Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep1

Intro: Two couples compete, but will they cheat? Read and enjoy..

"Ah, the blue shell. There may be no better metaphor for the bleakness of life. One minute you're cruising along, on top of the world, and then... BAM, you're totally hosed. Just when you thought you had it in the bag, life throws a blue shell." - Kotaku

"Oh fffffffFFFUCK!"

Tim's girlfriend Taylor writhed and shook as she drove herself down on his cock. God DAMN that girl was amazing. Watching the lithe brunette work herself up and down -- her little titties wobbling, brown hair flinging into her face -- just looking was almost enough to make Tim cum. Let alone the splendid snatch currently squeezing his cock so wet and wonderful.

I am the luckiest man alive, Tim thought.

Taylor wasn't a supermodel, but she had a pretty face and a tight body with a mischievous smile that just made her oh so wantable. Tim had long ago decided that this was it: Taylor was "the one." He hadn't proposed or anything -- they were both only 24 -- but Tim knew. He'd never be with anyone else.

"Oh God I'm going to cum so fucking HARD!" Taylor cried. Her motions slowed and she leaned forward. She dragged her long, tight nipples through Tim's thick chest hair.

"M... me too," he groaned. "Just warn me when, OK?"

Taylor was so close, Tim didn't want to stop her now. But he could feel his pleasure racing breakneck and he couldn't exactly stop that either. Tim knew that filling her up with his fertility was not an option. No matter how badly his body was demanding he should.

and suddenly Taylor was on top of him --

haunches, driving her perfect ass down like a fucking fuck machine. "Oh... Here it...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

*

bull at the bar. God dammit she'd been right on the edge

it was, they were fucking

wasn't too late yet, Taylor thought, she'd just get rid of whoever was at the door and then get right back to where she'd left off. "That's probably Steve,"

Wait. What?

over to watch

was funny and knew he was handsome and it made Taylor want to stomp his head like an overripe grapefruit. Except the grapefruit was probably smarter than Steve and, thus, probably worth

through the living room. Her whole body was still screaming for it's hard-earned release and Taylor was already coming up with clandestine plans to sneak into the bathroom and rub her aching sex to

her hair, put on her smile, and swung

long, athletic arms for a hug. His turtleneck was scratchy and his cologne -- a scent that Taylor had quietly nicknamed Molestieur -- smothered whatever remained of Taylor's good mood. Taylor kind of understood why Tim liked Steve -- it had

finally extricated herself and then gestured for Steve to come into the apartment. A girl with blonde hair and apple-pink cheeks followed him. The girl was cute, Taylor supposed. She waved in Taylor's direction and then looked at the ground. Taylor couldn't decide if she was shy

Swifty," Steve said

Swift -- more like Avril Lavigne if she were forced to pick. Taylor didn't like Swift's music, either. Or, really, anything