Later that afternoon, long after Sam had finished cleaning the pool and had left, Sharon picked up her things by her lounger and went back in the house. It had been a satisfying day overall, especially with the unexpected copulation with an oversexed 18-year-old. What Sammy lacked in experience he more than made up with enthusiasm. And, even better, he was trainable. Sharon envisioned future bouts of bedroom gymnastics where she would teach him the skills to please not only her, but any woman.
She poured herself a glass of Chardonnay from the fridge and walked into the bedroom. Her bed was still rumpled from her earlier romp, and she straightened it to avoid any awkward questions from Dan when he returned home from work. She noticed a wet spot on the bedspread, no doubt the remnants of their combined sex juices, and she bent to smell it. Yes, unquestionably a teenage cum stain. She inhaled it once more. Sharon loved the smell and taste of cum--and had loved it ever since she first tasted it in college.
As a teenager, she had developed early and by the time she entered college, she sported a pair of D-cup breasts that attracted students and professors alike. Like many girls of that era, she had lost her virginity in a clumsy back-seat adventure with an older boyfriend. And while the experience was not exactly wonderful due to the cramped quarters and cold vinyl seats, she eventually agreed to other less intrusive acts of sex like mutual hand jobs and, later, fellatio.
And as she discovered early on, the negative reports she had heard from girlfriends usually got it all wrong. She loved giving head. There was a certain power and control she felt with a cock in her mouth. She learned to tease and tempt until the owner was begging her to continue. An added bonus occurred when he shot a big wad into her mouth. She loved the musky smell and the taste, and what grossed out her friends only delighted her.
Sharon also learned during those first experiences that she could stem the flow of cum by applying pressure at the base of the guy's shaft. When a cock began pulsing in her hand, she would squeeze it until the throbbing stopped. Then she would occupy herself by licking and sucking on the guy's testicles and talking dirty, making sure to keep the erection but not guaranteeing a finale. If anyone got nasty about her techniques, she would end it with an "Oh, sorry. Time's up," and leave her victim with a terrible case of blue balls. She also promised if she ever heard of anyone bragging or telling others about their experiences with her, it would be the last one they ever received.
Of course, that was rarely a problem. She was so skilled at sucking cock that virtually anyone who was fortunate enough to be on the receiving end dared not spoil a good thing. Sharon realized that sooner or later the word would get out...she was no fool...but her long range game plan was to leave her Podunk hometown soon and never look back. She was destined for bigger and better things. With a slim figure, D cup tits, and a love of sex, the world awaited her.
But life doesn't always cooperate. And birth control isn't fool proof. Before she was able to claim the ring on the merry-go-round, she got knocked up. Abortion never entered her mind. She liked the guy who was obviously the father. He was handsome, had a great job, and happened to sport a good-sized prick, probably his best asset. When he heard the news, he hesitated for only a second before first asking what Sharon wanted to do, and then before she could answer, he proposed to her. Within weeks, they were a legal couple.
Soon enough, after a somewhat difficult pregnancy, Lori was born, and Sharon began her life as a mom. She was a good mom, raising her child to be happy and healthy. Sharon's engorged breasts, always large, became monstrous during pregnancy and afterwards. She loved to nurse her baby as well as her husband, who couldn't get enough of his wife's tits. And while they did decrease in size eventually, they stayed permanently arger than before she was pregnant. Sharon had always been somewhat noncommittal about men fondling and sucking on her big tits, but after nursing she began to crave having a pair of excited lips working over her fat nipples, and she didn't really care whose lips they were.
In time, her relationship with her husband grew old, as is often the case with youthful vows. The fact that they were more or less forced into their marriage didn't help, and Sharon's eyes began to stray. When Lori was still in diapers, Sharon had her first affair. It was with another woman.
Janet was the good looking wife of a friend of her husbands, and they often socialized as families. Phil and James, her husband, were best friends and so it was natural that Sharon and Janet formed a bond. It was obvious to Sharon that Phil lusted after her from the looks she received, but eventually she began to feel that Janet had eyes for her as well. She learned the truth one weekend when the two men were on a three-day fishing trip and she invited Janet to stay with her for a "girls' weekend."
Sharon had put Lori, still a toddler at the time, to bed after a wonderful dinner with a bottle of fine wine. She and Janet had changed into comfortable bedtime clothes and decided to watch some tv and celebrate their men being out of their hair. Sharon handed her friend a glass of French Bordeaux she had received as a Christmas present and was saving for a special occasion. Half of that bottle was now gone at they sat at opposite ends of a couch in her cozy den. The tv was on but no one was watching it. Sharon smiled as Janet sipped wine in her pj's and ran her fingers through her short auburn hair.
"James isn't much of a wine drinker, so it would be wasted on him. Cheers! Here's to women ruling the world. If only men would get out of the way."
"Cheers! This wine is wonderful. And thanks again for dinner. That was fabulous. You are quite the chef. Beautiful, big boobs, and can cook. Don't tell me...you give great blowjobs as well, I 'spose."
"Has James been talking to Phil? Oh, wait...you're kidding! Duh! Well, as a matter of fact. I can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, as they say." Sharon giggled. "Why? Don't you do that for Phil from time to time."
"Only if I have to. I've never been one to enjoy putting a penis in my mouth. To be honest, I'd rather suck on those big boobies of yours than a guy's cock. Plus, I never learned to keep from gagging on Phil's, so I don't ever volunteer except on special occasions."
"Well, James loves it when I give him head, but I'd prefer it if he'd rather suck on my titties too; they're always full of milk these days and Lori is getting weaned, so I don't get any relief. I have to pump them, or they get painful." Sharon looked down at her large chest and hefted her left breast with a free hand. "Check them out! They're swollen and huge."
She lifted her pajama top and revealed both huge breasts to her friend. Janet almost spilled her wine when she saw them.
"My god, Sharon. How are you able to walk around with those things. They're like two watermelons. My back would be killing me. Your nipples are bigger than most women's boobs. God, look at mine. They're tiny compared to yours." Janet lifted her top to reveal two nicely shaped cones capped with small pointy nipples. "Phil says he likes my boobs...." She lowered her voice to imitate her husband, "'More than a mouthful is a waste,' he would say, but I've seen the way he looks at you when you walk into a room. Trust me, he ain't looking at your face, although you do have a beautiful face. He's looking at those puppies standing out from your chest.
"Janet, you've got beautiful boobs. Perfect sized. These do give me fits from time to time, especially now that they're full of milk. But I sort of like the attention they get also. I act like it is annoying, but honestly, I smile when I see men drooling. Guys are so predictable. And I've always liked to have my tits fondled."
