Fake Bride

by Willow Cravings

  “Better than you can ever imagine...”

  The End

  Story Five

  Copyright 2018

  All Rights Reserved.

  Disclaimer: This ebook is a work of fiction. Any resemblance characters in this story may have to real people is coincidental.

  No section of this book may be copied or reproduced without the author's permission.

  Description

  Ms. Harper has had her eye on Ryan since he came home for the summer. She wants him to explore all of her curves.

  Watch out! This one is smoking hot!

  Chapter One

  I returned home for the summer after my first year being at college. I never knew I could miss this place that much. But the street I grew up on had so many memories. Not much had changed in the year I'd been gone.

  My best friend, Jack, and I used to spend so much time together. I knew it would be difficult going to different schools. I had gone out of state while he stayed home and went to a community college. I had barely talked to him while I was away and I was sure that he had made new friends and moved on.

  Apparently I was wrong because I had barely been home a few hours when the doorbell rang. I opened to find Jack looking about the same since I saw him last.

  His blonde hair was cut short and combed back. He had on a t-shirt that said: “Suck it.” Classic Jack. He was always the guy your parents said was a bad influence and to stay away. Well I didn't stay away.

  “You're finally fucking back, Ryan,” he said, opening up his arms for a hug.

  We embraced for a moment but not too long because that would've been weird. “It's been a long time, Jack.”

  “Why didn't you come back home for spring break or Christmas?”

  I turned back and called out, “I'm going out for awhile! I'll be back for dinner.”

  I pulled Jack outside and closed the front door. Even though Jack was my best friend my parents still didn't like me having him over at the house. Our usual hangout was his parent's house or just sitting on the sidewalk.

  We walked down the street, passing kids playing street hockey. “I got a job at school and I had to work during the breaks. My parents weren't going to give me any spending money so I had to survive.”

  Jack nodded. “Same with me. I had to get a job at a sandwich shop.”

  “That sucks. I can't imagine having to make sandwiches all day.”

  “You don't even know the half of it. If I told you what went on there, you'd never eat at a food place again. So what job did you get?”

  I groaned. “A men's clothing store at the mall. It's the absolute worst. Long hours and getting yelled at all day by customers is not what I want to do after I graduate.”

  Jack agreed. “College better be worth it. I don't want to be spending all the time and money to be still making sandwiches.”

  We crossed the pavement to the opposite side of the street. “You get any ass while I was gone?” I asked.

  Jack blushed and shook his head. “I'm just going to be honest. The drought is still going on and there's not sign of it stopping.”

  “No need to be embarrassed. I'm in the same boat as you. I've still never been with anyone.”

  “So we're older now but still as inexperienced as ever.”

  “If I don't get laid before college is over, my life is going to be over before it even starts,” I replied.

  We stopped in our tracks when we hit the Harper's home. Their big window at the front of their house looked right into their living room.

  I pointed to the window. “Look Jack, Mrs. Harper is working out.”

  Mrs. Harper was wearing the tightest black yoga pants I'd ever seen. Her long golden hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I could only see her from behind but she was wearing a black sports bra. I knew from watching her before that her tits were absolutely gigantic. I could just imagine them struggling to break through the tight sports bra.

  “Correction, Ryan. It's Ms. Harper now.”

  I turned to Jack, my eyes still focused on Ms. Harper. “What?”

  “Divorced for six months now.”

  “Holy shit. That's crazy. She had been married for what fifteen years?”

  Jack cocked his eyebrow at me. “You know how long she'd been married?”

  I shrugged. “I pay attention to the details.”

  We both turned our attention back to Ms. Harper. She bent over and her ass looked glorious. It was nice and big, the yoga pants looking like they were about burst.

  Jack licked his lips. “Fuck me. I'd love to get a piece of that. I can't believe how fucking sexy she is. I might need to go home soon and have a little fun time.”

  I knew what he meant. The erection in my pants was becoming very uncomfortable. “Remember when she used to tan outside on the front lawn?”

  Jack's eyes went big. “You're going to make me cream my pants. That damn yellow bikini she used to wear. That was my first boner.”

  “You remember your first boner?”

  “You don't? I mean it was one of the best moments of my life. I was walking by her house and she called me over to get her the suntan lotion that was just out of reach. I watched her lather those perfect melons for what seemed like hours. By the time she told me to run off, my cock was so stiff that it hurt.”

  “I'm sick of fantasizing and dreaming. I'm going to do something about it.”

  Chapter Two

  Jack laughed. “Yeah what are you going to do? Knock on her door and tell her that you're ready to fuck for the first time.”

  I smirked at Jack. “Not that exactly but yes.”

  The pathway to Ms. Harper's front door was very long. Jack had the most dumbfounded expression on his face.

  I tried to muster up as much courage as I could but I was sweating bullets. What the hell are you doing, Ryan?

  The front door seemed so imposing. Big, wide, and very hard. I went to knock and stopped myself. I turned my head back to Jack and he was standing still in shock. He probably wanted to know where I got my new pair of iron balls.

  I took in a deep breath and rapped on the door. Jack's head was swinging up and down in big motions. Ms. Harper was coming to the door.

  The rest of my breath was taken straight from my lungs when Ms. Harper opened the door. She had aged very well since the last time I saw her. Somehow she looked even hotter and somehow her huge breasts were even bigger.

  If that's even possible?

  Beads of sweat were collecting in her cleavage. I couldn't stop staring down her sports bra that made it look like her balloons were about to pop.

  “Is that you, Ryan?” she asked.

  I couldn't find my voice. My eyes slowly shifted up to hers and I made eye contact. My entire body turned a dark shade of red. “Yes it's me, Ms. Harper.”

  She put her hand up on the door and rested against it. “You sure have gotten a lot bigger since the last time I saw you. How is college? I bet your getting all the women.”

  I blushed even more. “College is going very well.”

  An awkward silence passed. I had no idea what to say next. I didn't think that far as I walked up to her door.

  “I'm glad you're back. Can I help you with something?” Her hand reached up and pulled her hair tie out. A waterfall of blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders.

  My cock throbbed in my pants. I had never like I needed to fuck someone so badly before. It actually hurt.

  I coughed before starting, “I'm trying to make some extra money while I'm home for the summer. Is there any chores around the house that you need done?”

  Ms. Harper put her fingertip on her lips, thinking about what I said. Those plump lips of hers were begging to be kissed. “The downstairs toilet has been acting up lately. Do you know how to fix toilets?”

  I nodded even though I had never touched the inside of a toilet before. “Toilets are easy.” I replied.

  “Good, why don't you come over tomorrow and fix it for me.”

 
; Before I knew it, the door was closed and I was walking back towards Jack. A stunned expression was glued to my face.

  “You better tell me everything that happened,” Jack said as we walked back to our houses on the sidewalk.

  “I'm going over there tomorrow to fix her toilet.”

  “No fucking way. She's going to let you inside her house? This is it, Ryan. Your big moment,” Jack said.

  “Let's not get too hasty here. She might really need me to fix a toilet and that's all. That means I need to learn everything about toilets tonight.”

  “You need to make this happen, Ryan. For both of us. I can live my dream through you. You need to do whatever it takes to make this happen.”

  I nodded. “I'm going to go home and start studying.”

  “Well I'm going to go rub one out. It's the only way I'm going to be able to think clearly the rest of the day. Good luck tonight. What time are you going over there tomorrow because I want to walk with you.”

  “I was thinking after lunch. Does she still work out every day at 2:30 PM?”

  Jack nodded. “Like clockwork. It's 2:45 PM right now.”

  “Ms. Harper looks so good when she's sweaty, flushed, and a little out of breath.

  Jack and I went to our separate homes. I ran upstairs and sat down at my computer desk. I spent the next few hours watching youtube videos on how to repair toilets.

  It actually didn't seem that hard. I didn't know what kind Ms. Harper had but most of them seemed universal. I could actually pull it off.

  I got into bed around three in the morning, my boner still so hard from the afternoon encounter with Ms. Harper. My balls were hot and heavy, screaming at me to do something about it. But I didn't want to touch myself.

  I wanted desire to be oozing out of my skin tomorrow when I went over to Ms. Harper's.

  I had to appear irresistible to her.

  Chapter Three

  I spent all morning getting ready for my big day. I went from wearing dress clothes to just jeans and a t-shirt.

  It wouldn't make much sense for me to show up being all formal to repair a toilet. But the t-shirt and jeans I picked out were the best of the best.

  The white t-shirt was tight and did a good job at showing off my arms and pecs. My gray jeans were very tight. Almost too tight and I wondered if I would have a problem if I got an erection.

  Jack stood outside his house, waiting for me with his arms crossed. It was like I was getting my very own parade.

  “Ready for your big moment?” he asked me.

  “Ready as I'll ever be.”

  Jack massaged my shoulders as we strolled down the sidewalk. “You got this champ. You need to win this for all the guys out there who have dreamed of being in your position.”

  I punched the air like I was a boxer. “Nothing can faze me.”

  We stopped a couple houses down from Ms. Harper's. “How do I look?” I spun around slowly for Jack.

  He shrugged. “Okay I guess. You could've worn a t-shirt that didn't have a stain on it.” Jack pointed to the very bottom of my white shirt.

  I looked down and saw a small blue circle. “It's just a little bit of toothpaste.” I licked my finger and wiped my shirt.

  “Now you look like a champion.”

  “Here goes nothing,” I said and started my walk.

  “Good luck. We're all cheering for you!”

  I took deep breath after deep breath as I walked to Ms. Harper's house. It was a hot summer day out and I could feel the sweat collecting under my armpits.

  I spotted Ms. Harper in her living room working out in yoga pants and a sports bra again. I could feel a stirring in my pants already.

  You can do this, Ryan. I went to knock on the door and Ms. Harper opened it up before I could hit it.

  She was looking even better than yesterday. Her hair was back up in a ponytail and the sports bra holding in those big breasts was pink. She used a small white towel to wipe the sweat from her brow.

  “Ryan! I'm glad you came. Come on in.”

  She stepped out of the way and I walked inside. I got a whiff of her sweet perfume that almost sent me over the edge. I could feel the heat radiating off her as she passed by me.

  “The bathroom is down this way,” she said. Ms. Harper led the way and I watched her hips sway from side to side and her bubbly ass bounce. I had to bite my fist to keep from climaxing right in front of her.

  She brought me to an expensive bathroom with ornate wallpaper and marble counters. “Here's the toilet that's been causing all the problems.”

  I tried my best to ignore this hot older woman in front of me and focus on fixing the toilet. I hit the handle and flushed it.

  The water flushed away and as it refilled the toilet, a high-pitched scream came from inside the basin.

  “That's exactly what happens every time. I don't really mind it but it's kind of embarrassing whenever I have guests over.”

  “This might take a little while. I'll have to check inside the basin,” I replied.

  “How about something to drink? Soda?”

  “Yeah that's fine.”

  Ms. Harper left me alone in the bathroom and I now had to put my limited knowledge of house repair to work.

  I picked up the heavy lid and checked all the parts. Everything seemed fine and connected together. I flushed the toilet again and the basin emptied. When it began to refill, the screeching came from the fill valve which was the tall plastic piece.

  I wasn't sure how to fix it but I knew that I could try and take it apart to see if that would help. I put my hands in the tank water and started to take each piece out.

  Ms. Harper came in with a coke. “I can see you're getting pretty dirty there. Here's your soda.” She set it down on the counter.

  “Thank you,” I said, taking out the fill valve with a grunt.

  “Do you think you can fix it?”

  “I'm going to clean this part and see if that helps.

  “Well let me know when you're done.”

  I nodded and continued working. When I had everything cleaned and put back in the tank. I flushed the toilet.

  No terrible noise as it filled up.

  Success!

  Chapter Four

  I left the bathroom and didn't see Ms. Harper in the living room or kitchen. “I'm all done here,” I called out.

  A voice came from upstairs. “I'm up here,” she called back.

  Did she really want me to come upstairs? I walked up the flight of steps and didn't know which way to go. Where was she?

  “I'm in my bedroom,” the voice said.

  I followed the sound into the master bedroom. I stood in the doorway. “I fixed it, Ms. Harper.”

  She walked out of the bathroom and pulled her hair out of her ponytail. She looked like the Greek goddess of love. “Do you want to claim your reward now?” Ms. Harper stretched out her sports bra and pulled it over her gargantuan tits, releasing them from their prison.

  My jaw dropped. They were so perfectly round and big. I'd never seen a better pair before. I didn't know what to do. I was frozen in place.

  Ms. Harper walked over to me and took my hands. “Don't you want to feel my tits.” She pressed my palms into her chest.

  A moan escaped my lips as I squeezed them. I had no idea they were so heavy. A hunger came over me and I stuffed my face in her cleavage, my lips wrapping around her nipples. They became hard in my mouth as I sucked on her titties.

  Her fingers ran through my hair. “That feels so good, Ryan.” She suddenly gripped my head and pulled me away. Her lips were on mine before I could catch my breath. She tasted so good. My face began to turn blue from the lack of oxygen.

  Ms. Harper finally released me from her grasp. My cock was in a lot of pain from being pinned in my tight jeans. They were definitely a bad idea.

  “Let's see what we have to work with,” she said. Ms. Harper grabbed my cock over my jeans and stroked me, measuring me with her fingers. I closed my eyes and focuse
d on her touch. “Very nice and big, Ryan. Now take off all your clothes.”

  I tore off my clothes like they were on fire. My cock stood straight up, bouncing up and down. Ms. Harper ran her fingertips along my six-pack abs and over my chiseled arms. My body shivered at her touch. My cock was pulsing in my pants. I would need to release it soon.