1 comments/ 13606 views/ 3 favorites Shorty By: Blood_Stained_Rose I have always been short. Not five feet tall, I have always been (literally and figuratively) looked down upon, by my friends, inadvertently by my family and of course my boyfriends. Every time I would become intimate in a relationship, he would always make me feel like I was being forced. He would press himself upon me, devouring my ample breasts and trying desperately to get into my pants. I always felt like I had to submit, I was always the one to be on the bottom, staring up at a grunting face that would drip sweat onto me, such were his exertions on me. I would become frightened and I would push away. I had only had sex with one man before, and the feel of his cock ruthlessly pounding into my tight, hesitant depths still haunted me. The blood, my cries and the absence of remorse or my own ecstasy... After a few incidents that could have ended like this, I would never let a man become close with me... that was until Wes. I felt so good whenever I was near him. Whenever he said my name, Emma, I would melt. He made me feel bigger, larger than life itself. Whenever he would hug me, he would wrap his arms around my little waist and lift me high in the air. I would giggle and scream, telling him to put me down that instant, but I loved it. We had met nearly two years earlier, we shared a general math class at our university, which of course be both despised. He was studying history while I studied classic literature and aspired to become an author. Our mutual hate of polynomial long division and shared theories of negative exponents as the devil's work brought us to a date over coffee. And another. And another. Our joint love of the mountains and the quiet life brought us to today. He rented a cabin in the local mountains for the first half of winter break away from school. The drive was long, but I appreciated the quality time together. I loved the way "my man" looks when he concentrates, especially when he gets angry when he drives. The narrowing of his eyes and the grunt of frustration makes me smile every time. Odd, I know, but he felt real to me. Other men I had seen always tried to act perfect, but not Wes, he was...Wes. He was a little bit chubby, but he was au natural to me. His short brown hair matched the color of his large eyes that I loved so much. On the drive up, I thought about giving myself to him. I was coming to the conclusion that I actually loved him. He was always so gentle and patient with me and I wanted to reward him with myself, to give myself fully. I began to wonder if this entire getaway was just an attempt for him to get into my panties. My heart beat wildly, how many beds were in the cabin? Would we share the same sheets? It felt as if the one sided sexual tension in the truck could be cut with a knife. But when I looked at him, he was staring at the road before him passively. He caught my curious eyes staring at him and he looked at me with a broad smile and puckered his lips for a kiss, making a smacking sound. I just smiled back, and he feinted being stabbed in the heart, to that I laughed, easing my anxiety. How I loved his inner child! "I wanted the real thing..." I said and kissed him gingerly on the lips, pulling back first, teasing him with the absence of a truly passionate kiss. Some of the best moments I shared with him were the silent ones, when we would enjoy each other's company with a cuddle, a kiss or even a smile. We knew conversation was distracting and so much more could be said without actually saying anything at all. Yes, perhaps, this was the weekend. I would give my all to him. *** The cabin was large, much bigger than I expected and I wondered how much he had put into it. "Do you like it?" He asked as he opened the door with a grin. "I love it!" I screamed and a hugged him. I loved the feel of his fingers grazing over my ribs when he parted. The lower level wasn't partitioned at all so one could see the living room, kitchen and dining room in one glance as you entered the door. Upon the first story was a large balcony that spanned the house and led to the master bedroom and bathroom. I explored the cabin while he brought in the bags (he only had one while I burdened him with three). The bedroom was huge! Wraparound windows framed the beautiful forest and mountains outside and swallowed the queen size bed and other furniture in the room. "Tip?" Wes asked when all our bags were brought inside. He posed into patient bellboy stance. I pretended to look through my purse, rummaging through it until I quickly pulled out favored lip palm and ran it across my lips. "Can you break a kiss?" I asked and ran my hand across his unshaved cheek and kissed him deeply. "Does the place suit my queen? "It does, and I rather like the service, especially the bellhop." *** I like a man that can cook, and of course, Wes cooked us a most delectable meal of lasagna. We always laughed at my own attempts in the kitchen and as he prepared the dinner I set the table. He brought out the meal for the both of us and saw him smile when he niftily turned down the lights to a romantic dimness. Setting the plates down, he whipped out a trio of long candles from his back pocket and I gasped, surprised by his thoughtfulness. I felt a wave, a surge even, of emotion rush through me as he sat down. So many things seemed to swish around my mind, bringing me to tears. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks, leaving shiny wet trails. Those were followed by as few more and I began to breathe erratically. Wes rushed to my side and sat beside me, taking my hand into his own, asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing... it's just so perfect." I replied between joyful sobs, "You're perfect." He said nothing, something that bothered me before, but I cherished with Wes. He knelt before and gently caressed my hand with his soft fingers and kissed it. His lips felt so good against my hand, which had never been kissed before. I saw the passion in his eyes as his mouth traveled up my arm slowly, taking every inch of my soft skin into his lips. I wanted him; I needed his taste on my lips. My hand softly came against his cheek and I guided his face to my lips. We eagerly met and pressed against each other. I turned awkwardly in the chair as our juices exchanged lips. We both laughed with our lips locked together in a fiery exchange until we broke a minute later. "Come," I said, making up my mind. I took him by the hand, holding the tips of his fingers with mine in their own tender embrace. Here I was, a 4 foot 8, 120 pound girl dragging a 6 foot, 180 pound man behind me, begging for him to take me. It seemed like something from a kinky version of A Midsummer's Night Dream. "Wait." He was hesitant, maybe not ready? "Are you sure you want this?" I knew he sense my worries and pried into my eyes, and drunk with passion, I nodded. Kissing me, he scooped me into his strong arms, and I responded by nuzzling my head into his neck, feeling his radiant warmth. He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot and gently laid me down on the bed. I smiled seductively at him and invited him to lie upon me. My first thought was that he was going to crush me with his sheer weight, and I immediately regretted my invitation, but he didn't. He took his time, smoothly pressing against me. It actually felt good, to feel the overwhelming contact. I felt as though I couldn't get away, or he wouldn't let me get away. I could feel him bear down against my bloused chest and his jeans grind against my own. My arms shivered slightly from the brisk night air yet he made me so warm, so needed. When our lips parted and our tongues returned to a PG-rated place, he began to kiss me all over my body. I liked it especially when he kissed my ears, his hot breath teasing the rosy skin. My hands found their own mind and began to rub up and down his back, stopping at the body of his shirt to pull up the fabric, revealing the hot flesh beneath. "If you want me to stop, we have to do it now or else I don't think I will be able to." He was so sweet, so thoughtful. At times quiet and unsure, but he was a sensitive bear. "Don't you dare," I groaned and whispered into his ear, pulling his shirt off. His hands rubbed up and down my sides, only his thumbs kneading my breasts. I took his hands into my own and coarsely placed them on my clothed boobs. A gasp escaped my mouth as his hands caressed the soft mounds. But it was not good enough, I wanted to feel him pinch my nipples, massage my actually skin. I pushed myself up from underneath him and he immediately leaned up to allow me more space. He looked at me with a confused face as he quickly tore his hands away. I kissed him quickly and pushed myself up further to take off my white blouse, and as it revealed my chest and was caught on my arms, Wes pulled it off and tossed it aside. As I regained awareness, Wes pressed himself against me in a long embrace, and I noticed his fumbling with the back of bra. I waited patiently for him to undo the clasp, and I drew designs on his back with my fingers. My patience wearing thin for him to be inside me, I reached behind myself and undid it for him, exposing the milky skin to him. I could feel his eyes scanning every inch of me, taking in my beauty I had denied him for so long. With vigor, he assaulted my breasts, clumsy groping, but quickly corrected himself with passionate kisses. He sucked on my nipples, caressed my areolas with wet strokes. I could feel each contact with such lucidity, each fingertip fondle, every tongue flick. My nipples became rock hard, like little erections begging to be sucked on. He began to ease down a little bit, his own desire to have my soft, forbidden skin finally quenched. He looked into my eyes once again, captivating me with his deep brown wells. He returned to my face, giving me one last soft kiss before slowly moving down to my thighs, leaving a trail of sensation down my stomach with little caresses from his fingers. Wes pulled down my jeans slowly, undoing the button then kissing the skin that lay directing beneath, just above my white panties. I knew he sensed my nervousness, my anxiety about the whole affair. While I was not a virgin, I had my experiences, to which I had only vaguely alluded to with the beautiful man before me. He knew about the coarseness other men had treated me, and I knew he would correct my worries about sex, reverse all my terrible memories. Having unzipping my jeans, he pulled them down slowly, teasing himself with my own slow unveiling. I loved his little kisses down the side of my legs, on my inner thighs, and I told him so with my gasps and moans. Stopping at my knees, still a little unsteady from my unease, he whispered, "You're so beautiful to me. I love your skin." Wes finished by pulling my pants off at the ankle with his teeth, afterwards placing a kiss on each foot, making me giggle but increasing my want, need, for him tenfold. I sat up, kneeling on my knees, prepared to meet him once again so I could be put into the position of his choice. He surprised my, however, when he remained lying on his stomach and began... to crawl? Wes took my hand and kissed it as he submitted himself before me, looking up, pleading into my eyes. This was the first time I had ever felt like this, he was beneath me, under me. Dare I say he was begging for me? His eyes were a like a puppy's beneath a Thanksgiving table. Once again, I began to cry. Every emotion: joy, release, ecstasy and love came forth in my watered eyes. I smiled as I freely wept and caressed up and down his arms. "It's ok... It's ok, Emma." He laughed, trying vainly to vanquish my tears. I stroked his hair and he cupped each of his hands under the mounds of my butt, using his top fingers to massage my cheeks and his bottom my thighs. He placed his head before my dripping sex, his nose tantalizing close to my long deprived clit. My hands ran through his soft hair, kneading his scalp and pushing his head forward into my engorged lips. My lips released an involuntary gasp as his tongue touched my opening. He was hesitant at first, only taking little strokes, but as my moaning increased its tempo, Wes slathered my vagina in his own saliva, lubricated my clit as well. "Please." I said, pulling up on his chin until his mouth touched my button. "Lick it slow... then fast." He complied, and for several minutes I received the first oral of my life. I loved it, better than any eight inch shaft that had pummeled me. Those two inches was the best pleasure I had ever received and I could not think of anything better until he slipped a finger inside me. He groaned as he did so, feeling my velvety flesh for the first time. While lathering me in his own juices, his finger alternated between ramming me and just sitting in my warm pocket, sending me into orgasm waves every time he did so. "I'mmmmm cooooomming." I shouted, and it felt so good to say and mean it for the first time in my life. My fingers found their own life and cupped the back of his head, smashing his face into my lips. My orgasm reached near violent levels as I trembled and screamed as I would in pain. I hunched over in my pleasure, shoving his poor face further into my lips. When I finally sat upright once again, his face was covered in my cum, the sweet liquid was near water like on his face. It looked as if he had taken a shower and I pouted for him in apology. "I'm sorry..." I said and giggled. He shook his head and laughed, slowly creeping up my stomach to my lips, grasping at my sides. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down with me onto my back. I kissed his head while he softly fondled my sensitive lips, still teasing them slightly. "Come here..." I whispered in extreme softness, beckoning him to my face. Obeying, Wes kissed me passionately on the lips, tearing through my lips with his tongue. With a moan of despair at our schism, he quickly took off his pants and underwear before plunging his tongue back into my mouth. My hand crept down his chest, along his hot belly and softly touched the bulb of his penis. He gasped with my gentle touch, my fingertips swirling around the sensitive head. "I need you so bad." He moaned into my mouth, kissing me hard. Placing his hand over mine, he used my fingers to hold his shaft while he pressed against my already engorged lips. I whimpered as he pushed inside me, though not out of pain but out of release. My lips moaned into his mouth, his full six inches pressing further into me. I could feel the ridge below his bulb gliding against the grooves my vagina. His hands pressed on either of my cheeks and his thumbs gently pushed away the tears that had formed on my eyes. I felt so bad, being so emotional in front of him, crying several times that evening. But he told me later that my feelings were romantic and even a turn on for him, moving him so deeply. His mouth never left my lips, evening pausing for breathe he hovered over my mouth. Wes started slowly, only rocking his hips for motion, but began to quicken his pace as my cries intensified. It was like he knew my wants, my needs, as soon as I realized them myself. He surprised me by thrusting quickly into my flesh, and stopping only when he ran out of length. Suddenly, he pushed a hand between my hip and the bed, he quickly flipped my over so that I was on top. The maneuver stunned me, as with the passion in which he had done it. I have never ridden a penis before, and I felt unworthy to be sitting still on his cock. Wes came to my rescue, his fingers gasping each of my butt cheeks and rocking them up and down on his own cock. I could see the ecstasy building in his face as he stared up at my breasts dangling before him, the nipples like a mobile above a baby's crib. Slowly, I began to see the range of control I had over him. It was a powerful position to be in. It felt as if I could be the master, controlling depth, speed, everything. As I saw the orgasm building his face, I could slow down to delay it. I felt as if I could do anything and everything to him and he could only obey. But, he was my Wes and there was only one thing I could think to do for him now. "Ohhh Wes, I want you to cum in me now, put your seed inside me." He moaned at my words and began to rock his hips quickly, though it was more of a rocking then thrusting in and out. "Oh God... Emma!" He shouted, taking my butt in his hands, spreading the cheeks and forcing them up and down, every which way. I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing his eyes staring right back up at me as he slowed down with a grunt. His hands traveled up my back and pulled me down horizontal on his chest, so my nipples pressed against him and our lips mashed together, all the while thrusting slowly. With a twitch, he began to spurt into me. I could feel his hot seed in my depths, coating the walls and making them slick. My legs, flush against him, could feel his own shudder with pleasure. I loved the feel of his sperm dribbling out between my tight lips and his rock hard erection. I did this, I made him do this. I thought, savoring the warm fluid I would hope one day would bring me our child. I felt him make one last deep thrust in the middle of his orgasm. He rocked us slowly then, his hands lightly caressing up and down my sides, stopping at my head to pull me in for a soft kiss. "Emma... I love you..." "I love you too." We laid there together for a while, me on top of him, sharing kisses as we felt his cock soften inside me. Later, we went back downstairs, reheated and ate his dinner with little smiles and then cuddled in front of the fire long into the night. Six months later we were married and soon after had a baby boy we named Rynne. Shorty and Me, A Loving Story There are too many women living in a sexless marriage... opinion. It doesn't mean the end. * It was a Sole-Proprietorship business but a girl was added after two years to answer telephones, act as receptionist and file papers. She was only five feet tall, married twelve years and built like a brick shithouse. Maybe her figure is what caused me to hire her although in total honesty it had never crossed my mind except as an afterthought. She'd been available the hours I needed her and had some experience. My workshop and shipping were located in a large area in back and the place had a shipping dock and tiny front office. There'd been a set of photo sensors installed across the front doorway that sounded an alarm anytime anyone crossed them. There was no way a person could get in without tripping them and so added responsibilities had been given with a slight raise in salary to compensate her for the effort. She was now responsible for shipping and invoice paperwork too and it kept her a bit busier. To give her time out back, the front office hours were shortened and it gave her an hour in the backroom every working day. A year after she'd started work I began to notice her. She always seemed to smile and yet when her husband was mentioned she seemed to change the subject. She also wore the same outfit every day. It was almost a uniform dress and never seemed to vary. When finally I asked her she told me she had a girlfriend that sold them in packages of five and they were quite durable as well as low-cost. That's when I first noticed there was no zipper or buttons on the dresses. They were one-piece and had a narrow waist below a more than adequate bosom and for some reason I began to wonder how she got the dresses on and off. I could see that she'd never be able to pull the dress down over her hips. It wasn't that her hips were huge because they fit her form perfectly and were quite beautiful.as far as anyone could see but I couldn't see how that narrow waist could ever fit over them. Also she seemed always to wear a bra and for her size I'd had a thought one day. I wondered if the bra was unfastened, straightened and suspended from one end if the other end would touch the floor and the overall height would be taller than she was. It was a dumb question but occupied my mind just as how she removed that dress did. I tried not to stare at her even though my mind would race with the same two questions. I was certain the bra had clasps at her back and it was that measurement clasp to clasp that seemed longer than five feet. Eventually I'd decided that five feet or sixty inches had to be too large for her bust size and the question was ridiculous although it would be interesting to know how high it would be if suspended that way. I guess I'd decided her bra size must be at least a forty-two 'D' on the most conservative side. If a few inches were added for the length that held the bra's fasteners then the height of the bra from floor could barely come to her neck. On slow days I had to force myself to concentrate on other things in the business yet when I saw her they always seemed to force attention back to the same two questions. I began to understand that men like me were completely strange to be preoccupied with such things and yet there was some funny kind of enjoyment at it. That's when I first began to wonder if gals with full bodies ever feel sorry for other grown women with smaller bust sizes. Do the beautifully endowed ever think "It's okay little girl. Perhaps someday you'll grow into a woman and those things will be the size they should be."? Again my mind was busy wondering stupid things. Why wasn't I wondering about things like cash flow or sales? Then too I suppose it was around that time she first appeared so interesting to me as a person. I wondered what her life was all about. Was she happy? What did she and hubby do on weekends for enjoyment? Although her bra size and personal life during that time frame commanded too much of my attention I can honestly say that sex with her was rarely if ever a topic I dwelled on. One day we were joking as we worked and she'd asked how I'd originally thought of and developed my business. I tried to explain but it wasn't a very good explanation I suppose and she told me she didn't understand how folks like me came up with ideas for things that managed to be successful. I thought about that question as we worked and in a moment of insanity I suppose I asked her the question about her dress and how it seemed impossible for her to get into or out of it. She asked what I meant and I told her I'd noticed there were no buttons or zippers and the waist seemed too small to slip it down over her hips. She laughed then and asked if I really wanted to know. I did. She laughed and bent from the waist, grasped the hem of the dress on each side and slipped it upward and over her head. It was that easy and I'd never even thought of raising it over her head. I suppose her bust size had eliminated that from my mental processes and yet as she slid it up over her head I noticed her breasts compress as the waist slipped over them. She was standing only in bra and panties holding the dress and said "Just like that." I couldn't speak as I stared at her cleavage and the perfection of her body hidden so well behind that dress all the time she'd worked with me. "What's the matter?" she said as if she was worried for me and then she slipped the dress back on and approached. "I'd never even thought of it going over your head." I replied stupidly with my mind still on the perfection of her body. She was very short with perfect hips and bosom that fit her frame exactly as Aphrodite's might it seemed. She laughed and asked why not. "I guess because I thought you were so large up there too." I was still in a quandary over what I'd witnessed. "Well I suppose I am big there too but there's nothing to keep them in position except my bra." and she laughed. "Do you have any more questions?" I was just becoming aware of the walking coma I seemed to be in and said "Well with my stupidity already showing I guess there was one other thing." Somehow I was opening up with my stupid thoughts and explained my question about the length of the bra and she laughed again. "Well I guess I've never been too embarrassed by my body although I've always wondered what it might be like to be taller and more like men wanted but I'm only four feet ten and my bra size is a forty-four double 'D' which makes me feel like a dwarf with too large a bosom. My husband used to like it although in the last few years his tastes have reversed." she said as she worked. "Maybe I'll check on that height thing tonight and let you know the result in the morning unless you want me to show you right now." she added as a tease. "I'm wearing a forty-six double 'D' right now because when I move around a lot it's more comfortable and I just cinch it up a bit more in back when I slow down." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound as criticism. We've worked together so long that I guess I've grown too curious." I said and knew I was blushing. "Not at all." she said. "At least it's nice to think some man is thinking of me but maybe we should put that question to bed right now. The place is closed and nobody can see so let's do it. We only have another ten minutes to end of day and my husband is working late again tonight although I really suspect he's found some young skinny thing that fits his current interests." she said. "I'm sure he hasn't. As beautiful as you are you must be the most important thing on his mind." I said in all honesty but she was already slipping the dress off again. "I can't get the bra off to stretch it out without slipping out of these shoulder straps too." she said "But I know my husband isn't the least concerned about me or how lonely I've become." I watched in amazement and realized the first time that I'd grown hard thinking of her and watching her. As she reached behind and unclasped her bra I watched fascinated as the cups slipped free of their content and exposed the most exciting breasts and full nipples I'd ever imagined. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you." she said with a bit of concern but then went on to grab one end of the bra and let it hang suspended. "Do you want to hold it against the floor and we'll see how high it comes?" It took me moments to realize the chance I was given and then I quickly responded although I had trouble concentrating as my eyes switched continuously between her breasts and her smiling eyes. "I always buy the bra a bit larger but with the same cup size because sometimes my chest seems to swell and the bra gets too tight." she added in all seriousness. The top end of the bra came to the start of her nose and as I looked up I wondered how her breasts could remain so proud and full without sagging hugely. "You're right." she said "It wouldn't have taken much more to be as tall as I am." As I stood again I was still holding the end of her bra and staring at her breasts. "Do you want to help fasten me?" she asked in what appeared to be a tease and her huge smile accented it. "No." I said quietly "I want to do something a lot more." "Oh?" she said "What does my boss have in mind?" "Just this." I said and wrapped my arm around her and kissed her as my hand cupped her left breast. In a bare moment her surprise was gone and she moaned as her tongue slipped between our lips and the kiss became a seal of approval in all the best ways. Her nipples were like hard pebbles under my thumb and our kiss lasted long minutes of sincere and growing passion. I slipped my hand from her breast and slid it down across her perfect soft tummy and entered the hip-hugger panties she was wearing and found her wet and eager as it entered. Her hips were working against me and then she pulled back a bit without breaking the kiss and her hand found the bulge that had grown more intense since she'd first leaned down and grabbed the hem of her dress. Her hand was alive and exploring while I felt and heard a moan developing deep within her. "Take it out for me." she commanded and returned to our kiss. I unbuckled the belt of the work pants I usually wore and then released the top button and my pants slid downward. I was single and hated wearing tight briefs and hated the looseness of boxers so I was always Commando. Her hand found me and squeezed tightly then began to move from tip to base and I grew harder, if possible, as she worked and her tongue was alive in my mouth until it suddenly stretched out and grew rigid. I felt her body tighten and then a huge tremble shook her and I felt my fingers grow even wetter. She was working my fingers and after several quick climaxes she pulled back and said "Please take me. I need you inside me now. Please hurry." I picked up and carried her to the couch I'd put against a back wall to use when I work late at night and don't feel like driving home when it's over. I put her down and then took off her panties, tossed them onto a workbench and then I lay next to her. I slipped my fingers again into her wetness and then traced her nipples and her mouth with them. I felt her hand reaching down and then she moved to position herself and slipped my head back and forth between those wet lips before pushing it back and saying "Now!" She was tight and eager and yet I knew it hurt her a little as it slipped in past the head and I began working it slowly. She was tighter than any woman I'd known and it felt like nothing I'd known previously. After she'd relaxed she shifted from a concerned look back to the smile I'd known and she said "It's okay now. Please give it to me." I was slow and careful and aware of every movement of her body and she flinched once or twice but as I moved it in and out it slowly slid deeper until finally I was fully inserted and held it there. "Are you okay?" I asked and she smiled and wiggled her hips. "I am now." she said She was hungry and amazing as her body began to move and she began telling me how she felt. I'd never felt harder and never enjoyed sex more. I'm tall and eventually I held her and rolled onto my back with her above me. She put her hands on my chest, slowly pushed herself upright and looked down on me. "I like it up here." she said and closed her eyes as she worked me by rocking forward onto her knees and then back down. "I've never felt anything so big and deep. I was a virgin when we married and disappointed on our wedding night. I had never used a toy or anything more than my fingers. I masturbate a lot and even more now that my husband isn't interested. I had a close girlfriend before we married and she showed me a toy she used all the time. It was shaped just like you are and it was large so I thought all men were large down here. On my wedding night I found my husband wasn't and then I always thought maybe toys were always made larger than the real thing. I'm glad now that I've found out they aren't. Yours feel so good and I'm going to climax a lot! Do you like it? Is it okay?" "It's tight and perfect like I've never known." I told her truthfully and began to work with her. In moments she closed her eyes and with a huge smile she trembled and dropped hard around me. She sat a moment as her climax subsided and then we were at it again. "It's been so long since I was taken by my husband and I've needed it so much. You are perfect and I could do this always. I don't even care if my husband knows. I told you I suspected but it wasn't true. I know he has others. I've found lipstick marks in his briefs many times and the shades are different and never mine. He also smells of a woman and even of her perfume. I guess he never showers after he's with them. Two months ago I cleaned out the room that was mine for work and storage then moved in there. I bought a bed on credit and I'm paying for it every month on my credit card. I never want to go to bed with him again." It was okay with me and I moved back, sat up part way and then brought a breast to my lips. I nursed a nipple and then bit it a little and she shook all over again as she reached another climax. "So you don't mind short girls with big breasts?" she said without changing rhythm. I told her with every bit of honesty in me "I like you. I like your size and your breasts and the way you make love. I love to see and feel every climax you have and want you to have even more." "Will you be able to climax too?" she asked. "I can do it easily and in fact I already would have if I wasn't trying so hard not to do it yet." I smiled as I gasped out the words to her. "Why do you try not to do it?" she asked innocently. "Because I want you to know how special you are and I want to satisfy you more than you've ever been. I want you to remember me and I want to do this often and as long as you're willing." I told her. "Me too." she said with that same alluring smile as she rocked and dropped again and again until she finally said "I'm ready now. I want you to climax and I want to watch you and feel it as you do. Is that okay?" she asked and grabbed my ass with both hands behind her. I was already clamping and using her hips in my large hands and ready as soon as she began and when I felt her working me even harder I became an animal wanting to take all that I needed. I'd never known a woman I needed more. "OMG! Sweet Heaven." she exclaimed as she worked with me and I didn't slow as I felt her body shiver in yet another climax but this one seemed more intense and longer than all of her previous ones. Her nails dug into my ass. Moments passed as she began to recover and then I exploded, drove deep and held it while filling her time after time and she screamed her pleasure. She could have screamed louder but she was trying to control it. My place was leased at the end of the building and the office next door was empty waiting for a new client so that nobody heard her but me. But her scream just made me climax longer and harder as I thought she'd drained me. "Oh! That was so good and you're still so hard. My husband would have been off me and half asleep by now." she laughed. "I feel you could keep me hard forever when looking at me while you're naked." I said and showed how much I appreciated her with a kiss to each nipple and then her mouth. "When we first married my husband made me use my mouth to clean him every time. After I slowly adjusted to his taste I liked it and I've missed it. Is it okay if I...?" and she moved to my side and then sat up and moved lower on me. I felt her hand first and then her tongue before I finally felt her lips and as I glanced down she was looking up at me with those same smiling eyes. She seemed to enjoy all of me and although I'd been hard I felt it swelling even more as she pulled away and said "I can feel your pulse. You have a strong heart boss." then she returned to her task and continued until she was satisfied. "That was good!" she said. "Maybe sometime if you want then I could do something more for you that way." and I smiled at her impish grin. "Actually it wouldn't be right not to handle my boss's needs. Do you want to try something else? I can lean against the arm of the couch." Without my answering she stood and took a position bending over the arm of the couch. She slapped her one cheek behind then laughed and said "You can spank it if you want. The husband never sees it." I could barely endure the time it took to stand and rush behind her. I was already hard but if I hadn't been it would only have been an instant before I got that way as I saw her cute bottom in front of me. I moved closer and she reached under then pulled me into position and worked me until I was wet enough to be lubricated for entry. I smiled and then spanked her ass twice and told her "Let's get on with it Lil Doggie. Show me what you can do." I heard her giggle for the first time and then she was off as I took short strokes and slowly entered deeper. I was only in a couple of inches when she said "Stop! Right there! That's so good." And so I began pounding into her with my hands locked on her hips so that I short stroked the spot she was indicating. "Faster!" she said and then "OMG! That's good. I don't know what you're doing but don't stop. Yes! Yes! Yes!" In a moment I felt her body stiffen and then begin shaking as if it was her first time but then it continued for more than a minute and she was completely lost in the moment. I listened to her moans and wet sounds as her hips rotated again and again. Her moaning continued to grow more intense as she worked. Finally when she slowed and managed to catch her breath I heard her saying "I don't know what that was but I've never felt anything like it before. I couldn't stop shaking or wanting more. It was incredible and lasted longer than I'd known it could. It kept coming and coming. It began deep inside me and just took control of me. I've never known anything could be so good." Then there was a long pause before she said "Okay let's get going again." I suppose I surprised her because I didn't drive deeper but repeated everything I'd done before and then I heard her say "If you keep that up it's going to happen again." and I just said "Good!" "Damn! I can feel it again. You do things to me I don't understand." and then her body was shaking and her ass was working for even more and I gave it to her without moving deeper. That climax was even more intense and lasted longer than the one from moments before. I'd been so turned on knowing that I was pleasing her that I'd almost climaxed each time yet somehow managed to hold it back but after her second I left it in and held it for perhaps five minutes before she was ready again and said with a soft smile "Okay but this time slide it deeper. I don't think my mind can take another one of those right away and besides I want to feel you nested deep inside me." Shorty and Me, A Loving Story She was wet enough that I had no problem but took my time slipping in until finally I bottomed and felt her warm flesh pressing firmly against me. In moments she was moving and seating it comfortably and then we began in complete desperation. I'd never had a woman of such beauty and intrigue nor one that was so sexually open with me in both need and speech. I did manage to slap her beautiful ass at least twice and with each slap she seemed even more interested I thought. I know I was. When finally I'd climaxed too long and hard and recovered it was after eight when I suggested a shower. "Do you mean together?" she asked innocently and when I nodded she told me she'd never showered with a man before. I made up then for what she'd been missing. I'd installed the shower in the rest room a year earlier after spending a few nights working so late the I hadn't gone home but felt need of removing the sweat for the next morning. Again I can say I'd never before experienced anything like that afternoon and evening. After the shower we dressed and I walked her to her car. I told her I'd follow her home to make certain she'd get there safely and then she made me promise not to stop when she pulled into her driveway at home. I agreed although I waved through the window as we turned down her street. I had trouble sleeping as I remembered the long period of activity that day and relived it in my mind over and over again. It was difficult for me waiting for our next day to begin. I was tired from lack of sleep but arrived at work earlier than usual next morning. Her car was already there. I unlocked the door, entered and locked it again. We wouldn't open for business for more than an hour yet. As I walked into the back I saw her preparing coffee and walked up behind her. "You're in awfully early this morning." I said with what I thought was lighthearted speech. She didn't turn around. "I couldn't sleep and came in just after my husband went to work." When I stood without answering she said "I'm sorry. You can fire me and I won't make a scene." "Fire you? Why would I fire you?" I asked and she still hadn't turned around. "For taking advantage of you yesterday. I know I shouldn't have done all that and it isn't good for people working together to be that way." she added. I reached out and turned her around. Her eyes were wet and she was crying softly. "It was exactly what I wanted and needed. I've been hoping you wouldn't hate me." I added quietly. "Hate you? I couldn't hate you. You made me feel like I've never known before and thought I'd never feel. I wanted you and still do but I know it will get in the way of your business." she said apologetically. I kissed her then and in a moment things got better and she returned the kiss. "We'll work through any problems that might come up but I don't think there'll ever be any." I told her. "So it's okay?" she asked as she wiped away the tears. I hugged her and poured her some coffee then smiled as I offered it to her "I thought about you all last night and more this morning. I don't want it to end and I want to see you even more if we can." and then I cupped her breast and leaned down then kissed it thorough her dress. She took a sip of coffee and then her smile returned and with another impish gleam in her eye she said "It's more than an hour before we open. I think I know what we can do?" "What?" I asked and she lifted her dress again and tossed it onto the couch then added "Take it out." "Will we have time to dress if we do it now?" I asked curiously. "I only have to slip the dress over my head and you don't have to do anything except take it out then lower your pants a little." I did as she told me and in a moment she smiled and said "I told you there was something else I could do in a certain way." and she pushed me down to sit on the couch then took a position on her knees next to me and lowered her head. In a moment she was busy and paused only moments as she caught her breath. "You don't hold back. I want it all. I want to be able to taste it all day and I've always wanted to do it this way and feel it across my tongue and deep again in my throat." I slipped my hand under a cup of her bra then thought about it and slid the other side upward to join it and felt her nipples hard again as she worked. Her warm breasts felt good cupped in my hands and then she too was cupping and slid my balls forward with one hand as her other celebrated my length.. It was a morning to remember and I didn't hold back. She hadn't worn her hip-huggers either and was naked except for her bra pushed high and her sandals. When finally I filled her she was eager and almost gluttonous in her efforts. Then afterwards she took her time cleaning before cupping it against her cheek and smiling at me. "That was good. I didn't want to lose a drop and I almost did. Do you think we can make it through the day?" I smiled in satisfaction and told her we'd take a ninety minute lunch from now on and see what we could do about it. "Can you smell me?" she asked. "I'm drenched." I reached down, cupped my fingers and swept them through her before bringing them to my lips and tasting them "It has your scent and the sweetest taste there is." I told her honestly as I licked them clean. "You'd better prepare for it this afternoon because when the place closes I intend to return the favor you just gave me." She squealed and said "Promise? I've never had that before but I read that a girls really like it." she said. "And so does a man." and winked as I returned her smile. "I'll have to clean up but every time I think of what you just said I'll have to return and dry it all again." she told me. "I'll take care of the front while you're busy." I told her and tried to look as much an imp as she could. I didn't wait until afternoon but had her for my lunch and took almost a full hour before letting her clean up. She was completely docile and loving the remainder of the afternoon and I was instantly hungry for her again as she finished her drying effort after lunch. That afternoon was every bit as magical as the previous had been and we worked at it until almost nine. I ordered pizza delivered and we sat naked again after I'd paid the guy and undressed again. Seeing her nakedness was and still is the most exciting time of my life. In the following months we developed our talents in everything sexual and personal between us. She is divorced from him now and he is free to pursue anyone else he likes. Since she came to work with me the business has increased tenfold and the profits have followed. I've leased the empty space next door and added a bit more automation so that only the two of us are required to still run the business. We have plans to marry in two months after waiting almost two years since the decree was final. We are still as hot today as that first time and I don't see it every cooling. She is still my favorite 'little scamp', a name I gave her that second afternoon. She is also now thinking seriously of starting a family but says "My tits are going to grow and start to sag and I'm going to look like a bowling ball with feet." I was a bottle baby and it will be great to finally taste the sweetness of a mother's milk and bowling is my favorite sport... I even know where my three fingers fit the ball. Shorty: My Stud Son This is a TERRIBLY short I am throwing out in hopes that it will get me back in the mood to finish the several stories I have floating in my head. Hope you enjoy. Comments are welcome and appreciated! It was late Friday night when I was awoken to the sound of the front door. My little Mikey was home. I say 'little', but in pretty much every way that was no longer the case. My soon to be nineteen year old son had led his team to State victory as the quarterback this year, giving him a full ride to college. Speaking of college, if I remembered right, he was returning from a date with one (or more) of the several college girls he was dating. I was quite proud of his success with 'the ladies', especially that he was able to entice older girls. I thought of my handsome son as I heard him climb the stairs and fumble a bit in his room. I thought about how much he had changed this last year. How confident he had grown. How proud I was of him. How happy he made me. I was jostled from my half asleep thoughts by my son's voice. "Mom, are you awake?" He asked, not really trying to whisper. "For you dear, of course I am." "Good." He said. In the dim light it looked like my son was naked. "Cindy and I had a good time tonight but she was only able to get me off once. Think you can help?" His question was rhetorical. He had already begun climbing into bed before I could answer. "Oh, yes sweetie!" I said, as he squatted over my head. I felt the bulbous head of his dick against my lips as his limp yet enormous cock came into view. I welcomed my son's manhood into my mouth and he quickly began to thrust his hips up and down. I could taste the tangy flavor of what I assumed to be Cindy's pussy, which caused my own pussy to begin to drool. It was such a turn on to know that my son had been having his way with one of his sexy girls earlier to night, and now he was having his way with me! His cock was swelling, stretching my lips and working its way down my throat. I felt my husband roll away from us, trying to ignore what was going on. Poor man. Knowing that his own little penis couldn't even reach my throat, yet his son's was reaching deep down and he wasn't even fully hard. Once erect, my son began to hammer his massive cock in and out of my throat. He was just using me for his own pleasure, and I was fine with that. Over the past year, he had brought me more than enough of my own. The bed bounced violently, his huge balls beating against my chin. He was in no way trying to hide from his father the fact that he was fucking the throat of his own mother. Ever since my husband had walked in on Mikey and me (and then subsequently being cuckolded by my manly son), Mikey loved lording it over my husband that I was now Mikey's and no longer his. Mikey grunted above me as his horse cock battered my poor throat. Mikey can last for quite some time when he wants, but right now he just wanted release, so I knew this would be quick. I reached up and began to massage and squeeze his bloated balls. If he had only cum once with Cindy, I knew I would be getting quite a load. I had to swallow constantly because of the steady stream of pre-cum oozing from his cumslit. My working throat muscles only added to his pleasure. And in short order I felt his nutsack tighten and his gigantic dick swell, stretching my throat and lips to their limit. And then he came. A torrent of thick, hot, creamy seed filling my mouth and throat. Even after months of practice, I could never swallow fast enough. So as usual a fair amount squirted from the tight seal of my mouth, dripping down my cheeks and chin. Mikey noisily backed his deflating cock from my mouth as he climbed off the bed. Now free of the forced 'O' shape, a smile came to my lips as I scooped his remaining cum with my fingers and licked them clean. "Don't worry mom." He said as he kissed my forehead. "I'll take care of you in the morning." Worry? Why would I do that? He had already taken care of me twice today, and pretty much every day before that in the last year. As I drifted off, I dreamed of all of the orgasms that the future held. Shorty: The Neighbor Boy This is meant to be a one shot story. I used it to get the juices flowing (metaphorically speaking) so i could hopefully finish some other chapters in other stories. As always, the sexual acts depicted are purposely unrealistic. If you are looking for that you won't find it here (but may find it in an upcoming story I am cooking up). Thanks all, and keep the feedback rolling in! ** My little girl was home from her first year of college. Although it was hard calling her little, considering how much she had grown. She had always been an attractive girl; mixing her father's athletic body with my naturally bronze skin and exotic features. Her year away seemed only to have magnified them. It was something I was very happy about. I knew she would be able to have her pick of any man. I know that sounds bad, but the security she would know would always help her in life. That's why I wasn't particularly happy when I came home one day and found her outside flirting with the neighbor boy in his pool. Don't get me wrong, Jimmy is a nice enough boy, but he wasn't anything special. The only reason his parents could afford to live in our upscale neighborhood was due to winning the lottery. They were both simple blue collar workers, and Jimmy looked to follow in their footsteps. I often saw him going to one of the neighbors to do yard work. As an 18 year old senior, he wasn't at the top of his class nor on any of the sports teams I was aware of. So the prospect of my angel wasting herself on him did not make me happy. Mind you, he was attractive. Hours in the sun doing manual labor had given him a tan muscular body. So, I hoped that this was just a passing fancy. Later in he week I found that not to be the case. I do volunteer work during the afternoons. One day we had amazingly finished quite early, so I headed home. Entering the house, I heard muffled noises upstairs. Curiosity got the best of me and I headed up. As I got closer it was quiet obvious that my daughter was in the throes of passion. I'm not sure what compelled me to do it, but I had to take a peek. That peek would change everything. There was my daughter, legs spread wide, shrieking through her orgasm and between her legs, facing away from me was Jimmy pumping the most obscenely thick penis I had ever seen in and out of my little girl. His strokes were powerful and rapid. I couldn't tell how long he was, but based on the length of the strokes he was already bigger than any man I had every seen. Immediately my panties were wet and my nipples hard. I now knew exactly why Sara was so enthralled with our neighbor. I couldn't tear my eyes away. My angel wailed and moaned through orgasm after orgasm. I found myself unconsciously playing with my nipples through my shirt. It must have went on for twenty minutes before I finally couldn't take it any more and silently ran across the house to my bedroom and brought myself to my own climax. The entire time I masturbated I had images of that Adonis pounding away at my Sara with his mammoth penis. The orgasm that overtook me was one of the greatest of my life. The next day, after only a few hours at the office, I found myself squirming in my seat. I was failing miserably at keeping the images of the previous afternoon out of my head. I decided to give in to my urges and left early in hopes of a repeat performance. Upon reaching my home I noticed Sara's high school friend Amanda's car was in the driveway. I silently cursed my bad luck that I would not be getting the show I was hoping for, so I resigned myself to sneaking into my room and getting off to thoughts from the day before. Entering the house, rather than hearing two girls gabbing, I heard a male voice coming from the den. Was Jimmy here after all? I tiptoed to the den and peeked in. On the couch sat Jimmy, totally naked. Next to him Sara was also naked. I had apparently just missed the main event, as Sara already looked like she had been through an ordeal; skin flushed and hair tousled. She was on all fours as she kissed and licked the massive head of Jimmy's awesome cock. I had never even thought that word before, but calling it a penis just did not do it justice. Then I saw why Amanda's car was in the driveway: She was crouched between Jimmy's muscled thighs licking and sucking on his immense balls. Both girls had a hand running up and down his shaft. I was an amazing sight to watch these two girls worshipping Jimmy's towering manhood. It was obvious from the looks of total adoration in each of their faces that he had given them incredible amounts of pleasure and now they were doing their best to return the favor. For his part, Jimmy sat there with his hands behind his head and enjoyed their ministrations. After several minutes of this the girls must have sensed that he was getting close. They began to speed up their jerking motions, and each looked to be sucking and licking much harder. Jimmy moaned and after a few more minutes he announced that he was going to cum. Each of the girls hurriedly got down and knelt before him as he stood and aimed his massive dick down at them. Then, letting out a long groan, he started to cum. The first jet struck my daughter directly in her open mouth. The amount that spewed forth seemed impossible. He quickly turned and fired the next blast into Amanda's waiting mouth while Sara swallowed his first offering. He alternated like this for several more blasts before aiming lower and dumping an obscene volume on each girl's firm breasts. As the last drops emptied from Jimmy's spent cannon, Sara and Amanda turned and began rubbing their slimy breasts against one another while locking in a deep tongue kiss, no doubt swapping some remaing cum. Jimmy moved forward, placing his deflating cock against their kissing faces and they took turns kissing his cock head and tonguing his cum slit. I rushed back to my room before I was discovered and immediately flung myself onto my bed and began to fiercely masturbate. Images of what I had just seen flooded my head. Not only did that young man possess the largest cock I had ever seen or heard about, but the amount of cum he produced was unbelievable. It was as though someone turned on a hose! In less than a minute I had an earth shattering orgasm. I had to shove a pillow over my face to stifle my scream. I knew then that I would be sneaking home early again tomorrow. The next afternoon I left early for home again. My thighs were slick with my juices as I rubbed them together in anticipation. I entered the house quietly and listened. I heard nothing. I did a quick stealthy search of the house to no avail. I though that maybe they had taken their game outside, so I sneaked out and was rewarded with the sounds of slapping flesh and a woman moaning. It sounded to be coming from Jimmy's yard so I crept over to the bushes separating our yards and peeked through. There was Jimmy in all his sexual glory, but the woman on all fours before him was not my Sara, nor did I see Sara anywhere. I quickly recognized the screaming woman as Sara's math teacher from high school. He hammered into her mercilessly, smacking her fleshy ass loudly with his hand every now and then. Much like I had seen two days ago from my daughter, I watched orgasm after orgasm wash over the woman's face. Jimmy was much rougher to this woman than he had been with my daughter. His slaps to her ass had it practically glowing red and he had grabbed roughly by the hair as he fucked her. After nearly thirty minutes Jimmy pulled his horse sized cock from her abused pussy with an audible plop and spun her around, still gripping her hair. He jammed his cock head into her mouth and roughly began fucking it and her throat. Her eyes teared up as she suppressed her gag reflex, but she made no move to stop him. When Jimmy began to cum, he didn't pull out. Having seen how much he came the day before, I knew there was no way this woman could swallow that much spunk so quickly. And sure enough after Jimmy's first couple of grunts, cum began to spew from her mouth. I could see her throat working to try and keep up with the tidal wave of sperm but it couldn't. Cum even began to shoot from her nose! With the last dribbles (which were still more than most men produced when firing full blast) Jimmy pulled out and deposited them on her face. She coughed and hacked a bit but never stopped giving his cock attention. When it softened (which was still enormous) he slapped his cock against her sperm drenched face. I could hear the wet sounds all the way where I was, so I knew they weren't soft. But not only did she take it, she begged him to keep cock slapping her, which he did. I quickly dashed back to my room to pleasure myself. As soon as my fingers met my clitoris, I came. It only took a bit more furious rubbing for me to bring about an even bigger orgasm. I lay there panting, slowly coming down from the rush of lust that had overtaken me. As my mind cleared I realized that Jimmy was cheating on Sara. Sara sharing him with her friend was one thing. But Jimmy fucking another woman while Sara was out was something totally different. As I went downstairs, I built a head of steam over the issue. I decided to call Jimmy and give him a piece of my mind. Reaching for the phone, I noticed a note from Sara saying that she would be out until later that night. This meant I could talk to Jimmy face to face without interruptions. So I called him. "Jimmy, this is Mrs. Arlington." I said with a stern voice. "I need to speak with you. Do you have time to come over?" "Sure Mrs. Arlington. I'll be over in a couple of minutes." He sounded confused. How could he not suspect that I had caught him? A few minutes later there was a knock on my door, and I ushered Jimmy in and directed him to the couch. He looked at me earnestly as I stood before him and began my rant. As I went, I made myself more angry causing me to lay into him harder and harder. He made no attempt to defend himself. He simply sat there with a slight smile on his face, which only upset me more. Suddenly the door opened and Sara came in. "Mom, what's going on?" "Sara! I thought you wouldn't be home till later." I answered, quite flustered at the interruption. "So you decided to yell at Jimmy? Jimmy texted me, telling me to come home. So I did." She snapped, quickly moving to Jimmy's side on the couch. We would see if she still took his side when she discovered what he had done. "Your mom 'caught' me with Mrs. Harris this afternoon. She was giving me a tongue lashing about hurting you." Jimmy said calmly. Sara just looked at me incredulously. It was obvious that not only was this not news to Sara, she was quite alright with it. "Sara, he's your boyfriend. You should expect him to show you some respect!" I begged. "Mother! He's not my boyfriend. I'm HIS slut!" I was totally stunned by this. It was hard to even imagine my angel saying such a thing, especially to me. Jimmy reached over and grabbed Sara's head an pulled her in for a sloppy kiss. I was still too stunned to respond, but not to notice my daughter's hand move to his lap and massage the growing bulge there. "Baby, why don't you show your mom why you're my slut." Jimmy said, breaking the kiss. A naughty grin flashed on Sara's face. I couldn't believe what she was doing! She unbuttoned Jimmy's pants and fished out his inflating cock. Up until now, I had been quite a distance away from anything I had seen, but now I was just a few feet away from his mighty tool. Sara was immediately running her hands up and down his awesome length while purring lewdly. I then noticed that Jimmy was staring at me, his intense eyes boring a hole into mine. "You see Mrs. Arlington, Sara is far from the only woman I am fucking. Although she is one of my favorites. Hell, you're one of the few good looking women in the neighborhood that I'm not boning on a regular basis." I suddenly realized that all of Jimmy's forays to do 'yard work' were likely not what I had suspected them to be. And, while I should have been appalled, I found myself getting aroused. And also a bit disappointed that I had been missing out. "Maybe you should fix that Jimmy." Sara pulled her mouth away from Jimmy's cock long enough to say. "I know you love big tits, and my mom's are enormous." "They sure are." He grinned, eyes gluing to my chest. "And her nipples look like they're huge." Sara just hummed an affirmative around his cock head. Earlier I mentioned that Sara inherited her father's toned body. While she did sport a pair of perky C cups they were nothing compared to my bouncing E cups. The rest of me was just as rounded; curved hips, plump bubble butt, big but firm thighs. Voluptuous to be sure. Even despite my advancing years I was still very firm and tight, just not the athletic tone of my daughter. I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my groin as I realized that Jimmy found me attractive. "Mrs. Arlington, come suck my cock." Jimmy commanded. A small part of my brain cried out at how wrong this was, but the lust addled majority won out as I moved to the couch and sat next to him. Sara pulled herself away from Jimmy's crotch and held his mammoth prick, offering it to me. Gently, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it noticing that they didn't come close to touching. It was so hot. So hard. My mouth began to water. I felt Jimmy's hand gently press the back of my head. I needed no further prompting, closing my eyes and dropping my head to his cock. Stretching my lips I felt the head pop past and into my waiting mouth, sliding smoothly down and pressing into my throat. I slowly bobbed my head, savoring the sensation, causing me to moan into his dick. Even the copious pre-cum drooling from his cock tasted wonderful. "Isn't it amazing mother?' Sara whispered in my ear. I responded by letting out a deep moan. Jimmy gently lifted my head, his cock making a pop as it escaped my sucking mouth, Sara quickly taking my place. Pushing me back, he unbuttoned my blouse which I quickly removed and then he undid my bra with an expertise that showed that mine was far from his first. As my huge breasts bobbled free, his eyes lit up. I swelled with pride knowing that my breasts outstripped any woman in the neighborhood. Without hesitation he dove in. Under his expert sucking and licking my already hard nipples somehow hardened even more. I saw that Sara was now double fisting his enormous erection so that she could watch Jimmy work on my titties. And work he did, alternating between one rock hard nipple to the other! After only a few minutes I felt my quim flutter and an orgasm passed through me. Two more followed before he pulled his face from my spit slicked mounds. Without a word he stood and I knew what he wanted. I quickly shucked my skirt and panties and pulled my bronzed thighs apart as far as they would go. My pussy dripped in anticipation. I knew then that I had wanted this from the second I had seen Jimmy in action. Looking at it, just inches from my wet opening I had no idea how that fist sized head would fit. It didn't seem possible! But if my daughter could do it, I could. He pressed firmly against my moist lips, stretching them like they never had before. And suddenly 'pop' the massive head was in. I threw back my head and shouted "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" as I came. Jimmy just grinned at me and continued humping forward; stretching my pussy to its limits and reaching depths never explored. When he reached the back of my tunnel and shuddered in pleasure and pain. Without waiting he pulled almost all the way out and then quickly crammed it back in. He repeated this several more times, driving the air from my lungs before picking up a steady hammering rhythm. My cunt began to steadily spasm as I came over and over. Burning tingles passed through my body; so strong I could barely say anything intelligible. "Oh fuck! So fucking huge! Don't ever stop fucking me you horse dicked stud!" I screamed pulling him down; crushing my stiff nippled tits into his chest and clawing at his back as a particularly massive orgasm passed through me. With our faces close, Jimmy kissed me with a tongue lashing kiss. Suddenly he sat up, and jerked me up. He stood, supporting me with his pillar of a cock and holding my full ass, I quickly wrapped my hands behind his neck for balance. He started lifting me up and down over his cock with his muscled arms, slamming me down heavily while thrusting forward with his hips. More orgasms came, followed by still more. Gallons of our mixed juices poured out of me, dripping down his mighty pole and down his tennis ball sized nuts, which slung our juices around as they flew up and down to slap my ass. My own massive mammaries careened and wobbled on my chest. Jimmy occasional caught one turgid nipple in his mouth and bit lightly, dragging even more pleasure from my sweat soaked body. I had no idea how long this went on, but would later discover it lasted almost an hour total. I was barely conscious from all my dozens of orgasms; relegated to simply holding on and moaning. I felt Jimmy lay me down and wrench his cock from my battered pussy. It was both a relief and a supreme sense of loss. Straddling my chest, he wrapped my mountainous tits around his huge dong and began to slide it in and out. So long it was that even with my pillowy breasts the head would slide out across my face causing me to lick it as it went by, instinctively. His enormous balls dragged heavily across my belly. I swear I could almost feel his impending load sloshing within them. Then I felt his humongous rod swell. I looked down and could actually see his cum slit widen before a molten jet of cum flew out and drenched my face. Several more thick blasts followed and I felt more splatter my breasts with such force that they wobbled. While he soaked my bosom, I licked the delicious ambrosia from my face. I've never liked the taste of sperm, but this man's was heaven! I felt his cock penetrate my lips and he emptied the last of his load in my mouth. Even his dribble was almost too much for me. He pulled free and I gasped. My body still tingling and occasionally shuddering. I looked up through dreary eyes to see Jimmy standing before me, holding my naked daughter's fit body at his side. "What are you?" He asked, simply. "Your slut." I whispered through a throat ravaged by both a massive invader and many many screams of ecstasy. "Good girl." He said, and I felt a warmth spread through me. "Come on Sara. I think it's time I broke in your ass." She giggled like a school girl and hopped away. Despite my exhausted state I couldn't help but wish I could take her place.