"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH...AAAAAHHHHHHHH" she moaned from deep down in her belly. "Wait, NO! Not yet. I'm not ready yet."
She whimpered the last through clenched teeth as the cock stretched her ass far beyond anything she had ever had there before. "NO, don't move! It hurts."
"I am not moving." said the stranger whose cock was now buried to the hilt in this redheaded bbw's plump, wide-spread ass.
She was starting to sweat. A glistening sheen of perspiration covered her entire body as she strained to take the full ten inches of cock that she had allowed to be placed in her ass.
Twelve hours earlier.
"Okay, okay" she said. I know I agreed to do this for you and I am going to go through with it."
Her name was Katelyn and she was a fiftyish woman who had been married to her High School sweetheart for over thirty years. She was about 5'8", slightly plump with natural 42 C breasts that drooped a bit without a bra, because of their weight. She had red hair, though she was actually a natural blond, but had gone gray early. Her entire family went gray by the time they turned 35. She liked sex, though not as much as her husband, but she did not like receiving oral sex. She did, however, love to suck cock.
Katelyn enjoyed light bondage and allowed her husband to take all the nude pictures of her he wanted. She had even gone to a professional photographer and had a set of "Bedroom" pictures done in various poses, though none of them were nudes or topless. Her husband, Patrick, had been trying to get her to do a threesome for nearly twenty years, but she always rejected the idea. Last Saturday night they had gone to a party at her best friend's house and all of them had had a good time. They had planned on spending the night instead of driving home, so they were a bit drunk. After everyone else had left, Pat asked Kate's friend, Chet, if he wanted to see Katelyn's tits. Chet was going through a nasty divorce and hadn't seen a set of tits in a long time, so he said "sure."
Katelyn was sitting on the couch. She had worn a loose fitting, deep plunging "vee" blouse and her bra did not cover her breasts very well. Pat had noticed Chet sneaking peeks at her tits whenever she bent over to sit down or put something on the coffee table. Chet could nearly see her nipples and he felt his cock stir a few times even though he had never considered the idea of fucking her before. Pat walked over and sat down beside Katy and put his left arm around her shoulder. Without warning, he shifted his weight to pen her right arm behind his body, and grasped her left arm with his left hand so it could not move. Then, he calmly reached over with his right hand, reached down into her cleavage and popped her right breast completely out into full view. Kate squealed and struggled, but could not get away. Her large, plump breast was fully exposed to Chet's view and he just smiled and stared at it. The nipple, which was pink and about ¾ of an inch long, was surrounded by an aureole the size of a silver dollar. It stood straight out and looked like it needed sucking. Pat asked Chet if he wanted a taste, and he said no, but thanked Pat for the wonderful show.
Soon after, they went to bed and slept the sleep of the nicely drunk . The next day on the way home, Katelyn told Pat not to ever do that again, as it made her feel used. Later that week they had been talking about why Patrick wanted to share Katelyn with strangers and he explained that the idea made him hard as a rock and, well, happy. He wasn't a happy person by nature, but the idea of watching Katelyn sucking some stranger's dick, or seeing her getting fucked made him extremely happy. When he was done talking, she had said nothing. The next evening after dinner, Katelyn had told Pat that she would agree to try a threesome, but that Pat had to set it up and it had to be in a hotel in the next city over.
Pat had smiled, kissed her sweet lips and thanked her. He then said he would take care of the rest. When Saturday morning rolled around, Katie was getting cold feet. She mentioned this to Pat, who was very disappointed, but said he would call the guy he had set up for them to meet and cancel the evening's plans. He had been pouty the rest of the morning and had said very little.
Finally, just after lunch she had relented.
"Okay, okay. I said I would do this, and I am going to go through with it. Call our date back and tell him it is back on."
Pat had nearly hurt himself trying to get to the phone to set things in motion again. That evening, about seven, Katelyn had gone upstairs and showered. She washed her hair, touched up her nail polish and put on her reddest lipstick. Patrick called it her "Blowjob red lipstick." And he loved to watch her mouth move up and down on his six inch dick whenever she sucked him. He especially enjoyed it when she wore the lipstick he had bought her for Christmas. Once the hair and makeup were perfect, Katelyn slipped off her bathrobe and put on a pair of black lace "boy short" panties.
She had lost weight, and they looked very nice on her ass. Next, she put on the bra that she had purchased for the professional photo shoot. It too was black, had thin spaghetti straps and a bit of a soft fir edging on it. It pushed her breasts together, enhancing her cleavage. She had a blue, silk blouse and a skirt that went with it. The blouse was clingy and she left it unbuttoned to just below the bra. When she moved just right, the bra was visible. The skirt was snug on her hips and curved down her ass slightly. It was not tight by most standards, but it was tighter than what she normally wore, and it hit her nearly exactly in the middle of her thigh.
When she walked down the stairs, Patrick was waiting for her. He whistled softly and told her she looked magnificent. And she did. Then they headed out the door, got in the car and headed off to their adventure. Pat was having a hard time driving, because his dick kept getting hard every time he glanced at Katie. They arrived at the bar where they were supposed to meet their "friend" and Pat sent Katie inside alone while he parked the car.
He had already sent their "friend"Chris a picture of her so he would know her when she walked into the bar. She sat down at a table in a corner and ordered a champagne cocktail. She figured she was going to need it to steel her nerves and keep her promise.
By the time Pat got in the bar, she had already downed one and had a second she was working on. Pat took a seat at the bar and looked around the room. He noticed a guy at the pool table dressed in slacks, a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled part way up and his black hair parted on the right side, but down to his shoulders. He was younger than Pat had thought. Probably in his mid 40s and was in good shape, but not a "Body beautiful." He had been watching Katie since she walked in and knew it was her. He had checked her out and decided that this could be a lot of fun. He liked plump women and he liked them slightly older. Katie had been looking around the bar wondering who her husband had set them up with and hoped he would not be some overweight slob who turned her stomach.
Chris walked over to where Katie sat and introduced himself. He asked if he could sit down and she said yes. She liked his aftershave and the fact that he was nicely dressed. The waitress brought him another Jack and coke and he ordered Katie another champagne cocktail. When the drinks arrived, he slid further into the booth and allowed his leg to lightly touch Katie's. She jumped a little bit, but then settled back down and allowed the pressure to increase. They were talking about her job as an architect and his as a ship designer. Katie could feel the alcohol moving through her body and she was beginning to sweat just a bit from the heat in the bar and the alcohol. The sweat was tickling down her cleavage and soaking her silk blouse.
Chris put his right arm around her shoulders and drew her to him. Their lips touched and she allowed him to kiss her softly. She liked kissing, and there had not been enough of it at home lately. It felt warm and inviting and she did not resist when he kissed her a second time, a bit more forcefully. She felt Chris' tongue softly part her lips and her tongue softly danced off the end of his. He pulled back a bit and looked at her. She smiled and said that she liked the way he kissed. Then she put her hand on the back of his head and slowly drew him into another, much more passionate exchange. Chris allowed his hand to drop down under the table and gently rested it on the bare thigh, just above her knee. She made no move to stop him, as she knew that much more than this was expected of her this night.
The booth was very dark and Chris slowly slid his hand up under the skirt Katelyn was wearing and allowed his fingertips to brush softly against her lace panties. She moaned a little, but made no attempt to stop him. Patrick had been watching this entire meeting from his vantage point at the bar and he figured it was time to join the fun. He went to the booth, sat down and introduced himself and ordered another round for all three. He was drinking Patron margaritas and was enjoying himself immensely.
