Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  “Dear lord!” Murkgreed groaned himself. “Your naughty lips... they massage me so well! Oh god...”

  And with that, the feeling of her lips being too much for him to handle, Murkgreed fired off his own load of sexual delight! Right into her unprotected pussy... filling the lass with a shot of burning, white hot cum! His fingers clawing at the back of Willow, digging in and pulling her closer, making sure to use her body in order to milk out every last drop of his satisfaction.

  “You've done it, wench!” He yelled. “You've unleashed my seed! Do you feel it, young Willow!”

  “Oh god... yes, yes... So hot and full!” She winced.

  And with that, the driver called out from above.

  “Here we are, Lord Murkgreed!” As the stagecoach came to an abrupt stop.

  And here, with Willow Woods' wanton deed having been completed... she smiled to herself, for many, many reasons.

  ***

  “That was the most satisfaction I have ever felt!” She gushed to the older man. “I will always remember it fondly, my Lord Murkgreed.”

  Willow turned to leave the stagecoach as she said this, but suddenly felt the powerful grip of Lord Murkgreed holding onto her arm.

  “My lord?” She questioned, looking back over her shoulder. “Is there... something else? I really must be going, you know.”

  This comment caused the handsome fellow to burst with laughter. But soon, he spoke with a lusty, serious expression.

  “My dear Willow... we both know what has transpired here. And I have a reputation to think of.”

  “What do you mean, Lord Murkgreed? I will never tell a soul!” Willow pleaded.

  “All very well and good, but we both know, young Willow... that I cannot let you go. Ruination would surely set in. You must have known this would happen.”

  And with that, he slung the girl over his shoulder and exited the stagecoach – whereupon Willow saw that the driver had taken them to some far off, secluded manor. One which Willow did not recognize in the least.

  The girl's stomach sank, as that all too familiar emotion of regret filled her young body... It became abundantly clear that her treacherous dalliance with Lord Murkgreed was just beginning...

  Story 4

  It was the day he'd been looking forward to for a great while now. His slightly older, excessively horny friend had told him of the mythical time – and it excited the young, 19 year old lad!

  Mouth-watering tales of the older women venturing in for their first day of summer massages and mud baths. With the mothers free at last, having sent their little brats off to summer camp or space camp or some other far away place... they invariably headed out to treat themselves to the much needed day of spa relaxation.

  And, seeing as how youthful Charlie had just managed to become employed at this most prestigious of spas... he eagerly awaited to see if the stories of lore held any truth in them. Or if they were merely filthy fantasies propagated by his conniving little friend. Although, some credence was given to the idea by Charlie's own girlfriend. She was, indeed, the one who had secured him a position at this establishment. The virginal lass worked there herself, for about a year now. She thought it would be a grand idea if the two of them could take up summer jobs at the same place.

  “Oh,” Sasha had gushed, “It will be fantastic, Charlie! We can have so much fun working together! I know all of the staff there, even my stepmom goes here!”

  Ahh, yes... perhaps this was what most tempted Charlie to take on the position. For he was never really one to desire a job or work hard anywhere. Being young, lazy, and carefree – he much preferred lounging about playing sports or killing time playing a few video games on the computer. But, how could the curious lad pass up the opportunity to stare at MILFs and hot moms all day? Especially Dalia... his girlfriend's stepmother.

  Oooh... with her flawless, creamy skin! Those heavenly breasts, so big and full! And the way she was forever wearing tight, revealing clothing – as if the woman knew she still had all the goods and wanted to flaunt it to the world. Charlie sure didn't mind! Although Sasha, his girlfriend, had commented on the spectacle a number of times. She found it a bit embarrassing at times... to be shown up by her own stepmother! It's difficult to compete with such seductive maturity. The way Dalia's body had developed into sheer sexual perfection! Her wide hips, thick ass, and juicy thighs. She was the picturesque MILF in every sense of the world.

  Charlie certainly understood this... as his mouth would drop in awe every time she entered the room. Why, Sasha had to physically pull him along a good number of times after the lad had been rendered stiff (in more ways than one...) by the enticing woman. Though neither Charlie or Sasha had ever done the dirty deed... he most assuredly fantasized about it quite often! And how could he not?! Being a youthful, virile man with a large, healthy sexual organ! Of course he wanted to spear his own MILF, setting out on a conquest to dip this sturdy sword into the southern, dripping wet sheath of a foxy maiden.

  And maybe, just maybe... this summer job would be his best chance to do so. Or at least gawk and perv at all the beautiful MILFs coming into the place!

  ***

  ***

  “You know my mom and her friend will be coming today, don't you?” Sasha asked as she folded a towel beside Charlie.

  The girls felt close enough that Sasha referred to her as 'mom' even though they lacked any real blood relations. It just made things easier that way.

  But oh my... Charlie found himself lost in a naughty reverie at her comment! The moment Sasha had utter the words my mom and coming today... the lusty lad lost all control! He immediately envisioned the sexy MILF lowering down onto his hard cock – greased up and shiny from all of the massaging oils. Taking hold of her big, meaty ass and giving it a good squeezing before feeling her tight pussy grip onto the head of his dick!

  The young man let out a heavy sigh, followed by an awkward moan – made all the more odd due to the fact that they were at work and several other people stood beside them.

  “Uhh, what the hell Charlie?” Sasha questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

  “Oh...” He paused, finally remembering where he was (and also needing to conceal the southern protrusion in his pants). “I just had a bad stomach cramp there.”

  “Mmhmm,” his girlfriend nodded. “As I was saying, my stepmom will be coming by today. She said she wanted the place extra clean!”

  “Clean?” Charlie questioned. “What all is she coming here for?”

  He was hoping for quite an extensive list of activities, giving him maximum chance for naughty staring.

  “Probably the full works. Rub down, spa, and facial,” the girl replied.

  But oh my, she'd done it again! Facial... Charlie's mind was back in the gutter once more, as he let out yet another sigh of pleasure.

  “Stomach again?” Sasha inquired, crossing her arms.

  “Oh, yeah... right! Arg! The stomach is really bugging me now,” he tried to cover. Just like he needed to cover his growing manhood. The mere mention of this delightful stepmother seemed to trigger his cock to expand and stretch, desperately wanting to be free of its constraints! It seemed to be like a water witcher's wand seeking out the largest reservoir of water within a thousand miles.

  “So I'll need you to get their table ready. She's coming along with a friend, Mrs. Maple – those two always make this trip together. Something about being therapeutic with a friend or something,” Sasha waved her hand in the air.

  “Yes m'am!” Charlie shouted, bringing a hand to his forward in an obedient salute. “What first, captain!”

  “Uh huh...” She smirked. “Well, why don't you get the massage tables ready. They're going to be here soon, mom just texted me.”

  “You don't want to handle it? To make sure it's done right?” Charlie asked, already beginning to sweat with anticipation of the task.

  “No... that seems a little weird to me. You just go do it, ok?”

  And there came that audible moan of
his again...

  “Stomach,” Sasha rolled her eyes.

  ***

  ***

  Charlie found himself entering into the smallish room, placing the two massage tables at their designated locations. He already found himself imagining how the two mature MILFs would look while lying on top of those well-padded cushions... totally in the nude! Aside from a towel, at least at the start.

  How desperately he wished to see Sasha's stepmother strip down and showcase her lovely curves. Even while wearing normal attire, the woman manage to capture every lewd craving the boy ever had! She possessed such endless sex appeal. That sumptuous body! Thick, voluptuous, and all woman!

  Too bad he wouldn't actually get to stay and witness the erotically charged rubbing. He was, after all, just there to prepare the room. To make sure all the candles were placed in the correct locations, to see that all the lotions found their proper spots and so on. Never in a million years would he get to lay a hand on the irresistible woman! But what a treat it would be...

  And so the young lad found himself falling farther into lusty reverie – envisioning the mature woman climbing onto the table, her towel dropping just ever so slightly to expose the upper portion of her butt. That little taste of her crack... hinting at the treasures located just a bit farther south. How enticing her tits would look, hanging free and wild there. Maybe she'd be shy at the start and keep the cloth wrapped around them, or perhaps she'd use both of her hands to cup the nipples and maintain a bit of her modesty. Charlie certainly hoped not! He'd always wondered what those glorious breasts looked like... never having seen a pair in person before, he found himself quite aroused by the idea!

  Watching porn would never prepare a horny man for the real thing, he knew as much. Hazel, the stepmother, harbored a body better looking than any Charlie had seen in porn anyway. It was like comparing fast food to fine dining. Sure, any street slut can get you off... but it takes a real woman to deliver those untold pleasures, fulfilling every wanton fantasy, and dirty longing! That is what Charlie wished for. Not a simple little whore to stroke his cock, but for a goddess to blow his mind!

  And so he continued setting up the equipment, until at last he had completed the task in full. It was then that his fantasies got the best of him, as he felt the overwhelming urge to drop his pants and take hold of the raging rod that had grown from the mere act of thinking about the seductive Hazel. His dick was fully erect, pressing firmly into the inside of his underwear. Straining and pressing on the material, to an uncomfortable degree as it were. Like being enclosed in a room to small to twist or turn. The cramped locale physically hurt his manhood – and couple with the stinging aches of desire to quite literally fuck Hazel... Charlie's shaft was in bad shape!

  “Ahh...” He groaned, wincing in pain a tad bit.

  But... could he actually whip out his cock on the spot?! Right here in the massaging room? The management would probably frown on that sort of thing. Although, then again it was essentially a medical emergency. Realistically, how much longer could Charlie tolerate this intense displeasure? And how much longer could his hard-on become! Something just had to give!

  ***

  ***

  The young man peered nervously over his shoulder, looking toward the door for any sign of movement or indication of Hazel's arrival. Nothing. Not a shadow or a footstep.

  And evidently that was all the reassurance Charlie needed... because a moment later, he had his pants dropped down low around his ass, with his impressive cock finally freed from its prison! The naughty fellow took up his position at the front of the massage table – right where he imagined the MILF's mouth to be stationed. He then set about picturing her lips spread wide open, making room for his girthy cock. Charlie stroked the shaft slowly, waiting for her jaw to lower just a bit more. He moaned all the while, pumping his hips back and forth, effectively humping his own hand to simulate the advances of his girlfriend's stepmother.

  Charlie found himself getting quite involved with the fantasy! With one hand gripping his cock, the leaned forward against the table so that the lower section of his knuckles were braced against the edge. This locked his cock in place, and he was able to pump through his hands – back and forth, driving his dick through the tight grip of his fingers. A sensational experience as it were!

  The heavy panting came next, followed by the erotic groans of pleasure...

  Charlie pumped and pumped! Looking down and hoping to see Hazel's mouth wrapped around his meaty dick, her tongue flipping around the tip like those porn girls in all the videos he'd seen. Charlie always imagined that technique feeling extra good – and if the hot mother ever performed it on him... good lord! The young man felt quite certain that he'd blow his load right on the spot, before even a quarter of his southern staff could enter past her lips. The woman had such beautiful eyes... the kind he wished to see staring up at him while his cock explored the back of her throat! Sure, the boy had dirty thoughts galore! Make no mistake, these were not romantic inclinations in the least. It was a primal craving to experience the older woman's sexual delights.

  “Oh god, yes...” He moaned, tilting his head back as the young man's eyes closed tightly. “Fuck yes! God Hazel, you suck that cock so well... fuck! I've wanted your pussy for so long! Every time I'm with your daughter, I just think about what it would be like fucking you...”

  Charlie humped that table with an ungodly force, rocking it back and forth, continuing his onslaught of dirty, foul talk. Calling out Hazel's name as he did so, telling her how wonderful her body felt, and how fantastic she made his cock feel...

  But, apparently the young man was enjoying the solo-session a little too much – as he failed to hear the door opening up behind him. And as a result, he took no notice of the tempting, big boobed woman who entered into the room.

  ***

  ***

  Uh! Uh! Charlie grunted, slamming his hips forward over and over – shaking and jostling the table about so badly that it seemed the object might snap in half. Though his love lance was in no danger of suffering the same fate, so hard, rigid, and sturdy it was!

  The mature woman looked on with great delight, not an ounce of surprise or shock in her face. For she loved the sight of a horny youngin' pleasuring himself... and she immediately began to think of what it would be like to be pleasured by the same cock that he was holding. Sexy Hazel, the stepmother of his girlfriend, had her lusty eyes trained right onto the package of Charlie. And she liked what she saw...

  And, just as any good temptress does, she waited until just before the moment of orgasm to speak. That point right at which Charlie's sounds reached an all-time high, as did his frenetic pace. Ramming and slamming the table! Hazel saw his butt tense, and in that instant she knew he would cum if not interrupted. The dirty devil...

  “Ahem,” she coughed loudly. Only to no effect... and time was running short (unlike Charlie's manhood)! “AHEM!” Hazel yelled quite forcefully this time.

  It did the trick, as the sweaty brow of Charlie snapped toward his rear – and those virgin eyes of his bulged from his head like over-sized baseballs! Complete and utter terror written upon his face. Now, for a young man to be rendered into such a state would take quite a happening. Especially when he was right on the brink of coming. But, that was precisely what Hazel's body and presence did to him. Petrified stiff!

  “Mi-mi-mi,” he stuttered. “Miss Hazel!?”

  “Yes Charlie, that's correct,” she smiled. “And just what are you doing here?” Came the MILFs coy reply.

  “I-I-I-I...” The youthful lad had no idea how to answer, what with his cock still pulsating and throbbing, one hand clutching the mighty shaft whose only desire was to spray forth its steaming hot contents!

  “Well Charlie,” Hazel purred, stepping forward. “It looks like you're trying to do a two person job all by yourself, doesn't it?”

  “W-w-w-w-hat do you mean, Miss Hazel?” He mumbled, unsure whether he should put his pants back on or remain ver
y still, as if she might be some kind of visual predator who only responded to movement. But, with the rate his cock throbbed... there was movement enough, regardless!

  “I mean, young man...” She approached even closer to the lad. “Don't stop on my account. I like what you've got there, and I like what you were doing – but I bet you'd prefer a bit more involvement from the spectator, wouldn't you?”

  “Involvement?” He gulped, though feeling somewhat recharged by the fact that she had complimented his cock – or so it seemed...

  “Mmmhmm, with this here!” Hazel smirked, reaching a hand out and taking hold of Charlie's shaft. The virgin's manhood had been gripped for the first time in its existence by another human being! A sexy, beautiful MILF this time, in fact! The stepmother of his own girlfriend! Charlie couldn't believe it! He nearly toppled over backwards, so shocked and alarmed by the boldness of her gesture.