All characters are eighteen years of age or older. Please comment and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!
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"Do you know why we haven't fucked since the night at the hotel?" the raven-haired beauty asked, holding Jason's suit jacket.
The question seemingly came from nowhere, since she was just talking about the meal Layla planned for dinner that night. Jason turned from the mirror after tying his tie to look at the girl whose name of which he was ignorant.
The crimson dress hugged her crazy curves, tightly clinging to her dramatic proportions. The neckline was non-existent, plunging past her abundant cleavage and remaining open all the way to her navel. Her unfathomably huge breasts were begging to slip from the thin red material, and Jason knew she would love it if they did. It was an indecent dress for an indecent girl.
"It's only been two days. I...thought you were busy," Jason replied hesitantly, taking his suit coat from her.
He was getting more comfortable with talking about the lewd things he'd done. He shouldn't be okay with it. He should be respecting his marriage, instead of getting ready for dinner with the busty teenagers he had been unfaithful with. He should go home to his wife.
But he didn't.
His nameless girl addressed his response to her question.
"Oh no, no, no. I will never be too busy to ride your huge dick. I make my own schedule. My own rules. It's for another reason entirely," she said getting close to him.
"What reason?" he wondered aloud.
The vixen pressed her ridiculously enormous tits against his chest as she straightened his tie. Her giant globes still left feet of room between them. She looked up at him with her enchanting green eyes.
"This new girl you're meeting tonight...she isn't like Layla or Val. She's a nice girl. What you have swinging between your legs gets girls like me, Layla, and Val hot...but this girl is more conservative. She may need more convincing," she said gently, eyeing her man.
"Convincing?" he echoed.
"Yes. It may require you to...push some boundaries. If you get squeamish I need you to have incentive to follow through. Only after that will we fuck again. If you do what is needed, and you follow through, baby...I will mount you," she cooed the last words.
Jason's heartbeat quickened in the way only she could cause. She was the start of all of it. If she hadn't chosen him in that hotel bar, he wouldn't be standing in an extravagant house bought for him. He wouldn't have had mind-blowing sex with Layla or Val. He couldn't think of anything he wouldn't do to fuck her again.
"What do I need to do?" he said, his speech wavering under her spell.
"Like I said, she will need convincing. We will have to persuade her...," she trailed off.
The mysterious teen turned to walk from the room. She halted at the doorway to look at Jason. It was a look meant to convey more than her words.
"Very. Hard," she finished, "Do you understand?"
Jason thought he did. Goosebumps ran up his arm as he realized what she was asking.
"I think so," he said.
As the teen turned to leave, Jason stopped her. There was something he had been holding in.
"Why haven't they told me your name? They are both free spirits, especially Val. She seems like the kind of girl to tell you off," Jason observed.
The girl smiled knowingly, the kind of grin only a predator could flash.
"They respect me. My tits are biggest," she informed, giving her chest a light shake.
"Is that really why?" Jason asked.
"It's one of the many reasons. I'm also the one who led them to a man who can pop an erection longer than a foot and thick as a tree trunk. A man with balls that produce a seemingly never ending source of seed, no matter how many fuck sessions he has. A man worthy of mothering children for. A man who knows a life with busty sluts is worth abandoning a boring life married to an ugly wife. They could never be more grateful. I get what I want, and they know it. If they stick with me they will get what they want too," she explained to him.
Jason nodded, accepting the answer for the moment.
"I'm going to tell you my name one day. I know exactly when I'm going to tell you. That's when you will truly know," she said.
"Know what?" he questioned.
"That you've gotten exactly what you wanted, too," she winked.
Jason grinned. What he was doing was wrong, but it felt right.
"One more thing?" he added.
"Yes, stud?" she perked up.
"If this new girl is so conservative," he began, "why did you choose her to be...apart of this?"
The busty slut let out a sharp laugh as if the answer was obvious.
"Because," she smirked, "she's only eighteen and has absolutely massive tits."
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Jason's nose took in the most pleasant aroma as he walked down the stairs. Layla's dinner was coming together splendidly by the smell of it. As he turned to head towards the dining room, the doorbell rang. He waited for a moment, and with no one around to answer it, he went to the door.
As he put his hand around the door knob, his heart skipped a beat. He knew that standing outside was a girl, and he knew the plans his mystery teen had for her. If all went according to plan, the girl behind the door would soon be filled with his cock, her womb ready to be impregnated. The mere thought nearly gave Jason a semi.
He opened the door.
Jason met two big, brown eyes staring up at him through thick rimmed glasses. He looked down at the short girl, which he guessed to be barely five feet tall. Even behind her glasses, Jason could see her adorably cute face, dotted with a small nose.
As if she had been caught off guard, the girl broke eye contact immediately and her face turned away from him. The pale skin on her cheeks flushed and her toes pointed inwards. Her body language indicated a great and sudden shy nervousness. Her quiet voice was high pitched and filled with hesitation.
"...I'm sorry, I thought this was my friend's house," she apologized.
Jason hardly heard the timid girl. He was staring at her.
The bashful girl wore flats and black yoga pants, which clung to her slender legs. But Jason wasn't fixated on her legs.
A large grey sweater was pulled over the girl's frame, covering her from the neck and all the way to her mid-thigh. It was the wardrobe of an ashamed girl, trying desperately to cover as much of herself as possible. The clothing choice was meant to keep something from view, hiding a poorly kept secret from the eyes of others.
Jason looked upon what she could not hope to fully conceal.
Beneath her sweater hung an outrageously huge, offensively colossal, and scandalously titanic rack.
Her breasts protruded out from her frame too far for even the largest sweater to hide, and the material hugged the outer most curve of her giant bust. The sweater projected out far in front of her, and Jason gazed at the outline of this girl's prodigious front side. Underneath her top, this girl was carrying two distastefully immense boobs, which clashed with her timidly cute demeanor.
