“Yes, heavenly,” I breathed into her slippery folds. Our two massive brutes owned my body in the most pleasurable ways. Sensations that were at first painful now burst inside my throbbing holes in powerful explosions of ecstasy. Bliss more heavenly than I had ever experience before, shot threw my nerve endings like a Fourth of July fireworks celebration. Friction burned pleasure into both my snug spasming channels, forcing my heart to thump against my chest.
Magnus and Flavi’s cocks slid against one another inside me, separated only by a thin, silken sheet of flesh. The intense friction felt delicious and soon I was on the cusp of another orgasm. Judging by the strength of her moans, so was Bella. She shifted above me on her queening stool, positioning her clit right above my tongue and I knew she wanted me to concentrate on licking more pleasure into the throbbing nub. I flicked then sucked on the hard sensitive source of her bliss, giving her everything I had to give, demonstrating my deep love and gratitude for the gift of being able to pleasure her.
This experience I was enjoying in our brand new playroom was pure ecstasy. The three people I loved most in the world fucking their love into me. I was being smothered and stuffed and stretched and penetrated more deeply than I had ever been in my entire life, and I fucking loved it.
I loved my two husbands and I loved my wife. I loved the family we had created here on our sprawling farm. The bond between us was more intense and passionate than I ever imagined could be possible. This was pleasure. This was love. My mates had claimed both my soul and my body. And I had claimed theirs. This was our forever family. Because of the strength of love in our union, we four could never be parted. We were all bonded together as one—always and forever.
“I love you,” Bella cried out as she came.
“I love you,” our two brutes shouted in unison. Hot sprays of their sticky seed shot deep inside my pussy and asshole, breeding my unprotected womb hard.
“I love you,” I cried into the folds of Bella’ sweet cunt as her hot cum gushed out from inside her. While drinking down her delicious juices, I enjoyed the ticklish sensation of her tiny wavy blonde pussy hairs as they brushed over my nose and cheeks. Hungrily, I continued to lap at her divine opening.
Thoroughly satisfied with my lot in life, I rested my head atop the queening stool pillow, licked my lips and sighed. In my foggy headed haze, my heavy eyelids flickered open and shut. Then, not entirely unexpectedly, the excess semen from my hard breeding dripped down my pussy and ass, sliding ticklishly between the cleft in my ass cheeks. As the uncomfortable sensation slid its way down my back, I reflexively clenched my eyes tight. When I could stand no more tickle torture, I yelled out for Flavi’s help.
“Please, please, untie me, it tickles too much. I have to roll over and scratch my back.”
“Sorry, no scratching allowed,” Flavi teased. “Seriously, my love, let me help you with that.”
Flavi and Magnus each slipped their spent cocks from my body. They stood, rapidly unhooking my chained ankles, then slowly lowered my stiff legs to the flat bench. Handling my body as if it were a delicate porcelain doll that may shatter if handled too roughly, they both gingerly turned my small frame onto its side.
While curled up in the most comforting, yet itchy fetal position of my life, Flavi raced behind me and knelt down. A zing jolted up my spine as I felt him flatten his long tongue against the curve in the small of my back. The pace of my heartbeat quickened. My heart slowed, surprised when the big brute behind me started to hum a tender love song.
The big brute hummed the soft melody as he lovingly laved his smooth tongue over my cum drenched flesh. I am loved. I joined him in song and we both hummed the soulful melody together as my gentle lover cleansed me with his tongue, masterfully stroking away all my itchiness.
“I love you, beautiful,” he promised between tastes of my skin.
“I love you too,” I giggled, as my Flavi’s wicked tongue licked new torturous tickles into my goosebumped flesh.
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Taboo 11
Taboo: BBW/MaleVirgin/MILF
Chapter 1
“Why’d you break up with your girlfriend, bro?” Rick asked as he finished restocking the back wall of his gaming store.
“She kept pressuring me, and I was sick of it,” Hale responded, continuing to help his little brother by restocking the tiny shop’s primary display case.
“She kept pressuring you to marry her. That sucks.” Rick walked over to the front of the store to help with the display case.
“No, little bro. She kept pressure me for sex.”
“What?” Rick raised his eyebrows at his older brother’s revelation.
“Stop judging me,” Hale lifted one massively muscular arm and tussled the top of his spiked blonde hair with his large hand. “Ever since you hooked up with your new girlfriend you’ve become a sex fiend. You may have compromised your values and agreed to have sex with your woman before marriage, but I never will.”
“Who’s judging now?” Rick dropped a game from his hands and crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to help the man who’d just insulted his honor.
“I’m not a man-whore, like you. I want to be in love and fully committed to a woman before I have sex with her.” Hale stopped stocking and turned to his brother, gesturing emphatically with his entire brawny body.
“I get hit up all the time for sex. It’s one of the drawbacks of being a body builder and a bouncer. Hot women are always throwing themselves at me. I don’t want to deal with all that sex drama when I take my girlfriend out on a date. When we go out, I want to treat my lady to an evening of dinner and dancing, not fend off her sexual advances all night like I’m a piece of meat, and she’s a ravenous animal wanting to devour me whole.”
“Women need sex, bro.” Rick cocked his head to the side and smirked in his brother’s general direction. “You made that poor girlfriend of yours wait nearly a month before you even kissed her for the first time. Tell the truth. You were never going to give her a taste of your man meat. You were just going to wine and dine her to desperation like you did with all your other old girlfriends. You’re too picky, bro. That’s why you’re twenty-six years old and still a virgin. You need to just pick a girl, ask her to marry you and then bone her until the both of you are passed out in a hot sticky pile of sexual satisfaction.”
“Don’t you think I know that twenty-six years old is too old for a man to still be a single virgin?” Hale crossed his arms over his chest and stomped one boot on the ground. “I’m not ‘too picky,’ I just have impossibly high standards. Anyway, you don’t have to concern yourself with my dating or sex life anymore little bro. I’ve taken steps to find myself a wife. I’m sure I’ll be married and making love to the woman of my dreams in no time.”
“Oh, really?” Rick glanced up at his brother while wearing a sly smile.
“Yes, really. Last week, I signed up for an online dating service called ‘Mail Order Husbands’ and they’ve already made me several matches. In fact, I’m supposed to be meeting the most compatible woman for dinner tonight.”
“Awesome, tell me about her,” Rick smirked.
“She’s a thirty-six-year-old single mother and a plus size model,” Hale smirked back at his brother as he spoke. “Her profile didn’t have a photo, but it said she has long wavy mahogany hair, dark brown eyes and killer curves. She enjoys sunbathing, reading, fine dining and dancing. She’s perfect.”
“Yep, she probably is perfect for you bro.” Rick agreed while shrugging his shoulders. “But you’re so picky that you’ll probably make her wait a year before your first kiss, and she’ll be a grandmother by the time you two marry.”
“I’m not picky!” Hale fumed. “I simply have values I’m willing to honor. I still own my virginity, and I’m proud of it. I’m going to wait until I meet the right woman before I ask her to marry me and before I have sex. Unlike you and your freak of the week, Mrs. Smith, I can wait until I’m married to make love.”
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“Hold up, bro.” Rick reached and up pushed back his brother, hitting the massive body builder in one of his broad shoulders. “I know you’re proud of your ability to wait for sex, but don’t insult my woman or me. I’m in love with Mrs. Smith. She’s the woman of my dreams, and I won’t have you talking shit about her or our relationship.”
“No offense intended. Mrs. Smith is a fine lady.” Hale held both hands up and chuckled, quickly diffusing the situation. “But tell me, little bro, why do you call your girlfriend Mrs. Smith. Firstly, she’s been divorced for years and secondly, the woman has a first name. You calling her Mrs. Smith is strange. It’s strange and freaky.”
“Okay, I’ll admit it’s freaky.” Rick lifted his shoulders and laughed. “Trina’s a naughty MILF. She’s a cougar, and I’m her cub. It’s something we both enjoy. So yeah, I call my woman Mrs. Smith. I like it. She likes it. It’s our thing.”
Hale huffed at his younger brother as he crossed his arms over his chest again and shook his head.
Rick blew a puff of air from his nostrils and continued talking. “I know what you’re thinking, and you’re wrong. There’s more to our relationship than sex. We genuinely care about each other. Anyway, I won’t be calling Trina Mrs. Smith for much longer. I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. Soon, I’ll be calling my woman, Mrs. Haun.”
“Congratulations, little bro!” Hale reached both massive arms around Rick’s shoulders and patted his little brother on the back. “Glad to see Trina’s finally going to make an honest man of you.”
Rick’s cell phone buzzed in his back pocket, and he pulled himself away from his brother’s grasp to answer it. “Hey Mrs. Smith, how’s the carwash fundraiser going?—”
Chapter 2
My boobs smashed against the hard steel hood of the Grey Hills Retirement Village van. I reached up and balanced my weight on the tips of my pink stiletto heels while scrubbing the van vigorously. My boobs shook and jiggled as I scrubbed, determined to wipe every single piece of bird poop off the hood of that filthy van.
“Backup, Heather!” Trina shouted.
My best friend and fellow band mom was standing in front of the van armed with a water hose outfitted with a powerful spray nozzle. I know Trina mean’s business when she’s got a hose in her hands, so I backed away from the van to give her room to spray. But, my heel caught in a divot in the cement, and I ended up falling forward as I took my second step back.
Bang! My face and chest crashed forward against the side of the van just as Trina started spraying. The powerful spray of water hit me as well as the hood of the van. I screamed in shock as icy cold water blasted me in the face. Freezing streams of water first shot up against my cheek and then blasted down over my boobs making them shake and bounce painfully.
“Are you okay?” Trina yelled, diverting the stream of water away from me to the other side of the hood.
“I’m fine!” I lied. And as quickly as I could, I caught my footing and backed away from the van so Trina could go back to spraying the bird poop off its hood.
As I tottered back on my heels trying not to slip on the soapy concrete, the elderly men in the van shouted for me to come back and finish my cleaning job. The group of retired seniors hooted and hollered in my direction “Come back baby and shake those money makers of yours.” One of the louder men in the group shouted, “Turn around and show me your fat ass.”
“I’m not fat!” I wanted to scream back. “I’m a model!” Well, I’m a plus size catalog and car show model. But, a model is still a model. And anyway, everyone knows that plus size models aren’t fat. We’re sexy, and we’re perfectly shaped. That’s why the car shows hire us instead of the skinny fashion models. We’ve got big curves in all the right places.
After Trina had finished spraying off the bird poop, I strode back up to the van and tried to ignore the men’s catcalls. I distracted myself with thoughts of my two oldest boys practicing on their trombones at their dad’s house as I speedily cleaned, trying to get rid of the van full of crude men as quickly as possible.
My pride wanted to tell them to leave, but if I did, it meant we would have to give back their money. And we couldn’t do that. Us band moms needed to fundraise as much money as possible to send our kids to the big band competition this season.
Everything I do is for the benefit of my family. Nothing other than wanting the best for my kids could make me endure the humiliation of this Cougar Carwash fundraiser and these men's catcalls.
I’m a single mom who hasn’t received a dime of child support in the last three years. At first my ex, regularly paid, actually he overpaid, but then he injured his back at work. I’d be angry at him if I could, but I can’t. Since his accident, the man can barely stand up straight and rents a room in his mother’s house. He’s doing the best he can. At least he keeps the kids after school every day so I can work and don’t have to pay a babysitter.
“Baby, you’re built like a brick shithouse!” One retiree screamed as I finished drying the van and waved the men and the vehicle away.
Instead of pulling out of the parking lot, the van’s side door opened and eight tall, well-built gray-haired men shuffled out of the vehicle and started walking towards me. Suddenly ten and twenty dollar bills were raining down on top of the van’s hood and sliding off onto the soapy cement ground.
“Back up!” I shouted, as the group of men crowded in front of me, still throwing money in my direction. I lifted my hands in front of my face to guard my eyes against the sharp edges of the bills, which were flying towards me, landing on and sticking to the wet skin of my legs, belly, breasts, and arms.
“C’mon big mama, let us slip this money inside your bikini bottom.” The head gray-haired man pleaded.
“I’ll slip something else into your bottom if you ask me nicely,” a loud man in the back of the group thrust his hips forward, and his friends all laughed.
“Back away!” I shouted again, widening my stance and balling my fists up in front of my face.
My heart thumped against my ribs, and hot panic reddened my cheeks. I heard the crashing sounds of footsteps splashing in water coming up fast behind me. And I feared I was surrounded.
“She said back away!” The deep boom of an unfamiliar voice shouted out from behind me.
Immediate relief washed over my body. I had a protector. A powerful man who could help me do battle and defeat the gang of men who threatened me. I knew that my protector was a giant of a man, by the massive shadow he cast on the ground, but these gray-haired men standing in front of us weren’t frail or small. We were still in for a fight, so I braced my heels against the concrete and hunched one shoulder forward ready to strike.
More fast footsteps stomped behind us, and another deep voice sounded out. “Go! Get out of here before I call the cops!” This voice I recognized. It was Trina’s new fiancé, Rick, racing to our aid. Rick was a powerfully built man, so I knew my protector, and I now had an even greater chance of making it out of this fight unharmed.
The massive size and strength of my two big burly defenders should have sent the gray-haired men running, but it didn’t. They stood their ground. Then one of them attacked.
“Babe, you didn’t have to call your pimp and his bodyguard. I’ll pay for that ass,” The tallest gray-hair man lunged forward with a hundred dollar bill in his fist.
A rush of air and a steel toed work boot flew up at my side and made contact with the man’s hip, knocking him to the ground. I flexed my fists, ready to punch as I cringed at the sound of the man’s hip cracking against the ground. Crunch, the sound of bone breaking rang out inside the large parking lot, and one of the older gray-haired men held up his hand and shouted. “Stop! Don’t kick him again. You already broke his hip!”
I glimpsed the closed fist and veined forearm of my muscular protector out of the corner of my eye as he stood beside me. First, heat radiated off the giant hulk of his body then the powerful bellow of his large voice sounded out.
“You men, go inside the van, now!” He commanded the gang of men still standing in front of us. “Once you’re all inside, my brother will call your foul-mouthed friend an ambulance.”
Oh, my god, my big hunky protector is Rick's big brother. Trina’s been asking me to meet her man’s brother for months. Over and over, she’s told me he’s my type, but I hadn’t believed her. I’ll have to apologize to her later. I was wrong. This man is hunky and chivalrous. He’s exactly my type.
Chapter 3
“I didn’t want to break that guy’s hip—” Hale lamented as he, Rick and Trina each sipped their cups of coffee inside the tiny kitchen above Rick’s gaming shop.
“You had to do it,” Trina patted the big, brawny man’s back. “If you hadn’t kicked the big guy down, the rest of those assholes might have rushed Heather and hurt her.”
“Yeah, you did the right thing,” Rick added. “You saved Heather. Those guys could have hurt her badly. Also, you did the least damage you could. You had to make an example of the big one so the smaller ones wouldn’t try anything. Better one broken hip than sixteen.”
I finished counting the carwash fundraiser proceeds just as my large protector looked over at me and spoke. “I’m glad we were there to back you up, Heather. Rick and I are going to stand guard at the fundraisers from now on to make sure no other guys try to harm you, ladies.”
“Thanks again, Hale. I’m grateful you were there to protect me. Until you and your brother appeared, I was afraid I was going to have to fight those guys off alone.” I said politely, trying to hide my lust for the mountain of a man whose steely grey wolf eyes were now indiscreetly roving up and down my bikini clad body, even amidst his regret over hurting the elderly man.
Hale Haun was the rugged man of my fantasies. I couldn’t stop crushing on the blonde stubble that shadowed his angular jaw, the chiseled lines that bulked his massive chest and the rock hard six-pack that pointed downward like the perfect V over the impressive bulge in his pants.
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