Author's Note: When I originally wrote "Here's To Small-Titty Big-Ass Women" I had intended it to be a stand-alone story. However, thoughts of what would happen to Lois and Lane after they returned from their convention fling kept popping into my head and resulted in this continuation. Hope you enjoy it.
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"Uh...uh...Lance...what are you doing," I sleepily murmured as I was rudely roused from my deep slumber. "Stop...please...let me sleep. Stop it, Lance." I tried to turn away from the source of my annoyance, my husband, but in so doing enabled him to push up the back of my sleep shirt so that he could pull down my panties.
"Why do you wear these goddamn panties to bed," Lance grumbled as he struggled to yank the flimsy undergarment over my soft thighs. "How many times have I told you not to," he growled from his struggles. "Why can't you sleep naked like me?"
"Lance, it's still dark. Not now, please. I'm so sleepy," I whined pitifully. "Please, Lance... please don't. I'm not in the mood..."
"You're never in the mood nowadays," Lance grunted as he finally succeeded in pulling my panties off my ankles. "It's your fucking work. God knows you spend enough time working...even went traipsing off with Lane to another state to attend some damn convention. Shit, if your boss wasn't so damn old, short, and fat, I would suspect that you were having an affair with him given the amount of time you spend at work... hmmph, always coming home exhausted. However, we haven't made 'it' in quite a while," he said as he shoved the hem of my sleep shirt up to my armpits so that he could grope my small breasts.
"Yet, there's something about you lately...something different. The way you move...a certain swish to your big butt of yours makes me horny as hell."
After roughly fondling my large nipples until they jutted from my heaving chest, he pulled my hips back to him. Sliding a knee in between my closed legs, Lance with practiced ease pried my legs apart, opening and exposing my pussy. Although I knew what was coming, I still whimpered when his flanged penis head crudely slipped between my butt cheeks and then roughly plowed my love slit. I jerk at the sudden intrusion and then at the unexpected pain when my sensitive vulva was clawed by Lance's thick strong fingers.
"But whatever the reason, I haven't done this in a while. Now stop your damn whining...cuz it's 'boom-boom' time!"
A shrill whine escaped my grimaced lips as my burly husband's fleshy battering ram was crammed into the opening of my tender vagina as he had done so many times before. I knew that Lance was never one for foreplay or for that matter lovemaking. He got off sexually assaulting me, feeling my sensitive moist vaginal tissue cling to and spread around his penetrating presence. Hearing me whimper helplessly from his assault, Lance rolled his massive body over, pressing and pinning me stomach-down against the bed so that I couldn't move as he jackhammered my buns and drove deep into me.
"Shit, I can believe that I've been fucking you for over two decades - that you've given birth to our three boys - and had a hysterectomy - and yet you're as snug as the first time I cracked your 'cherry,'" Lance grunted as his groin slap rapidly and soundly against my spongy butt. "Maybe your doctor sewed you up tighter than before...but it doesn't matter. I'm boom-booming your tight pussy...like this...stretching you out...like this...you like this...don't you...yeah..."
I endured Lance's rant and marital assault as each thrust nailed me io the mattress. Whimpering with each withdrawal, I knew that Lance really got off with rough sex. Over the years, I had discovered that Lance was only interested in getting his rocks off and had a hair-trigger penis to go with it. The more I pretended to be reluctant and helpless, the sooner my bedroom ordeal would be over. Sure enough, a few strokes later I felt my so-called loving husband thrust deep into me and uttering a deep guttural grunt, flood my battered vagina with his testicular sludge.
Totally spent, Lance collapse on my back, crushing me to the mattress as he breathed heavily in my ear, telling me how good I was. Then suddenly the weight on my back was lifted as he rolled off of me causing his softening member to be rudely yanked out of me with a lewd sucking sound. I could feel the trickle of his freshly deposited sperm oozing out of my now vacated pussy, and within minutes, Lance's rumbling snoring filled our bedroom, indicating that he had relieved himself and would soon be dead to the world.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, I gathered myself before making my way to the master bedroom bathroom. Once there I quickly gathered my sperm-stained sleep shirt about my waist as I sat on the toilet seat and with a deep grunt, expelled as much of Lance's deposited sperm as I could. I then quickly withdrew from under the sink a disposable douche which quickly irrigated my vagina of any remaining semen.
"It's funny," I mused, "since my hysterectomy, I've found that if I don't flush out Lance's cum, it stinks. I think it has to do with all the beer that he drinks and maybe what he might eat. Yet, when it comes to Lane's jism...hmmm...how simply delicious. I love the way it smells...and the feeling of his spunk oozing from me."
Stripping off my dirtied sleep shirt, I ran the shower before pinning up my hair and stepping into the warm waters. "Hmmm, after tonight's mauling which I've had to endure throughout my relationship with Lance, it is little wonder I was ripe for an affair. However, who would have thought that I would be having it with the most inconceivable guy in the world...Lane, my boss."
My fingertips dipped between my spread legs as I softly stroked either side of my hooded clitoris as the shower water flowed over me. "In that special moment with Lane, I discovered what it was like to make love...passionate, wild, and liberating. We were shacked up at the convention and I lost count of how many orgasms I had...hmmm... just like the other afternoon.
"I remember how once we were alone, Lane had me seated on the edge of his desk with my skirt hiked up around my hips and had my panties hanging off of one of my ankles. God, did he take his time savoring me as he ate me out. Lane sure likes 'muff diving' as he calls it, loves getting me hot and sopping wet, and won't stop until I've cum.
Once I've done so, then he'll have some 'meaningful intercourse' with me (as Lane likes to refer to pussy-humping)...slow, long, and hard...making me so wet. We could do it all afternoon... never in a rush. Oh, that big fat penis of Lane's makes me come repeatedly until I'm totally exhausted...thoroughly sore...oozing with his creamy ejaculation...but completely satisfied."
Twisting as I stood, I leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs wider to give my frigging fingers better access to my throbbing clit. I began to tremble as my hips jerked erratically as my self-stimulation intensified with each stroke of my fingertips. I struggled not to cry out as I felt my guts getting tighter and tighter.
"Jeez, how I wish Lane was here...not my shit-ass husband snoring in the bedroom. I'm so fucking horny. I need a good hard cock to suck on...to be shoved in my hot pussy that dripping with my sexual juices. But most of all, I want a cock up my butt, reaming me a new asshole.
"Huh," I mentally laughed to myself as my fingertips were a blur over my burning stiff clit, "Lance would die if he knew how after years of begging to butt-fuck me and being adamantly denied, I shamelessly had to practically beg Lane to sodomize me. Since then, I have been insatiable when it comes to bending over and spreading my butt cheeks for my secret lover.
"Ooh, my nippies are so damn erect that they hurt... and my cunt dripping with juices. Ooh...how I wish Lane was here to bring me off. Oooh, shit! I'm going to...I'm going to cum! Oh fuck, I'm jerking myself off...argh...thinking about Lane's big fat cock... argh...argh...in my ass! Argh...argh...fuck I'm coming! Argghh!"
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"Girls, it's almost closing time. Close up already - and go." From my office, I could tell that her tone of voice that Lois's brooked no disobedience and soon there was a flurry of activity. Before I could get up from my desk to see what was happening, I heard, "Lane and I need to deal with this 'problem' quickly before it gets out of hand. We're going to have to work overtime on this...so lock up so that we won't be disturbed. The sooner we can get to taking care of business; the sooner we can go home." Soon afterward I heard our two office clerks calling out their goodbyes to me, and the closing and locking of our external office door.
Before I could get to my office door, Lois rushed through the doorway and without hesitation threw her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that could only be described as urgent, passionate, and erection-sprouting. Pressing me against my desk, she hastily muttered, "God, I can't believe they're finally gone...they took long enough! I'm so horny I can't stand it anymore. I tried to masturbate in the restroom but kept getting disturbed. My damn nipples are painfully stiff and throbbing..., and my pussy is so wet that you'd see this big spot if I wasn't wearing a dark skirt! I desperately need someone badly to fix my problem...and it's a good thing I've got the solution in hand!"
With that Lois desperately groped my crotch and manhandled my stiffening manhood as she started to undo my belt and zipper. I could have easily let Lois have her way with me - and loved every moment of her sexual advances - and then every inch of her naked five-seven pear-shaped body.
It was at a national convention that we discovered the delights of each other's bodies. We skipped all the workshops and presentations in favor of spending the entire conference in bed and having meaningful intercourse with each other (if you catch my drift). However although we tried to continue our extramarital affair since our return to work, our efforts were disturbingly brief and simply unfulfilling...a brief kiss, a covert whisper, or a secretive caress...leaving us stimulated and more frustrated than before.
However, although I realized her state of sexual need, I wasn't about to let Lois use me. Grasping her wrists and pulling them behind her back, I mockingly scolded her, "Someone is a naughty little girl, isn't she? Feeling a man's 'privates' with even having the courtesy to ask him."
