1 comments/ 9113 views/ 0 favorites Beth-Ann By: hdm303lj Beth-Ann is a nice Country name; I'm not sure she's completely comfortable with it... but that comes from her weight issue. Personally... she's Pleasantly Plump... though this Description is probably gonna snark her off is her hears it come from any lips. Come to think on it... there are quite a few Things in her Existence Beth-Ann would love to change... if she were sure the outcome was a Happy Ending; the early marriage-have kids-get divorced because his sorry ass couldn't be faithful/got bored/some other lame excuse... well... that was definitely one. Though she does Love her only child... a beautiful girl... whose body constantly reminded mommy-dearest about her weight; Angelica is slender with firm, perky tits. Angelica keeps pushing mom to get out there and date; Mom keeps telling her, "Eventually..." And that's where things stood for quite a few years; Beth-Ann's sexual experiences stopped at fingers and the one... only one... vibrator she kept tucked beneath her pillow. So... how do I get involved? Boredom; while walking through the grocery store one day she meets a friend who has just taken a part-time job... as a Server where I Work. Beth-Ann agreed to stop by one evening... and Honored her word; the introductions actually skipped me... since her Friend had crossed me earlier and gotten their Head Ripped Off. The snub was intentional... and Beth-Ann... made it a point to introduce herself to me. Like many Vanilla MILFs, her eyes betrayed the off Sensation rumbling through her; like a very select group... that Sensation never let go. It took two months of visitations... a Season where we only saw each other very rarely... and a warm Summer to bring things to proper Mash readiness. Opening day at her pool; the party was a major success... especially considering the cops didn't show up or get called. It ended rather early... just before 23:00; I was Volunteer Clean-Up. If you Know squat about me... you'll Understand Why I offered; which makes the sex that happened... almost proof of my Reason being Lie... or would... if I weren't the Prey here. Yep... Beth-Ann had done the Classic: get drunk in order to flirt with a guy; if you know me... the sex that happened seems at odds with the Requirements. Technically... this is True; the Exceptions to this... are well within the Grey Between. In her case... I was the one who stopped her from getting too wasted. Tipsy she is quite bubbly... just enough so that several Swinging Dicks in attendance marked her as Easy Pickin's. Security is Why I was cleaning up... The sex came about... because of her Crash; emotions finally caught up with intoxication... and suddenly I was the Shoulder to Cry On. Here again... My Way would have me listen... but keep my Dick in my pants. So... what happened? What went Wrong? Nothing went Wrong... and what Happened... was Common Sense. Beth-Ann caught herself right as she began sniffing at the nape of my neck. The low, sexually charged growl was the only Warning many have gotten before I Took what I Needed from their Flesh. But wait... if she backed off... what's this about sex? Well... around 02:00... I was awakened by someone moving through the living room; unfamiliar surroundings always heighten my Survival Instincts... and even though I Sensed Beth-Ann and her only... I was still on serious guard. Apparently she saw... or Sensed... my anxiety. "Just wanted to wash the taste of beer out of my mouth," she spoke softly... tenderly. I chuckled; the heavy, wary Tone of a Caged Dog slipped from my chest. She moved towards the sofa with measured care; she wasn't frightened... just trying not to set me off. The Difference is so subtle that one could argue it was My Imagination... my take on her Natural Movements in her Natural Environment. Up until she sat down; I rolled onto my side, placing my crotch right up against her silk-clad bottom. The thin cotton sheet was another barrier... as were the jogging pants I wore; even so... the Hard-On managed to make its presence known... and felt. She giggled... then, setting the glass onto the wooden coffee table, she took a deep breath. "When you write... do you think about anyone in particular?" "Sometimes," I groaned, shrugging off Sleep's grasping clutch. Mentally I was not ready for a Discussion of my Tales. "I wondered what it would be like... Training." Not quite fully awake, I Heard the emptiness... and Knew the Clarification was just beyond her Thoughts. "Which Day?" "Day One... and Night one as well," she said, chuckling with relief. Typical; most MILFs find Day and Night One appealing... and the Why Behind is pathetic in simplicity: lack of Sex-at-Home. Just that simple; break 'em off every now and again and presto. Collectively I have been known to call them Vanilla Violation Day. "Have you gotten to the Rules of Engagement yet?" She nods, humming an affirmative. The Sound heralds her constantly shifting Thoughts. "I don't think I could deal with... the restraints." I noticed she was squirming around. "You invited me here to hit on me. If you've read... you should know..." "The Requirements; it was a test... and not entirely for you." The Honesty of her words dragged a chuckle from her; "Trust me... you still Got it hun; I Follow a Code." "I see that now." Which is why you were not as silent as possible when getting the drink; I know she could easily slip in, get a drink and exit without alerting me... buzz be damned. "My ex wouldn't have sex in the pool... at least not with me." I Felt the venomous Memory slithering in the near-darkness. My eyes traveled to the vertical blinds attempting to keep the Full Moon from shattering the Spell of Darkness. "Then I suggest we correct his blunder." "Too many Bad Memories..." and that explained why she didn't swim all night long... why she never changed into a swim suit... only wore that blasted sky-blue flower print sun dress... a hideous thing on a Woman's Mature Frame. "Banish Bad Memories with Good." She turned to look at me; I couldn't see details, but the Feel of her gaze... and Thoughts... told me more than enough. Questions... so many Questions... all asked by her hand gingerly sliding up the bed sheet covering my tee-shirt clad chest. "You've never been swimming nude..." "Not ever," she said. Just said... like she was checking her Memory... and surprised at the Accuracy in her Words. Beth-Ann spat a guffaw/chuckle, her hand showing more confidence as it pulled the sheet away. "Aren't you hot?" I chuckle, letting the joke slip through s both before babbling about New Orleans... and working in a Kitchen there... Mid-Summer... no air unless you move. "Well? A quick dip before we crash out completely?" Now... I Knew she was going to say yes; I also knew she was looking for an Excuse... a Deal forming in her Thoughts. I reach out and cup one tit in my right hand. She gasps, but doesn't move. She does, however, look into my eyes. I smile... as her Will crushes years of self-imposed Isolation... giving way to the rising Lust within her. "Let's go." My Tone... the Master's Tone... brooks no Delay; only Compliance is Required. She has never heard it before... Beth-Ann rises... my hand firmly around that one hefty mound; I release it long enough to escort her to the sliding doors. Before she can open them I push her against the vertical blinds, mashing her barely covered tits against the warm/cool glass. She splays her fingers... and arches her back, pressing her ample rear end into my crotch. "Anal? Very well then." Beth-Ann turns to look at me, Fear emblazoned on her features. I raised my gaze to meet hers... an even, neutral Look... accompanied by my fingers sliding along her panty covered ass crack. She held my gaze, choking down her Fear, as I slid beneath the cloth barrier; she held my gaze as one finger wiggled into her nether entrance, a slight wince the only betrayal of Discomfort. I pulled my jogging pants down with my free hand... just enough to let my hard-on free. Her eyes darted down... and the Thoughts raced across her Features. "I find no part of the Female anatomy ugly where Pleasure is concerned. No Inhibitions." "He wanted me to... suck him." "Did you?" "Twice; I wasn't... very good..." "Did he ever try to force you to go down on him?" "The second time..." Her eyes finished the Tale: she wasn't entirely turned off by the Moment. He may be a horrible Lover with her... but in that Moment... he pushed her Down the Rabbit Hole... and she stayed there... waiting for someone to guide her not out... but Down. "Anal first... and here is why: I find it is the easiest Vanilla Violation to begin with. Then... ATM: straight from your ass to your mouth... where you will suck me off until I am ready to fuck you. Then we'll head outside to the pool..." I pulled my fingers out... and set about removing my jogging pants. Dark Thoughts filled my Mind, now fully Awake... but splashing warning Thoughts around a familiar Void in my Mind. Without warning I crammed the tip into her waiting asshole. Beth-Ann gasps/inhales... and does her best to endure the pain as I ease into her, burying nine inches completely within her ass. I am somewhat amazed that she takes it all the first time... and slap her ass as a form of Street Appreciation. She belches a held breath... and starts babbling to God about how she never knew. "Thank me..." She does, pressing her chest into the glass while reaching behind her... caressing my ass as I micro-thrust into her hot rear. She leans her head back... and I sink my teeth into her neck, simultaneously cupping her mound. My palm registers a seriously stiff clit... and my fingers react. Soon the thrusts aren't so micro... and I'm jacking her clit like a dick. Beth-Ann slams her hands against the glass... and FUCKS me. I cum, a few nano-heartbeats after her own orgasm sends what little Sense she had to the Winds; she slides down the sliding doors, satiated beyond anything in her scant Experience. I follow her... but do not pull out. "If you were Training I'd piss in your asshole." I chuckle softly... a sound that dies when Beth-Ann squeezes my cock gently with her ass. "No inhibitions." There was no challenge to her Words... only blissed-out Acceptance. I smiled... a cruel thing... and pissed into her anal depths. Beth-Ann gasped; I sighed... forgetting the Human- Side of things as Nature's Call was properly Answered. Done... I pulled free and stepped back. Bethany held the position for several seconds; I admired the view... and chuckled as she struggled to keep the contents within her bowels. "Perhaps you require an anal plug," I chuckled... before appearing behind her, wrapping tender arms around her waist. "I... don't..." My fingers returned to her clit. "Shower; you can shit there... while I fuck your brains into mush. Would you like that?" Two fingers slide into her soaked sex; my tongue slathers a wide trail across her neck... fading to feather-not-quite-there against her earlobe. "Now..." She stumbles towards the bathroom; I take one hand and place it on my dick; she leads me in silence, breathing only when she can catch her breath. As soon as she steps into the shower... no lights... I hear her evacuation... and do not hesitate to slide into her cunt. She wraps her arms around me, crying softly... sobbing as her hips jerk, quickly matching my rhythm. She only stops when she's done shitting everywhere. "I'm glad the lights are out," she sighs. "Done already? We still have swimming to do." "Shower first?" she purrs. Still inside of her, I flex once. Groaning, she reaches for the knobs to turn on the cleansing water. fin Beth Anne's Taken in a Store Beth Anne's soft hair bounced softly around her face as she drove her convertible down the avenue. She loved the feel of the sun on her face as she cruised in her jet black mustang. Saks, Dooney & Burke, Coach, damn...she didn't want to stop anywhere she had a credit card for because it could turn into a shopping spree. She loved shopping, and was damn good at it, but she had a lot to do before her husband's big dinner tonight. She needed to pick out a classy, but sexy dress. She had to make sure it was definitely sexy...you see she secretly enjoyed seeing her husband's associates become uneasy as their eyes would automatically drift down to her large breasts during casual conversation. She knew that her sly comments would also add to the sexual tension in the air. She loved the way, Mike, her husband's VP, had asked her if she liked the appetizers at the Christmas party, to which she replied, "Sure, but I'd prefer something that would fill me up instead of these little wieners (referring to the lil smokies)!" Mike, didn't know how to take it, he just looked her over like she was a candy bar and told her, "Well, maybe at the next party I will bring in something you can sink your teeth into like a prime rib or Porter house, would that fill you up?" Smiling as he played her game. Most businessmen her husband worked with would simply raise an eyebrow and excuse themselves from the conversation. She pulled into new place; it was an up and coming store. Her friend had told her about this place. As she walked in it, she walked to the women's area and found the formal wear. She immediately saw a slinky black dress with sequins...it had an Italian cut and was layered. "Damn those guys will be drooling all over themselves tonight," she said out loud. Suddenly she felt a large hand on her shoulder, which caused her to jump, "What the Fu...(she stopped the word)?" She turned and saw her husband's boss, Mike. "So you looking for something for the guys, huh?" Mike said as he smiled at her. "Well, I was just...(she was at a loss for words)....well I like looking sexy...for my husband." She suddenly felt uneasy; it was odd to have the tables turned on her. "Yeah, I do like having the guys look at me!" She exclaimed as she regained her composure "Well then, why don't you try that on and I'll tell you what I think the guys will think of it." His smile turned to a smart ass smirk. She smiled a sexy little smile and made her way to the dressing room. She could feel Mike a few steps behind her. She turned as she entered the dressing room area and saw Mike stop and begin talking to a young saleswoman. Beth Anne pushed her jeans off of her hips, they were nice wide child bearing hips the kind a real woman has. She then slipped off her shirt and admired her own large breasts in the dressing room mirror...she could see why guys would inadvertently stare at them...they commanded attention. She had just put on the dress and was straightening it out when she heard Mike's voice, "What are you doing in there! Having alterations done? Hurry up Beth Anne!" She immediately pulled the curtain back and stepped into the dressing room hallway. She loved the way the Italian cut hung at an angle and exposed her left thigh. The fabric wasn't silk, but sure felt as elegant. She exited the hallway... "DAMN WOMAN! You sure you want to wear something that sexy to a company party. Turn around...SLOWLY...I want to make sure I see everything." Mike's smile was from ear to ear. She succumbed to Mike's orders. As she turned slowly she felt a twitch in her pussy. "Damn Beth Anne! You look good enough to eat...fuck if you were my wife I'd fuck you right here and now." She felt her nipples get hard and her pussy starting to get wet, she liked the way Mike was talking to her. "Can you see my underwear through the material?" Mike laughed and said, "I can't see the white thong or the outline of your low cut bra!" "Well, I guess this one will work!" She turned and walked back into the dressing room hallway. She had no sooner close the curtain to her dressing room when she heard it open and close quickly again. She turned and was face to face with Mike. "What the fuck are you doing in here Mike! God, we are gonna get arrested." His big hands grabbed her face and pulled her to his lips. As their lips met and she felt his tongue enter her mouth, she realized that she was not objecting to this. In fact, she felt her pussy twitch again. His hands were warm and soft and engulfed her face. She felt one of his hands move to her butt as he pulled her body close to his. He looked her in her eyes and said, "I have wanted to fuck you ever since the first time we met, and by the way you flirt with the guys...you must not be getting what you need at home. Do you want this?!" She didn't respond. Mike stopped, looked her in her beautiful hazel brown eyes, "Do you want me?" "yes" Beth Anne whispered Mike said, "I don't think I heard you...did you say yes...tell me what you want." "I want you Mike." Beth Anne said as she looked up into his eyes. "What do you want from me? Tell me what you want!" Mike said as his grip tightened on her ass. "I want to feel you inside of me, feel your hot cock filling my pussy." She pleaded "That's my girl...I am gonna fill up your sweet little pussy...you won't need to flirt with those guys at work anymore after today" Mike whispered into her ear. Mike put both hands on her hips and turned her so she was facing the mirror. It was here that she could see the contrast in their skin tone. She was pale, but tan. Mike had an olive, Mediterranean complexion. She didn't know his ethnicity, but didn't really care, he was sexy as fuck. She felt his hands rubbing her legs as he kissed the back of her neck. He was sucking on her neck and licking it and even nibbling at times...her body was becoming his. She felt his hands moving up between her thighs as the dress slide easily up over her round ass. Mike knelt down and roughly grabbed her ankles and moved her legs open as if she was being searched. She felt his hot mouth on her ass as he kissed and sucked on her cheeks. She felt a sharp pain from the cloth digging into her hips as her panties were ripped from her body. She could smell the musk from her womanhood. She then felt Mike's mouth on her pussy. "AHHHHH, God yes!" She wanted Mike like she wanted no other man "God your pussy is sweet and tangy" I need to have your pussy on my lunch schedule all the time She began to laugh, but then she felt Mike's tongue lashing quickly on her clit and she felt her legs weaken as she came all over Mike's mouth. His mouth enveloped her pussy and sucked it hard to get all her cum. He stood up and she turned to kiss him, but he turned her around very roughly and said, "We are not done, I'm gonna fill your pussy now." He spread her legs and then positioned her hips and rear up as he pushed her upper body into the mirror. She didn't like the feeling of the cold mirror on her face as Mike held her face against the mirror. She felt his cock rubbing on her soaked pussy and then she felt him enter her. "God you are thick! Please go slowly." She hadn't been with a guy as thick as Mike since High School. Mike pushed hard and quick as he went all the way to the bottom of her pussy. "UGHHH...(it felt like the air was being pushed out of her lungs)...slow please!" she whimpered Mike kept up the speed he wanted and her body adjusted. She remembered how much she loved being with a man that stretched her pussy like Mike did just now. She felt another orgasm welling up in her as her pussy enjoyed Mike's big cock. "I'm gonna cum inside of you." Mike whispered to her as he sucked on her ear lobe "You can't my husband's fixed and I'm not." She said suddenly "Please don't...AHHHH (fuck it was too late...her body had started reacting to this man's big cock in her)....I'm cumming again" She felt her body using the mirror to push back against her lover's cock. Her pussy gripping on tightly to his rod as she coated his cock with her juices. Her pussy pulsating with each gush of fluid from her body...preparing to receive his seed. "Fuck yeah...here it is baby...OH YEAH Beth Anne!" Mike's cock pulsed over and over as he buried it deep into her tight pussy. Beth Anne felt the flood of hot seed inside of her...he came a lot more than her husband. She turned her head to kiss Mike. Mike's cock still hard and deep in her, they kissed a hot and passionate kiss. She felt the aftershocks of her orgasm as her pussy continued to twitch. Mike then said, "I gotta go, but I'll see you tonight at the dinner and we will sneak away for a cigarette" then he winked. "Lunch tomorrow...Giovanni's on the plaza at noon!" He pulled his pants up and left. Beth Anne, stood there against the mirror, her face flush as she looked down and saw her pussy dripping from the aftermath of her and her new lover's juices. She would continue to see Mike. As she walked to the counter, the young saleswoman smiled and said, "The gentleman paid for this before you came out. He told me that you were his wife and said he wanted a little private time with you...I think it is romantic." Beth Anne just smiled ear to ear and said, "Thanks sweetie, he loved the dress."