Here is another erotica of two favorite characters enjoy
"Desires Unleashed/ The Brad and Sarah Chronicles"
In the lush garden of Brad's sprawling mansion, Sarah and Annette lounged by the crystalline pool, their skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.
They had just shared a passionate tryst under the unforgiving midday sun, the kind only long-standing friends with a penchant for the unconventional could indulge in.
The water shimmered invitingly, but their thoughts had already moved on to their next adventure.
Annette's gaze drifted to the horizon, where the handball court stood, and her mind hatched a daring idea. "What if," she began, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "the winner of our little competition gets to... tit-fuck me?" She watched Sarah's reaction, her heart racing with excitement.
Sarah's eyes widened, a burst of laughter escaping her. "You're serious?" She couldn't help but be intrigued by the suggestion. It was bold, even for their wild imaginations, but the thrill of it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Absolutely," Annette replied, her smile growing more sly by the second. "It's something I've fantasized about for a while now. I want to see who can conquer my tits first, Brad or Jason."
Sarah's laughter grew, her eyes sparkling with the challenge. "You're insatiable, Annette," she said, shaking her head in amazement. "But you know what? Let's do it."
With that, the plot for the evening's entertainment was set. Annette smirked, knowing full well that Brad's competitive spirit could not resist the allure of such a daring bet. The thought of watching the two men fight for the right to pleasure her massive breasts was thrilling beyond measure.
Sarah, feeling the excitement build within her, turned to face Annette. "I'm sure Brad will be more than happy to take on the challenge," she said, her voice dripping with a hint of mischief. "He's always had a flair for the dramatic."
Annette's smirk grew into a full-blown grin as she lay back on the sunbed, her voluptuous breasts straining against the fabric of her bikini. "I've always thought Jason had a pretty impressive package, too," she mused, her eyes glinting with challenge.
Sarah chuckled, propping herself up on her elbow. "I'm sure you can convince Brad to challenge Jason to a cock fight over your tits," she said with a knowing wink. The air between them crackled with anticipation as they hatched their plan.
The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. Brad and Jason, their handball match long forgotten, approached the poolside, their muscles rippling with the exertion of their game. They were both caught off-guard when Annette confidently announced the terms of the evening's competition, her eyes gleaming excitedly.
Brad's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but a smoldering look quickly replaced his shock. "Well, if that's the prize," he said, his voice gruff with desire, "consider it on." He and Jason locked eyes, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air.
Jason, initially stunned, felt a rush of excitement and a hint of jealousy. "I'm in," he said, his voice steady despite his racing heart. The idea of competing against Brad was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure, but the prize was too tempting to resist.
The women laughed, their eyes dancing with excitement. "Let's make it interesting," Sarah suggested her voice a seductive purr. "Winner gets to tit-fuck Annette, and if it's Brad, I'll throw in a little extra something."
Brad's grin was feral as he leaned in, his eyes raking over Annette's lush body. "A real cock fight it is," he said, the words thick with challenge.
Jason's eyes darkened as he nodded, the thrill of competition and desire mixing in his gaze. "Let's do it," he murmured, his voice low and gruff.
Brad chuckled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I've got a few ideas for rules," he said, his tone smug. "But let's keep it simple. The last man standing gets the prize."
Jason nodded, his gaze flickering to Annette's breasts. "No holds barred," he murmured, a hint of challenge in his voice.
Sarah's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Let's make it a best of three," she suggested. "The winner gets to claim Annette's tits for the night."
"Agreed," Brad said, his voice filled with anticipation. "But let's not forget, I'm not just competing for the prize. I want to show everyone who's the real champion here."
"Wrestling it is," Annette announced with a sly smile. "The one whose cock is still standing when the other is down wins the honor."
Without wasting another second, Sarah leaped to her feet and began to peel Brad's clothing off. Her nimble fingers traced over his well-defined muscles, her eyes glinting with excitement as she oiled his body, her gaze lingering on his already swollen cock. Meanwhile, Annette approached Jason, her movements more deliberate, her eyes never leaving his as she untied his shorts, her fingers stroking his thick, hardening member with the same oil, teasing and coating him with a slow, practiced hand.
The air grew thick with sexual tension as the four of them stood by the pool, their bodies glistening under the fading sunlight. Brad and Jason faced each other, their erections standing tall, a silent declaration of their intent to conquer. The mansion staff had been given the night off, leaving them with the entire place to themselves, a private stage for their erotic showdown.
Sarah stepped back, her heart pounding in anticipation. She knew Brad would love the challenge, but she had noticed the way Jason looked at Annette during their handball games, the hunger in his eyes as he took in her ample cleavage. This was going to be a fiercer fight than she had imagined.
On the other hand, Annette was a picture of confidence as she stood before the men, her breasts jutting out proudly, her hands resting casually on her hips. She had always loved her body’s power over men, which was the ultimate testament to her allure.
With a smirk, she addressed Brad and Jason. "You know what you're fighting for," she said, her voice dripping with desire. "So don't disappoint me." She then proceeded to squeeze her voluptuous 40F breasts together, her eyes never leaving their rapt faces.
Sarah, not one to be outdone, took the oil bottle and began to apply it to Annette's ample chest, her excitement palpable as she watched the men's reactions. The scent of the oil mingled with the heady aroma of arousal, setting the scene for the impending battle of wills and desires.
With a flourish, Annette began to rub her breasts together, creating a tantalizing show that had both Brad and Jason's eyes locked onto her chest. Her nipples grew taut, poking through the slickened surface of her skin as the anticipation grew more intense.
"Ready?" Sarah asked, her voice barely a whisper. The air was thick with anticipation as Brad and Jason nodded, their eyes never leaving Annette's voluptuous breasts.
With a giggle, Annette gave her tits one final squeeze before strutting over to the makeshift wrestling mat set up beside the pool. She laid down on her back, her breasts bouncing slightly as she positioned herself in the center.
Brad and Jason approached, their cocks standing tall and proud, both men eager to claim victory. They circled the mat, each sizing up the other, their eyes flickering to Annette's chest, the ultimate prize.
With a roar, Brad lunged at Jason, the two men locking in a fierce embrace, their oiled bodies glistening under the soft pool lights. They grappled, their muscles straining and cocks bobbing as they fought for dominance, each trying to outmatch the other's strength.
Sarah watched with bated breath, her eyes flitting between the two men, her desire building with every grunt and flex of muscle. She knew this was more than just a simple bet for Brad; it was a chance to prove his virility and claim his prize.
Their bodies were a blur of movement, slick with oil and determination, each man trying to overpower the other. Annette's eyes never left the action, her arousal growing as she watched Brad and Jason fight over her body.
Their grunts and groans filled the air, echoing off the mansion’s walls, the soundtrack to their primal struggle. The smack of flesh and the occasional slip of a hand on an oiled thigh only added to the intensity.
Although younger and equally fit, Jason couldn't help but feel a twinge of awe at Brad's physical prowess. Despite his age, the billionaire was a force to be reckoned with, his muscles rippling with the same vigor as a man half his age.
"Not bad for an old man," Jason quipped between clenched teeth as they wrestled, their oiled bodies sliding against each other in a slippery dance of power. "But let's not forget, I've got the stamina of a stallion." His words were laced with both respect and a hint of jealousy.
Brad's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're not wrong," he conceded, his cock bobbing in agreement. "But let's see if you can handle the full package." His voice was a mix of amusement and challenge as he tightened his grip on Jason's waist, their erections brushing together.
Jason's eyes widened slightly, the sensation surprising him. "I've got more than enough to handle whatever comes my way," he retorted, his hips bucking in a playful challenge.
Sarah couldn't help but notice Annette's hand, hidden from the men's view, slipping between her thighs, her fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm as she watched the fight unfold.
The sight of Annette pleasuring herself only added to the electrifying atmosphere, her quiet moans of arousal blending with the grunts and gasps of exertion from the two men.
"Hurry up," she whimpered, her eyes glazed over with desire, her hand moving faster between her legs. "I'm so hungry for the winner."
Brad and Jason, fueled by Annette's needy moans, redoubled their efforts, their muscles bulging and cocks slapping against each other as they fought.
Their bodies, slick with oil, made for a slippery battle, but Brad's experience began to show as he outmaneuvered the younger man, his cock standing tall despite the exertion.
Jason, not to be outdone, grunted and pushed back, his arousal growing as their cocks danced against each other, a silent but potent reminder of the prize at stake.
Their bodies locked in a fierce embrace, Brad managed to flip Jason over, their erections sliding against each other, sending jolts of pleasure through their bodies.
Without warning, Brad reached down and grasped Jason's thick cock, his hand moving in a slow, firm rhythm. The suddenness of the action caught Jason off guard, his eyes going wide with shock and surprise.
"What the?” he managed to choke out before Brad leaned in and whispered, "A real fight for a real prize." His grip tightened, and Jason couldn't help but groan as the pleasure shot through him, his body instinctively responding to the older man's touch.
Brad smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of competitive fire and raw lust. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his cock pulsing against Jason's stomach.
Jason's eyes rolled back in his head, his body betraying his arousal. "Fuck," he groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking upward, his cock sliding through Brad's firm grip.
Sarah's eyes grew wide as she watched the unexpected turn of events, her hand straying to her sex, her fingers toying with her clit. "Brad," she murmured, her voice thick with need.
Brad looked up at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and released Jason's cock, using the momentary distraction to pin him to the mat. "Looks like I've got the upper hand," he said, his eyes never leaving Annette's heaving chest.
Jason's face contorted with pleasure and defeat as he came, his seed spurting out onto the mat, a stark contrast to the gleaming oiled skin. He panted heavily, his eyes unable to hide his disappointment at losing to Brad.
Annette watched the scene unfold, her breath hitching as she felt pity and excitement. She knew Brad was now experiencing the thrill of victory but also knew she would have to find a way to console her friend.
"Not bad for an old bastard," Brad quipped, his eyes never leaving Annette's chest as he began stroking his still-erect cock. "Hope your tits are ready for this," he added, his confidence as potent as the scent of victory in the air.
Annette's cheeks flushed at his words, her nipples pebbling with excitement. She watched him, her eyes hungry as she lay sprawled on the mat, her breasts jiggling slightly with each of her rapid heartbeat. "Always ready for a good fight," she replied, her voice a sultry purr that seemed to resonate in the air around them.
Brad's grin grew wider, his strokes becoming more purposeful as he approached her. His eyes never left hers, the connection between them a silent promise of what would come. He knelt between her legs, his cock pointing straight at her chest like a spear aimed at the heart of battle.
With a swift motion, he plunged his cock into the valley of her breasts, her nipples grazing the sensitive underside with every thrust. Annette gasped, the feeling of his hardness between her softness, unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Sarah watched with rapt attention, her hand still playing with her clit as she took in the erotic spectacle before her. She had always known Brad was insatiable, but the sight of him claiming Annette's tits with such fervor was exhilarating.
The sound of Brad's skin slapping against Annette's chest was a symphony of desire, each smack echoing through the quiet night as he pounded into her breasts, his eyes never leaving hers.
Sarah's gaze flickered to Jason, who lay panting on the side, his cock still half-hard and glistening with his spent passion. She felt pity and a hint of sadness for him, knowing that Brad had bested him.
Annette, however, was lost in the sensation of Brad's cock sliding between her breasts, her eyes locked on his, the challenge in her expression never wavering.
"Yes, fuck them hard, Brad," she encouraged, her voice breathy with desire as her body responded to the slick friction of sweat and cum. The moment’s thrill had her panting, her heart racing with excitement.
Brad's thrusts grew more forceful, his cock sliding over Annette's taut nipples with a ferocity that made her gasp. Her eyes never left his, the intensity of their connection only heightening the sensations coursing through her body.
"Yes, fuck them, Brad," she moaned her voice a siren's call that spurred him on. "Fuck them hard!"
With renewed vigor, Brad complied, his cock disappearing into the warm, welcoming embrace of Annette's cleavage with a rhythmic ferocity that had her arching her back, her breasts bouncing in time with his strokes. Each smack of his hips against her sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she found herself craving more, the thrill of the competition now a distant memory.
As Brad continued to tit-fuck her, Sarah watched, her hand moving faster between her legs, the sight of her friend's breasts being used so wantonly driving her arousal to new heights. She felt a strange mix of jealousy and excitement, her mind racing with thoughts of what she could add to the scene to make it even more explosive.
Annette's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath Brad's powerful thrusts. "Oh, god," she breathed, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I can't believe how good this feels."
The sight was too much for Sarah to handle. Overwhelmed by the eroticism of the moment, she stood abruptly, her breasts bouncing with the sudden movement. "Why should Annette have all the fun?" she exclaimed, a wild look in her eyes.
With a grin, she strutted to the wrestling mat, her desire burning like wildfire. Brad didn't miss a beat, his strokes becoming more intense as if the thought of sharing Annette's tits was only adding fuel to his arousal.
"Jason," Sarah called out, her voice sultry and filled with challenge. "It's your turn to show us what you've got." She knelt beside Annette, her hand reaching out to guide Jason's still-hard cock to her waiting breasts.
Jason's eyes lit up with excitement as he positioned himself, eager to join in the decadent display of sexual prowess. With a deep breath, he began to thrust, his cock sliding over the soft mounds of Sarah's chest, leaving a trail of pre-cum that glistened in the moonlight.
Annette leaned in, her mouth open, and took Brad's cock into her mouth, deep-throating him with a skill that made his eyes roll back in his head. The combination of her talented mouth and Annette's tight, bouncing breasts had him on the brink of ecstasy.
Sarah watched with rapt attention, her hand moving faster between her thighs as she felt a surge of excitement watching her husband with Annette. The sight of Brad's cock disappearing into Annette's mouth was almost too much to bear, and she knew she had to act before her orgasm overtook her.
"Come on, Jason," she purred, cupping her firm breasts and presenting them to him. "Don't let Brad have all the fun. I want to feel you fuck these tits hard."
Jason's eyes lit up with renewed determination, and he lunged towards her, his cock bobbing with excitement. As Brad continued to pound into Annette's wet mouth, Sarah felt Jason's warm, rigid member sliding between her own. She gasped as he began to thrust, his rhythm matching Brad's, the two men's cocks trying to outperform each other.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the night air as the two men competed, their eyes locked onto each other's, the unspoken challenge clear. Annette's mouth was full of Brad's cock; her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deep, her eyes watering with the effort, while Sarah moaned with every stroke of Jason's shaft across her sensitive flesh.
Their bodies moved in a synchronized dance of lust, each thrust echoing the other's, their breaths mingling in a symphony of desire. The tension grew palpable as they approached their climaxes, the stakes of the bet forgotten in the throes of passion.
With a final, decisive push, Brad lost control, filling Annette's mouth with his hot cum. She gagged slightly but took it all, her eyes watering with the effort but never breaking the intense connection she had with Brad.
Sarah watched, her orgasm building, as the men's bodies shuddered with release. The sight of her husband's seed spilling from Annette's mouth was strangely arousing, and she found her hand moving even faster as she watched Jason's cock swell between her breasts.
With a sudden, primal urge, she took hold of Jason's hard cock and slid it into her very wet pussy, her inner walls clenching around him as she sought her climax. He groaned with pleasure, his eyes never leaving hers as she began to ride him with wild abandon, the intensity of their shared experience driving them both to the edge.
The sight of Brad and Annette locked in their erotic embrace spurred Sarah on, her hips bucking as Jason's cock hit her in all the right places. She could feel the pressure building, the heat within her threatening to burst forth in a wave of pleasure that would drench them both.
"Fuck me harder," she begged her voice a whip that urged him on. "I want to feel it, all of it."
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, smacking against Jason's pelvis, leaving a glossy sheen of sweat and precum that painted a lewd picture of their desire. Annette's mouth was a vice around Brad's cock, her eyes watering but her gaze never faltering, challenging him to go again and give her everything he had.
Brad's eyes snapped to Sarah's, the silent communication between them speaking volumes of their shared excitement. He pulled his cock from Annette's mouth and took a deep, shuddering breath before plunging it back in, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm that had Annette's body writhing beneath him.
Sarah matched Brad's pace, her pussy tightening around Jason's cock as she felt her orgasm approaching. Her eyes locked with Brad's, the two feeding off each other's desire like a potent aphrodisiac.
The room was a symphony of moans and grunts as the four of them pushed themselves to the brink, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Annette's eyes never left Brad's as he fucked her mouth, her climax building with each of his powerful strokes.
Sarah's eyes fluttered closed as Jason filled her, her body tightening around him, the feeling of his cock pulsing with each thrust driving her closer to the edge. She could feel Brad's gaze on her, his pleasure fueling hers, creating an erotic feedback loop that threatened to consume them all.
"Look at me," Brad growled, his voice thick with lust. Sarah's eyes snapped open, and she stared into him as she felt the first tremors of her orgasm begin to ripple through her body. His strokes grew more urgent, his cock sliding in and out of Annette's mouth with a wet, sloppy sound that had Sarah's pussy clenching around Jason's shaft.
With a final, triumphant grunt, Brad pulled out of Annette's mouth with a loud pop, his cock glistening with her saliva. He was still rock-hard, a testament to his enduring virility. "Your turn, darling," he said to Annette, a wicked glint in his eye as he helped her to her feet.
Annette, ever eager to push her boundaries, straddled Brad's waist, her oiled body sliding onto his cock with sinful ease. The feeling of him filling her up made her gasp, her breasts jiggling with every bounce.
Sarah, not one to be outdone, turned to Jason and whispered a challenge into his ear, her breath hot and sweet. "Make me cum harder than Brad ever has," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
With a grin that was both fierce and filled with excitement, Jason picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy with a speed that made her scream in pleasure. Annette's movements grew erratic as she watched, her pussy clenching around Brad's shaft as she felt the beginnings of her climax building.
Brad's hands cupped Annette's breasts, his thumbs teasing her erect nipples as she rode him, her hips moving in a wild, uninhibited dance that had his cock hitting just the right spot within her. The sensation was indescribable, sending waves of pleasure through both of them.
Sarah watched with a mix of envy and excitement, feeling Jason's cock pulse inside her. She knew she had to give it her all to match Annette's passion. Her body began to move in a symphony of pleasure, her hips grinding down onto him, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.
Feeling the heat of the competition, Annette began to ride Brad with a ferocity that made his eyes roll back in his head. Her breasts bobbed in time with her movements, the oil glistening on her skin like a siren's call.
Sarah, not to be outdone, leaned back into Jason's thrusts, her body arching as she matched Annette's pace. It was a silent, sensual challenge between the two women, their eyes meeting in a silent battle of passion and skill.
Annette, her desire burning, rode Brad with a frenzy that spoke volumes of her competitive spirit. She knew Brad's prowess all too well and was determined to make him feel as alive as she felt at that moment.
Her breasts bounced in time with Brad's powerful thrusts, her moans echoing through the room. "YES, YESSSS," she screamed her voice a siren's call that seemed to drive both Brad and Jason to new heights of arousal. "THAT'S THE SPOT, BRAD. FUCK ME HARD, MAKE ME CUM FOR THE WIN!"
Feeling the pressure of the competition, Jason redoubled his efforts; his eyes locked onto Brad's face as he watched the older man claim victory again. He felt a twinge of defeat, his orgasm seeming almost anticlimactic in comparison.
Sarah, on the other hand, was riding the crest of a wave, her body tightening around Jason's cock as she reached for her climax. "Harder," she panted, her eyes never leaving Brad's, the thrill of the challenge pushing her to new heights of pleasure.
Annette, feeling Brad's cock thicken within her, clamped down as hard as she could, her pussy walls contracting in anticipation of his release. She wanted to feel his cum deep inside her, a testament to her victory in this sensual battle.
Sarah watched, her orgasm building, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she saw the look of triumph in Brad's eyes. She knew he had won, and that knowledge only excited her further.
Jason's strokes grew more frantic as he tried to keep up with Brad's pace, his cock swelling even more significantly as he watched the older man claim victory over Annette's pussy.
Sarah leaned in, her teeth grazing Jason's ear as she whispered, "You're going to make me cum harder than Brad."
Her words were like a battle cry, and Jason responded with renewed vigor, his cock plunging into her with a ferocity that matched Brad's.
Brad's eyes narrowed with determination, his strokes becoming more deliberate as he watched the younger man struggle to keep up. He leaned back, his hands gripping Annette's hips tightly as he pushed her down onto his cock, her breasts bouncing in a mesmerizing rhythm.
"Lift your head, Brad," Annette panted, her voice strained with pleasure. "Bite my nipples, make me scream for you."
Brad complied, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her nipples as he thrust deep within her, his movements deliberate and precise. She arched her back, her breasts jutting out as she rode the edge of ecstasy. Each nip and tug sent shockwaves through her body, her moans growing louder with every bite.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt her climax approaching. "I'm gonna cum."
The words seemed to echo through the room, spurring Brad and Jason on. Brad's teeth sank deeper into Annette's nipples, his hips moving faster as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock.
Jason's thrusts grew more urgent, his eyes never leaving Sarah's as he chased his orgasm, fueled by the desire to outdo Brad.
Annette's moans grew louder, her breasts bouncing in time with Brad's powerful strokes, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she rode the wave of pleasure.
With a final, desperate thrust, Brad buried his cock deep within Annette, holding her tight against him as he erupted, filling her with a torrent of hot, sticky cum. She screamed, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm, her pussy clamping down around him.
Sarah watched, her climax approaching, as Annette's body trembled with pleasure. The sight was too much, and she threw her head back, her juices flooding around Jason's cock as she came with a scream that was a bit mute to Annette's.
Brad's eyes never left Annette's face, the intensity of their connection palpable as he filled her with his seed. His grip on her hips tightened, his strokes slowing as he reveled in the feeling of her tight pussy milking him dry.
Annette's body convulsed with pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode out her orgasm. The feeling of Brad's cum inside her was exquisite, a testament to her sexual power and the thrill of the challenge she had set forth.
Sarah watched with a mix of awe and arousal as Annette's body went limp, Brad's cock still buried deep within her. She knew that she had just witnessed something truly special, an intimate moment between her boyfriend and her friend that had pushed all of their boundaries.
Brad looked over at her, a proud smirk playing on his lips, and she knew he felt the same. His eyes held a silent victory, the knowledge that his cock had once again outperformed a younger man's. The air was thick with the scent of sex and victory, a heady combination that made her pussy ache with need.
Annette, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, opened her eyes and met Brad's gaze. There was something almost predatory in how she looked at him, a palpable and primal hunger. "Again," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
Brad chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he pulled out of her, his cock still rock-hard despite his recent release. "Oh, we're just getting started, darling," he promised, his voice a dark purr that sent a thrill down Annette's spine.
With a grace that belied his age, Brad flipped Annette onto her stomach and spread her legs wide, his cock poised at the entrance of her tight ass. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
Annette's only response was a needy whine, her body begging for more. She nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Do it," she whispered.
Brad's smile grew wicked, his cock still rock-hard and gleaming with cum. "As you wish," he murmured, and with one swift motion, he buried himself into her tight ass. Annette's scream of pleasure pierced the night, echoing through the mansion's walls....
