Well fuck. I mean FUCK! All this time, how many months had it been? I didn’t even remember. How many shitty meals had I eaten from that bitch who couldn’t cook? Fuck, how many times did I fuck that nasty, smelly, wrinkling, fat ass bitch? All for my Mandy. My wonderful, incredible, delectable, edible, sexpot Mandy. Those shockingly thick thighs, those awkwardly large tits on that tiny body. Her 5 foot 1 frame almost looked comical.
She was a work of art that had to be achieved. Her squat build made it near impossible to appreciate her gifts. Thighs that big belonged on a thick Brazilian babe with a massive ass, a wide body and a come fuck me attitude. Then those tits. 34 C of pure magic. They were perky, firm, bouncy and . . . . delicious. It was crazy come to think of it. I had only actually sucked them three times. Three measly times. Why didn’t I incorporate that into each encounter?
She was all tits and ass, her slightly indented perfectly firm stomach was wonderful, but again, it barely got it’s due with what was above and below. Someday I would get her a big fat diamond for her belly button, something to remind me to appreciate all of her when I was ravaging her body. Assuming that was gonna happen. Fuck!!!
Alright, so to catch you up, I had found Mandy one day and knew she was the woman, well, girl of my dreams. She was, hell she still is perfect in almost every way. I used her ugly, single fat ass mom to get close to her. Her mom hadn’t had much attention from guys since she put on the pounds so to get a halfway decent looking guy like me, she had been all in. Within weeks I was staying over regularly and busy gifts for her daughters, Mandy and Jamie.
All it took was a few sweet compliments, a few gifts and being non-abusive for Mandy to put all her Daddy issue trust into me. Her one shining knight example, just like I had hoped. Our relationship got physical with lots of hugs, little pecks, sitting on my lap, give her little innocent backrubs. In a few months she was completely into me. Her one man to trust, to care for her, to love her, to be there for her. Then a home alone, a little booze, a little, no a lot of herb, and a sexy movie and Mandy didn’t stop me from giving her the first orgasm she hadn’t given herself. For all her outward sexiness she was so untrusting, she had zero personal sexual knowledge.
In her inebriated state, she hadn’t fought me, and drowsily let me make her cum. A few well placed fingers was all it took. Later, the hunger had clearly been birthed. Another late night show in her room, another smoothly created orgasm. This time including her mouth. From then on it had been common place handies and occasional hummers. She hadn’t a clue what to do with her mouth, but like all mind-numbingly hot girls, just being them was enough for a man. Especially an older never had great pussy man like me.
Then the glorious moment I entered her vagina with my penis. The moment my long con came to fruition, and I took the virginity of the most incredibly perfect body in history. And that god damned cunt mother of hers had ruined it! She had come home right in the thick of it. Instead of a hard, fast, intense finish with my man juice filling up Mandy’s tunnel, I had yanked out, squirted all over the place and run down the stairs as soon as I could to keep away suspicion. I thought I rectified it by getting Jolene to go away again, and let me finish properly deflowering Mandy.
But it hadn’t worked that way. She was very angry. Exactly why, I didn’t know. Was she mad I pulled out, was she mad I had left to deal with the issue? Had she wanted us to get caught? I don’t know, but she pretended to be asleep when I returned and in the two weeks since, she has been cold as ice. She barely speaks to me, won’t look at me when she does. She is spending lots of nights at friend’s houses. She still looks amazing, sometimes I think she tries to look extra hot now just to dig into me.
Jolene has been really happy lately, I have fucked her almost every night. I can’t help it, Mandy makes me nearly cum in my pants, so I need SOMEWHERE to cum. Her mom is as logical a place as any, since in the dark I can pretend she is her eldest daughter. But otherwise I am just beside myself. Everything I could want in life . . . and I had it. I had it!! Now I had lost it, and I was losing my shit.
I was staring at Mandy too much, I was distracted all the time, with her running around in my mind. Every time I saw her I wanted to demand she talk to me. But as any man knows, the more you push the more you get pushback. But I hit a limit. We had just had dinner and Mandy was doing dishes while Jamie was in her room. Jolene left to grab some detergent from the grocery store.
Mandy had on gene shorts, with the cuffs folded up. She was pretty pale as the weather turned colder. She had perfect skin, and not a speck of cottage cheese cellulite. She was still exquisite, just now porcelain so. Not my fav, but like that mattered at that hotness level.
I walked up behind her and slid my hands over her washing. She flipped out her elbows knocking me off.
“Hey, hey. What is going on with you?” I said quietly into her ear, she still hadn’t looked up.”
I slid my hands on to her arms.
“Mandy?”
“Get those off me!” Mandy said louder than I would have liked with Jaime down the hall.
“What? Mandy what is it baby? I don’t understand, why are you angry?”
“Pfff. You got what you wanted, like they all do.” She said into the sink.
“Mandy, Mandy I love you. . . “ I wrapped my arms around her. Mandy didn’t shake me off this time, but dropped the pot into the soapy water and just made those annoyed sounds teenagers make when they want the parents to leave them alone.
It took some pulling but eventually Mandy turned around. She was still looking down. I could see the top of her head. Her hair was parted down the middle, straight and splayed across her short sleeved sweater top. It was black, with distinct stitch lines that basically were thinned out places, thin enough to show the color of the skin beneath. The sweater zipped up in the front, and stopped about halfway up her cleavage. I still couldn’t believe her mom let her wear this kind of smutty attire. But it was fine by me.
“Baby, I don’t understand, I love you.” I said again, rubbing her arms and starring down between her amazing globes, so ready to devour them. Fuck her right here, against the sink before her mother returned. Turn her into the obsessive, monogamous slut she should be.
She looked up finally, a sad face. “You said you did, but you’re full of shit. If you really did, you wouldn’t have treated me so poorly.”
“But, what . . . ? Mandy, being with you is the greatest moment of my whole life, I didn’t . . how did I treat you poorly?”
“That was my first time Greg. My first time!” Again, louder than I wanted.
“But Mandy, I don’t under . . “
She grabbed the sponge and threw it at me. “You don’t know? You DON’T KNOW?”
I looked around nervously, was she about to go ape shit on me?
But she actually got creepy composed. Her eyes squinted and glared. She said low and serious. “My first god damn fuck, and it ended with the guy yanking out, shooting that smelly shit all over me and leaving. I have never been so mortified. For the rest of my life, the first time won’t be special. It was cheap, and I felt used, and worst of all, alone.”
“Baby, it was just because of your. . . your Mom, she could have come upstairs . . . What else could I do.”
“If you had really loved me, you would have figured it out.”
She started to walk past me. I lightly held her wrist. “Mandy, please. . . .nothing has changed. I love you deeply, I want to be with you more than anything in the world. I did what I did to protect you, to protect us. . . “
“To protect you. You. I’m sorry, I just don’t trust you anymore.” She gave me one last longing look, and walked out of the kitchen.
Minutes later I was forcibly trying to keep myself from crying as I absent mindedly washed the dishes. You know, when I first started, it was all about getting my dick inside that young sweet pussy. But now, I really was crazy about her. I didn’t want a little fling. I wanted her forever. Now she didn’t want me at all.
I stood there wondering if I should just end it with her mom. End it tonight and get away, where I wouldn’t have to see Mandy anymore. See what I lost. See my shattered dream. But it was too much, I couldn’t take more emotion tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow was a very different day. For one thing, it was a late Fall heat up. It was 87 degrees, broke the old record by like 12 degrees. It was Saturday, the week after Homecoming. Mandy had not gone to homecoming. Her mom that morning over breakfast told me she wanted to go get a spray tan and feel sexy. I remember thinking it would take 60 pounds for her to approach any kind of sexy. But I supported her, still not feeling like ending the relationship quite yet. Mandy popped in and grabbed a pop tart and her mom told her her plans. She told Jolene she really wanted to get a spray tan too. Her mom told her to get dressed and they would go.
I excused myself to take a shower. Mandy had just been wearing her PJs. But it was Mandy, that was enough. I was jacking off in the shower soon after and blew a big ass load. I decided I would end it that night. I couldn’t take this.
It ended up being a while, as Jolene texted me they were having lunch, then got a manicure, then got the tans. They made a day of it. She asked me to make dinner. Since it was the last meal, I tried to make it a good one and cooked up a pretty sick little feast and the air smelled tasty when they got home that night. I had fans in all the windows sucking out hot cooking air and supplanting it with cooler evening air. So it was bit loud in the living room and kitchen with 4 fans blowing.
Mandy came through the door from the garage. At first I almost didn’t recognize her, but those thighs, and those tits, that shape is tattooed in my mind. But she was dark, really dark. So dark. Jolene than came through just in time to hear Mandy’s bedroom door slam shut.
“What was that about?” I asked, masking my chub behind a “kiss the cook” apron.
“Oh well, this is a doozy. So we went for the spray tans and I guess the guy who took Mandy to her room was new and didn’t know what the hell he is doing. So when my lady took me to my room she said there were 6 options. 1 is for like a light base, 2 for a tan, 3 for a dark tan, 4 for a very dark tan and 5 and 6 are for people with already dark skin who want a noticeable change. I got a two.”
“Yeah, yours looks perfect.”
“Thank you. Yeah so Mandy said she wanted a dark tan, darker than she usually got in the sun and the guy said how about a 5 out of 6. Well she did and when she opened her eyes after the spray she screamed. We came running and she was sprayed that dark color you see. The poor thing, she is so embarrassed now. She thinks she is gonna get teased.”
“She might, she looks like a Pacific Island girl.”
“Yeah, so, it has been a long day.” I just didn’t have the heart to dump her now tonight. She had a hard day. She was a nasty, stinky, fat un hot pig, but she wasn’t a bad person. I finished the Gibson I was making her.
“Here ya go. It’s a double. You go in there and watch Jeopardy, it is about to come on. I will have dinner done in 20. You just relax.”
“Aw, thank you. I do need it. You got everything handled in here? It smells wonderful.”
“I got it, don’t you worry.” Jolene smiled and went to the living room and plopped on the couch. Ok, so something I never mentioned, I had a huge dark skin fetish. Indian women, South American, South Asian, South Pacific. I loved that sexy deep brown. Just a shade below milk chocolate. It is the yummiest skin. In fact, I thought Asian teens who did the gyaru style were the hottest. Fucking A, this new deep dark tan made Mandy look just like them. The only thing that could possibly have made Mandy’s body hotter what if instead of pale, those tits and thighs were chocolate brown.
Dinner was almost done and I was standing by the sink, pressing my hard on into the side to get some relief. She was so fucking hot. So . . . fucking . . . hot. I heard an odd sound and realized it was me, my fingernails grinding into the grout between the tiles. My heart was beating a little fast, I was sweating. I felt really hot in that kitchen. I knew I was in heat, in heat for Mandy. Seeing her like that . . . she was so damn hot. I figured I had about 10 minutes till dinner would be done cooking. I decided I needed to rub one out if I was gonna have to rub one out.
I made Jolene another drink and took it in to her on the couch. “5-10 minutes babe. You lie right there and finish this. I have gonna drain my lizard, grab the girls and we’ll have dinner.
“Ah, I am so lucky to have you.” Jolene said. It made me feel a bit like a douche, but I felt far more sorry for myself. I was missing out on fucking Mandy with that darkened skin. Now that, was a bummer. But I would get a few more days of jack off images of her before I ended it.
I walked to the kitchen, the second I was out of view I lost focus and had a hard on so fast. It had twisted up the mesh of my swim trunks and it hurt. But not to worry, I would be jacking it off in a minute. Just down the hall. As I rounded the corner of the kitchen to the hallway, I was feeling dizzy and having hot flashes. I felt like I was drunk. It was like the cum was backed up so far it was leaking into my brain and causing me to be cum drunk. I had never needed a release so badly in my life.
But as I rounded the corner I ran smack into Mandy, coming to the kitchen I assume. She had changed. Fuck me. She had changed into a white short skirt. It was one of those that are made out of sweat pant material. She wore it a lot. But now, with the dark legs coming out of them, the contrast, her flawless skin drank up the color and shone a perfect dark brown color. I lost all control.
My hands were groping and Mandy protested, “Hey, get off!” This time it wasn’t a scream, and I couldn’t risk it going that route . . . but god dammit I was gonna fuck my perfect little twat, and I wasn’t asking permission. I put and arm around her waist and gripped her hair in my other hand and forced her to my face and kissed her, but her protesting yells were dangerously close to out sounding the fans.
I yanked her to the wall, my arm keeping the hit against the wall from being alarming or alerting to her mother, then I let go of her hair and clamped my hand over her mouth, doing well to muffle her noises. I went up close and looked in her eyes.
“You think you are taking this pussy away from me? Really? After all the effort I put in? This fucking cunt is mine sweetie, it ain’t up to you.” Mandy’s eyes got wide as my other hand went between her legs from behind and I slid my finger around the bottom of her panties, my knuckles feeling the heat of her fertile twat. I yanked down, hard.
“MMMM-MMMMM!” Mandy groaned into my hand, her eyes squinting. Her thighs had yanked together at the knee, her undies caught around her hips, not really big enough for those thighs, and I am sure the elastic was digging in hard. I yanked a few more times, until I heard and felt a little tear of the stitching and they gave way, I picked my foot up and stepped her underwear to the floor. I pulled her right thigh up, scooped in my hand. I held it with my forearm and grabbed my cock, and lined my self up.
I stepped forward, hooking her leg around my waist and rubbed my cock head between her lips. I could feel her heat.
“Nnn! NNN-Hnnn!” Mandy looked like a caged animal. Her eyes were pure furry. She was being forced. She hated men. She trusted none. The one she had trusted betrayed her. And now the same one was taking her femininity from her. If she hadn’t been so dark, her face would have been pure red.
Thrust number one!
“Nnnnnggg!”
Thrust number two!
“Nnn-nn-hnn-nnnhhhgg!” Mandy smacked me with her arm.
Thrust number three! Paydirt. I got passed her best last defense, her clenched pussy. It was mine now. My fucking pussy!
When I got access I got hard access and pushed straight though till I was in at the hilt. Well not the hilt, her gap wasn’t quite big enough to accommodate her meaty thighs so I actually was stuck a quarter inch from perfection. But close enough!
Mandy’s arm flailed and her hand smacked the wall. Fuck! That was loud. Her mother might come to see what that was. Well, I was far from able to stop now. I was pot committed.
I pumped again, full length. I bent to my knees and widened them to pull out most of the way before jamming up, thrusting my cock with no abandon. I watched Mandy’s head and face. Her head shook after the pump, her eyes fluttered and I got a “Unnnnnnnngggg!”
I pumped again, even harder. She fluttered her eyes again and this time her scooped up let straightened with her flutter and her leg shook as she again went “UNNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!” into my hand. I pulled my hand away and scooped up her other leg, now holding her full and pumped again. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she “Unnnnngggg!” again, her whole body shaking. The little minx had only ever made love, never been fucked. Now she was, and liked other women born with bodies built for sex, she liked to get ridden hard. BMW’s weren’t meant to be driven slowly.
I leaned back and yanked her t-shirt up and off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Those perfect mellons. I had never seen them sitting up, not totally unencumbered. She had always been laying down. Jesus, they were even more perfectly sculpted tear drops than even I realized. Perfect tits, just perfect. And milk chocolate brown. Her nipples had been hit too, dark areola to cap those perfect mounds. I pinned her to the wall and pushed one tit up and trapped it between our chests. I gnawed on the perfect mammary and continued to pump, careful to pump up and not forward to reduce noise.
Mandy looked drugged. Her eyes were half open looking at me, her mouth lazily agape. But she kept spasming and “ungg!”-ing really hard. I was worried she might puke . . . or shit, right then and there from the straining. Thank god I was getting close.
I bent my knees. “You think I care about me? It’s all about you. Yell out Mandy. Yell to your mother. I don’t give a shit. I only know I –nnnnnnnnnggghhhha! I know I need you.” Slamming up and home again.
Mandy shook her head after her spasm and leaned up to me, draped her arms over me and cried softly into my ear. “Nn-nn-nno ss-sst—sst—sttoooo-pp-ppp-ppa-NNNNNNGGGG!” She spasmmed hard and I knew it was time. I kept one leg hoisted but reached across her back to her shoulder with the other and bent my knees low. I burst upward hard, slamming home, and splitting her legs so hard that for a millisecond I got full length in her. Natural muscle tension forced me back out a quarter inch but it didn’t stop the eruption inside.
I held there, on the balls of my feet, my quad, hammy and calves flexed, Mandy off the ground, pinned to the wall with my groin. “Nnnngggaaaandd-dd-dd-ddy! Uuuummmcccc-cc-ccc-cccummm-mming-nng-nng!” I could barely get the hushed moan out.
Mandy was clutching me, her hands and nails digging in, her arms flexed, her legs up and hooked around my waist, her feet locked behind me, her entire body shaking. “Ah-ah-ah-al-all-all-lll-lll-llll offfvvvv-vvvva i-i-hi-i-it!” Mandy cried hoarsely in my ear.
My legs softened for a half second before straining again and my balls clenched sending another shot of my semen, my sperm into my goddess. I softened and flexed again, giving her yet more of me. More of my DNA. More of my life, she was the greatest fuck a man could ever have.
I jerked much less eloquently a few more times, no more cum to give, but my body had a few last thrusts to get out. I finally ground to a halt and held her pinned to the wall my panting face on her shoulder. I slowly went down on to my feet but stayed there, lost in the warm embrace of an incredibly intense orgasm. Not quite top level, but damn close.
I felt Mandy go limp. Her legs slipped of my waist but my groin and thighs kept her split and her legs dangled outside of mine.
I held her like that for at least two minutes before my cock began to stop throbbing and soften and I came back into my head from my “high” state. I gently lowered Mandy to her feet and held her up as I pulled my waist down and pulled my shriveling cock out of her. The old boy had been through a crazy fuck, and he looked it.
I was rubbing Mandy until I felt her stir. I pulled back and she looked at me, and then the hallway and then back to me, her mouth just hanging. She looked like someone who had just awoken from a nap they hadn’t meant to take and was lost as to where they were. Slowly her eyes focused. She looked down and one hand on me to steady herself, she picked up her shirt and panties in her freshly manicured and french tipped fingers. I held her a bit until she was walking on her own, very gingerly to her room. I made my way to Jolene’s room and freshened up and changed out of my now wrinkled shirt.
I went by Jamie’s room and told her dinner was ready, she gave me a bit of a long look before turning off her tv. I was amazed but Mandy made it to dinner, considerably less concerned about her over tanning and that made Jolene happy. I thought everything had gone perfect, Mandy had taken me in her again and I felt the icy wall she had built up completely melt away. But sitting there I didn’t know everything.
I didn’t know Jaime had heard the noise and had watched us. Among other things.