Suspended Moments

Stephanie, The Lazy Town Slut, Chapter II - Bessie Does Sportacus

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Stephanie, The Lazy Town Slut, Chapter II - Bessie Does Sportacus

Chapter One of Stephanie, the Lazy Town Slut is here. It can be read independently.

Bessie stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and didn't like what she saw there; she never did like the unvarnished truth mirrors told her since she was a child. Her pudgy, apple cheeked face spoke of gluttonous habits and her fat body made her self-esteem plunge every time she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. It was as if her mother spoke to her through the damn reflection every day, telling her in that rough no nonsense voice- You are just like your father, fat , ugly and a slob; once a fat girl always a fat girl.

The growing web of tiny wrinkles could no longer be hidden even behind the best foundation creams. She was getting old and there was no going around the fact. How long could she use sex as leverage to keep men in her life?

She held back a sob and her fingers tightened over the porcelain sink she had scrubbed meticulously this morning. There wasn't a speck of dust on the sink and on the side she had put some fresh flowers to brighten her day.

But the mirror was her nemesis; whenever she looked at her reflection all she saw were reasons for people to hate her. God how she hated herself!

"Bessie, are you okay? You've been in there for quite some time. I think the cupcakes are done." Sportacus's muffled voice through the door and a gently knock galvanized Bessie into action.

She hung a damp towel on the mirror and replied in a cheerful voice "Coming Sporty. My cupcakes are the best in the town, you know."

Sportacus took a step back as Bessie opened the door and tried to maintain a happy face in front of Bessie. He knew it was a bad idea to follow the towns in famous gossiper to her house but he did have an itch to scratch and she was known to be a good reliever and yet his conscious pricked. He was supposed to be heading towards Stephanie's party, getting way laid like this was not correct but then again that was just a teen party but here he could have some real nasty adult fun.

Bessie sucked in her belly when she saw Sportacus standing a few meters away from her. His kind eyes invited a confession from her and she so wanted to spill her woes to someone who would never pass them on to anyone.

His smile widened and she saw him being transformed from a benevolent superhero to just another man.

She was wearing a tight black corset that made her curves spill out like the tops of some delicious cupcakes. Her legs were encased in torn netted stockings and she was wearing five inch high heels. She looked like a motherly dominatrix and Sportacus sure wanted to heat up her oven.

He grabbed her leather covered buttocks and wedged her thighs apart. Bessie squeaked as she felt his manhood boldly press against her. It seemed to be bigger than Robbie's. Could a superhero's dick be more powerful than that of a normal man? Could she ring such a magnificent dong successfully?

As Sportacus grinded himself against the town's hussy he smelt the mixture of the smell of fresh cup cakes and her arousal mingle together and drive him crazy.

He muttered against her ear "I rather eat your cupcakes first."

Bessie laughed and pushed him away "My cupcakes will burn. You have to wait a bit."

She walked into the kitchen, knowing that Sportacus was following her.

Her kitchen was a chef's dream. She had the latest cooking range, the top of the line refrigerator, expensive cooking ware and a round marble table smack dab in the middle of the room.

Sportacus stared at the table; it was better than the delicate Cedar low leveled table in the living room that had nudged against his knees and made him feel clumsy. He knew he couldn't have done Bessie on that table; it would have been like a Japanese businessman fucking a waitress on the low end table on bended knees.

The marble table in her kitchen was the right height. It came exactly till his crotch and he would take Bessie on it like a Man �an American man doing a voluptuous woman on a sturdy kitchen table.

Bessie bent down and opened the oven to take the cupcakes out and presented her ass for Sportacus to view. Giving it a slight wriggle she pulled out the cup cakes and spoke huskily to Sportacus "All done."

Sportacus grabbed her and threw her on the table and muttered "Not done at all."

Impatiently he unsnapped her corsets buttons and grabbed her breasts as they spilled out. They were big with tiny red veins crisscrossing across the vast expanse of creamy skin that was crowned by big red cherry colored nipples. Her breasts were big and pert.

He raised an eyebrow and stared into Bessie's eyes. She shrugged and grabbed his jumpsuit covered thickening bulge "I had some boob job done. Do you like it?"

"Do I like it?" he grabbed her right nipple and suckled at it hard and then nipped it.

Bessie gasped and felt the leather bite into her sensitized pussy. To hell with foreplay she wanted that demi-god hard and fast.

She whimpered like a cat "Take your jumper off and fuck me."

Sportacus grinned roguishly and began to peel the jumper off. It was like a snake's skin that peeled to show the true beauty that lay beneath.

Bessie gasped at his magnificent body. Robbie had a perfect body but Sporty was a demi-god, better than Brad Pitt and she wanted to worship him through the night. Her eyes traveled down from his perfect pecs to the well toned abs and gasped when she finally saw the sixteen inch phallus that proudly stated its intentions.

Her pussy reacted automatically and the walls of her clit instinctively became swollen. She mewed like a cat in heat and pulled his lower body towards her leather covered privates.

He pushed hard and the grind of the rough fabric against her sensitive pussy nearly made her come. She yanked off his jumpers, pulled off her corset, grabbed his penis and sank it into her eagerly waiting vagina.

Sportacus sucked a breath in as the dark, warm moist walls of her pussy closed in around his swollen phallus and made him bone her real good.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and closed her eyes. The pleasure she felt was like no other. It was as if her pussy was being expanded beyond its elasticity, the pain and pleasure of his humongous penetration was making her climax again and again.

Bessie went into a trance where there was only pleasure to be found. There were peaks that she climbed, higher and higher and then fell into the vortex of delights with cries of delight that she could not contain. As the orgasms hit her, she lost count and wished it would stop.

There was only so much she could take. She gasped "Stop�please I can't take it any more."

Sportacus laughed and pushed harder. Digging his nails into her ample tush he muttered "I'm going to have a fuck marathon with you Bessie. Your sturdy hips are made for my kind of pounding and I'm gonna make you come so good that all men would pale in comparison. Come on, you can take it a little more, can't you?"

Bessie stared up at Sportacus and saw a lust driven beast staring at her bouncing breasts as he fucked her. There was nothing congenial about him. He looked like a Viking god plundering his bounty. His lips were held back in a feral smile and he grunted like a bull.

Her pussy became wet as they coupled and Sportacus found himself gliding into her smoothly. Her liquid richly lubricate his penis. He, then, grabbed her and turned her to lie face down on the marble table and pushed into her tight arse hole.

Bessie felt the cool smoothness of the marble sting her hard nipples and his non consented invasion of her arse further excited her. She turned and stared at the god who took her doggie style.

Knives of delight pierced through her body and she began to grunt. "Gawd its so good" she moaned "Fuck me hard, yes, oh fucking yes�" she muttered again and again.

The sound and smell of their rutting made the aroma of the fresh cupcakes seem negligible. Musty, dank and sweaty their bodies melded into one as they climaxed together.

Sportacus pulled out in the nick of the time and sprayed all over her back. Thick white juice covered her smooth back and made her feel proud, proud that a superhero like Sportacus had found her desirable.

She turned and looked at the heaving god and said "I would have loved it if you came in my mouth."

Sportacus grinned and replied "I'm not finished yet and would love to take you up on the offer."

Bessie smiled in return and despite the starchy feeling on her back she went down on the godlike phallus that was nestled between two balls and a whole lot of soft dark hair.

"That's some fucking. I think I'm getting a stiffy; Stef, what about you?" Ziggy's voice increased Stephanie's guilt. They were voyeurs, peeping through the kitchen window at a couple having sex. Worse still Ziggy was taping it.

"We shouldn't be watching them making love let alone video tape it Ziggy." She hissed at her fat slob of a friend who was eagerly taping the coupling.

"Love making?" he snorted "they are fucking like farm animals. Man, they are hot, shit, Bessie is fucking hot."

"Stop it! Ziggy seriously it stopped being funny a long time ago." Stephanie pleaded but she couldn't get her eyes off Sportacus plundering Bessie from the back. It was so wrong. Her heart was breaking and yet there was something so sensual about the whole scenario. She was finally getting to watch the man she loved all her life at his most vulnerable moments.

"Ziggyyyy turn your video camera off". She hissed again.

"No!" he whispered back. "He has taken Bessie away from me. This will be my revenge against the great saint Sportacus."

"Huh?" Stephanie glared at Ziggy despite her wet panties.

He giggled like a school girl and looked kind of creepy to Stephanie

"I'm kidding. Ah! Lucky son of a bitch is getting a blow job."

Stephanie stared back at the couple and felt her body quiver with arousal

Sportacus was gently bucking against Bessie's mouth which was sucking his bull like dick with intense concentration.

"This is so fucking wrong Ziggy" Stephanie shook her head and bit her lip.

Sportacus was coming again and he flung his head back.

The world stopped. In the moment of climax Sportacus found himself staring into the eyes of Stephanie who was peeping through the kitchen window.

"What the fuck?" He shouted. For the first time in his life he had cussed. Shock rippled through his system. Stephanie and Ziggy were spying on them and Ziggy had a camera.

Sportacus moved away from Bessie, Stephanie and Ziggy ran away from the window and Bessie was left with a mouth full of cum in her mouth.

As Stephanie spread away in Ziggy's old car she wondered if she would ever be able to explain her voyeurism to Sportacus. She just might have lost his friendship for ever. Tears poured down her cheeks.

Ziggy's grabbed one of her clenched fists as he drove and said softly "I'm sorry babe. Some birthday this is turning out to be."