1. Kimmy Slips & Falls
Hi! I am Kimmy, a 28-year homemaker. My husband is a highly-paid software engineer in an MNC. We live in a 5-bedroom apartment in New York. It’s a big house for our requirements, but my husband likes to show his wealth off. He takes pride in displaying prosperity and never misses a chance to host family, friends, and seniors. Foreign acquaintances, who visit the USA via New York, come and stay with us. I enjoy hosting them too. Mostly, the stopover is for a day or two, so managing them is not an issue. My nerdy husband doesn’t like to eat out, but to impress the guests, he takes us to fancy restaurants. In their presence, he wants me to splurge on shopping. After they leave, I get a special allowance to compensate for my inconvenience.
Oh yes! I love shopping. I married my man for his money. He wanted my mesmerizing looks — Not for himself, but to make others envious. No! I am not complaining. He is sweet, obedient, and caring. Sexually, he is well endowed, not demanding, and very considerate. We make love when I want to!
The Gordon family was staying with us today. They arrived from Dubai yesterday. Mr. Gordon was going with my husband to his office, and I was to accompany his wife shopping. At 9 A.M., dressed to leave, we were having breakfast. Mr. Gordon’s son, Reeve, was sleeping. He did not respond to his parent’s call, so I volunteered to inform him that we were leaving.
After two soft knocks on the door, knowing that Reeves was asleep, I walked into the guest bedroom. Wrapped in a white sheet, the teen was lying on his back — Arms and legs spread wide. I froze. A monster dick lay flaccid — exposed — the blanket had carelessly slid down one side. A pink chunk of six-inch-long meat! More than an inch thick! And it was not even hard! Unable to breathe, I watched the pythonic organ move — very slowly — a centimeter on either side — as if it was asleep and breathing. It was hard to believe. This innocent-faced petite teen had just celebrated his eighteenth birthday!
I checked: The boy was fast asleep. Shivering, I covered his organ with the sheet and woke him up. When he smiled sweetly, I stuttered, “We are leaving. Your breakfast is on the table.”
Weak in the knees, I staggered out of the room. The sight of the monster dick flashed before my eyes. My legs buckled, and my steps failed: I tripped and fell on the floor. My husband and the guests rushed and helped me to the sofa. I was stunned — not hurt. Smiling nervously, I assured everyone I was fine, but the sweat on my forehead betrayed me. In a brief discussion, I failed to explain my unease. The three adults deduced that I was tired and needed rest. I insisted on going out, or else Mrs. Gordon would miss her shopping. But Mrs. Gordon asserted — She would ask her other friend to join her.
“Don’t cook,” my husband kissed me. “We will go out for dinner.”
The three bade goodbye, and I was left alone — guilty of messing my husband’s plan up. All because of an accidental sighting. The thought of being alone with Reeve chilled my nerves. I did not want to have sex with him — cheating had never come to my mind. But Reeve’s tender age and his humongous dick were sinfully alluring. I decided to stay away from him lest I do something nasty.
Curiosity drove me in the wrong direction. I wanted to see it one last time. Cautiously, I tiptoed into the boy’s room. Wow! The dick was standing 8 inches tall now. Not fully hard: it leaned slightly to one side: eyeing me lazily and warning, “I am going to get you today. Get ready and come to me.”
Scared, I left the room. Outside, I stood still and waited for my thumping heart to calm down. The tingle in my pussy told me it was creaming. I rushed to my room, took off my pants, and touched my vagina. Oops. I had never been so wet before. Two of my fingers slid in easily. I could move them effortlessly. Churning slowly, I decided to quench myself. Squirming delightfully, I began rubbing deeper and faster. Moaning and groaning, I sank three fingers into my pleasure hole. The more I played, the better it felt. But after a few minutes, my greed grew. I needed something longer which could go deeper and fill me up. Frustrated, I stopped and pulled my fingers out. Loads of sticky cum came out with it, dripping on my bedsheet. I had never seen such a mess before. Scared of leaving a mark on the bed, I cleaned the juices with my pants — staining it too. Nervously, I set things in order — changing bedsheets and throwing the messy clothes in the washing machine.
Burning with desire, I stripped and entered the shower. I wanted something as big as Reeve’s dick to stuff myself. I wondered how hard he would have become by now. Wait! What would the boy do with his massive morning hard-on? Jerk off? And my hungry body was looking for a quencher! No, I will not let that happen. Quickly, I slipped into a knee-length sleeveless skirt and rushed to his room. Thankfully, he was asleep. The rockhard straight dick throbbed slowly, signaling, “Come in and hold me.”
Accepting the challenge, I walked closer. Deliberately, to wake Reeves, I made my heels go tic-tock. But he did not budge. He was fast asleep — must have slept very late. The charming boy had flawless skin and sharp features. The thin lips were gleaming red and very kissable. Two flat hard nipples on a hairless chest and a fatless belly complemented his cute schoolboy personality. Lower, his dick was a different person: A pale monster who was dead drunk — Dirty-pink-skinned with prominent blue veins. Standing proudly and swaying a little, he taunted, “I know you can’t say no to me.”
Correct! He was swollen and full of blood. I had to hold it! Posessed, I forgot morality and clasped him gently. So thick — I failed to wrap my fingers around it. I tightened my grip and squeezed it — It was hard like a cucumber.
Reeve smiled softly in his sleep. Lustfully, I kissed the bloodshot oval head. Ummm, fresh and salty. I suckled more — slowly. Moisture and gleam made it adorable, inciting me to lick longer. In sleep, Reeve let out a soft “Aaah” of pleasure. I stopped! Was he waking up?
I touched my panties. My juices had drenched them again — they had to go. I removed them. And impulsively, I went on and got stark naked. My 5-foot-9-inch body was taller than Reeves’s. Despite a 26-inch slender waist, my 40-inch butt and boobs made me heavier than him too. I kneaded my breasts softly, expecting him to wake up and join the fun. My breast swelled, and my nipples became hard, but Reeves did not get up. I was left to quench myself.
I climbed on the bed and straddled him in the cowgirl position. Gently, I guided his manhood and placed it on my moist petals — A sweet sensation thrilled my body. I wanted to stuff it inside, but I had to be patient. Slowly, I lowered my hips. The warm oval head parted my lower lips and slid an inch into me. Now the monster did not need my hands to stay in position.
Smacking my lips, sinking in pleasure, I tickled Reeves’ nipples and waited. He did not wake up but gave a dreamy smile. Gently, I pressed my hips on his organ. The scalding dick moved another inch and got stuck inside my cave. I knew gentle pushes would not work. So, I made repeated firm attempts to force him in. The penetrations made me gasp in agony, and the stretching was painfully pleasing. The hard meat had stuffed my honey pot to the brim. Even then, I could see five inches of the invader outside me. The boy had lust written all over his face. Asleep, he was enjoying a dream.
Taking a deep breath, I moved two inches up and slammed powerfully. “Aaaah,” two screams filled the room. The hard chunk of warm meat stretched my pussy painfully and got stuck in my narrow cave. I could not even get him out. Waiting for the pain to subsidize, I watched Reeve. His cute smile invited me. Bending lower, I smacked his lips. Soon, my tongue was exploring his mouth and slurping juices wantonly.
Reeves woke up with a start and tried wriggling out. I pinned him against the bed and shut his mouth with a forceful kiss. When he stopped struggling, I looked into his surprised eyes and smiled, “You are so sweet.” He wanted to reply, but I sealed his lips with mine again. Grinding my spongy body on his, I caressed him sensuously till he began cooperating. Pausing deliberately, I teased and chewed his lips, chin, neck, and ears. His shying away turned into a blushing smile.
Our passionate kisses added lubrication to my narrow cave. Once again, I could move up and down Reeves’ shaft. I resumed grinding his hips with mine. When he began twisting in pleasure, I increased the tempo. My faster and stronger humping filled the room with “Hmms” and “Aaah.” The 8-inch organ was not wholly inside me, but I was content. I let the 5-inch portion slide in and out every stroke. The feeling was heavenly – The sight of a red-faced Reeves twerking in pleasure every time I smashed him into me drove me wild. His whimpers gave me additional excitement and energy to bang harder. My vagina was overflowing with fluids — this had never happened before.
The boy was wide awake and blushed whenever our eyes met. Shyly, he began accepting all the kissing opportunities I offered. His kisses were tender, wet, and sloppy — but I loved them.
Humping him was tiring. So, I sat up and took the less demanding cowgirl position. The sight of my firm breasts awed him. I placed his hands on them. Surprised, glad, and shy, he caressed them softly. I slowed down my hip thrusts, and the boy compensated by shoving faster. He obeyed: squeezing my boobs harder, pinching my nipples, and biting my lips. But his hard was teasingly soft.
My “You like it?” turned him crimson. With every eye contact, he stroked faster. The pain of flesh stretching increased as he went deeper. Greedily, I slammed harder: I wanted all of him inside me. My moaning peaked with the rhythm — Suddenly, he struggled to move out. Using my body weight, I immobilized his hips with mine and pinned him. Stroking against his wish, I simpered at the sight of his wobbling red face.
“I am going to cum,” He warned.
“It’s OK.” I kept thumping into him.
“Inside you?” he tried stopping my hips.
I paused humping and kissed him till he stopped mumbling and struggling.
He had not come, so I resumed stroking him slowly. Lovingly, I persuaded, “Fill me with your cum.”
He could not believe his luck. Slowly we picked pace. He began to shiver gently. I gripped him closer and humped rhythmically.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” he was building excitement. I kissed the sweetheart and kept pounding.
Clutching my hips firmly, he pushed deep inside me and screamed, “Aaaaaah.” A bust of warm fluid gushed inside me.
Pressing fingers into my butt, he shot again. Warm liquid was filling my belly.
Pulling my butt, he screamed and shot several drops of cream. The jerking organ’s futile attempt to fill me with meat and cream triggered my orgasm. Biting him hard, I exploded and spasmed furiously over him. Another round of fresh juices overflowed out of my quenched honeypot.
Exhausted, we lay motionless, breathing hard.
Coming back to my senses, I wondered how Reeve would react. A soft caress on my back relieved me. Feeling my velvety skin, he moved slowly, to and from — from the back to the ass. Lovingly I looked into his eyes and milked his luscious lips.
The sticky sensation between my thighs caught my attention. Rising my hips slightly, I watched Reeves’ muck-covered organ slide out of my enlarged pleasure hole. A stream of cream trickled out and smudged his belly. Naughtily, I fingered and spread it on his soft skin.
Reeves was still in a state of shock — examining me very closely. Smiling victoriously at him, I wore my clothes. The flaccid dick was still looking imposing.
“Get ready and have your breakfast.” Flashing my cutest smile, I walked out of his room.
