He looked at her, his eyes smoldering. “Later. I need to fuck you."
"And I need to be fucked, but let me lick you. Just a little."
Barely controlling his need, Guy walked to the end of the bed where she knelt and rammed his cock hard into her waiting mouth. Shelly sighed with pleasure. He wrapped his fingers tightly in her hair and began to use her mouth as if it was a pussy, pumping his groin against it and fucking her throat.
Shelly watched in the mirror. His magnificent body pounded her mouth. The muscles in his well-sculpted, hairless arse arched each time he shoved his hard cock into her mouth. His hairy balls jiggled and danced with the rhythm. Then she shut her eyes. If she watched anymore, she would climax right there and then all over his sheets before he had even entered her.
After several minutes, Guy removed his cock from her mouth. It was wet and shiny from her saliva. He bent and kissed her swollen lips. Then slowly, never taking his hungry blue eyes from hers, he undressed her. When he was finished, she lay there naked before him, her hand lost in the blonde apex at the top of her legs. He turned her over, placing her on all fours. He kissed the fingers that she had been using to pleasure herself; they were warm and musky with her smell.
Kneeling behind her delectable little ass, he massaged her butt cheeks, while he watched his other hand, as the fingers, long and brown, slid in and out of her pussy. Pulling her swollen lips widely apart, he stared into her crack. It was pink, red, and all hot and wet for him.
Taking the tip of his cock, he slid it into her pussy, then out again. He watched the tight little slit stretch and cover the base of his cock with its pink skin. With a grunt, he started to move in and out of her slowly.
Shelly gasped. The feeling of having him behind her, doggie-style, was unbelievable. It was painful yes, due to his sheer size, but unbelievably erotic. She sighed and moaned.
Guy eased up his pace a little. “Okay?"
"Yes.” She gulped for breath. “Could ... could you fuck me, really hard?"
"Are you sure you can take it?” His voiced held a question, but she still couldn't mistake the wanting she heard in its raspy timbre.
"No.” She gasped again, as he slid the full length of his cock into her. “But ... but I want to try."
Gripping her buttocks, Guy began to fuck her hard, really hard, just as he'd always wanted to. He glanced at the mirror, which showed his large body moving, pumping against her much smaller frame, driving her up the bed with his thrusts. Then he turned his attention back to the view before him—his thick cock sliding in and out of her blonde little lips and the delectable little buttocks, not much bigger than his hand.
Shelly buried her face in the pillow so as not to scream. He was large and that, combined with his powerful thrusts, was painful. Then he drove in her one last time and something magical happened. Although the pain was as great as before, she came on his cock. Shuddering, seconds later, she came again and again, until she believed that the pleasure might actually kill her.
Guy gasped. Her tight little pussy, contracting, time and time again, on his cock, was the best feeling he'd ever experienced, now that he knew she was his woman. When she exploded one last time, her juices poured out of her pussy in a whooshing noise, onto his balls and down his legs. He came. When the seed of his desire spurted into the latex condom, he wished so much it was inside her female body. Exhausted, Shelly fell forward onto her stomach. Guy, with a self-satisfied smile, rolled off of her and pulled her up firmly against his perspiration-soaked chest. He kissed her cheek, then still a bit breathless, said, “I take it you're staying here, then?"
Shelly gave him a bittersweet, winsome smile. “Since I've checked out of the hotel and my suitcase is here, I might as well. That is, if you don't mind having a female house guest for the next five weeks."
He hugged her. “Darling, I think I'm going to love it."
Chapter 23
A soft snore broke the low monotonous hum of the air conditioning in the renaissance, Italian designed, hilltop apartment house. Sue looked over her shoulder to where Ted lay on his back; blonde hair ruffled, mouth open and legs spread apart on the four-poster bed. Her eyes focused on his limp penis. It was fairly pale, like the rest of him, but it knew how to pleasure a woman. She could certainly attest to that. She cupped her big, drooping breasts and squeezed her nipples at the memory of their lovemaking.
He was a good lover, but he didn't love her. Sue didn't kid herself about that. He would soon tire of her and move onto the next conquest. It was his nature, so she didn't hate him for it. They were both, in a way, cast from the same mold.
She returned her attention back to the breathtaking view laid out before her. In the distance, the sea, a shimmering turquoise, sparkled. Deep royal blue patches indicated where coral reefs and a host of sea life lay beneath the crystal-clear water. This Sue studied from one of the three floor-to-ceiling windows in her bedroom, as she gazed out over an array of tall, lush, green palm trees and tropical vegetation.
Ted, who she knew loved his ex-fiancée in his own way, had told her before they'd made love that Shelly was set to fly back home to London in a couple hours. She wasn't sorry to see the blonde go. But ever since she'd found out about her leaving, she had wondered if Guy, needing a female body, would allow her to come back into his bed. Sue hoped that he would, his cock was colossal. After a woman tried it, nothing else seemed to quite compare.
Ted, at eight and half inches long and almost three inches thick, was considered a big boy, she supposed. But in comparison to Guy's eleven inches and busting thickness, even his dick paled in comparison.
As she recalled the way Guy's dick had felt pounding into her while she swiveled her tongue in her cousin's pussy, Sue rubbed her hand down her rounded belly and across her shaven pussy. Her pubis was a little rough; looking down, she could see little, glistening red hairs just starting to protrude through the tanned skin. Should she shave, or should she let her fanny get hairy?
Ted had told her that he preferred to go down on a hairy pussy rather a clean-shaven one, but since he wasn't going to stick around much longer, it didn't really matter what he thought. An idea came to her. Perhaps she'd get him to shave her pussy. She always found it extremely arousing when a man removed her body hair.
She looked at her small silver wristwatch, the only thing she wore, and calculated she had about three hours before she should call on Guy. How should she spend it? She looked back at the blonde man on her bed. A bold smile touched her lips. She ran her hands through the shimmering red mantel of her hair that fell down her back and plodded on silent feet back to the bed.
Ted snored on, oblivious, while she bent her face towards his groin and inhaled the scents mingled in his pubic hair. She could smell herself and the stronger scent of his sperm. She picked up one of her huge fat breasts, stuck her swollen nipple in her mouth, and sucked down hard. Heat shot from its sensitive puckered tip down into the pit of her groin and coiled there like a hungry snake.
Kneeling gently on the bed, Sue flung her chubby legs over his lean body, still careful not to touch his sleeping frame. She parted the plump lips of her pussy and gently held the head of his shriveled dick between her forefinger and thumb. Ted moaned a little. A naughty smile touched her lips as she lowered herself down onto his limp cock. Slowly, watching his facial movements, she began to rock back and forth, while she reached behind and cupped his balls. She felt him stirring, growing to hardness within her as his pale eyelashes fluttered open and he pinned her with his stormy grey gaze.
Sue continued to gyrate on him while she said shamelessly, “Well, I was enjoying that, so don't stop fucking me now, baby."
As Ted reached out and grabbed her big, brown nipples, she felt him stiffen to full hardness within her drenched pussy lips. A smile brushing her lips, Sue closed her eyes on a sigh.
* * * *
Guy eagerly threw the front door of his bungalow open. Shelly had left half an hour ago to cancel her airplane ticket an
d to let the proper authorities on the island know she would be staying on. He'd been expecting her back for the last ten minutes or more. He was as eager as a schoolboy to wrap his arms around her tiny body, to cup her firm buttocks in his hands. He desperately wanted to taste the sweetness of her kiss, which was so satisfying, he knew he'd never tire of it. What he hadn't expected was to find Sue, standing on his doorstep in a black leather mini-skirt and a thin white top without a bra.
He blinked and did a double take. Unfortunately, she wasn't just a figment of his imagination as he'd first hoped. He cleared his throat. “Sue, what do you want?"
She ducked her broad-shouldered frame under his arm and sauntered past him into the comfortable coolness of his air-conditioned living room. “Well, honey, I came to see you, of course."
Guy let the door fall closed and turned to face her. “Why, may I ask?"
Sue bristled. After the blonde hussy had gone, she had expected a somewhat warmer welcome. “Because I thought maybe you'd like a bit, now that your lady friend is gone."
Suddenly, Guy felt sorry for her. “Shelly's not gone. In fact, she's staying on."
They stared at each other for a long, uncomfortable moment, remembering the good times they'd shared before they'd become lovers, before Shelly had turned up on the scene—Sue's dark green eyes angry and Guy's, the palest of blues speaking nothing but the honest truth. The kitchen cuckoo clock chimed.
It was three in the afternoon.
The door handle turned. Both occupants of the room saw it at exactly the same moment, as they turned in slow motion. Sue hadn't planned to do what she did next. Later, as she thought about it, alone and feeling guilty in her empty apartment, she could only say that spite and longing for the man had prompted her. In the sixteenth century, in the old colonies, perhaps, they would have said that an evil spirit had overtaken her, but Sue knew the only spirit that was in control that day was the wet, unmistakably, hungry one between her legs, her jealous pussy.
Guy, his mouth as dry as a piece of sun-baked sandpaper, watched through wide disbelieving eyes as the redhead ripped open her blouse bearing her huge breasts, yanked down her panties and skirt and wrapped her chubby leg around his hips. He was still trying to push her off when Shelly stepped through the door. Her beautiful smile faded to a look of utter horror as her huge pale green eyes took in a scene that couldn't have seemed any less than condemning.
Sue fell to the floor as Guy pushed her off and ran to catch up with Shelly. She was halfway along the white sandy beach when he caught up with her. Adrenaline pumping the blood too quickly through his veins, he knew it was crazy but he felt as guilty as hell, like a little boy caught in the bathroom reading a dirty magazine by his mother. He had to explain, although he'd done nothing wrong. He felt the need to explain, but somehow, when his explanation came out, it only made him seem guilty of the crime he hadn't committed. “It's not what it looked like back there, you've got it all wrong."
Shelly recoiled inside. Hadn't a certain strawberry fridge magnet spoken the same words when she'd caught Ted screwing her bridesmaid? She felt nothing in that moment and she hoped it would stay that way. The nothingness was a hell of a lot better, she supposed, than the heart rendering pain that was to come. For come, she was sure it certainly would as she looked at the lightly clad tourists dashing about like a hive of bees along the walkways dotting the beach like welts.
Absolutely scared stiff of losing her, this woman that he loved, Guy pulled her against his chest. She made no protest, was silent in his arms. He smiled. Good. When her foot connected a moment later with his balls, he hadn't been expecting it and he fell hard to the sand. He watched her stroll angrily away from him along the beach, her feet bare and her blonde hair plaited. It came to him that he had fallen in love with her almost two weeks ago, when she'd kicked him in the privates. The same excruciating pain, which shot through his body now, had also shot through his body then. Through watering eyes, he watched her put more distance between them, and she'd looked just as God damn unattainable.
With all his will, he got to his feet and followed her. Only to feel the stinging palm of her hand against his face minutes later. She wouldn't talk to him, wouldn't look him in the eye. In fact, he was sure that she would have bit him if she could. Guy, rubbing the side of his stinging jaw and walking with his legs spread apart so as not to upset his aching balls, decided he would give her a little time to calm down, until she saw sense, then he would speak to her. He hadn't done anything wrong. When she calmed down, she would realize that. He convinced himself, for the idea that perhaps she wouldn't believe him and come to terms with what she'd seen, was unbearable to him.
Not registering the blistering blue sky above, nor the grains of sand which felt pleasant as they slipped through his bronzed toes, he headed back to his bungalow, and to Sue whom with the force of his conviction, he was going to make understand that there had never been a ‘them', nor would there be for his heart belonged to only one woman.
A crooked smile twisted his lips, it had to for what other man on the planet would, after being kicked in the nuts not once but twice by a girl, still be crazy about her?
* * * *
Shelly, having for reasons only known to herself, kept her true departure time from Guy, left without saying goodbye. Tears were streaming down her face and her heart was in shreds.
Less than an hour later, having managed to get her original seat, she stepped onto the small plane, which would take her to where she would catch her connecting flight. There was no one to see her off from the small dusty airport that normally just delivered letters and postcards, because she wanted it that way.
In her emotional state, watching the island of Male shrink as the plane soared higher, she couldn't have survived a farewell scene with Guy. She barely survived the flight home as it was.
Chapter 24
Shelly frowned as she looked through the round bathroom window at the overcast, dreary day. The sunless November sky was as cold and merciless-looking as she supposed a winter sky ever got. She pulled at the neck of her shapeless grey pullover, something that she hadn't needed only weeks ago on the Maldives, but which the chill of a breezy day in England made a necessity. She'd waited three weeks before working up enough nerve to take the test. For all that time, she ignored the peculiar changes in her body, argued against her instincts. Guy was right; one burst condom, the odds were that she was letting her foolish imagination run away with her. She took a deep breath, left the pregnancy test on the side of the sink and stepped from the bathroom into the hall, which was considerably warmer.
"No, girl!” her friend Claire cried, her pudgy frame physically blocking Shelly's way to the living room and her flyaway brown hair looking as dangerous as Medusa's head of snakes. “You're doing the test and that's final."
Still pale after another bout of morning sickness, Shelly implored, “But there's really no need. I feel fine."
The look in her friend's russet-brown eyes was dubious. “If there's really no need, then why don't you just do the test and prove me wrong?"
"Honestly, Claire.” Shelly, despite her light tone, shivered. “I'm fine."
"Yeah, right, and I'm the Virgin Mary.” Claire ushered her bodily into the bathroom with a stark warning. “And don't come out until you've done the test."
Shelly decided it couldn't hurt any. On her first attempt, she was so nervous, she dropped the thin paper strip into the toilet bowl, invalidating the test. On her second try, her hand was shaking so badly, she nearly dropped it again. Somehow, despite her precariously shaking hand, she managed to hold onto the test strip long enough to get a reading. Then she dropped it, because it was positive.
Her entire body began to tremble violently as if she had been forced to walk naked through a winter's snow. Her stomach clenched so hard that she lurched for the sink, where she was thankfully sick into the circular white bowl. Gasping for breath, she forced herself to do a third, then a fourth test, just to be sure. Bot
h turned out the same way.
She was pregnant.
Shelly didn't want this. This wasn't how her life was supposed to turn out—a single mother, age twenty-six. She'd been perfectly happy until now, without children, without Guy. She closed her eyes as another wave of nausea threatened to overtake her. God, but she missed him, she missed his smile, she missed the way he had made her laugh and most of all she missed the way that he had made her feel special. She sighed heavily, as hard as it was, she'd just have to try and forget Guy. There was another little person who needed consideration now.
A life. That was what this was all about. There was a tiny life inside her, waiting and growing. Just as she'd once been a tiny life inside her mother. Her mother had cherished her and brought her into the world. Could she possibly do anything less herself?
Shelly sank to the checkered bathroom floor, her teary eyes staring at the test strip. What would she do? What could she do with this life that Guy had given her? She dropped her face in her hands and sobbed.
A moment later, the door opened and Claire asked softly, “It's positive then?"
Shelly nodded helplessly. Where there had been pain and perhaps worry before, there was only a gaping emptiness. “Oh, what am I to do?” she asked desolately.
Claire knelt before her. “The only thing you can, love, the only thing women since time began have done and that's have it."
Shelly sobbed. “But I'm scared."
"Don't be.” Claire patted Shelly's hand in a gesture mean to comfort. “I'm here, love."
Shelly wrapped her arms tightly around her friend's plump shoulders and proceeded to cry her eyes out. She really appreciated Claire's support but when she was honest with herself, all she really wanted was Guy.
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