a tiny voice. “Think about what you’re doing! You’re going to ruin things with Max!”
“No, this would turn her on,” Fitz laughed. “In fact, it might make her a bit jealous. Not that I’m playing with your tits. That she isn’t.”
“We’re not like that!” Caroline insisted, even as the thought turned her on. What wasn’t turning her on?
She moaned with the humiliation of being unable to control herself. Even her thoughts betrayed her. Caroline imagined Max getting off on this… watching them like it was just another of her pornos.
Fitz chuckled and ran his tongue around her breasts again, attacking her reddish-brown nipples from all angles. Max had never done that to her, never used her tongue, only her hands. That would be too much, not playful. It was so playful, the way Max hugged her sometimes, jamming her breasts into Caroline’s back or side or her own pert tits.
“Yeah, let’s… let’s go and get Max,” Caroline moaned, knowing how close she was to surrender. “Let’s get her and let her watch, if it’ll turn her on so much. She can—she can—” Oh God. It was turning her on. Just the thought of it, the idea. It and Fitz had her just about to come. “She can have me too!”
“Alright, baby, call her. Tell her we found something in common—we both want to fuck you.”
And Fitz clamped his lips around one stiff nipple and sucked. Shock and pleasure made Caroline cry out. Involuntarily she arched her body against his, feeling the hard straightness of his erection through his pants. Oh God… he wouldn’t leave here until he’d gotten all of that between her beautiful legs.
“You want me all to yourself, don’t you? We can share Max later. Right now, let’s take care of all the fucking you need.”
And once more he was sucking on her nipple, loudly, needfully, sending maddening ripples of sensation throughout her body. It was the kind of intense yet unhurried foreplay she’d always wanted from a guy, but she’d never expected to get it from Max’s boyfriend.
“You’re enjoying yourself,” Fitz chuckled. “I can tell. But now let’s take care of that other nipple. You know, some girls I’ve met have nipples that are sensitive enough, they can come just from being hugged. Maybe I’ll send you back like that. You can give Max a nice big hug…”
