Here’s To Small-Titty-Big-Ass Women Pt. 02

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Author’s Note: When I originally wrote “Here’s To Small-Titty Big-Ass Women” I had intended it to be a stand-alone story. However, thoughts of what would happen to Lois and Lane after they returned from their convention fling kept popping into my head and resulted in this continuation. Hope you enjoy it.

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“Uh…uh…Lance…what are you doing,” I sleepily murmured as I was rudely roused from my deep slumber. “Stop…please…let me sleep. Stop it, Lance.” I tried to turn away from the source of my annoyance, my husband, but in so doing enabled him to push up the back of my sleep shirt so that he could pull down my panties.

“Why do you wear these goddamn panties to bed,” Lance grumbled as he struggled to yank the flimsy undergarment over my soft thighs. “How many times have I told you not to,” he growled from his struggles. “Why can’t you sleep naked like me?”

“Lance, it’s still dark. Not now, please. I’m so sleepy,” I whined pitifully. “Please, Lance… please don’t. I’m not in the mood…”

“You’re never in the mood nowadays,” Lance grunted as he finally succeeded in pulling my panties off my ankles. “It’s your fucking work. God knows you spend enough time working…even went traipsing off with Lane to another state to attend some damn convention. Shit, if your boss wasn’t so damn old, short, and fat, I would suspect that you were having an affair with him given the amount of time you spend at work… hmmph, always coming home exhausted. However, we haven’t made ‘it’ in quite a while,” he said as he shoved the hem of my sleep shirt up to my armpits so that he could grope my small breasts.

“Yet, there’s something about you lately…something different. The way you move…a certain swish to your big butt of yours makes me horny as hell.”

After roughly fondling my large nipples until they jutted from my heaving chest, he pulled my hips back to him. Sliding a knee in between my closed legs, Lance with practiced ease pried my legs apart, opening and exposing my pussy. Although I knew what was coming, I still whimpered when his flanged penis head crudely slipped between my butt cheeks and then roughly plowed my love slit. I jerk at the sudden intrusion and then at the unexpected pain when my sensitive vulva was clawed by Lance’s thick strong fingers.

“But whatever the reason, I haven’t done this in a while. Now stop your damn whining…cuz it’s ‘boom-boom’ time!”

A shrill whine escaped my grimaced lips as my burly husband’s fleshy battering ram was crammed into the opening of my tender vagina as he had done so many times before. I knew that Lance was never one for foreplay or for that matter lovemaking. He got off sexually assaulting me, feeling my sensitive moist vaginal tissue cling to and spread around his penetrating presence. Hearing me whimper helplessly from his assault, Lance rolled his massive body over, pressing and pinning me stomach-down against the bed so that I couldn’t move as he jackhammered my buns and drove deep into me.

“Shit, I can believe that I’ve been fucking you for over two decades – that you’ve given birth to our three boys – and had a hysterectomy – and yet you’re as snug as the first time I cracked your ‘cherry,'” Lance grunted as his groin slap rapidly and soundly against my spongy butt. “Maybe your doctor sewed you up tighter than before…but it doesn’t matter. I’m boom-booming your tight pussy…like this…stretching you out…like this…you like this…don’t you…yeah…”

I endured Lance’s rant and marital assault as each thrust nailed me io the mattress. Whimpering with each withdrawal, I knew that Lance really got off with rough sex. Over the years, I had discovered that Lance was only interested in getting his rocks off and had a hair-trigger penis to go with it. The more I pretended to be reluctant and helpless, the sooner my bedroom ordeal would be over. Sure enough, a few strokes later I felt my so-called loving husband thrust deep into me and uttering a deep guttural grunt, flood my battered vagina with his testicular sludge.

Totally spent, Lance collapse on my back, crushing me to the mattress as he breathed heavily in my ear, telling me how good I was. Then suddenly the weight on my back was lifted as he rolled off of me causing his softening member to be rudely yanked out of me with a lewd sucking sound. I could feel the trickle of his freshly deposited sperm oozing out of my now vacated pussy, and within minutes, Lance’s rumbling snoring filled our bedroom, indicating that he had relieved himself and would soon be dead to the world.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, I gathered myself before making my way to the master bedroom bathroom. Once there I quickly gathered my sperm-stained sleep shirt about my waist as I sat on the toilet seat and with a deep grunt, expelled as much of Lance’s deposited sperm as I could. I then quickly withdrew from under the sink a disposable douche which quickly irrigated my vagina of any remaining semen.

“It’s funny,” I mused, “since my hysterectomy, I’ve found that if I don’t flush walker independence izle out Lance’s cum, it stinks. I think it has to do with all the beer that he drinks and maybe what he might eat. Yet, when it comes to Lane’s jism…hmmm…how simply delicious. I love the way it smells…and the feeling of his spunk oozing from me.”

Stripping off my dirtied sleep shirt, I ran the shower before pinning up my hair and stepping into the warm waters. “Hmmm, after tonight’s mauling which I’ve had to endure throughout my relationship with Lance, it is little wonder I was ripe for an affair. However, who would have thought that I would be having it with the most inconceivable guy in the world…Lane, my boss.”

My fingertips dipped between my spread legs as I softly stroked either side of my hooded clitoris as the shower water flowed over me. “In that special moment with Lane, I discovered what it was like to make love…passionate, wild, and liberating. We were shacked up at the convention and I lost count of how many orgasms I had…hmmm… just like the other afternoon.

“I remember how once we were alone, Lane had me seated on the edge of his desk with my skirt hiked up around my hips and had my panties hanging off of one of my ankles. God, did he take his time savoring me as he ate me out. Lane sure likes ‘muff diving’ as he calls it, loves getting me hot and sopping wet, and won’t stop until I’ve cum.

Once I’ve done so, then he’ll have some ‘meaningful intercourse’ with me (as Lane likes to refer to pussy-humping)…slow, long, and hard…making me so wet. We could do it all afternoon… never in a rush. Oh, that big fat penis of Lane’s makes me come repeatedly until I’m totally exhausted…thoroughly sore…oozing with his creamy ejaculation…but completely satisfied.”

Twisting as I stood, I leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs wider to give my frigging fingers better access to my throbbing clit. I began to tremble as my hips jerked erratically as my self-stimulation intensified with each stroke of my fingertips. I struggled not to cry out as I felt my guts getting tighter and tighter.

“Jeez, how I wish Lane was here…not my shit-ass husband snoring in the bedroom. I’m so fucking horny. I need a good hard cock to suck on…to be shoved in my hot pussy that dripping with my sexual juices. But most of all, I want a cock up my butt, reaming me a new asshole.

“Huh,” I mentally laughed to myself as my fingertips were a blur over my burning stiff clit, “Lance would die if he knew how after years of begging to butt-fuck me and being adamantly denied, I shamelessly had to practically beg Lane to sodomize me. Since then, I have been insatiable when it comes to bending over and spreading my butt cheeks for my secret lover.

“Ooh, my nippies are so damn erect that they hurt… and my cunt dripping with juices. Ooh…how I wish Lane was here to bring me off. Oooh, shit! I’m going to…I’m going to cum! Oh fuck, I’m jerking myself off…argh…thinking about Lane’s big fat cock… argh…argh…in my ass! Argh…argh…fuck I’m coming! Argghh!”

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“Girls, it’s almost closing time. Close up already – and go.” From my office, I could tell that her tone of voice that Lois’s brooked no disobedience and soon there was a flurry of activity. Before I could get up from my desk to see what was happening, I heard, “Lane and I need to deal with this ‘problem’ quickly before it gets out of hand. We’re going to have to work overtime on this…so lock up so that we won’t be disturbed. The sooner we can get to taking care of business; the sooner we can go home.” Soon afterward I heard our two office clerks calling out their goodbyes to me, and the closing and locking of our external office door.

Before I could get to my office door, Lois rushed through the doorway and without hesitation threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that could only be described as urgent, passionate, and erection-sprouting. Pressing me against my desk, she hastily muttered, “God, I can’t believe they’re finally gone…they took long enough! I’m so horny I can’t stand it anymore. I tried to masturbate in the restroom but kept getting disturbed. My damn nipples are painfully stiff and throbbing…, and my pussy is so wet that you’d see this big spot if I wasn’t wearing a dark skirt! I desperately need someone badly to fix my problem…and it’s a good thing I’ve got the solution in hand!”

With that Lois desperately groped my crotch and manhandled my stiffening manhood as she started to undo my belt and zipper. I could have easily let Lois have her way with me – and loved every moment of her sexual advances – and then every inch of her naked five-seven pear-shaped body.

It was at a national convention that we discovered the delights of each other’s bodies. We skipped all the workshops and presentations in favor of spending the entire conference in bed and having meaningful intercourse with each other (if you catch my drift). However waterloo road izle although we tried to continue our extramarital affair since our return to work, our efforts were disturbingly brief and simply unfulfilling…a brief kiss, a covert whisper, or a secretive caress…leaving us stimulated and more frustrated than before.

However, although I realized her state of sexual need, I wasn’t about to let Lois use me. Grasping her wrists and pulling them behind her back, I mockingly scolded her, “Someone is a naughty little girl, isn’t she? Feeling a man’s ‘privates’ with even having the courtesy to ask him.”

As I flicked open her buttoned blouse and pressed her back against my desk, I kissed my way down her heaving chest. “Oh my God, a front-snapping bra! You shameless Jap hussy – one flick of the fingers and ‘ta-da’ – instant boobs! Ummm, and I love your small titties! Ummm…do you like… ummm…the way…ummm…I lick them? Ummm… these big Japanese nipples of yours…ummm…are so meaty and tasty. They are made to be sucked…and hard.”

Lois’s almond-shaped eyes flutter as her open delectable mouth emitted a soft groan of growing ecstasy. Her generous hips wiggled madly as she sought to pull her skirt about her waist so that I could yank off her drenched panties. Lifting her to the edge of the desk, I pushed her thighs back and apart, exposing her black thatched and swollen cunt lips. Before Lois knew it, my face was wedged between her soft inner thighs to do some serious pussy eating.

“Jeez, for a forty-five-year-old mother of three young boys, she had one of the juiciest and tastiest twats I’ve ever had,” I thought to myself. “So delicious… so wet…so sweet…I could eat her snatch all day long.”

Pulling my head back I uttered, “Now what am I going to do with a bad little girl like you? Maybe I should give you a tongue-lashing?” Lois gasped and jerked when I pulled back her clitoral hood to let the tip of my tongue flicked rapidly and repeatedly on her stiff love nub.

“Or maybe I should do this?” A loud groan could be heard as her thighs clamped on either side of my head when my rasping tongue swirled around and darted into her vaginal entrance causing Lois’s liquid excitement to ooze freely and flow between her butt cheeks.

“Or maybe I should do this?” Her hips shot up from my desk when a finger well-coated in her love juices and my saliva wormed its way up her incredibly snug love box.”

Then standing, I freed my raging erection and grasping it around its base, slipped my bulbous dickhead from the top of her pussy slit down to her butt crack, and then leisurely back up. “Maybe a certain naughty girl needs something bigger in her tight twat?” Lois just moaned softly and writhed under my teasing foreplay. “Oh, does she wanted me – or more of my manhood?”

“Whap!” Lois jerked and cried out as the full length of my fleshy iron rod landed sharply on her exposed tender genitals, causing her body to jerk and toss. “Whap! Whap!! Whap!!”

“No! Oh, no, Mister Lane! Please stop,” Lois whined in a girlish tone that she knew excited me. Shoving her hands between her legs, Lois shielded her vulnerable and hyper-sensitive genitals from my penis-whipping. “Please don’t dick-beat me anymore! I’ll be good… I promise…please…”

“Who says I want a ‘good’ girl? I want…I love naughty little cunts…especially Japanese fuck-sluts like you!” With that, I flipped Lois over so that she was bent over my desk. “Reach back and spread your buns for me so I can decide what to do next.”

My swaying cock throbbed with a mind of its own as I watched Lois reach back and grasping her spongy buns, spread them for my viewing pleasure. “God!” screamed between my ears as my eyes feasted on my mistress’ presented nether delights, “Lois has a butt that was made to be fucked…and often!”

Reaching into my desk drawer, I pulled out my half-used tube of lubricant and gave my sizable erection a heavy coating as I pondered Lois’s visibly chocolate puckered orifice that glistened with her pussy juices.

“Bad little Lois has been really rude and demanding and needs to be taught a lesson. I think this is what she really needs…maybe she needs it here…” I let my lubricated head lewdly and teasingly pop in and out of her twat. Then just as she started to moan and gyrate to my probing, I pulled out and pressed my slippery raging hard-on into her winking snug anus.

Can you imagine that less than two months ago Lois had to “twist my arm” on the second night of our convention affair to be the first guy to corn-hole her? Once I did, she took to anal sex as a fish takes to water. However, since returning to our normal lives, our anal opportunities were severely limited. In fact, the only time we can close to indulging in some “booty-delight” was a partial insertion and an even quicker withdrawal as we were almost caught in the “act” by a janitor emptying the office’s trash cans.

As I push forward, it never ceased to amaze me how Lois’s wayne izle tiny, clenched orifice could spread and envelop my flanged penis head. Lois threw back her head to emit a low groan when she succeeded in having her sphincter ring breached. “Oh, oh! What are you doing, Mr. Lane,” she whined in a childish tone as more of my shaft gradually disappear into the depths of her bowels.

Grasping her hips, I pulled her towards me until her back was level and her head rested on her forearm that was at the desk edge. With each nudge of my hard-on into her butt, Lois looked back at me as whined, “Oh, Mr. Lane, that hurts…a little. Ooh, but I feel…I feel so bad…and yet, so damn good…so sinfully wicked…like never before. What? Do I want you to stop? Oh, no…please don’t stop! You’re stuck up my little tush, sliding in and out, scratching that itch that only a fat hard dick can!”

Lois grunted with each resounding slap of my hips against her quivering generous butt. Her free hand snaked between her splayed legs, her fingers forking and stroking herself. As her fingertips flew over her love button, Lois panted, “Oooh, it feels so fucking good! I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this…about you butt-fucking me! Shit! This ‘itch’ has been driving me fucking crazy!”

Suddenly her back arched sharply as Lois cried out, “Oh fuck! I’m going to cum with your big fat cock…stuck up my asshole! Don’t stop…don’t…you… fucking…stop! Fuck me like a bitch in heat! Make me your little whore…yeah!”

Slamming back to take all of me into her behind, Lois begged urgently as she jerked herself off, “Cum with me! Please…shoot…shoot your load! Fill me up! Yeah, give me what I need…what I want! I want to feel my asshole burn…when I drive home… with your hot creamy spunk…oozing out…drenching my panties! Yeah…oh yeah… don’t stop! I’m going to…arrgh… arrgh!”

Who was I to deny a woman in need? Not me as I gave my Japanese lover a well-deserved butt-thumping before flooding her churning bowels with a well-deserved sperm enema.

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“Jeez, Lane, I asked for it and you really gave it good to me,” Lois groaned as she propped up her torso from her desk. “Slam-bam – right up my ass – I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk straight. Oooh, and you really hosed me too…I’ll be leaking cum all the way home…and probably making a big wet spot on my car seat. Hmmm, I better sit on something.” Lois sighed as she wiggled her behind, causing my throbbing member to slip slowly in and out. “But – you’re wedged up my butt and it sure feels good. Yeah, something that I sure have gotten used to having it there…”

Twisting about to look at me over her shoulder, Lois then uttered the dreaded phrase, “Lane, we need to talk…” This had an unexpected wilting effect on me and before I know I slipped regrettably from Lois’s wet twat.

“Ah, shit, Lane,” Lois bemoaned as my sudden departure resulted in oozing of sperm from her dilated rectum, “You’re dribbling down my thighs…how much did you shoot up my butt? Give me some tissue quickly, you dirty old man.”

Shoving a wad of tissue between her inner thighs, Lois turned in my embrace and after kissing me, continued, “Lane – what are we going to do? I waited so long…to find the right opportunity to get ‘hot and heavy’…that it drives me crazy. I’ve wanted you so badly and was so damn horny – that I had to finger myself so often that -my love nub is so raw and sore. But it’s not the same as jumping your beautiful hard-on of yours pumping in and out of me to give me a mind-blowing orgasm. I want …no, need …more.”

Taking Lois in my arms, I returned her kisses with the passion of unspoken desire as we somehow found ourselves seated on the carpeted floor with our backs to the wall. “Me too,” I murmured as I nibbled on her exposed ivory neck. “Seeing your long legs, soft thighs, and shapely buns…well, you can’t imagine how many perverted things pop into my mind. God, Lois, you’ve got the tightest… wettest…hottest snatch I’ve ever had. But ever since you ‘coerced’ me sodomizing you, the thought of buggering your sweet asshole keeps me in a constant state of erection.”

“And you can’t imagine how hard it has been to keep my hands off of you. You may not realize but when you bend over, but there are times when I just want to inhale one of your small titties and suck on it until your nipples are dark purple…extended…swollen… and achy.”

“Oh, Lane,” Lois sighed into my neck. “I feel the same way. There are times when I am so tempted when we’re alone – and sometimes even when we’re not – to grab your crotch…feel your fat dick…and heavy balls. I want to feel you get hard in my hand. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…but…I’m out of control… unable to stop myself… I’ve never felt this way before. God, Lane, you make me so incredibly horny…”

“Look, Lois, I know that we both want each other, but we’ve got family demands…your kids and their school…my wife and her agenda. Even though we would want to, most of the time we cannot just get away for even a quickie in the backseat of your SUV or in my truck. This place is too small for someone not to notice our rides. And we can’t keep closing shop early for a little afternoon delight. If we keep this up, we’re likely to get caught with our pants down…mine, that is…yours would be panties…”

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