The Widow's Gift Pt. 06

A niggling sense of wrongness kept prodding at her befuddled hindbrain. Something was wrong and she needed to get the hell out of dodge, where-ever that was. Marshaling all of her remaining resolve Kimmy straightened, pulled her slick fingers out from under her tiny skirt, and gave a wide vapid smile to the room at large.

"I should probably go. Y'all look like you're having a good time but I have things to be and places to do--"

"Gluuurp~!"

Behind a slyly smirking Alina, the curvy Latina strumpet had finally disengaged her gagging mouth from the prone Adonis's manmeat just in time to catch a creamy faceful of his hot, jetting seed.

Kimmy's dark eye's nearly bugged out of their sockets as she finally got an unobscured view of the elusive cock. It was a gigantic, rock-hard weapon of mass pussy destruction fountaining white spunk all over the moaning maid's outstretched tongue, cute button nose and rosy cheeks.

It had to be the size of her slender forearm, covered in throbbing blue veins and bucking furiously as the raven-haired jizzhound tried to wrangle it towards her thirsty maw with both hands. Blast after steamy blast of poorly aimed cum painted her gentle facial features until the olive-skinned slut looked like she had gone bobbing for apples in a bucket of creme fraiche.

It matted her inky hair, glued her eyes shut and drooped in thick ropes from her seed-coated chin down into the deep valley of her heavy, heaving cleavage. Then white bubbles of the pungent goop formed around her sloppy lips as the cum-plastered maid tipped her head back, and audibly gargled her potent payload as though it were mouthwash before attempting to swallow.

Her slender throat worked earnestly to get the dense mass down, bulging and rippling visibly with soft gulping noises until she was finally done.

"Mmmmmm~! Thank you, master." She sang sweetly, wiping at her face and sucking her fingers clean. When her eyes finally opened, her long lashes were clumped with small globs of pearly seed. "Your Kitten adores the taste of your fresh cream. Can I please have some more?"

Kimmy didn't hear her. The angry, twitching member soaring skyward from the young man's naked groin utterly dominated her attention. It glistened wetly with a salacious mix of slick saliva and sticky spend, standing upright like a fleshy totem of unyielding masculinity.

What would something that big do to a girl? A monster cock like that might actually fuck someones brains out!

Then the, like, totally hunky owner of that terrific fuckstaff, groaned and began to stir awake...

"--here with us now. Are you listening to me?" Alina chided sternly, breaking Kimmy out of her phallic-fueled reverie. "You are--how they say--standing there catching flies, yes? Close your mouth, girl. You don't want to look stupid."

"Not... Stupid. Kimmy... Sexy."

The words came out thick and slurred. Almost as though she was the one with a gob gummed up with yummy cummy. Because that's what it was, Kimmy could smell it now, rich and delicious and mouthwatering. She licked the drool off her pillowy purple flesh and let out a tremulous moan as she quivered at the thrilling sensation.

"No, you misunderstand... I merely suggested that you would not wish to look stupid, girl. For you are very fetching indeed wearing that daring little outfit." The mesmerizing blonde stated primly, uncrossing and recrossing her superbly long legs before brushing an invisibly speck of lint of a knee. "As I was saying before; you must stay a while. You are our guest now and must partake of my hospitality while you are here. I insist, it is a sacred Russian tradition and there is much I can offer one so pretty as you."

Kimmy blinked dully up at the woman.

Somehow, she was kneeling on the rug beside the bed now. Fingering her slippery slit through the opening in her, like, super cool panties with one hand and sucking on the thumb of her other. The bulky heels of her white platform boots dug into her tight tooshie as she sat back on them and the fuzzy panda hoodie hung loosely off one pumping wrist.

Back on the bed, the hung stud sat up with a lusty growl as the whore named Kitten began round two of choking herself on his persistent stiffness.

"Woo weally fink I'm pwetty?" Kimmy mumbled blearily.

Her words were garbled as her thumb jacked in and out of her plump pouting lips with her shiny forearm wedged between her tremendous new titties. The back and forth motion made them bounce like a pair of albino volleyballs, and the delicious fleshy friction against her rubbery skin only added spice to the stewpot of desire coming to a fast boil between her skinny thighs.

"Of course, little one. You are so slim and petite with such an arrestingly innocent face. Though, it appears that all that naughty sugar went straight to your lips and tits." Alina mused with a thoughtful expression. "My late husband always believed the candy was a crude but effective method. He himself preferred more... refined approaches. Tell me, Kimmy. Do you like shopping for new clothing and trying on cute little outfits?"

"Mmhmm!" She sure did. Like, totally did!

"I am so glad to hear it. I too indulge in high fashion, and even enjoy advising others on how to look their best." Alina said, rising to her feet with a small smile and stepping over to the large antique armoire to throw both ornately carved doors wide with a dramatic flourish.

Kimmy gaped dumbly as a wonderland of colors and textures was opened before her. Bright underthings in mesh, satin and lace spilled out of the shelves and drawers like fabulously crafted jungle vegetation. Countless slinky dresses, tiny skirts and skimpy tops of every imaginable style were crammed onto hangers, and tall ranks of impractically sexy feminine footwear crowded the timber base.

Even the internal panels of the doors had glimmering jewelry and flirty little accessories dangling from small brass hooks. Alina hummed thoughtfully to herself before gingerly plucking one of the latter up between delicate thumb and forefinger.

Kimmy leaned forward, frantically finger-fucking herself as she literally drooled over the dragon's horde of indecently expensive clubwear arrayed before her. It made the cherished contents of the old steamer trunk look drab and cheap by comparison.

"A change in style can be symbolic, transformative even." The golden-haired goddess explained in her lyrical accent. "Our outward appearance is the canvas on which we paint a picture of our inner selves for the world to view. I myself have always found that elegance stems from simplicity."

"Simp... simp... simpleness?" Kimmy stuttered, trying to wrap her pulled taffy brain around the complicated, twenty dollar word.

It was a real challenge to remain focused. On one hand, Alina was gorgeously resplendent in her stunning lingerie with all that oh-so-sexy clothing forming an eye-catching backdrop behind her.

On the other hand, the totally hunky studfest on the bed had the slutty maid flipped onto her back so he could pin her slobbering skull to the mattress with both hands and plow his gargantuan cock straight down her eagerly gobbling throat from above.

"Simplicity, girl. Less is more." Alina smoothly corrected, casually twirling something round, pink and glittery around her dainty finger. "Much as they say a cluttered desk is a cluttered mind, I believe the same axiom rings true for our choices in fashion. If your mind is a frazzled mess of meaningless worries about this and that, then your outward appearance will be frazzled in turn. So unsightly. So undignified."

Kimmy didn't want to look frazzled. She saw it everyday on the faces of all those stupid, stupid people who tried to pussyfoot their way into her militarized friend-zone. As if she had such a thing. Except she might now, if this bodacious blonde bombshell wanted to be part of it...

"Don't wanna look frazzled..." She panted, edging like a knife blade but not quite finding the final oomph to summit the peak of her delayed release. "Wanna... wanna... wanna..."

"I know what you want, little one, what you need. There is peace to be found in internal silence, seeking solace in calmness like the surface of a still lake." Alina crooned, reaching down to cup Kimmy's cheek in a warm hand. "Your mind has roiled like rushing rapids for too long. Tumbling and grinding away at your happiness like river stones worn small and slippery by the torrential currents of oppressive expectation and false assurances of future fulfillment."

Kimmy snuggled into that soft palm cradling her pretty face. The last remnants of all her carefully laid plans and ambitions evaporated like fog before the rising sun of the older woman's overpowering presence. Her fingers slowed their twisting in her sodden nethers and she moaned as Alina brushed a elegant thumb over her fat purple lips.

"Ask me to take it all away and I will replace it with endless bliss. I would break the chains of duty and responsibility you have shackled yourself with and release you to finally fly free. Soaring like a beautiful swan off into the clear skies of mindless pleasure and happy endings." The Russian angel whispered seductively and dangled something sparkly in front of Kimmy's sweaty face. "You've done so well today and come so close already. I can help you take the final step, girl. Simply put this on, allow me to dress and primp you, and I will give you anything you desire."

A small satin choker hung from her fingertip, right before Kimmy's nose. It was pastel pink with a silver clasp at the back and a word spelled out in glimmering diamante letters.

"DOLLY"

What did she desire? All those super sex outfits were terribly enticing and being close friends with somebody as perfect as Alina would be, like, totes amazing... Then there was her needy little pussy to consider and the biggest, most incredible dick she had ever seen was being bogarted by that lucky bitch with the cum-soaked face and chest.

But "DOLLY?" Wasn't that a bit...

"Any--Anything?" She managed to stammer.

"Everything." Alina promised huskily, then bent down and kissed Kimmy firmly on her plump purple lips.

The pressure of her moist lips was sublime and her tongue felt sizzling hot as it sought Kimmy's own. A taste like mint and vanilla pervaded the trembling girl's palate as she melted into the blonde temptress. Short micro-bursts of ecstasy sparked through her entire being as they deepened their passionate kiss and Kimmy felt gentle hands snake gracefully over her shoulders and past her neck.

Click!

A cool silky band closed around her slender throat and with all the sudden force of a flash flood, all Kimmy's pent up lust detonated in a bone shaking explosion of carnal fruition.

"HRNNNGH~!"

Her slim musculature seized in a paroxysm of euphoric pleasure and her puffy pussy gushed all over the expensive rug, as she collapsed onto her back in a tangle of strawberry blonde hair, pale jerking limbs, big wobbling tits and squeaky violet latex.

She shuddered and quaked on the bedroom floor as a fireworks extravaganza of orgasmic rapture lit up every nerve and receptor in her barely-legal body, and drowned Kimmy's bubbly brain in deluge of licentious elation.

It was as though every inch of her vibrating flesh was a sexual hotbed of erotic gratification and someone had just flipped the mattress. Like some celestial being had taken fifty lifetimes of fantastic, sheet-clawing sex and boiled it all down into one mind-warping climax designed purely to unwind her on a spiritual level.

When her soul finally returned to her lust-ravaged body, Kimmy found herself propped up on her butt with a firm body seated behind her, her back resting against a cushiony chest and warm arms hugging her tight. The smell of fresh spring blooms and even fresher sex filled her twitching nose, making her giggle deliriously.

"There there, Dolly. Are you feeling better now?" A musically accented voice inquired breathily.

One of the embracing hands came up to brush delicate fingers through her candy stripe blonde hair and it felt good. She wiggled her latex covered ass back into the nice lady's lap and snuggled her pretty little head up under a perfectly angular chin.

Then she giggled again. Giggling felt good too. People should, like, totally giggle all the time. Who didn't like being happy?

"So that's her done now, huh?" A deep masculine voice grumbled. "Kimmy's cooked, and I suppose you have some new use planned for her like you did with Kitten?"

Dolly smiled vapidly up towards the source of the gruff male tone. A dynamically built young man with a thick mane of tawny hair spilling over his broad shoulders and reflective golden eyes stood over her with his massive, engorged manhood swinging in the air between them like a lubricated Louisville slugger.

"She's Dolly now, Darling, not Kimmy." The feminine voice behind her purred in satisfaction. "She was following us and sticking her nose where it didn't belong. She has seen things to which she had no right to bear witness. Now she is my special Dolly, for me to dress up and play with... and to satisfy your manly urges of course. Kitten can't spend her entire day fixed to the end of your impressive erection, she has a house to keep."

Dolly was still marveling at the handsome stud's penile proportions. It was a real bitch-breaker in length and width with heavy veins that pulsed in time with his steady heartbeat. Both pairs of her moist lips--purple above and pink below, respectively--throbbed in lusty yearning at the sight of it, glistening wet and leaking sweet smelling precum onto the carpet between her spread feet.

"That's what we need to talk about, Love. Just look at her, Kimmy didn't have that hair or those whopping great airbags last I saw her. She looks like a cartoon Barbie bimbo. What are you doing to these girls, and for that matter, what are you doing to me? I wasn't born last week and neither did I have a constantly primed Hungarian salami between my legs back then either."

He was getting angry, and it was making the sausage in question twitch and jerk with agitation. Dolly's dilated pupils bobbed along with it, she wasn't really following their conversation with the dripping distraction waving like a meaty polearm in front of her vacantly smiling face.

"Everything I have done has been out of my love and devotion to you, Darling." The woman sounded hurt and the slender arms around Dolly tightened, hugging her for comfort like a stuffed animal. "You are a kind and worthy man but you were suffering at the hands of these wicked shrews. Being held back from your true potential, denied your destiny to become the Lion you were always meant to be. I am simply trying to help in the only way I know how."

Tears fell onto Dolly's scalp and she reached to pat the sad lady's knee where it sat outside of her own. The knee was attached to a shapely thigh wearing some totally sexy green stockings which she started to stroke, enjoying the silky texture under her fingers. Then she giggled, feeling a bit silly.

That made her feel a lot better.

"You can't just go around changing people, Alina. It's unnatural! I just pumped three of the biggest loads of my life into Kitten's hungry belly and she was begging me for more as she passed the fuck out. Now she's just lying there on the bed with a dumb grin on her face and my semen in her eyebrows. It's like I'm all jacked up and angry all the time--"

"Are you angry with me, my Lion?" The sobbing woman--Alina, the giant cunt-splitter just called her Alina-- asked in a small, meek tone. Dolly just kept stroking her wonderfully smooth legs. "My poor heart couldn't bear it if you were upset with me."

"No... No, I'm frustrated about all the secrets but I'm not angry at you, Love. Never that." The pulsing in the mega-dick slowed as some of the heat left its growling voice. "I'm just so angry at the world. Angry that it had to come to this. Most days it seemed like bad shit was happening all the time out there and nobody gave a damn. I used to be scared, powerless to do anything about it and entitled bitches like Kimmy here are simply the inevitable products of that uncaring culture."

Wow but by the sounds of it, whoever this Kimmy was, she sure had it coming. Dolly giggled in relief that she wasn't the object of the monster cock's terrible ire. As usual, the relaxing joyfulness banished any bad vibes like iridescent soap bubbles swept away on a summer breeze.

"Oh Darling, I am so happy you understand! You are right of course, we live in a cruel world but you and I will find the means to fix it together, to make it better. To make ourselves and everybody else better." Alina breathed huskily, changing from a timid mouse to a sultry seductress in the span of a second. "I knew you were a virtuous and honest man from the moment when you first knocked on this lonely widow's door. You just needed a little help, someone to love and nurture your Lion's courage."

"No more holding back, Love. From here on out, you tell me everything." The pussy-crusher was bucking wildly in excitement again and flinging droplets of hot gooey whiteness all over Dolly's skinny legs, tiny latex skirt and flat midriff. She moaned at the warm sensation of it hitting her vulnerable skin. "We are in this together now. So tell me what you have done to Kim--I mean Dolly."

"That's the best part of all of this, Darling." Alina snickered as her glorious breasts rubbed sensuously into Dolly's back. "I scarcely did anything. She has, how do you say, fucked herself on her own petard."

"It's 'hoist herself by her own petard,' Love. It's from Shakespeare but I think I get your meaning. You turned her against herself."

"Well, it was mainly the candy. Much of what my passed husband researched changes people in some way." Alina giggled, so Dolly giggled with her. It was nice to giggle along with other people. "He always commented that if he ever needed more lab rats, he only needed to feed them some candy and soon they were multiplying like ants. Funny, no?"

"You had me throw away that box of old candy, knowing she would investigate it? There was no guarantee that she would have eaten it, Love."

"Oh, these things have a certain pull to them, Darling. Once she stole a few, there was no small chance that she would not take a little taste and that alone would have been enough. She was too prideful of her cunning intellect to recognize the lure before it had hooked her completely and now all that cold brilliance is gone in a puff of icing sugar."

"Fuck, that's unbelievable. You're so fucking hot right now, Alina."

Dolly gasped as Alina's encircling arms shifted and her warm hands started playing across her super-sized breasts. The gorgeous older woman brushed her porcelain skin and pinched her pebbled peaks between cherry-red nails, making her squirm and squeal ticklishly under the teasing touch.

"Thank you, Darling but don't you think my new Dolly is hot too? Why don't you come play with us, we both want it sooo~ badly don't we, Dolly?"

"Play with Dolly!" She chirped in agreement, then giggled again at the chiming lilt in her own voice.

It was high-pitched and little-girlish in a sexy kind of way, as though anything more serious than happy erotic noises and cutesy pillow talk would sound entirely ridiculous coming from her plush purple lips.

"Jeezus fuck! Look at those tits... she's so slim and small but those tits are fucking ginormous even when compared to your heavenly perfection, Love."

"Hmmm, thank you Darling. I love the way you gaze upon my body but right now I want you to break in our new plaything. Look at the poor girl, she needs to feel my Lion's strong touch on her supple young flesh."