Prologue:
The fall of a young wife, who bored and lacking the company of an absentee husband falls under the influence of pervert master.
Chapter 1
The sign had said, “Garage Sale". She jumped from the black pickup in a bubbly effervescent way, barely containing her excitement. "It was just perfect for the spot in the living room," she thought. She glanced at the older man standing watching her and smiled. His eyes bored into her, they were a startling green and intense. Then slowly, and very deliberately, almost so she would notice, he dropped his gaze to the two massive globes of flesh that wobbled and swayed inside the white tank top she wore. The ends of his mouth rose a bit more as his flickered back to hers after having caressed her enormous breasts.
She was used to men looking at her breasts, but he was so deliberate, so open, she knew he was trying to visualize them naked, as well as the size and color of the aureoles that capped them. Normally she ignored it, but there was something different. She found herself tensing her back muscles and actually pushing the firm globes outward, to accentuate their fullness. If he wanted a show, she'd give him one. She bounded over to the wrought iron rocker, with no self-consciousness of the lascivious display she presented as she did so.
The young wife bounded back over to the man and he watched smiling at her as her huge mammaries swung across her chest and then up and down like twin lanterns in the hands of a drunken signalman. The fabric harness of her top was barely able to withstand the velocity and mass induced forces of those two raging juggs.
"How much for the rocker," She asked in a giddy voice. She could feel his eyes crawling over her. It was so deliciously decadent.
"Fifty bucks" He replied, his eyes dropping from her to gaze down into her cavernous cleavage. She almost shivered, her lips quivering. She could feel the thick pegs of her fat nipples snap to attention, and hoped that her response wasn't obvious to the older man.
"I'll take it," she said in a faint voice, wilting under his brazen gaze. "I saw it and told my husband I just had to have it."
He smiled, letting his eyes be drawn back to the chasm between the rounded inner swells of the young woman's twin udders. Yes, he did see the thick stubs of two sizable nipples suddenly tent the thin fabric snapping to attention under his unrelenting gaze.
"Come on, Hon, the fish aren't going to wait all day," said a voice from the cab of the truck. The pretty young woman turned and bounded to the driver's door. The older man made out the firm curves of two prominent buttocks through the clingy fabric of her thin cotton gym shorts. The fabric had crept up into the deep cleft between her ample buttocks, exposing the long length of muscular thighs.She walked quickly back toward the waiting man. She smiled at him, her eyes locking his. He noticed her shoulders pull back a bit, adjusting her posture, thrusting out the proud curves of her enormous breasts.
"Here you go, all for you," she said. Her face suddenly turned crimson as she realized what it sounded like. She quickly handed over the cash, and then bent to lift the rocker. The older man waited a second or two, enjoying the view as the twin flesh bags of her breasts settled heavily in her top, hanging low from her chest. His eyes lifted from the cavern between the two hanging melons to her face," he smiled again.
"Here, let me give you a hand. Someone a little as you shouldn't have to carry such a heavy load." The red of her cheeks deepened. The double meaning of his words was obvious. She was into the game now, too far to stop.
"That's nice to know if I ever need help when my husband isn't around, she said coyly feeling the hot flash of the forbidden words.
"He’s a fireman, you know and is gone a lot." He felt the firm cushion of one breast rub down the length of his arm. His eyes met hers and she looked down.
"We were on the way to the beach," she volunteered breaking the silence. She moved a couple of fishing rods as if producing evidence that what she said were true. "We only live down the street, this was so lucky," she said quietly. "My husband does a lot of fishing when he’s not at the firehouse."
He made a mental note of the make and model of the truck, watching the truck drive away. His eyes followed it noting of the house it pulled up to. A few minutes later the truck drove back by, her pale face looking out the passenger window, her eyes meeting his.Her head swam, and she was lost in thought not hearing the banter coming from her husband about their fishing trip. The thought of the man's eyes and the brazen way he had looked at her. She felt the familiar tingling in her crotch and squirmed in her seat as the sweet sensation grew.She didn't know why she was so taken with him; he was almost old enough to be her father. He was a bit taller than her husband, with thinning gray hair and a gray van dyke. When he smiled it touched the corners of his eyes. His broad shoulders and heavily muscled arms screamed masculinity. Something her slight somewhat geeky husband sorely lacked. She sighed as they got on the freeway and headed south toward the gulf coast. She turned toward her husband feeling the wetness in her crotch and tried to push the image of the man from her mind.It was nearly a month before their paths crossed again. The man had done his homework, searching the internet finding everything there was to know about young Mrs. Williams.
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The water was deliciously hot against her skin. The shower beat against her long neck and chest. Its warmth caressed her thick nipples as it cascaded down the round curves of her proud breasts. Hot water dripped from the long thick crenellated caps. The big dusky cigar thick teats stood out from the big mounds high on her chest. She was young, so gravity had not yet done its work. The big heavy mounds still thrust up and out, with only a hint of sag creating a slight fold close to the lower curve, the belly of the big orbs thrust out and up in an arrogant denial of the laws of physics.
She rubbed the scented lather around the big smooth orbs with her small hands and shivered with the sensation. Sparks seemed to radiate from the center of the twin masses then coalesce at the sensitive tips drawing the big rough circles of her aureoles into dark tight puckers.As a 12-year old she had been mortified by her developing breasts and her mother had been disgusted by the thick nipples she developed. The sensitive protuberances were irrepressible. They even made their presence known through a padded bra. Her mother had been so obsessed with them she had eventually made her place duct tape over them. The prude had been convinced that the sight of them sticking through her clothing would only incite the boys she knew to try things. They did too. She bit her lip and shivered as she remembered the clumsy groping in the back of the bus as she let, well acquiesced really, and sat as the boys would put their hands up and down her blouse to feel her up. She like the way their hands felt on her big tits. She didn't really know what was going on, only that if felt good.
She remembered the staring eyes of the driver that one day. Then how he had asked her to stay on the bus after all the other kids had gotten off. She shook her head as if to purge it of the memories of what happened next. The big rough hands, his hot mouth on her nipples, the roughness of his whiskers against the smooth skin of her chest. He just kept saying what a bad little girl she was when his mouth wasn't full of her tender breast flesh. She remembered the hickies on her breasts and tender her nipples had been for days afterwards.
She almost groaned aloud at the memory. He had only sucked on them and felt her up, then let her go. She never saw him again. There were rumors and talk about him getting arrested for something, but she had never seen him again.
She always like the way men manhandled her tits, it was her biggest turn-on. Well, her husband of two years certainly wasn't preoccupied with them. Of all the men she dated, he turned out to be the one least interested in her tits. Go figure. Maybe it was that fact that had attracted her to him.
She picked up the slippery bar of scented soap and lathered up hand then applied it to her pubes. She had never had much in the way of pubic hair, and it had always been fine. Her grandma ma had been part Native American maybe that was it. Her dark hair was fine and sparse. She picked up the razor in the wall holder and thrust out her hips so she could see her mons. Gingerly, mostly by touch she shaved away what little hair fringed her mons and lined her labia.
"There! As smooth as a little girl!" she said. A tingle ran through her at the sound of the words. She pressed her fingers against the sensitive nubbin of her clit trapping it between two fingers. She closed her eyes and as the water cascaded down her thighs she masturbated herself. Visions of the older man down the street were spinning around her head. She heard him saying to the top of her bobbing head, "You are such a bad little girl."
The young woman had just stepped from the shower and was toweling off when she heard the knock on the door. She glanced out between the curtains of the bedroom and could see the man standing by the door. She could hardly breathe as she stepped back from the window. A mixture of panic and excitement washed over her and the hands holding the towel around her began to shake.
She heard another series of insistent knocks at the door and her feet began to carry her to the front of the house even as her mind filled with indecision. She grasped the doorknob with her right hand and paused. Somewhere deep inside she sensed that if she opened the door her life would change irrevocably. Her hand shook with apprehension and dread even as a delicious tide of excitement rose within her. It rose bubbling and gurgling from the deep dark well of obscene thoughts and wishes that dwells within everyone. Some are better able to resist their sirens call.
The young woman was no match for the self-destructive demons put in place years ago. The black tide of filthy desire rose, drowning good sense and propriety, washing away all sense of faithfulness and commitment. A voice inside her said it was okay, she would only talk to him to see what he wanted. She knew it was a lie, but let it seduce her anyway. Her small sweating hand turned the knob even as the blood roared in her ears.
He had been watching the young woman's house since their encounter. He knew her comings and goings, taking note of when her husband's truck was and wasn't there. The distinctive black pickup wasn't hard to miss. He had noticed a pattern and when he hadn't seen the truck for several days, but had seen her silver sedan come and go with its normal regularity, he figured it was time to make the first move. After she arrived home from work, he gave her a few minutes to either unwind or as he'd hoped, begin her normal routine of settling in for the evening. He rubbed the stubble on his chin and smiled inwardly. "Good," he thought, she must be in the middle of something.
This one would be a treasure. He just hoped he didn't tire of her too quickly. Growing impatient her ran a strong hand through his short graying hair. Beneath the white golf shirt muscles bunched in his shoulders and back with the effort. He raised a thick arm and rapped on the door even harder this time, as if to say "Open the door you stupid bitch!" Mrs. Williams and her husband should do a better job disposing of their personal mail. There was information out there just for the pickings.
His mind wandered to things he hoped to accomplish over the next few days. Then as if in answer to some obscene prayer, he heard the knob turn. Slowly the door opened and the eyes of the pretty young woman peeked out from around the edge.She hesitated for an instance, transfixed by his eyes. Then without a word she stepped back and opened the door. Clad only in her towel, hair damp from the shower, she stood there like an offering. The big man stepped into the house and closed the door.
Descent of the young wife
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Exceptionally well done. A literate and erotic beginning that has my imagination working overtime. I'll be looking forward to more of the story as it unfolds. Thanks for your excellent work.
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Chapter 2 :
"I just dropped by to see if you might need any help with anything," he'd said. His eyes had dropped to the towel wrapped tightly around her, and beneath which her big breasts had been struggling to get free. Her impulse was to retreat from his brazen gaze, but instead she had opened the door just wide enough that she could thrust her big tingling breasts into the gap. The door and frame confined the big quivering shelf that hung like teardrops from her chest.
"I didn't know you were busy. I can come back another time," he'd said in an even baritone.
"No, please! Come in," she'd said, trailing off embarrassed by the needy pleading tone in her voice she had heard. She'd stepped back from the doorway; her bare feet had made no sound on the carpeted floor of the entryway. She'd brushed strands of her wet hair away from her cheek as she had backed up letting him enter the house. He'd turned his broad back and pushed the door closed.
Her heart had began to pound as she heard the metallic click as the dead bold threw into place. "I guess your husband won't be home for a while," she remembered him saying. He turned to face her.
She had been like a flower under the desert sun, pulling in on herself as she wilted under his probing stare.
"He...he had to go out of town and won't be back till Saturday night" she'd lied clutching at the front of the towel.
"A pretty young thing shouldn't be left alone for as long as all that," he had said in a demanding no nonsense way as he had closed the distance between them. He'd smiled. "It isn't a good idea to inviting strange men into your house when your husband is away either," he'd said stopping in front of her. He had been so close she could feel his warm breath on the wet skin of her shoulder. He'd raised a big hand and stroked the left side of her let hair.
"But you and I, we're not quite strangers are we?" she remembered his saying in almost a whisper. The sound of his words had made her shiver. She'd raised her eyes to his and then closed them as if giving him permission. She had tilted her head back to receive his caress.
"We both know a good girl would never ask a stranger in with her Daddy away. Especially half naked," he had said with a chuckle.“Only a bad girl would do that. Are you a bad girl?” His eyes had burned into hers. “Are you one of those bad little baby girls?”
“No…I…” Her answer and been a whisper. She had been confused and embarrassed by his words.
He'd run a finger up under her chin lifting her fallen gaze to his.
She had trembled at his touch and felt a sick feeling between her thighs. God, no, she had told herself, you are married!
She remembered his words vividly. “Are you one of those bad little girls…one of those nasty little sluts who does bad things when they think no one is looking?” He had trailed his finger down her naked arm.
She felt he knew her. She felt he knew what she wanted and what she needed.Her self-assurance lay in tatters at her feet. What little self-respect she had left after she had opened the door lay in pieces around her and had been ground beneath his booted feet.
She blinked her eyes. How did she get to here, to where she was willingly sucking on a stranger's delicious cock?She had stood rooted in place as he pulled her hand from where she clasped the front of her towel protectively. "Now, let's see what we're hiding from Daddy," he'd said he slowly pulled the tucked edge of the towel free. The memory seared through her. It made her cunt throb and her naked breasts tingle at the shameful memory.
She had done nothing. Her arms had dropped to her sides like nerveless things at the sound of his filthy words. She had been powerless to stop what he had done. She'd let the stranger do as he would. She made a sudden move to grasp, but it was only to grasp her bottom lip between her teeth. He had pulled the towel free and let it drop to the floor. She had stood there naked before him, damp, naked and trembling as his eyes had roamed over her bare form.
The young wife had stood there like a statue, her dark hair matted to her head from her recent shower. Her full lips had trembled; her brown eyes wide. Smooth shoulders wide and strong gleamed in the light from the evening sun.
The woman's big heavy breasts hung from her chest forming two outthrust-rounded mounds. Her belly merged into the slight hairless rise of her mons, then dipped to form the twin folds of her labia.
"My, god baby, you look better than Daddy ever imagined," he had said.
The words took her breath away. "Big titties have always been Daddy's favorite, but you knew that didn't you?" he'd chuckled. His words were strumming every sick little fantasy and desire that she ever denied existed inside her.
"You dirty little girls, always knew that. That's why you'd like to show them off and let the boys play with them; let them feel you up. Right?" His words had scalded her.He raised a big hand and cupped her heavy left breast. He ran his thumb over her fat sensitive nipple.She had desperately tried to stifle a moan as her thick nipples snapped to attention, puckering her fat aureoles into dusky disks. He'd continued to strum a blunt thumb over the thick protruding peg of flesh as he squeezed the heavy orb appreciating its firmness and weight.
"You like that don't you. You like a strange pair of hands on those big cans of yours don't you. Baby girl?" She remembered the words. She never answered him. She didn't need to. He had cut her to her very soul laying bare all the filthy sick desires that had been planted in her as a young girl by the obscene depredations of a depraved stepfather.
"Well? Don't you?" he'd said, squeezing the big melon hard in his grasp.
But she had answered him. She remembered and it still shamed and excited her. "D-don't make m-me say it...please." She had whimpered on the verge of crying, trying to save what little self-respect that remained.
He had not relented, had not stopped. His voice said he only wanted to help. "Baby, its' all right. You can tell your Daddy. If you tell him, if you do, he'll forgive you for being a bad girl. He'll let you have what you want," he snickered, leaning forward and capturing the luscious protuberance of swollen flesh between his lips.
"A-h-h-h, g-g-gawd," she'd moaned as he'd began to gobble and suck the sensitive tip of her enormous breast.
His other hand had raised to cup and squeeze at her right breast as it swayed ponderously from her narrow chest. The pretty young wife couldn't have helped herself; she'd felt the flood of excitement lap at the boundary of what she knew was wrong. Only a few minutes ago, that boundary between right and wrong had been inundated by a tide of lust and had silenced the sounds of conscience in her pretty head. She had pushed her torso into him, forcing more of her luscious breast into his face. Shivers of delight had dueled with self-loathing as right fought a losing battle with wrong on the creamy white battlefield of her bosom. Her pretty ears had reveled in the obscenities he whispered to her. She wallowed in them, letting him slather the sick thoughts of incest over her like a narcotic balm.
"Make Daddy happy...let Daddy do what he wants to do...let Daddy's bad girl come out to play." She'd felt the words turn her smooth white skin to goose flesh, drawing her long thick nipples to hard knobs even within the older man's hot sucking mouth.
'Yeah, baby, Daddy's little girl makes him so hard," he had said only lifting his gray head from her well-sucked nipple moments before. "Here, feel what you do to Daddy," he'd said. Then he forced her hand to grope the tube of meaty hardness beneath his tented pants.
Only a minute before the young faithless wife had moaned as she ran her hand along the rigid thickness of gristle. Her little fingers had mapped out the length and breadth of the throbbing instrument, as the older man began to maul her other breast with his mouth. As he did he dropped his right hand down to the gap between her trembling thighs and slid two fingers to the mouth of her drooling sex.
What she had allowed to happen was so wrong. Her husband deserved better, but she just couldn't help herself. Thoughts of guilt or regret were swept away as the Gray Man's experienced fingers found the engorged nub of her clitoris and massaged it with an oozing dollop of her own viscous slime.
"I just dropped by to see if you might need any help with anything," he'd said. His eyes had dropped to the towel wrapped tightly around her, and beneath which her big breasts had been struggling to get free. Her impulse was to retreat from his brazen gaze, but instead she had opened the door just wide enough that she could thrust her big tingling breasts into the gap. The door and frame confined the big quivering shelf that hung like teardrops from her chest.
"I didn't know you were busy. I can come back another time," he'd said in an even baritone.
"No, please! Come in," she'd said, trailing off embarrassed by the needy pleading tone in her voice she had heard. She'd stepped back from the doorway; her bare feet had made no sound on the carpeted floor of the entryway. She'd brushed strands of her wet hair away from her cheek as she had backed up letting him enter the house. He'd turned his broad back and pushed the door closed.
Her heart had began to pound as she heard the metallic click as the dead bold threw into place. "I guess your husband won't be home for a while," she remembered him saying. He turned to face her.
She had been like a flower under the desert sun, pulling in on herself as she wilted under his probing stare.
"He...he had to go out of town and won't be back till Saturday night" she'd lied clutching at the front of the towel.
"A pretty young thing shouldn't be left alone for as long as all that," he had said in a demanding no nonsense way as he had closed the distance between them. He'd smiled. "It isn't a good idea to inviting strange men into your house when your husband is away either," he'd said stopping in front of her. He had been so close she could feel his warm breath on the wet skin of her shoulder. He'd raised a big hand and stroked the left side of her let hair.
"But you and I, we're not quite strangers are we?" she remembered his saying in almost a whisper. The sound of his words had made her shiver. She'd raised her eyes to his and then closed them as if giving him permission. She had tilted her head back to receive his caress.
"We both know a good girl would never ask a stranger in with her Daddy away. Especially half naked," he had said with a chuckle.“Only a bad girl would do that. Are you a bad girl?” His eyes had burned into hers. “Are you one of those bad little baby girls?”
“No…I…” Her answer and been a whisper. She had been confused and embarrassed by his words.
He'd run a finger up under her chin lifting her fallen gaze to his.
She had trembled at his touch and felt a sick feeling between her thighs. God, no, she had told herself, you are married!
She remembered his words vividly. “Are you one of those bad little girls…one of those nasty little sluts who does bad things when they think no one is looking?” He had trailed his finger down her naked arm.
She felt he knew her. She felt he knew what she wanted and what she needed.Her self-assurance lay in tatters at her feet. What little self-respect she had left after she had opened the door lay in pieces around her and had been ground beneath his booted feet.
She blinked her eyes. How did she get to here, to where she was willingly sucking on a stranger's delicious cock?She had stood rooted in place as he pulled her hand from where she clasped the front of her towel protectively. "Now, let's see what we're hiding from Daddy," he'd said he slowly pulled the tucked edge of the towel free. The memory seared through her. It made her cunt throb and her naked breasts tingle at the shameful memory.
She had done nothing. Her arms had dropped to her sides like nerveless things at the sound of his filthy words. She had been powerless to stop what he had done. She'd let the stranger do as he would. She made a sudden move to grasp, but it was only to grasp her bottom lip between her teeth. He had pulled the towel free and let it drop to the floor. She had stood there naked before him, damp, naked and trembling as his eyes had roamed over her bare form.
The young wife had stood there like a statue, her dark hair matted to her head from her recent shower. Her full lips had trembled; her brown eyes wide. Smooth shoulders wide and strong gleamed in the light from the evening sun.
The woman's big heavy breasts hung from her chest forming two outthrust-rounded mounds. Her belly merged into the slight hairless rise of her mons, then dipped to form the twin folds of her labia.
"My, god baby, you look better than Daddy ever imagined," he had said.
The words took her breath away. "Big titties have always been Daddy's favorite, but you knew that didn't you?" he'd chuckled. His words were strumming every sick little fantasy and desire that she ever denied existed inside her.
"You dirty little girls, always knew that. That's why you'd like to show them off and let the boys play with them; let them feel you up. Right?" His words had scalded her.He raised a big hand and cupped her heavy left breast. He ran his thumb over her fat sensitive nipple.She had desperately tried to stifle a moan as her thick nipples snapped to attention, puckering her fat aureoles into dusky disks. He'd continued to strum a blunt thumb over the thick protruding peg of flesh as he squeezed the heavy orb appreciating its firmness and weight.
"You like that don't you. You like a strange pair of hands on those big cans of yours don't you. Baby girl?" She remembered the words. She never answered him. She didn't need to. He had cut her to her very soul laying bare all the filthy sick desires that had been planted in her as a young girl by the obscene depredations of a depraved stepfather.
"Well? Don't you?" he'd said, squeezing the big melon hard in his grasp.
But she had answered him. She remembered and it still shamed and excited her. "D-don't make m-me say it...please." She had whimpered on the verge of crying, trying to save what little self-respect that remained.
He had not relented, had not stopped. His voice said he only wanted to help. "Baby, its' all right. You can tell your Daddy. If you tell him, if you do, he'll forgive you for being a bad girl. He'll let you have what you want," he snickered, leaning forward and capturing the luscious protuberance of swollen flesh between his lips.
"A-h-h-h, g-g-gawd," she'd moaned as he'd began to gobble and suck the sensitive tip of her enormous breast.
His other hand had raised to cup and squeeze at her right breast as it swayed ponderously from her narrow chest. The pretty young wife couldn't have helped herself; she'd felt the flood of excitement lap at the boundary of what she knew was wrong. Only a few minutes ago, that boundary between right and wrong had been inundated by a tide of lust and had silenced the sounds of conscience in her pretty head. She had pushed her torso into him, forcing more of her luscious breast into his face. Shivers of delight had dueled with self-loathing as right fought a losing battle with wrong on the creamy white battlefield of her bosom. Her pretty ears had reveled in the obscenities he whispered to her. She wallowed in them, letting him slather the sick thoughts of incest over her like a narcotic balm.
"Make Daddy happy...let Daddy do what he wants to do...let Daddy's bad girl come out to play." She'd felt the words turn her smooth white skin to goose flesh, drawing her long thick nipples to hard knobs even within the older man's hot sucking mouth.
'Yeah, baby, Daddy's little girl makes him so hard," he had said only lifting his gray head from her well-sucked nipple moments before. "Here, feel what you do to Daddy," he'd said. Then he forced her hand to grope the tube of meaty hardness beneath his tented pants.
Only a minute before the young faithless wife had moaned as she ran her hand along the rigid thickness of gristle. Her little fingers had mapped out the length and breadth of the throbbing instrument, as the older man began to maul her other breast with his mouth. As he did he dropped his right hand down to the gap between her trembling thighs and slid two fingers to the mouth of her drooling sex.
What she had allowed to happen was so wrong. Her husband deserved better, but she just couldn't help herself. Thoughts of guilt or regret were swept away as the Gray Man's experienced fingers found the engorged nub of her clitoris and massaged it with an oozing dollop of her own viscous slime.
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Great two chapters can"t wait for more of the story.
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Such a hot story line so far! Please continue.
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Chapter 3:
"You like that, don't you Baby Girl?" he'd whispered to her as she clutched at him for support, mashing the sensitive mounds of her ponderous breasts into the rough fabric of his shirt.
"U-h-h-h-h-h! N-n-n-o-o-o..." she'd moaned as his thick middle finger slipped easily inside the mouth of of her cheap cunt. The faithless young wife's face had colored as her hips rolled forward offering up her dripping groove to the stranger's probing fingers.
It had been a lie, all a lie. She'd clutched at him and bit her lip as she felt the first wave of her orgasm sweep over her, carrying away all her willpower, decency and self-respect.
"I want you to suck my dick," she heard him say in her ear. "I want you to make it nice and wet for your tight cunt."
She felt the pressure on her shoulder and allowed him to push her down in front of him. His wet fingers slipped from her as she fell to her knees slavishly before him. Without being told her hands rose to the tented front of his trousers and unfastened his belt and zipper. Beside herself with excitement she'd fumbled at his pants tugging them down.
"Oh, my," she recalled whispering as his meaty cock unfettered. The pulsing bough slapped her cheek, leaving a smear of clear fluid from where the tip of the leaking foreskin drew across. Her hands flew to the swollen staff and began to stroke and tug at it. She cupped and coddled his hanging balls like they were precious jewels to be worshipped.
"God damn, Baby Girl," he muttered as she lost herself to fondling his tool.
The pretty wife marveled at how rigid and hard it was.The base of his meaty cock and his big scrotum were shaved of hair. Impatient he reached down and clutched her by the hair and forced her pretty face down to his hanging balls. "A-a-a-w-w-w-w, M-m-m-m-m," she whimpered he pulled her face in to the soft hairless skin of his scrotum. Her hand continued to pump up and down on the upwardly arched dick.
"Suck," was all he said as he pulled her full lips against the weeping tip, mashing the spongy head against the line of perfectly straight teeth.
"H-m-m-m-m-m," she moaned as she began to pull and suck at the delicious juicy stem.
She felt him push her head back and her mind leapt back to the present. She let out a frustrated whimper filling her mouth. His strong hands pushed her away and turned her.
“I don’t want to blow my first load in your pretty mouth, Baby Girl. I want to try that pretty little pussy first,” he chuckled. He turned her roughly and pushed her forward on her knees. He knelt behind her, his pants still bunched. His hands pushed her down, her buttocks raised obscenely in the air. He grinned. He shook his head. “Yeah, nothing like the rich musky smell of young wet cunt just begging to be fucked. This one was really in season. Like a bitch in heat.”
He looked down at her she had pulled her arms up under her, her cheek resting on her hands laying palms down on the floor. The muscular columns of her legs held her firm buttocks up at his cock level, his erect cock just inches from the slit of her very married cunt. He chuckled. They were all the same. Give them a taste of what they want and they’ll do anything to fill that gaping hole between their legs. She wanted it and was just kneeling there waiting for him to give it to her. He reached up and laid his hands on the big smooth globes of her ass. She didn’t even jump. Her hips waggled from side to side in invitation, as if to encourage him. Without a word her dipped his head to the cunt and ran his tongue up the length.
“O-o-o-o-o-o-h,” she groaned as his tongue ran
“Yeah, it tasted just as sweet as he imagined it would,” he thought to himself.
He worked his lips down, his tongue lashing at the slick flesh.Working down lower he found her clitoris swollen and engorged. He caught it between his teeth and pulled at it. Two fingers appeared between her thighs and spread the wet flesh to help him.
“Right here,” she said, looking back at him without raising her head.
“Oh-h-h, god,” she groaned as the impacts hit her.
Before she could protest, she felt his strong hands on her hips pulling her to him as his hips thrust the hard cock into her cunt.
“I bet your sweet hubbie doesn’t stick it to the way I am. Does he?” he said leaning over her back forcing her back down.
“O-o-o-o-o-o-o-h,” she wailed as he pulled her hands to the small her back and clutched them wrist over wrist with one big hand.
The big man drove his cock into her upturned bottom with hard rhythmic strokes, feeling her wetness increase.He was learning her buttons, sure as shit. Yeah she liked to be forced. Most cunts did. They wouldn’t admit it, but it gave them a way to escape accountability. If you forced them to suck you, they could tell their conscience they didn’t enjoy it. Even as they squirmed around like a live pig on a skewer, spreading their thighs just begging to be fingered as they sucked you. The more you dominated it over them, the better they liked it.
”Baby Girl." God she thought she would be sick the first time she heard them pass his lips, but it seemed so nice now. Somehow, so right.
Her conscience rebelled at this lowest of insults.That’s what the boys on the football team used to call her, and the coaches. Baby Girl. She guessed it was because she looked so young but had the over ripe body of a woman. They teased her and finally that one night at the post game party, some of them had groped her, all the while calling her Baby Girl.
Well, that’s what she’d convinced herself happened. The truth was she had been too drunk on beer to know what happened. She just remembered the senior coach had rescued her from the clutching hands of the team members and had driven her home. Baby Girl. He’d called her that too. She just remembered him putting her in the back seat for the ride home. His Baby Girl. That’s what he’d kept saying as he rocked her to sleep. Holding her face and whispering to her that she was his Baby Girl.
She felt herself rocking, her dreamy memories made it real. Rocking, feeling safe, wanted. His Baby Girl.
“Baby Girl, tell Daddy, what you like…” he said as he thrust deeply into her. “Tell Daddy what you want him to do.”
She couldn’t think; she could only feel the squeezing hand at her boobs and the thick and long cock fucking in and out of her cunt.
“What did she want him to do?” Daddy asked
She groaned as the words, the degenerate words leaked from her mouth. “Fuck…fuck, me,” she said. Lust was her disease and would just as assuredly be her downfall.
“Tell Daddy what else you want,” he prompted her, punching his cock into wet pussy.
She groaned and shook her head, not willing to utter any more foul damning words.The older man’s finger pulled at the young woman’s thick nipples.
“F-f-inger my ass” she whimpered.
“Stick them in my ass”
She moaned ashamed of the words she could barely bring herself to whisper.“Heh, Heh! So Baby Girl likes to have her ass fucked,” he laughed, even as he abandoned her breasts. He dipped his hand into between her buttocks.“You’ll like this Baby Girl,” he said as his thumb began to force its way into the resisting asshole opening.
“Tight, damn!”
“It’s nasty, isn’t it Baby Girl? I bet your Daddy spanked you for messing your panties when you were a little girl, didn’t he?”
“N-o-o-o-o-o…”
She moaned as his filthy words stroked the sick excitement raging within her.She shook her buttocks in a gesture; not sure whether she was trying to relieve the pain from her double plugged holes or inviting him to fuck her further.He was right; he had found a secret hidden button. Spankings at her father’s hand had always gotten her excited. His rough calloused hand on her bare bottom…! She pushed the perverse thought away, and concentrated on the moment.
She felt the older man’s curved dick filling her poor married pussy. God, it was so nasty, but the sensation of his finger in her ass…it was too much.Bright lights exploded in her eyes as a filthy climax caught her.
“U-h-h-h-h-h-h-h…n-o-o-o-o-o!”
She ground her enormous breasts into the cool floor trying to put out the sensation. It was just too awful, too wrong.She thrust a free hand back between her thighs, her desperate fingers finding the wet of her clitoris. She pulled at it trying to prolong the debauchery that pulsed through her.
“You filthy whore,” she chastised herself. “What of your husband? He loves you and would do anything for you.”
"You like that, don't you Baby Girl?" he'd whispered to her as she clutched at him for support, mashing the sensitive mounds of her ponderous breasts into the rough fabric of his shirt.
"U-h-h-h-h-h! N-n-n-o-o-o..." she'd moaned as his thick middle finger slipped easily inside the mouth of of her cheap cunt. The faithless young wife's face had colored as her hips rolled forward offering up her dripping groove to the stranger's probing fingers.
It had been a lie, all a lie. She'd clutched at him and bit her lip as she felt the first wave of her orgasm sweep over her, carrying away all her willpower, decency and self-respect.
"I want you to suck my dick," she heard him say in her ear. "I want you to make it nice and wet for your tight cunt."
She felt the pressure on her shoulder and allowed him to push her down in front of him. His wet fingers slipped from her as she fell to her knees slavishly before him. Without being told her hands rose to the tented front of his trousers and unfastened his belt and zipper. Beside herself with excitement she'd fumbled at his pants tugging them down.
"Oh, my," she recalled whispering as his meaty cock unfettered. The pulsing bough slapped her cheek, leaving a smear of clear fluid from where the tip of the leaking foreskin drew across. Her hands flew to the swollen staff and began to stroke and tug at it. She cupped and coddled his hanging balls like they were precious jewels to be worshipped.
"God damn, Baby Girl," he muttered as she lost herself to fondling his tool.
The pretty wife marveled at how rigid and hard it was.The base of his meaty cock and his big scrotum were shaved of hair. Impatient he reached down and clutched her by the hair and forced her pretty face down to his hanging balls. "A-a-a-w-w-w-w, M-m-m-m-m," she whimpered he pulled her face in to the soft hairless skin of his scrotum. Her hand continued to pump up and down on the upwardly arched dick.
"Suck," was all he said as he pulled her full lips against the weeping tip, mashing the spongy head against the line of perfectly straight teeth.
"H-m-m-m-m-m," she moaned as she began to pull and suck at the delicious juicy stem.
She felt him push her head back and her mind leapt back to the present. She let out a frustrated whimper filling her mouth. His strong hands pushed her away and turned her.
“I don’t want to blow my first load in your pretty mouth, Baby Girl. I want to try that pretty little pussy first,” he chuckled. He turned her roughly and pushed her forward on her knees. He knelt behind her, his pants still bunched. His hands pushed her down, her buttocks raised obscenely in the air. He grinned. He shook his head. “Yeah, nothing like the rich musky smell of young wet cunt just begging to be fucked. This one was really in season. Like a bitch in heat.”
He looked down at her she had pulled her arms up under her, her cheek resting on her hands laying palms down on the floor. The muscular columns of her legs held her firm buttocks up at his cock level, his erect cock just inches from the slit of her very married cunt. He chuckled. They were all the same. Give them a taste of what they want and they’ll do anything to fill that gaping hole between their legs. She wanted it and was just kneeling there waiting for him to give it to her. He reached up and laid his hands on the big smooth globes of her ass. She didn’t even jump. Her hips waggled from side to side in invitation, as if to encourage him. Without a word her dipped his head to the cunt and ran his tongue up the length.
“O-o-o-o-o-o-h,” she groaned as his tongue ran
“Yeah, it tasted just as sweet as he imagined it would,” he thought to himself.
He worked his lips down, his tongue lashing at the slick flesh.Working down lower he found her clitoris swollen and engorged. He caught it between his teeth and pulled at it. Two fingers appeared between her thighs and spread the wet flesh to help him.
“Right here,” she said, looking back at him without raising her head.
“Oh-h-h, god,” she groaned as the impacts hit her.
Before she could protest, she felt his strong hands on her hips pulling her to him as his hips thrust the hard cock into her cunt.
“I bet your sweet hubbie doesn’t stick it to the way I am. Does he?” he said leaning over her back forcing her back down.
“O-o-o-o-o-o-o-h,” she wailed as he pulled her hands to the small her back and clutched them wrist over wrist with one big hand.
The big man drove his cock into her upturned bottom with hard rhythmic strokes, feeling her wetness increase.He was learning her buttons, sure as shit. Yeah she liked to be forced. Most cunts did. They wouldn’t admit it, but it gave them a way to escape accountability. If you forced them to suck you, they could tell their conscience they didn’t enjoy it. Even as they squirmed around like a live pig on a skewer, spreading their thighs just begging to be fingered as they sucked you. The more you dominated it over them, the better they liked it.
”Baby Girl." God she thought she would be sick the first time she heard them pass his lips, but it seemed so nice now. Somehow, so right.
Her conscience rebelled at this lowest of insults.That’s what the boys on the football team used to call her, and the coaches. Baby Girl. She guessed it was because she looked so young but had the over ripe body of a woman. They teased her and finally that one night at the post game party, some of them had groped her, all the while calling her Baby Girl.
Well, that’s what she’d convinced herself happened. The truth was she had been too drunk on beer to know what happened. She just remembered the senior coach had rescued her from the clutching hands of the team members and had driven her home. Baby Girl. He’d called her that too. She just remembered him putting her in the back seat for the ride home. His Baby Girl. That’s what he’d kept saying as he rocked her to sleep. Holding her face and whispering to her that she was his Baby Girl.
She felt herself rocking, her dreamy memories made it real. Rocking, feeling safe, wanted. His Baby Girl.
“Baby Girl, tell Daddy, what you like…” he said as he thrust deeply into her. “Tell Daddy what you want him to do.”
She couldn’t think; she could only feel the squeezing hand at her boobs and the thick and long cock fucking in and out of her cunt.
“What did she want him to do?” Daddy asked
She groaned as the words, the degenerate words leaked from her mouth. “Fuck…fuck, me,” she said. Lust was her disease and would just as assuredly be her downfall.
“Tell Daddy what else you want,” he prompted her, punching his cock into wet pussy.
She groaned and shook her head, not willing to utter any more foul damning words.The older man’s finger pulled at the young woman’s thick nipples.
“F-f-inger my ass” she whimpered.
“Stick them in my ass”
She moaned ashamed of the words she could barely bring herself to whisper.“Heh, Heh! So Baby Girl likes to have her ass fucked,” he laughed, even as he abandoned her breasts. He dipped his hand into between her buttocks.“You’ll like this Baby Girl,” he said as his thumb began to force its way into the resisting asshole opening.
“Tight, damn!”
“It’s nasty, isn’t it Baby Girl? I bet your Daddy spanked you for messing your panties when you were a little girl, didn’t he?”
“N-o-o-o-o-o…”
She moaned as his filthy words stroked the sick excitement raging within her.She shook her buttocks in a gesture; not sure whether she was trying to relieve the pain from her double plugged holes or inviting him to fuck her further.He was right; he had found a secret hidden button. Spankings at her father’s hand had always gotten her excited. His rough calloused hand on her bare bottom…! She pushed the perverse thought away, and concentrated on the moment.
She felt the older man’s curved dick filling her poor married pussy. God, it was so nasty, but the sensation of his finger in her ass…it was too much.Bright lights exploded in her eyes as a filthy climax caught her.
“U-h-h-h-h-h-h-h…n-o-o-o-o-o!”
She ground her enormous breasts into the cool floor trying to put out the sensation. It was just too awful, too wrong.She thrust a free hand back between her thighs, her desperate fingers finding the wet of her clitoris. She pulled at it trying to prolong the debauchery that pulsed through her.
“You filthy whore,” she chastised herself. “What of your husband? He loves you and would do anything for you.”
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Interesting story, but I'm disappointed by the manipulative and demeaning nature of the Daddy figure - most Daddy dom/Babygirl is more nurturing and loving.
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Wow! Love this one
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Chapter 4:
The thought moved slowly through her lust brain, sinking, drowning in the dark vile corners of her mind.
“Harder, fuck me harder. Stick your fingers deeper in my ass. Stretch me, get me ready for your cock…!”
The older man worked his swollen cock in and out with a faster rhythm. “Damn, she was a hot one,” he thought. “A real prize piece of ass.”
He drove his thick thumb into her ass, pushing and pulling the big plug from one side to the other stretching and loosening the tight hole. He could hear her groan as he abused the tender asshole.“Yeah, this one will be easy,” he gloated to himself. “These young pieces of ass…so goddamned easy and willing. Not like the ones from his generation,” he smiled with the memory.
The pretty young wife groaned as she felt the two fingers invader her anus. She felt them pull and stretch her making her naughty hole, her nasty hole, bigger. She couldn’t bring herself to think of what she wanted next;. For now she just delighted in the feeling of the older man’s thick cock moving in and out of her hungry pussy, filling her up, while his fingers molested her anus. God, it was all so filthy. She loved it. He breath caught as another climax rolled over her.She knew there would be more, just as long as her Daddy was there to use her and treat her like the bad little whore she knew deep inside that she was.
On the next stroke he was letting his cock rod free. He let his cock ride up between her buttocks and he expertly pressed it into her gaping ass, just seconds ago vacated by his fingers. The stretched asshole had only just begun to recover and his raging cock slid in there. He grunted as the elastic ring closed around the pulsing cock and he resumed his practiced rhythm.
“U-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, n-o-o-o-o” the young wife groaned
“A-w-w, what’s’ the matter Baby Girl? Don’t you like Daddy’s big nasty cock in your tight little ass? What would your Mommy say if she saw you playing whore for Daddy? Mommy won’t let Daddy fuck her ass, so it’s up to you Baby Girl to make Daddy happy…”
A part of her wanted to die, but another part of her was proud.The putrid being was stronger, if fed on the corruption of her actions. She surrendered to it feeling into her very soul.She felt another climax build as the older man’s thick cock filled her ass.Her fingers pulled and razed at her clitoris, dragging her to the edge.
“Ah-g—h-h-h” he grunted
“Yeah, take it, take it you fucking cunt!”
“Fuck it, you little whore, fuck it,” he said, slapping a firm fleshy buttock with his open hand. “Milk Daddy’s cock, you little slut. Make Daddy happy, milk all the spunk from his balls. Help him fill up his Baby Girl’s dirty little ass with his hot sperm.”
It was too much. She felt her clit explode in a explosion of colors. She laid there, cheek against the cool floor, her buttocks back at the old man using her. She squeezed her anus at the thick dick filling her ass. She could feel the thick cum trickling down her ass . The thick goo was soothing her tortured flesh.
"It was just so awful,” she thought through the haze of her last climax. “Just so dirty." The little demon within her would not leave her alone.He saw the young slut's head turn and her lips pulled back in a coy smile.
“Daddy,” she cooed, “that was so nice." Her brown eyes looked up at him. She pushed herself over on her hips.Her fat swollen tits wobbling on her chest and then stacking. The swollen disks of her aureoles were thick with excitement.Even before she knew it the words spurted out from her corrupted lips.
“Daddy, can I suck your cock, I want to make you hard again,” she said as she reached for his wilted sperm streaked dong. “Daddy, can you fuck me again. Can you fill my little pussy with your nasty spunk?” she said as she dipped her head.
She looked up at the Gray Haired Man, her tongue flicked out and lapped at the acrid filth streaking his swelling dong. Then not waiting for an answer, she took the cock into her young mouth.
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Week Later
She hugged her husband good bye and watched the big black pickup disappear down the street. He’d be gone till the next day staying at the firehouse in another town.
The thought moved slowly through her lust brain, sinking, drowning in the dark vile corners of her mind.
“Harder, fuck me harder. Stick your fingers deeper in my ass. Stretch me, get me ready for your cock…!”
The older man worked his swollen cock in and out with a faster rhythm. “Damn, she was a hot one,” he thought. “A real prize piece of ass.”
He drove his thick thumb into her ass, pushing and pulling the big plug from one side to the other stretching and loosening the tight hole. He could hear her groan as he abused the tender asshole.“Yeah, this one will be easy,” he gloated to himself. “These young pieces of ass…so goddamned easy and willing. Not like the ones from his generation,” he smiled with the memory.
The pretty young wife groaned as she felt the two fingers invader her anus. She felt them pull and stretch her making her naughty hole, her nasty hole, bigger. She couldn’t bring herself to think of what she wanted next;. For now she just delighted in the feeling of the older man’s thick cock moving in and out of her hungry pussy, filling her up, while his fingers molested her anus. God, it was all so filthy. She loved it. He breath caught as another climax rolled over her.She knew there would be more, just as long as her Daddy was there to use her and treat her like the bad little whore she knew deep inside that she was.
On the next stroke he was letting his cock rod free. He let his cock ride up between her buttocks and he expertly pressed it into her gaping ass, just seconds ago vacated by his fingers. The stretched asshole had only just begun to recover and his raging cock slid in there. He grunted as the elastic ring closed around the pulsing cock and he resumed his practiced rhythm.
“U-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, n-o-o-o-o” the young wife groaned
“A-w-w, what’s’ the matter Baby Girl? Don’t you like Daddy’s big nasty cock in your tight little ass? What would your Mommy say if she saw you playing whore for Daddy? Mommy won’t let Daddy fuck her ass, so it’s up to you Baby Girl to make Daddy happy…”
A part of her wanted to die, but another part of her was proud.The putrid being was stronger, if fed on the corruption of her actions. She surrendered to it feeling into her very soul.She felt another climax build as the older man’s thick cock filled her ass.Her fingers pulled and razed at her clitoris, dragging her to the edge.
“Ah-g—h-h-h” he grunted
“Yeah, take it, take it you fucking cunt!”
“Fuck it, you little whore, fuck it,” he said, slapping a firm fleshy buttock with his open hand. “Milk Daddy’s cock, you little slut. Make Daddy happy, milk all the spunk from his balls. Help him fill up his Baby Girl’s dirty little ass with his hot sperm.”
It was too much. She felt her clit explode in a explosion of colors. She laid there, cheek against the cool floor, her buttocks back at the old man using her. She squeezed her anus at the thick dick filling her ass. She could feel the thick cum trickling down her ass . The thick goo was soothing her tortured flesh.
"It was just so awful,” she thought through the haze of her last climax. “Just so dirty." The little demon within her would not leave her alone.He saw the young slut's head turn and her lips pulled back in a coy smile.
“Daddy,” she cooed, “that was so nice." Her brown eyes looked up at him. She pushed herself over on her hips.Her fat swollen tits wobbling on her chest and then stacking. The swollen disks of her aureoles were thick with excitement.Even before she knew it the words spurted out from her corrupted lips.
“Daddy, can I suck your cock, I want to make you hard again,” she said as she reached for his wilted sperm streaked dong. “Daddy, can you fuck me again. Can you fill my little pussy with your nasty spunk?” she said as she dipped her head.
She looked up at the Gray Haired Man, her tongue flicked out and lapped at the acrid filth streaking his swelling dong. Then not waiting for an answer, she took the cock into her young mouth.
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Week Later
She hugged her husband good bye and watched the big black pickup disappear down the street. He’d be gone till the next day staying at the firehouse in another town.
Re: Descent of the young wife
It might be "interesting85", and "well written" at that! But, I'd put my money on, "Bertram W Bronson", returning to "Our Hot Wives"!
Re: Descent of the young wife
Great story!
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Chapter 5:
Her legs were naked except for a pair of black gym shorts. She ran to the bedroom and traded her crew neck t-shirt for a cut-off man’s tank top. The top barely contained her tits. The tank top had been cut off short so it revealed the under swell of her huge breasts, just like he had instructed her. Her hands trembled as she dialed his number. He had become her drug.
She had been thinking of him since the last time they had been together only a week ago. She would slip away to the bathroom and call him and masturbate as he told her all the things that her Daddy wanted to do to her. Nasty things, things a good self respecting girl would never dream of. Then there were the things he was going to make her do. Those were what thrilled her. Those were the things that brought her to a climax while her eager fingers played her swollen clit and dipped into the wet of her pussy.
The phone rang, and it rang. She felt a sick emptiness in the pit of her stomach. The phone felt clammy in her hand. Her full bottom lip began to tremble as the phone rang with an empty sound. Her heart was pounding beneath her oversized breasts. Panic swelled inside her at the thought of him not being there.
“Who’re calling Baby?” a deep voice said from behind her. She jumped and almost dropped the phone in surprise. Panic was immediately replaced with a flood of relief as she turned to see the big Gray Haired Man standing in the doorway of the kitchen.She hung up the phone and moved to hug him, too
emotional to speak.
“Were you worried Baby? Worried your Daddy wasn’t going to come for you?” he said.
“Y-y-e-e-s-s” she said in a little girl voice close to a whimper. “I-I thought you had gone. I wanted to see you so bad” she said
“Now, now Baby Doll, you know Daddy wouldn’t miss seeing you, no matter what” he said stroking her hair with his left hand.
As she pressed herself against him, he dropped his right hand and slipped it down the front of her black gym shorts.Her fingers gripped his shoulders as his big hand snaked down between her thighs.
“Yeah, that’s nice, nice and smooth like a little girl should be” he said in her ear as his fingers played over the bare skin
“You are such a little slut. Aren’t you Baby Doll? But you’re Daddy’s slut aren’t you?” he said aloud.
“Y-e-e-s-s” she said softly.
“Yes, what Baby Doll? Are you Daddy’s little slut? His little girl slut? Is that what you are?” he said swirling his finger around her dripping pussy.
“Y-e-s-s, Daddy. I’m your l-little girl slut,” she whimpered, flexing her knees to spread herself.
The big man dropped his left hand to her chest and cupped her over-sized breast. His thick thumb found the long nipple that hid just under the edge of her ridiculously short top.He probed her wet pussy, filling her ears with sick perverted words.
”You want to show Daddy how much you want him?” he said goading her
“O-h-h-h, god yes” she moaned.
He laughed and pulled her into the living room. He sat in her husband’s chair and pulled her onto his left leg. He pushed her top up over the swaying tits and continued to molested them with his left hand as his right hand drilled into her cunt.
“Okay, Baby Doll, show Daddy what you want” he said softly.
“Show Daddy what his little whore wants.”
“W-w-hore” she said in confusion.
She moaned as he leaned forward to suckle at the thick nipple. He munched and chewed enjoying her moans.
“Yes, Baby Doll, you’re going to be Daddy’s little whore. You’re going to suck and fuck Daddy whenever he wants you too. Won’t you?” he said in a soft voice.
“Y-e-e-s-s-s” she said
The Gray Haired Man pulled his fingers from the young woman’s pussy. His right hand joined his left reaching around her as she slid down to kneel between his thighs. Each hand caught a hanging breast to squeeze .The young woman quickly unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Her free hand gently pulled the man’s large balls from inside his trousers.The young woman could not realize the changes that had come over her. Her life had turned upside down. She knew it was more complex than she could imagine. The feelings rooted too deep. She wouldn’t have cared, but she risked throwing away everything she thought she wanted in life, everything she cared about.But that was for her to worry about later.
He small manicured fingers pulled at the thick cock that filled her hand. The other hand rose to squeeze the big man’s balls. All the complex thoughts that filled her head seemed to melt away as she pulled the pulsing dick to her lips. Her tongue flicked out to dip into shaped head. The musky taste of the man’s lube sent sparks screaming to her clitoris. Her hand pumped the cock up and down. She mumbled impatiently as she took him in her young mouth. Just before she closed her eyes set on enjoying the delightful task before her, she saw the white hair and stubble in the man’s close-cropped pubic hair.“Y-ea-s-s-s,” she mumbled, as she swallowed the man’s long thick cock. She liked it that he was old enough to be her father. God, yes. It was so dirty.
The Gray Man guided her head as she set a practiced rhythm sucking and swallowing his long dick.
“Please I…I need your…cock,” she said as she lapped at the thickening head.
She pressed her chest down into the hand that cupped and squeezed one of her fat heavy orbs.She hoped he could feel her thick nipple drilling into his palm, proof of how much she wanted him.
“You said you were my little whore, didn’t you?” he said
“You said you wanted to be my slut."
He grabbed her head and thrust his hips into her face driving the hard cock into her throat. He could feel her shiver. Her hands didn’t push him away, but rather pulled him to her in a show of masochistic devotion. Her hand pulled his hanging balls to her chin cupping them against her neck.
“I have a friend I think you’ll like. He’s a special friend. I share all Daddies' girls with him."
He continued to hold his cock deep in her throat. He relaxed his grip and she reluctantly pulled her face.
“I want you to put your shorts and a top back on; we have to go for a drive."
He pulled his pants up but didn’t fasten them. The young wife looked at it greedily as she stepped into her gym shorts and pulled her top down. Her thick nipples were embossed on the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts were swollen with excitement now, and the lower edge of her dark aureoles peaked into view as she moved.
“Here something for you to play with on the drive." he said placing her hand on his cock
He led her out to his truck, similar enough in appearance to her husband’s that it would draw little attention. She wistfully let go of his swaying cock to climb into the truck. The adulteress young wife curled up on the seat waiting for him to climb in behind her. Even before he closed the door, she was lapping at the cock bringing it back to full erection.
“Baby Girl, you’ll have to work fast, we only have a short drive,” he said patting her on the head as he started the engine.
The drive went quickly, but her talented young mouth worked sucking on his sensitive cock as her hands caressed and stroked him. She smiled around the thick cock in her mouth as she felt him swell and then enlarge in her mouth. Her hand squeezed at his scrotum milking him as she pulled her mouth off to suckle at the tip. She locked her full lips below the head and swallow the thick loads of sweet sperm from his pulsing dick.
She squirmed on the seat only now aware of the throbbing between her own young thighs.
“That was a good, just like a good little slut. You made Daddy very happy,” he said lifting her up from his lap and squeezing an oversized nearly exposed breast.
“We’re here"
Her legs were naked except for a pair of black gym shorts. She ran to the bedroom and traded her crew neck t-shirt for a cut-off man’s tank top. The top barely contained her tits. The tank top had been cut off short so it revealed the under swell of her huge breasts, just like he had instructed her. Her hands trembled as she dialed his number. He had become her drug.
She had been thinking of him since the last time they had been together only a week ago. She would slip away to the bathroom and call him and masturbate as he told her all the things that her Daddy wanted to do to her. Nasty things, things a good self respecting girl would never dream of. Then there were the things he was going to make her do. Those were what thrilled her. Those were the things that brought her to a climax while her eager fingers played her swollen clit and dipped into the wet of her pussy.
The phone rang, and it rang. She felt a sick emptiness in the pit of her stomach. The phone felt clammy in her hand. Her full bottom lip began to tremble as the phone rang with an empty sound. Her heart was pounding beneath her oversized breasts. Panic swelled inside her at the thought of him not being there.
“Who’re calling Baby?” a deep voice said from behind her. She jumped and almost dropped the phone in surprise. Panic was immediately replaced with a flood of relief as she turned to see the big Gray Haired Man standing in the doorway of the kitchen.She hung up the phone and moved to hug him, too
emotional to speak.
“Were you worried Baby? Worried your Daddy wasn’t going to come for you?” he said.
“Y-y-e-e-s-s” she said in a little girl voice close to a whimper. “I-I thought you had gone. I wanted to see you so bad” she said
“Now, now Baby Doll, you know Daddy wouldn’t miss seeing you, no matter what” he said stroking her hair with his left hand.
As she pressed herself against him, he dropped his right hand and slipped it down the front of her black gym shorts.Her fingers gripped his shoulders as his big hand snaked down between her thighs.
“Yeah, that’s nice, nice and smooth like a little girl should be” he said in her ear as his fingers played over the bare skin
“You are such a little slut. Aren’t you Baby Doll? But you’re Daddy’s slut aren’t you?” he said aloud.
“Y-e-e-s-s” she said softly.
“Yes, what Baby Doll? Are you Daddy’s little slut? His little girl slut? Is that what you are?” he said swirling his finger around her dripping pussy.
“Y-e-s-s, Daddy. I’m your l-little girl slut,” she whimpered, flexing her knees to spread herself.
The big man dropped his left hand to her chest and cupped her over-sized breast. His thick thumb found the long nipple that hid just under the edge of her ridiculously short top.He probed her wet pussy, filling her ears with sick perverted words.
”You want to show Daddy how much you want him?” he said goading her
“O-h-h-h, god yes” she moaned.
He laughed and pulled her into the living room. He sat in her husband’s chair and pulled her onto his left leg. He pushed her top up over the swaying tits and continued to molested them with his left hand as his right hand drilled into her cunt.
“Okay, Baby Doll, show Daddy what you want” he said softly.
“Show Daddy what his little whore wants.”
“W-w-hore” she said in confusion.
She moaned as he leaned forward to suckle at the thick nipple. He munched and chewed enjoying her moans.
“Yes, Baby Doll, you’re going to be Daddy’s little whore. You’re going to suck and fuck Daddy whenever he wants you too. Won’t you?” he said in a soft voice.
“Y-e-e-s-s-s” she said
The Gray Haired Man pulled his fingers from the young woman’s pussy. His right hand joined his left reaching around her as she slid down to kneel between his thighs. Each hand caught a hanging breast to squeeze .The young woman quickly unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Her free hand gently pulled the man’s large balls from inside his trousers.The young woman could not realize the changes that had come over her. Her life had turned upside down. She knew it was more complex than she could imagine. The feelings rooted too deep. She wouldn’t have cared, but she risked throwing away everything she thought she wanted in life, everything she cared about.But that was for her to worry about later.
He small manicured fingers pulled at the thick cock that filled her hand. The other hand rose to squeeze the big man’s balls. All the complex thoughts that filled her head seemed to melt away as she pulled the pulsing dick to her lips. Her tongue flicked out to dip into shaped head. The musky taste of the man’s lube sent sparks screaming to her clitoris. Her hand pumped the cock up and down. She mumbled impatiently as she took him in her young mouth. Just before she closed her eyes set on enjoying the delightful task before her, she saw the white hair and stubble in the man’s close-cropped pubic hair.“Y-ea-s-s-s,” she mumbled, as she swallowed the man’s long thick cock. She liked it that he was old enough to be her father. God, yes. It was so dirty.
The Gray Man guided her head as she set a practiced rhythm sucking and swallowing his long dick.
“Please I…I need your…cock,” she said as she lapped at the thickening head.
She pressed her chest down into the hand that cupped and squeezed one of her fat heavy orbs.She hoped he could feel her thick nipple drilling into his palm, proof of how much she wanted him.
“You said you were my little whore, didn’t you?” he said
“You said you wanted to be my slut."
He grabbed her head and thrust his hips into her face driving the hard cock into her throat. He could feel her shiver. Her hands didn’t push him away, but rather pulled him to her in a show of masochistic devotion. Her hand pulled his hanging balls to her chin cupping them against her neck.
“I have a friend I think you’ll like. He’s a special friend. I share all Daddies' girls with him."
He continued to hold his cock deep in her throat. He relaxed his grip and she reluctantly pulled her face.
“I want you to put your shorts and a top back on; we have to go for a drive."
He pulled his pants up but didn’t fasten them. The young wife looked at it greedily as she stepped into her gym shorts and pulled her top down. Her thick nipples were embossed on the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination. Her breasts were swollen with excitement now, and the lower edge of her dark aureoles peaked into view as she moved.
“Here something for you to play with on the drive." he said placing her hand on his cock
He led her out to his truck, similar enough in appearance to her husband’s that it would draw little attention. She wistfully let go of his swaying cock to climb into the truck. The adulteress young wife curled up on the seat waiting for him to climb in behind her. Even before he closed the door, she was lapping at the cock bringing it back to full erection.
“Baby Girl, you’ll have to work fast, we only have a short drive,” he said patting her on the head as he started the engine.
The drive went quickly, but her talented young mouth worked sucking on his sensitive cock as her hands caressed and stroked him. She smiled around the thick cock in her mouth as she felt him swell and then enlarge in her mouth. Her hand squeezed at his scrotum milking him as she pulled her mouth off to suckle at the tip. She locked her full lips below the head and swallow the thick loads of sweet sperm from his pulsing dick.
She squirmed on the seat only now aware of the throbbing between her own young thighs.
“That was a good, just like a good little slut. You made Daddy very happy,” he said lifting her up from his lap and squeezing an oversized nearly exposed breast.
“We’re here"
Re: Descent of the young wife
great story, my wife had a similar experience in her mid twenties. it was hot hearing her tell how nice His cock was and how she fell so completely for him. she never had daddy issues that I knew of but she called Him Daddy and He called her baby girl. she said she felt so safe in His arms and He made her feel like Daddy's girl.
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Re: Descent of the young wife
Chapter 6:
She stepped into the room. It was lit by a floor lamp sitting by a large chair in the corner. Her heart pounded in her over developed chest. She stood her bare feet rooted to the spot as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room.
“Hello, little Princess,” a voice said from the recliner in the corner. “Come over here and let your Uncle Bob have a closer look at you.”
Sick anticipation and excitement swamped her reason as her bare feet responded, carrying her in the direction of the voice. As she neared the chair her eyes widened and her lips trembled at what she saw. The sight nearly sickened her as revulsion mixed with a perverse feeling of filthy excitement.
The owner of the soothing voice was a disgusting sight. His age was indeterminate, but he was at least 50 if he was a day. His gray squat form filled the chair. To say he was obese was an understatement. His belly heaved out in a gray mound, sparsely covered with tufts of black hair. His navel looked like the mouth of a cavern half hidden behind the underbrush of his belly hair. Twin male breasts lay flaccidly along the top of the mound, the fat womanish nipples pointing at her like a second set of eyes. The pretty young woman struggled to comprehend the totality of him. The Gray Man had said he looked like a movie star. He did, but it was their private joke. The star he had in mind was Jabba the Hut: the grotesquely obese worm like creature that had used and defiled Princess Leia in Star Wars. In the Gray Man’s world, Jabba had defiled the Princess in every way possible and had enjoyed watching his friend do so as well. That was why she was at his side in chains dressed as a member of his harem. In his sequel she had died screaming in agony giving birth to Jabba’s parasitic young. His maggot like offspring feeding on her insides, finally to burst forth and consume the bloody remains of their mother in their post birth feasting. The man calling himself Uncle Bob chuckled.
“No need to be afraid Princess. Uncle Bob just wants to get a better look at you,” he said lifting an immensely fat arm to beckon her to him. The waddle like fat that hung beneath his arm melded with the rolls that hung to the side of his fat man breasts. His bald potato like head split into a disarming grin.
“Don’t let looks deceive you Princess. Old Uncle Bob can make you feel real nice,” he said with another chuckle. “Just come a little closer so I can see you."
The gorgeous young brunette edged closer to the arm of the chair, seeing more of him in the light of the lamp. He sat naked in the chair with only a towel draped over his lap. She could barely see the several days’ growth of stubble on his face as the hair was white. His head was clean-shaven with only a few hairs around his ears. She could see thick salt and pepper hair on his shoulders and on his neck. Her pretty nose wrinkled at the musky odor rising from the man as he half reclined in the chair. His skin was a grayish fish belly color. She could see the glistening sheen of sweat on his exposed skin, and saw the collection of perspiration in the creases between the thick rolls of fat along his torso.
The pretty wife felt her stomach heave, but a sick wave of excitement coursed through her. She felt his pig like eyes crawling over her and was suddenly aware of the scant clothing she wore.
The old fat man was old enough to be her grandfather, but the idea of the unspeakable, caused her tight bottom to gush guiltily as she stood there under his gaze.
“My, my, Princess, you are just as pretty as your Daddy said you were,” he said reaching for her with a thick arm. He laid his fat hand on her hip and pulled her closer as he leaned forward in the chair. “There’s a good little Princess,’ he said pulling her over to sit on his thigh. She let him pull her to him and he guided her to sit on his left leg facing his right. She obediently slid her trim legs between his, sitting like a compliant little girl on her Grandfather’s lap.
She sighed, trembling with excitement and disgust. The bottom half of her arching breasts were naked beneath the short t-shirt she had been instructed to wear. The bottom edge barely covered her fat swollen nipples, and the dark bottom half of her aureoles were clearly visible.
“You don’t say much, do you Princess?” he said as he put his right hand on the clear smooth skin of her right thigh. “That’s okay Princess, Uncle Bob, knows what you need. He knows what you want." He slid his hand up to the wide leg opening of her short and his thick middle digit started to drill into the tender flesh of her swollen labia.
“Yeah, nice and smooth like a little girl should be,” he said as his thumb stroked her hairless labia, teasing her inflamed clitoris.
The pretty young wife whimpered but didn’t move. The words of the Gray Man echoed in her head, “You’ll let him do whatever he wants to do, won’t you Baby?” She shook her head as if to try to deny the words. “Daddy’s Little Slut will make Uncle Bob happy won’t she? It means a lot to Daddy if you do." She wanted to please him so bad. She relaxed and felt the Fat Man’s middle finger wet itself in her own guilty secretions, then slide effortlessly into the mouth of her blooming bottom.
“Yeah, Princess, you like that, don’t you? It slipped in as easy as you please,” he sniggered. Yeah, you’re a little whore just like your Daddy said…” he snorted.
The young slut felt her bottom pull tight around his invading finger at the sound of the filthy words. Yes, she was a whore, a dirty cock-loving whore. Her inner conscience castigated her, scolding her with his words. It only fueled her sick perversion. She felt her slim thighs tense and shift allowing his fat hand greater access to her labia. She rolled her hips forward offering up the plane of her bottom to his invading fingers.
“Yeah, that’s it, Princess, let me get all of it,” he said as he raised a big left hand and slipped it under her short t-shirt. Her enormous breast made even is big hand look small as he began to maul the smooth firm orb. “Fuck, Princess, you really got a pair. I didn’t believe your Daddy when he told me, but here they are sure as shit.”
The young wife just sat there on his thick thigh and moaned paralyzed by the sick words and her own numbing excitement. “Don’t let this happen. What are you letting him do to you?” The words of her screaming conscience began to cut through the thick fog of lust that cast a murky cloak over her reason.
“Now Princess, Uncle Bob has something you’ll like. He has a surprise for you,” he said with a laugh. “All Daddies' girls like Uncle Bob’s surprise.”
The hand mauling her breast dropped to her right arm and dragged it to the edge of the towel covering his lap. “All you have to do is reach under here Little Princess and you can have your surprise…” he said with a laugh.
She couldn’t hear the strain in his voice as his excitement and impatience began to get the best of him. She didn’t hear anything. The roaring of blood in her ears drown out everything as her young heart beat like a drum pushing it through her young body swelling her breasts and labia in automatic response to her arousal and anticipation.
The young wife eagerly pushed her hand under the towel draped across his thick hairy thighs. She felt the soft skin of his big bollocks. She was enchanted by the soft texture of the hairless skin. “They feel so soft and warm,” she thought. Her small hand roamed downward until she found one of his big bollocks. Her breath caught in her throat. It was huge! It was the size of a lemon! Her hand roamed on like a child eager to find a hidden present. Farther down it hung, the second. His immense elongated scrotum hung like heavy ripe fruit between his thighs.
“Yes, Princess. U-h-h-h-h. Yeah,” he grunted as she caressed and squeezed the heavy orbs. “Yeah, that’s a good little slut,” he said smugly. “There’s enough spunk in them to fill up all your tight little holes,” he chortled. “You don’t have to worry about that." He squeezed at her big breast rubbing his calloused thumb around her puckered aureole, and strummed her thick nipple. “Yes, Princess, I’ll be filling that tight little twat with it. You’ll feel my thick spunk leaking out of your stretched little ass hole too. Then you’ll be crawling back to see me begging to taste my thick stuff filling your sweet little mouth.
He pushed her top up under her chin and dipped his baldhead and caught the long thick nipple he had been teasing, between his fat lips. The sound of his mouth making obscene sounds, sucking and smacking at her breast thrilled her as much as the sensation of his gluttonous mouth sucking at the sensitive tip.
“G-a-w-d!” she thought at electric sparks seared her nerves. “It was so filthy, so horribly, horribly filthy. What would her mother say if she saw her now? The thought sent a sick feeling into her belly and it went straight to her erect clitoris. “It was just so wrong,” she thought gleefully. “Yes, so wrong, so unbelievably unbelievably filthy, but it was so delicious." God, she wanted him, wanted to play the whore to this horrible fat old man. “My,” she thought as she felt the old man’s huge hairy pouch like a degenerate. “If his balls are so big…god, how big was this fat old man’s cock?”
As if reading her thoughts the fat old man pushed her off his leg. “If you want to get a better look, you need to get a little closer, Princess. But first take off the rest of this shit!” he said impatiently pulling at her skimpy top and gym shorts.
The young woman nearly sprang to her feet and pulled the top up over her head, slowing down as it cleared her eyes and she caught a glimpse of his hungry eyes devouring her enormous breasts. She pushed the top up the length of her slender arms stretching as she did so. Her movements lifted her humongous mounds high on her chest, the dark expanse of her aureoles puckered with excitement. The long finger like spikes of her nipples quivered on the full taunt mounds. She turned toward him and the two fat mams pointed at him like the twin bows of two nuclear-powered subs. They were quivering; hovering in space like the laws of gravity had been suspended. She giggled and leaned to him scrubbing the twin stubs of her nipples across his stubbled face.
She lowered her arms and turned, offering the full mounds of her buttocks to his view. Slowly she peeled the thin cotton gym shorts from them. Doing her parody of a stripper’s slow motion unveiling she pushed the shorts down until they fell of their own accord. She was naked in front of this horrible fat man. She was going to let him do anything he wanted. The realization hit her in the belly, but like before the feeling of nausea turned into a small explosion of excitement as it caused her swollen clit buzz and sing.
“Yes, Princess, that’s real good. Come on down here and see what Uncle Bob has for you.” he chuckled. “There ain’t no turning back no, Princess." He thrust a fat hand between her slim thighs and pulled him to her. His middle finger found the slick groove between her labia and came away coated with her thick musk. “Here,” he said, offering her the thick wet digit as she sank to her knees before him. He pushed the reeking finger against her full lips. She hesitated for a second but then let the fat digit into her mouth. A small electric pulse sparked along her clitoris as she tasted herself.
She stepped into the room. It was lit by a floor lamp sitting by a large chair in the corner. Her heart pounded in her over developed chest. She stood her bare feet rooted to the spot as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room.
“Hello, little Princess,” a voice said from the recliner in the corner. “Come over here and let your Uncle Bob have a closer look at you.”
Sick anticipation and excitement swamped her reason as her bare feet responded, carrying her in the direction of the voice. As she neared the chair her eyes widened and her lips trembled at what she saw. The sight nearly sickened her as revulsion mixed with a perverse feeling of filthy excitement.
The owner of the soothing voice was a disgusting sight. His age was indeterminate, but he was at least 50 if he was a day. His gray squat form filled the chair. To say he was obese was an understatement. His belly heaved out in a gray mound, sparsely covered with tufts of black hair. His navel looked like the mouth of a cavern half hidden behind the underbrush of his belly hair. Twin male breasts lay flaccidly along the top of the mound, the fat womanish nipples pointing at her like a second set of eyes. The pretty young woman struggled to comprehend the totality of him. The Gray Man had said he looked like a movie star. He did, but it was their private joke. The star he had in mind was Jabba the Hut: the grotesquely obese worm like creature that had used and defiled Princess Leia in Star Wars. In the Gray Man’s world, Jabba had defiled the Princess in every way possible and had enjoyed watching his friend do so as well. That was why she was at his side in chains dressed as a member of his harem. In his sequel she had died screaming in agony giving birth to Jabba’s parasitic young. His maggot like offspring feeding on her insides, finally to burst forth and consume the bloody remains of their mother in their post birth feasting. The man calling himself Uncle Bob chuckled.
“No need to be afraid Princess. Uncle Bob just wants to get a better look at you,” he said lifting an immensely fat arm to beckon her to him. The waddle like fat that hung beneath his arm melded with the rolls that hung to the side of his fat man breasts. His bald potato like head split into a disarming grin.
“Don’t let looks deceive you Princess. Old Uncle Bob can make you feel real nice,” he said with another chuckle. “Just come a little closer so I can see you."
The gorgeous young brunette edged closer to the arm of the chair, seeing more of him in the light of the lamp. He sat naked in the chair with only a towel draped over his lap. She could barely see the several days’ growth of stubble on his face as the hair was white. His head was clean-shaven with only a few hairs around his ears. She could see thick salt and pepper hair on his shoulders and on his neck. Her pretty nose wrinkled at the musky odor rising from the man as he half reclined in the chair. His skin was a grayish fish belly color. She could see the glistening sheen of sweat on his exposed skin, and saw the collection of perspiration in the creases between the thick rolls of fat along his torso.
The pretty wife felt her stomach heave, but a sick wave of excitement coursed through her. She felt his pig like eyes crawling over her and was suddenly aware of the scant clothing she wore.
The old fat man was old enough to be her grandfather, but the idea of the unspeakable, caused her tight bottom to gush guiltily as she stood there under his gaze.
“My, my, Princess, you are just as pretty as your Daddy said you were,” he said reaching for her with a thick arm. He laid his fat hand on her hip and pulled her closer as he leaned forward in the chair. “There’s a good little Princess,’ he said pulling her over to sit on his thigh. She let him pull her to him and he guided her to sit on his left leg facing his right. She obediently slid her trim legs between his, sitting like a compliant little girl on her Grandfather’s lap.
She sighed, trembling with excitement and disgust. The bottom half of her arching breasts were naked beneath the short t-shirt she had been instructed to wear. The bottom edge barely covered her fat swollen nipples, and the dark bottom half of her aureoles were clearly visible.
“You don’t say much, do you Princess?” he said as he put his right hand on the clear smooth skin of her right thigh. “That’s okay Princess, Uncle Bob, knows what you need. He knows what you want." He slid his hand up to the wide leg opening of her short and his thick middle digit started to drill into the tender flesh of her swollen labia.
“Yeah, nice and smooth like a little girl should be,” he said as his thumb stroked her hairless labia, teasing her inflamed clitoris.
The pretty young wife whimpered but didn’t move. The words of the Gray Man echoed in her head, “You’ll let him do whatever he wants to do, won’t you Baby?” She shook her head as if to try to deny the words. “Daddy’s Little Slut will make Uncle Bob happy won’t she? It means a lot to Daddy if you do." She wanted to please him so bad. She relaxed and felt the Fat Man’s middle finger wet itself in her own guilty secretions, then slide effortlessly into the mouth of her blooming bottom.
“Yeah, Princess, you like that, don’t you? It slipped in as easy as you please,” he sniggered. Yeah, you’re a little whore just like your Daddy said…” he snorted.
The young slut felt her bottom pull tight around his invading finger at the sound of the filthy words. Yes, she was a whore, a dirty cock-loving whore. Her inner conscience castigated her, scolding her with his words. It only fueled her sick perversion. She felt her slim thighs tense and shift allowing his fat hand greater access to her labia. She rolled her hips forward offering up the plane of her bottom to his invading fingers.
“Yeah, that’s it, Princess, let me get all of it,” he said as he raised a big left hand and slipped it under her short t-shirt. Her enormous breast made even is big hand look small as he began to maul the smooth firm orb. “Fuck, Princess, you really got a pair. I didn’t believe your Daddy when he told me, but here they are sure as shit.”
The young wife just sat there on his thick thigh and moaned paralyzed by the sick words and her own numbing excitement. “Don’t let this happen. What are you letting him do to you?” The words of her screaming conscience began to cut through the thick fog of lust that cast a murky cloak over her reason.
“Now Princess, Uncle Bob has something you’ll like. He has a surprise for you,” he said with a laugh. “All Daddies' girls like Uncle Bob’s surprise.”
The hand mauling her breast dropped to her right arm and dragged it to the edge of the towel covering his lap. “All you have to do is reach under here Little Princess and you can have your surprise…” he said with a laugh.
She couldn’t hear the strain in his voice as his excitement and impatience began to get the best of him. She didn’t hear anything. The roaring of blood in her ears drown out everything as her young heart beat like a drum pushing it through her young body swelling her breasts and labia in automatic response to her arousal and anticipation.
The young wife eagerly pushed her hand under the towel draped across his thick hairy thighs. She felt the soft skin of his big bollocks. She was enchanted by the soft texture of the hairless skin. “They feel so soft and warm,” she thought. Her small hand roamed downward until she found one of his big bollocks. Her breath caught in her throat. It was huge! It was the size of a lemon! Her hand roamed on like a child eager to find a hidden present. Farther down it hung, the second. His immense elongated scrotum hung like heavy ripe fruit between his thighs.
“Yes, Princess. U-h-h-h-h. Yeah,” he grunted as she caressed and squeezed the heavy orbs. “Yeah, that’s a good little slut,” he said smugly. “There’s enough spunk in them to fill up all your tight little holes,” he chortled. “You don’t have to worry about that." He squeezed at her big breast rubbing his calloused thumb around her puckered aureole, and strummed her thick nipple. “Yes, Princess, I’ll be filling that tight little twat with it. You’ll feel my thick spunk leaking out of your stretched little ass hole too. Then you’ll be crawling back to see me begging to taste my thick stuff filling your sweet little mouth.
He pushed her top up under her chin and dipped his baldhead and caught the long thick nipple he had been teasing, between his fat lips. The sound of his mouth making obscene sounds, sucking and smacking at her breast thrilled her as much as the sensation of his gluttonous mouth sucking at the sensitive tip.
“G-a-w-d!” she thought at electric sparks seared her nerves. “It was so filthy, so horribly, horribly filthy. What would her mother say if she saw her now? The thought sent a sick feeling into her belly and it went straight to her erect clitoris. “It was just so wrong,” she thought gleefully. “Yes, so wrong, so unbelievably unbelievably filthy, but it was so delicious." God, she wanted him, wanted to play the whore to this horrible fat old man. “My,” she thought as she felt the old man’s huge hairy pouch like a degenerate. “If his balls are so big…god, how big was this fat old man’s cock?”
As if reading her thoughts the fat old man pushed her off his leg. “If you want to get a better look, you need to get a little closer, Princess. But first take off the rest of this shit!” he said impatiently pulling at her skimpy top and gym shorts.
The young woman nearly sprang to her feet and pulled the top up over her head, slowing down as it cleared her eyes and she caught a glimpse of his hungry eyes devouring her enormous breasts. She pushed the top up the length of her slender arms stretching as she did so. Her movements lifted her humongous mounds high on her chest, the dark expanse of her aureoles puckered with excitement. The long finger like spikes of her nipples quivered on the full taunt mounds. She turned toward him and the two fat mams pointed at him like the twin bows of two nuclear-powered subs. They were quivering; hovering in space like the laws of gravity had been suspended. She giggled and leaned to him scrubbing the twin stubs of her nipples across his stubbled face.
She lowered her arms and turned, offering the full mounds of her buttocks to his view. Slowly she peeled the thin cotton gym shorts from them. Doing her parody of a stripper’s slow motion unveiling she pushed the shorts down until they fell of their own accord. She was naked in front of this horrible fat man. She was going to let him do anything he wanted. The realization hit her in the belly, but like before the feeling of nausea turned into a small explosion of excitement as it caused her swollen clit buzz and sing.
“Yes, Princess, that’s real good. Come on down here and see what Uncle Bob has for you.” he chuckled. “There ain’t no turning back no, Princess." He thrust a fat hand between her slim thighs and pulled him to her. His middle finger found the slick groove between her labia and came away coated with her thick musk. “Here,” he said, offering her the thick wet digit as she sank to her knees before him. He pushed the reeking finger against her full lips. She hesitated for a second but then let the fat digit into her mouth. A small electric pulse sparked along her clitoris as she tasted herself.