Authors: Jane Prescott
A blood curdling scream ripped them apart, and they turned toward the house, where the back door was slamming and hurried footsteps could be heard rushing around the back. They looked at each other in terror.
"
Jane!"
Douglass tore into the house at top speed toward the sound of sister's shriek.
Charlotte followed him when the feeling returned to his legs, intending to follow him out the back. Then she spied her hunting rifle on top of the main fireplace and snatched it, grabbing a handful of shells to put into one of her apron's pockets. She propelled herself out the backdoor in time to see Douglass fighting with a short, stocky man with big heavy fists like hams. Jane was slumped next to a tree behind them, and Charlotte started to make a beeline for the girl.
When she was about fifty feet away, a woman stepped from behind the tree, and Charlotte stopped in her tracks. She was wearing a black riding habit much like the one Charlotte had seen her in before, and her thick black hair was pulled back into an elegant knot. Her face was jarring, a composite of cruel beauty and piercing blue eyes like a cloudless sky. Charlotte saw now that the woman from the train station---the woman she had bitterly used as a stand in for Douglass' imaginary wife in her fantasies---was about fifteen years older than Douglass himself. Only her eyes betrayed this; her skin and hair were vibrant, her general air youthful.
The woman smiled and eyed the rifle Charlotte carried. "Are you going to use that?" She taunted. "I won't give you another chance." She pulled a pistol from her coat's pocket and pointed it Charlotte before she could move or speak.
Douglass was struggling with the man, who had to be Zeke. Zeke was dodging most of his hits, but he was getting tired; he was shorter and not as strong, and relying on his speed to help him win was a bad strategy. It was starting to show.
"Maybe I should just kill you for trying to take my daughter from me," The woman sneered. She walked forward and pressed the barrel of her gun to Charlotte's forehead, smiling. "you think you're a better mother than me? Think you can make my daughter stop loving me?" She was screaming now. "Drop your gun!
Charlotte dropped her rifle and slid it away from her. It landed next to Jane's limp body. Zeke took notice of this and sprang to the side, grabbing the rifle and rolling back to his feet in one swift motion.
"Dammit!" Douglass yelled, and Charlotte's heart sank. He was right. He shouldn't have brought her into this; now they were going to die because of her.
Zeke was smiling, revealing a mouth full of crooked yellow teeth. "Not gon' give you a chance to walk away this time, boy," he growled in a gravelly baritone. "Make sure your legs are just so much spaghetti." He cocked it, and pointed the rifle at Douglass' head. Douglass closed his eyes and sank to his knees.
"Charlotte, if they let you go, please try to get a message to Jane. Tell her I love her. And I'm sorry."
Charlotte was shaking like a leaf, adrenaline coursing through a bod with nowhere to go. "No! Please, don't do this, just leave us alone! Just go!" She ran in front of Douglass, and Zeke took a step back in surprise before remembering he was holding the gun.
"I'll do ya too, girly," he said, amused. "Just stay still. One bullet for the both of ya." He smiled wide and raised the rifle again. Charlotte moved forward as his finger squeezed the trigger---
---and the hammer struck nothing but air.
Zeke' face filled with comic surprise a moment before Charlotte leapt forward and drove her forehead into the man's nose, colliding with him and sending him sailing backwards to land on his back. Blood leaked from the mashed mass of bones of cartilage on his face and he twitched a few times, then was still.
Douglass was moving at the same time, and had wrested the gun from his mother's grip. He turned the gun on her as she fled, and pulled the trigger over and over. The gun clicked dryly, but Douglass kept trying, keeping the barrel trained on his mother as she fled through the woods behind his home.
Charlotte's veins were filled with ice water. She watched him, uncertain of how to react to his sudden surge of violence. Douglass lowered the gun, his eyes empty and unreadable. He walked over to Zeke and pressed two fingers to his neck. Satisfied, he moved to Jane, checking her pulse and then moving her head to his lap. Then he looked up at Charlotte, his eyes thawing to reveal confusion, pain, and wonder.
"You saved me," he said.
Charlotte rushed to him as he dissolved into tears, cradling his face in her hands as he'd done to hers. It seemed like years before. "How will your patients get along without a doctor?"
He laughed, sounding tired and on the edge of hysteria, then grabbed her and kissed her roughly. He pulled her head against his, breathing heavily as his lips massaged hers into opening, and he deepened his kiss.
There was a groan, and they broke apart to see Jane peering up at them groggily. She touched her head gingerly, then looked at the two of them, hand in hand. She offered them a slow, broad smile. Then she spoke.
"About time."
Jane's mother didn't try to turn up, especially after Zeke was picked up by the sheriff. He'd been accused of several assaults and robberies in town, and even though some of them were definitely not committed by him, the town respected Douglass and Charlotte's assurances that he'd done much worse. They put him in the county jail, and arranged to send him to a prison. He seemed to have suffered some brain damage during the fight, which Charlotte wasn't sorry for.
Two months after, Douglass shyly proposed to Charlotte over a dinner he asked Jane to help him plan. Jane was as excited as he was, and Charlotte tearfully accepted. They were married in the nearest large town, and her parents took the train from Virginia Beach all the way to California. They oohed and aahed over Jane, accepting the odd arrangement warmly and with genuine affection. Charlotte's mother was overjoyed that she had a sort of surrogate grandchild, and Jane warmed to the older woman's affections.
Charlotte convinced him to let her return to school---he was apprehensive about the course load for nurse training, but she scolded him for underestimating her.
"Who saved your life, eh?" she would tease.
"Truthfully, I just want more of you to myself," he would mutter, and cover her face in kisses. "Besides, I want you to have time for Jane. Once she's grown, she'll probably want to leave the nest." Douglass admitted this last sadly one day after they'd returned from their honeymoon.
"Then we'll start populating the nest," Charlotte said casually. Douglass stopped kissing her and stepped back.
"Really?" He asked. "You...want children with me?" His eyes were careful, but Charlotte could see the shine of excitement.
"Maybe
a child,
" Charlotte said quickly. "One."
His face broke into a grin that lifted her heart to the sky. "I love you," he whispered before kissing her softly.
"I love you too," said Charlotte.
There was a playful gagging sound from the kitchen, and they both laughed. "I love you too!" Charlotte called, and Jane squealed from the other room. She came tearing around the corner with hands sticky from flour after making cookies. Douglass watched her leap into Charlotte's embrace with warm eyes and a secretive smile. Charlotte wondered what he was thinking, then dismissed the thought. She didn't need to wonder. She knew.
THE END
Diane thought about the trip that she was taking with the office folks by the lake. She was new in the company but had not really been looking forward to the trip. It was meant to be some sort of team building weekend event and being the big bodied woman that she was, it did not make her very comfortable, although she had to admit that there were quite a few hot guys at the office that she surely wouldn’t mind getting her hands on. At twenty-two, Diane Miller was a marketing executive with one of the most successful media companies in Miami, although she had been at the company for less than a month. She was really enjoying her time at the Pinewood Media Company and was especially fluttered by all of the handsome young guys that worked there, although she knew that they would probably never want anything to do with a bigger woman like her, preferring the other model-like women that were in plenty.
Sitting up on her elbow on the bed, she looked over at Andy, her boyfriend, still sleeping soundly with a stupid grin on his face. He was probably grinning because of all the love making they’d done through most of the night. He was a good guy. They met while they were still in college, and the one thing that she always liked about him was the fact that he had an insatiable appetite for sex and a remarkably big cock to go with it. Diane had an aggressive appetite for sex too, and it had begun back in the day when she was nineteen, and one of her father’s friends had taken advantage of them being alone and seduced her. His name was Mario, and she had known him from when she was a very young girl, and as she had transformed into a teenager, her body beginning to transform into a woman,
It seemed like as soon as she turned nineteen, she noticed Mario starting to look at her in strange ways, and many a time when nobody else was looking, she would find him staring at her breasts longingly. To her surprise, this would set off a spark within her, since she also found him sort of attractive. He started giving her a lot of attention and even started buying her somewhat extravagant gifts. His attention came at the right time, because most of the guys during her freshman year at college had considered her a fat slob, ignoring her and even making fun of her at times. One afternoon she went to Mario's place after he invited her over to get some movies that he had rented. When she got there, his wife was not around and he was scooting around in boxers, a thick hard love rod in his pants forming a tent within as soon as she walked in the door. She had felt an overwhelming sense of arousal, one that she had never experienced before, coursing through her body, and she had found herself getting wet in all the right places, her body beginning to throb with desire.
“Mario, umm, are you a little excited?” she asked, her hands trembling as she pointed at his crotch as he sat on the couch next to him.
“This joystick, honey, is the key to pleasure, come on, touch it,” he said, moving closer to her and taking a hold of her hand to place it onto the thickness, rubbing it over the pecker.
“Mario…” she muttered, her blood rushing through her body like a race car.
“It is okay, honey, touch it, do you like it?” he asked, and Diane could barely think straight as she nodded, her whole body alight with fire, a fire so intense she felt the need to have the cock inside her right away, breaking all the rules. She wanted it to break her virginity and pleasured her all the way into womanhood.
She slipped her hand into the waist of the boxers and wound her fingers around his cock, her fingers barely able to circle it, as she began jerking it up and down, wondering how it would feel inside her pussy.
“It is so big,” she said breathlessly as she rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the precum that had built on the slit over his sensitive skin.
“I want you,” he said, moving even closer to her and easing his hand under her skirt, pushing it in between her thighs and further up towards the most sensitive spot of her body.
Diane's fleshy thighs were trembling as she parted them wider to give Mario better access to her pussy, knowing very well that her panties were soaking wet with her love juices. She felt his fingers rubbing over her panties, massaging her pussy lips and sending excitement throughout her sex. She felt as if she was going to faint when she felt him pulling aside the crotch of her panties, just as his hand slipped past them, his finger pushing into her sensitive entrance.
“Ohhh!” she groaned as he leaned his head towards her and fused his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately, massaging her lips with his as his finger began rubbing over her throbbing clit in circular motions.
Diane felt herself losing all of her inhibition as she surrendered to the man old enough to be her dad. To her, age did not matter; the only thing that mattered was that he desired her and was dying to make love to her, transform her into a real woman even though she was still relatively young and vulnerable. She pressed her body closer to his, kissing him deeper as she intensified the jerking of his dick, while his finger dived deep into her love slit. He began fingering her hard and fast, the first man to ever touch her sensitive spot, and she closed her eyes and listened to the pleasure she was feeling. Mario hooked his finger as he pulled the finger out, and she felt it touching a very sensitive spot within her folds. She moaned into his mouth as his finger brushed over her G spot, the heat within heightening. Suddenly, Diane felt a knot forming in her belly, and her pussy contracted over the finger within as she climaxed, Mario being the first person to ever make her come.
“Oh my God, I'm coming, I'm coming!” she said as she climaxed hard, the pleasure vibrating through her body all the way down to the nerve endings of her toes as he continued to finger her harder and faster.
Just as her climax was coming to an end, Mario stood up and then quickly pulled off his boxers to reveal a huge erection that made Diane shudder, imagining where he wanted to put it right now. He then pulled her up to standing and pulled her skirt up over her hips, letting it drape over them. He then hooked his fingers into her panty and then tugged them off, leaving her lower body naked to the bone.
“God, you are sexy,” he said, checking out the neat mat of pubic hair on her mound.
“Mario, I've never… you know… done it before. I'm a virgin,” her voice was trembling as she said it.
“Don’t worry, my dear, I'm going to take good care of you and give you the best gift that I have ever given you: pleasure,” he said, sitting back on the couch and pulling Diane towards him.
She climbed onto the couch, straddling him as she faced him, her big breasts in his face, and her searing hot pussy directly above his dick. She reached down for his cock and guided it to her pussy lips as she lowered herself onto him. Mario held her by the hips as she began letting the cock into her love sheath to begin riding just the head. It was the most intense pleasure that she had ever felt, and she felt the need to have the whole of his manhood inserted within her aching folds. She began taking more and more of the cock into her pussy, riding him as he pumped into her.
Mario let his cock stay lodged in her vagina, letting her get used to the new sensation as she leaned her head down and kissed him deeply in the mouth. She began riding him, slowly at first, and the pain disappeared and was suddenly replaced by an intense pleasure, pleasure that she had never imagined possible. She rode the cock in long delicious strokes, going down on Mario until his dick was fully inserted in her love slit, and then pulling off until just the head was inserted within her folds. She immediately felt the heat that she had felt when she climaxed coming back, and intense pleasure coursing through her cunt as the cock rubbed over her clit. She knew that from that moment onwards, she would be addicted to men, and the pleasure that they brought women. She rode him harder and faster, his thickness sliding in and out of her vagina deliciously until she felt it coming.
Her orgasm approached loud and clear, and she felt Mario moving his dick harder and faster within her folds. Her cunt contracted over the cock, rocking it harder than ever as she climaxed hard. This was more sweetness than any human being would ever long for, and she felt it throughout her body. As if that was not enough, she felt him driving his dick deep into her cunt, just as he exploded within her, filling her love hole with his seed. She gripped the cock hard with her pussy muscles, milking every drop of cum that it had to offer her, as their love juices blended into something she knew she would never forget. From that time onwards, Diane had become addicted to sexual indulgence and she always seemed to feel horny. Lately, she had been fantasizing a lot about the chance to be boned by more than one man at the same time. It felt dirty, almost slutty in a way, but just the thought of it made her heartbeat quicken and her panties dampen.
She swung her feet off the bed without waking Andy up and then made her way to the bathroom. She needed to prepare herself and she would be late if she stayed in bed a moment longer, since it was almost noon. She loved her weekends, and being a Saturday, she would have preferred to stay in bed the whole day, even ordering in take-away, although she knew that junk food was bad for her, since she was already very heavy. She looked at her naked body in the mirror. She was definitely a woman - huge bodied but very shapely. She did not have excess fat on her body like would be expected of most big bodied women, and that was an asset that she knew she had over many of the other big bodied women. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, straightening it out, before she took her breasts into her hands, squeezing them as she looked at them in the mirror.
Big as they were, they were firm and she would usually find men staring at them longingly. She was proud that they were natural and knew that one day they would get her the attention of the man, or men of her dreams. Her relationship with Andy was more for convenience, and she just needed him to scratch her itch when she was feeling horny like she had been last night after she came back from having drinks with her girlfriends. She entered the shower and took a quick bath, making sure that she also cleaned her most sensitive places, especially after all the sex she’d had the night before.
She had the feeling that the teambuilding trip was going to be a lot more fun than she had anticipated, and she intended to be fresh and ready. It was going to be a good chance to meet up with most of the staff, and she was hoping that Scott or Joe, two really handsome guys that she admired at work would try to hit on her. She had noticed the way that they stole glances at her when they thought she was not looking, and she hoped that one of them would finally muster the guts to approach her. Thirty minutes later and armed with an overnight bag, she headed out of the apartment.
*****
“Can't wait to get going,” Scott said to Joe as they made their way up the elevator, excitement coursing through him, because the team building outings were usually full of fun, and not just the ordinary fun, there was usually a lot of sex amongst the co-workers.
“Yeah, and I sure hope that that new babe is coming, what is her name? Diane, she is smoking hot and I'm hoping to get my hands on her,” Joe said, thinking of the hot full figured woman who had joined the company recently.
“Don’t tell me that you’ve got your eyes on her too, I thought that you were more into the skinny women, someone like Vivian White,” Scott said, patting his friend on the back.
“Well, to tell you the truth, I've always loved them a little skinny, but I can't help wonder what it would be like to bone someone with a body like Diane's. She simply looks hot – It’s those curves and her voluptuousness,” Joe said, deep in thought.
“Ah, so now I can see that we are both looking at women from the same side of the coin,” Scott smiled as the elevator door slid open on the next floor and in walked Sandra, the receptionist and a woman who flirted with practically every man that she met.
“Women, women, women; is that all you ever talk about?” she said, moving back and making sure that her butt “accidentally” rubbed over Scott's crotch.
“Morning to you too,” Scott scoffed, his dick twitching in his pants when he remembered the way that he had fucked her during the last teambuilding outing, which had been in the countryside/
“And just what did you want us to talk about when such an important trip is just about to begin?” Joe said, looking down into her cleavage and swallowing hard when he saw how tanned her breasts were.
“I really wouldn’t mind it if you were talking about a sexy woman like me,” she said, turning to look at Joe and winking at him as she ran her hands over her sides from the top down to her hips.
The doors of the elevator finally slid open again, and the trio headed off into the office, which was already teeming with people. Looking around the room quickly, Scott spotted Diane standing on the far end with Eddie, and he wondered what the hell they were talking about, since he wanted her to himself. He also knew that Joe was also lusting after her, and he wondered how it was all going to work out since they both wanted to fuck her if they got the chance. Maybe it would all depend on each of their individual luck when it came to dicing her. She was standing there in a long dress that hugged her huge, shapely body in a sultry way, her huge breasts firm, and her butt big just the way he liked them. He tried to imagine what she would look like without all those clothes on, and he found his blood beginning to race in his veins.
“Dude, you are practically having wild sex with that woman in your mind right now,” Joe interrupted his thoughts.
“And that is so unfair, I am the one that you are supposed to be looking at, not that huge slob,” Sandra joined in, as usual, looking for attention.