Amorous Amblings Ch. 01

When she knocked on the door I had just gotten out of the shower and was still dripping wet. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and ran to answer the door. I yanked the door open and was met with the sight of a young woman probably a couple of years older that myself. She had a large friendly smile on her lips and in her hand she was holding what appeared to be a chocolate cake.

I looked her up and down, and then I said, ”Hi.”

She was blonde, probably five foot five or six, with large breasts and what looked to be a very nice ass. She was wearing a maternity smock so I figured that she was probably pregnant, although if she was, she was not too far along. “Very nice!” I thought to myself.

She said, “Hi yourself. My name is Carol and I figured that I would welcome you to the neighborhood.” And she thrust the cake at me.

I took the cake from her hands and said, “Thanks, I’m Mickey.” Not knowing exactly what to do I just stand there like a wooden Indian for a moment before asking, “Ya want to come in?”

She said, “Sure, but just for a minute.” She brushed past me into the house and walked briskly into the dinning room where she sat down in one of the chairs.

I followed her into the dining room, and deposited the cake on the table. I stood there awkwardly for a minute or more taking in her appearance. It wasn’t every day that I was yanked out of the shower by an attractive young woman.

Carol’s blonde hair was pulled back in a small ponytail. Her face was girlishly round with large soft eyes, a pug nose covered in freckles and pouting lips that were covered with bright red lipstick. As I looked at her a small smile formed on her lips, her whole face seemed to light up and she said conversationally, “Nice place you have here.”

The sound of her voice startled me from my reverie. I felt somewhat embarrassed at being caught staring. I quickly looked away from her and replied lowly, “Thanks.” Then trying to be a good host I asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

She responded, “Sure, what do you have?”

I told her that I had some coffee but it was cold and I would have to heat it up. Or I had some coke in the fridge.

She responded with an innocent smile and a chuckle, “Do you have anything stronger?”

Taken aback, I stood there for a second before replying, “Sure, we have some beer in the fridge. Or I think that my parents have some hard stuff in the cabinet. Bourbon or vodka I think.”

“A bourbon and coke would taste nice.” She said. “Unless you don’t want to fix me one.” She continued, her lips forming a small pout.

I said, “No, it’s no problem. Bourbon and coke it is.” And I got up and walked to the kitchen.

The bourbon was in the cabinet and so was the vodka. I grabbed a coffee cup out of the cabinet and filled it about half full of a combination of the two liquors then topped it off from a bottle of coke from the fridge. I poured a little bit of booze in a cup for myself and filled that cup up with coke too. Popping in a couple of ice cubes from the fridge I deemed the drinks ready.

I carried the drinks into the dining room and handed one to Carol. She took a sip, grimaced slightly and said, “Whew, that’s kind of strong. Are you trying to get me drunk?”

I stammered in reply, “No, I’m just not too good at mixing drinks. If it’s too strong for you I can dump some of it out and put some more coke in it.”

She giggled softly and then responded, “No, that’s alright. I’ll just sip it slow.” She took a long sip from the drink, sat the cup down and said, “Now sit down and tell me about yourself. Do you always answer the door dripping water on the floor and with your pants unzipped?”

“No,” I responded embarrassed and reached down to zip up my pants.

“That’s alright.” She said, “I’ve seen dicks before. I’ve got a couple of kids and another in the oven.” And she patted her slightly protruding belly before continuing, “I guess you already figured that out.”

Slightly flustered by the turn of the conversation I responded with, “Yeah I thought you might be pregnant.”

Carol said, “Yeah, thirteen weeks along and fat as a tick.” She giggled lightly, took another healthy slug of booze and launched into a diatribe on what it was like to be pregnant, before segueing into the trials and tribulations of being a wife. She must have been starved for conversation because the only time she stopped talking was when she paused occasionally to take a drink from her cup.

I didn’t really think that she looked that pregnant. She may have had just a slight pooch to her stomach, but that wasn’t even noticeable if you weren’t looking for it. All in all she was a very delectable dish with soft sweet skin and boobs that could raise the desire of even the most jaded of observers. My eyes traveled over her body taking in the obvious wonders of her physique finally coming to rest on her cute face. Looking into her eyes I could sense a mischievous twinkle and then a small wink. The wink somehow embarrassed me and I looked away, looking down at the half empty drink in my hand. I tried desperately to keep my attention on my cup and folded hands. I never quite succeeded though as my attention was continually recaptured by the vivacity of her conversation and the arm movements she habitually used

Carol did most of the talking, which seemed to be something that she was very comfortable doing. For my part I was quite comfortable sitting there quietly watching her animated conversation. Taking in the way her arms moved when she made a point and the way her jugs jiggled when she swung her arms. My only contribution to the conversation other than ogling her was responding with a “Yeah” or “sure” when it seemed appropriate. The rest of the time I was content to gaze spellbound at her big tits and wonder what they must feel like.

The time was either passing very quickly or Carol was sipping her drink very fast because it wasn’t too long before she waved her hand across my field of vision and asked, “Hey there, yoo-hoo, can I have another drink?”

“Huh? Yeah sure, whatever you want. I’ll get you one right now.” I responded and rose from my seat. I walked around the table and when I leaned over to pick up Carol’s cup she leaned toward me slightly and I got a good view down her smock. The top couple of buttons appeared to have come undone while we talked and exposed a few inches of her creamy cleavage to my wandering gaze.

“Just make me another of the same.” She said, smiling at me disarmingly.

Yeah, no problem.” I replied as I tore my eyes away from her heaving mounds.

In the kitchen I pulled out the booze and splashed a liberal dollop of both liquors into her cup before topping the concoction off with coke. I began to daydream of the lovely velvet skin of her tits, but I was quickly brought out of my reverie by the sound of a voice directly behind me. “How old are you?” the voice inquired.

Startled, I turned to find carol standing close behind me. “Nineteen” I replied before continuing, “Why do you ask? How old are you?”

“Just curious. And you should never ask a woman her age, but for your information I’m twenty five.” She said, and then continued with, “I hope you don’t mind if I stand for a while. Sitting for a long time is uncomfortable on this old fat belly of mine.” She patted her stomach and then continued, “But anything is uncomfortable these days. Sitting, standing, laying down, it all hurts. My stomach is fat and my tits are so swollen that I have to buy new bras almost every week.”

I handed her the fresh drink and she took a sip from her it before continuing, “This bra has seen its better days and I just got it a couple of weeks ago. Right now I feel like it is cutting off the blood to my brain.” She chuckled and took another long drink.

“You’re not fat.” I said.

“Sure I am.” She said before continuing, “Just look.” She sat her drink down on the kitchen table, turned toward me and pulled up her smock exposing a large expanse of slightly protruding stomach before rushing on, “I have to keep my pants unbuttoned all the time. I don’t want to buy pregnant pants yet, but I can’t button these jeans any more either.”

She raised the smock a little more, exposing some of her very impressive jugs. “See?” She asked. “See how the bra cuts into my breasts. It gets really uncomfortable after a few hours of wearing this thing. It’s like a torture machine.”

Not knowing why, I responded with, “Well why don’t you just loosen it up? Or just take it off?”

“Naw can’t do it. My tits would sag too much.” She replied with a wink before retrieving her drink and taking a healthy pull.

“I don’t think that they’d sag that much.” I responded. I reached my hand out and appreciatively weighed her exposed boob in my hand before continuing, “Yep, they feel pretty firm to me.”

I didn’t know if she was going to belt me or not. I didn’t really care either, the groping of her full and lovely boob had been worth the risk.

“You’re an ass hole. You know that?” She queried. She took another sip from her drink all the while gazing challengingly at me over the rim of her cup.

“Yep, you’re right, I’m an ass hole. Just call me ass hole from now on.” I replied.

She sputtered and I thought she was going to choke, but then a smile crept across her face and she said, “I’ll just do that. I think that we’re going to get along just fine.” She put her drink down again, turned around, raised her smock up and said, ”Now unhook me ass hole.”

I clumsily undid the clasp on her bra and released it to let it fall away. Carol dropped the smock down and raised her hands to rub her tortured breasts.

“That feels much better.” She purred.

For some reason the theme song from the movie “Born Free” began to play in my mind as I stepped closer and ran my arms around her. I placed my hands appreciatively on her large firm tits. She didn’t seem to object so I lightly squeezed the wonderful mounds and said dreamily, “Yeah, they do feel much better.” I pulled her tightly to me, pressing my swelling dick against her firm bottom.

Carol didn’t resist at all. As a matter of fact she seemed to push her ass against my cock as I continued to hold her tight and caress her tits.

“You shouldn’t be doing that you know. I’m an old married pregnant woman with two kids.” She said softly as she ground her ass against my shaft.

“Well I like old married women, they know how to take care of a man. Besides you don’t seem to mind at all.” I replied as I slipped my hands under her smock and began to knead her heaving breasts.

“You’re an ass hole.” She replied throatily.

“You’ve already told me that.” I responded as I kissed her lightly on the neck and began to trail my hands down her body. My hands moved slowly across her lightly bulging stomach, and down into the gap of her unfastened jeans. She pushed back against me as my fingers began to push between the fabric of her jeans and her bare skin.

“You shouldn’t do that.” She said huskily.

“Oh yeah I should.” I said as I trailed my tongue over her neck.

I pushed my fingers farther into her jeans. I was moderately surprised that she wasn’t wearing panties, but their absence made everything easier.

My fingers began to stroke her pubic hairs and a light moan escaped her lips. While I moved one hand farther into the thick growth of hair around her pussy, my other hand moved back up her body to massage her aching breasts.

“Whew that feels too good.” She gasped and she turned her head to place her lips to mine.

Our lips melted into single mass of writhing flesh. Her tongue darted into my mouth and commenced to writhe and joust with mine. I pushed my tongue against hers and forced it into her mouth where she avidly sucked on it as I stroked one large sensitive nipple, and then the other.

As one hand caressed Carol’s heaving breasts my other hand stroked her thick thatch of pubic hair. I felt her flesh quiver as I pushed my questing digits through the jungle of coarse hair covering her cunt. I touched the swollen lips of her slit and slid my fingers slowly down her steaming gash.

Her cunt was hot and wet. Her clit was hard and protruding, I ran my fingers over its length before lightly pinching its head. I felt her legs quiver as I took her clitoris between my thumb and finger. At first I gently pinched it, slowly rolling its tip between my thumb and forefinger. Then I began gently stroking it like a small penis. Her body shook as I slowly stroked her hard, sensitive clit.

“Mmmm, that feels good ass hole. I think you’ve done this before.” She gasped between kisses.

She put her hands on the waistband of her jeans and pushed her pants down her legs. “That should make it easier for you.” She said before smashing her lips to mine again.

I squeezed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned audibly and I felt her body jerk against me. “Mmmmmph, ungh.” She gasped into my mouth and she suddenly pulled her lips from mine. “I gotta breathe.” She gasped raggedly. I felt her body quiver against me again as she tilted her head back against my shoulder and closed her eyes.

I ran my fingers down her slit, gently stroking her swollen labia lips. Her hole was drenched wet with her cum. I kept my thumb against her firm clit as I slowly inserted one finger after another into her until all four were buried deep in her pussy. I began to stroke in and out of her with my fingers as my thumb rotated slowly over her swollen clit.

My other hand gently massaged her breasts. Slowly moving over one massive mound, then moving to its equally enticing twin sister. Mapping their girth and length for future reference. It seemed that every inch of her massive mounds was sensitive to my touch. Every move of my fingers brought a shiver of desire from her body, or a gasp of passion from her lips.

“This is all wrong.” She gasped as her body shuddered in another orgasm and her juices flowed across my hand.

“Feels good to me.” I chuckled into her ear as I ran my hand over her swollen nipple.

“Ass hole.” She gasped raggedly.

“That’s me bitch.” I responded as I bit her lightly on the neck and continued to stroke my hand in and out of her huge cunt.

She ground her ass against my crotch more insistently with each passing second. Even though there was a thin layer of cloth between our bodies I knew that I was going to cum soon myself. I didn’t want to shoot my load in my pants, I desperately wanted to shoot it into her sweltering box.

I took my hand from her tit and moved it to my pants. I quickly unsnapped the waistband of my Levis and unzipped the fly. I reached into my pants, pulled my rigid cock, and put it between the soft flesh of the cheeks of her ass.

My iron hard shaft slid down the crack of her butt and came to rest against the puckered mouth of her anus. Carol pushed back against me as my cock made contact with her hot bottom. I felt the head of my dick begin to penetrate the hot passage of her asshole as she pushed insistently back against me. The precum at the tip provided just enough lubrication to allow the first few fractions of an inch to slide inside her hot ass.

Carol turned her head and viciously bit on my ear as she continued to push back against my cock. I rocked my hips forward and it slid in a little farther, but her ass was too tight to take much more of its length.

“Your too big.” She gasped. “Fuck my pussy first. We’ll try this later.” She promised breathlessly. She stood on her tiptoes as I redirected my cock down the crack of her ass until I felt it rub against the hand that was still stroking her cunt.

I pulled my dripping fingers from her trembling twat and pushed the head of my dick inside. I pushed forward and managed to bury the head of my penis inside of her. She pushed back hard against me and whimpered softly in frustration, as no more than a couple inches of my hot meat would penetrate her sweltering cunt.

Grunting lightly Carol spread her legs as far apart as her partially removed pants would let her and bent forward to place her hands on the front of the stove.

As Carol bent at the waist I reached down to help direct my raging meat into her gaping maw. I felt the heat of her cunt engulf the head of my swollen crank and pushed forward, effortlessly burying my dong to the hilt inside of her sweltering pussy.

I reach around her and grasped her pendulous breasts and began to stroke them. Her nipples were as rigid as glass, her skin as soft as silk. I had never felt such firmness in a woman’s breasts. I gripped them in my hands and stroked lightly them as I gently ran my dick in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

“Ungh, damn! Mmmmmph ungh oh shit ungh.” She grunted as I slowly stroked in and out of her. “Fuck me hard ass hole. I’m not a fucking virgin, and I won’t break.” She gasped.

I used her lovely tits like handles to help with the force of my strokes as I began to stroke my thick cock more rapidly in and out of her dripping hot cunt. Increasing the rhythm and force with each stroke into her hot hole. Before long the slap of my thighs against her ass echoed through the kitchen. It sounded like the violent spanking of an errant child, complete with the whimpering as Carol moaned and groaned with each stroke.

I squeezed her boobs cruelly and this sent her to a new level of passion. I felt her cunt shudder around my dick. She grunted gutturally as I continued to torture her breasts with my callused hands, turning her pale white skin a bright pink with the abrasion of my hard skin upon her velvet flesh.

“Mmmmmph, Mmmmmph ugh oh god.” She cried as I mercilessly spanked her ass with my groin on every stroke into her dripping cunt. Carol came again and then again. Her juices flowed onto my dick and down my balls, it felt like sweat running down my ball sack and onto my legs.

I could barely feel the sides of her pussy after a few minutes, but I continued to pummel her defenseless pussy with the steel rod of my dick. I drove into her for minute after minute with what was for her exquisite torture.

“Keep going baby, keep fucking me, keep on fucking me.” She cried insistently. I began to lengthen my strokes until just the very head of my rock hard cock remained inside of her at the top of the stroke, and then I drove hard into her, finally bottoming out deep inside of her sweltering box. She grunted bestially at the completion of each stroke and whimpered like a child when I paused teasingly at the top of a stroke.

At the top of one stroke I pulled back too far and my very rigid cock came out of her slick twat. At that time the old joke came into my mind, “What do you do in case of fallout? Re-insert and use shorter strokes.” I was about to reenter the gaping maw of her hot wet pussy when another alternative came to mind.

Grasping my thick throbbing meat in my hand I directed it against the puckered entrance to her ass and pushed. I slid effortlessly inside her an inch or so and then felt resistance so I pushed harder. The juices of Carol’s pussy had lubricated my shaft sufficiently to allow it to slide inside her tight hot ass hole and I pushed slowly and relentlessly into her until my balls rested against the cheeks of her ass.

“Your cock’s so big. It hurts!” Carol cried.

Alarmed I asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No, I love this kind of pain” She replied, “Just take it slow till I loosen up a bit.”

She took her hands from the range and put them on the cheeks of her ass, pulling them wide apart. “Move slowly ass hole. This should help us both.” She said with a breathless grunt.

I began to slowly move my cock in and out of her ass. Gently stuffing the tight cavity with my rock hard dick until it began to loosen up. Carol placed her hands back on the front of the range and I commenced to stroke into her with greater energy.

I ran my hands around her body and began to finger her dripping pussy as I plunged my oaken hard dick into her velvet anus. I felt her cum again as I rammed my cock into her dark hole, while I stroked her swollen clit with fingers that were slick with her copious cum.