Three On A Match

Alphonse "Al" Petrino is a nice guy. He's a bit of a nebbish, yeah, but nobody really has anything bad to say about him. I didn't dislike him, and everything I relate from here on in is not intended to be a negative reflection on him. To be honest, I know now that some of it is actually a negative reflection on me.

I'm Steve March. For 15 years, I was a down the street neighbor of Al Petrino. My parents still live on the same block as Al's widow, Marge. Ah, Marge, now that's a horse of a different color. I guess I should explain...

It was a beautiful mid-June morning as I walked down the block heading for Robert Browning's house to hang with him for several hours. I had the evening shift at Dunkin, so I had several hours of freedom. I had graduated high school the week before, and was looking forward to starting college in seven weeks.

As I headed toward the end of the block, I looked up to see Marge Petrino--six months pregnant Marge Petrino--trying to get some grocery bags out of her car trunk. My first thought... hey, I was your basic average 18-year-old hornball... was that she looked pretty hot for a 44-year-old pregnant woman. My second thought was that I needed to help her bring the bags into her house. My father had taught me to always respect and help people, and he would kick my ass if I just walked past Marge without offering to help.

"Let me help you, Mrs. Petrino, if that's okay with you," I said as I walked up to her car.

"That would be great, Steve. Thank you," she said as she gave me a beautiful smile.

Goddamn, she's a good-looking woman, I thought to myself. Al's a lucky man. It's no surprise why she seems to be pregnant all the time. I'd be boinking her, too, as much as possible.

I carried in her four bags in two trips.

"Thanks, Steve. That was a big help. It's always a little tough for me on the Mondays when Al is gone," she said.

Her husband worked for the railroad. Every Monday he had some sort of meeting several hours away, so he stayed overnight in a hotel before coming home on Tuesday evening. Everybody on the block knew about Al being gone on Mondays, and all the neighborhood men made it a point to keep an eye out for Marge on those days. Now it was my turn.

"You're welcome, Mrs. P. You need help with anything else while I'm here?"

I noticed her five kids weren't around. Lori, her 17-year-old, must have taken the rest of the kids someplace.

"Actually, yeah, the kitchen window is sticking again. Do you think you could get it open for me?"

"Not a problem. I got it," I responded.

I flipped the latches open, braced my feet evenly and yanked the window up. Damn, that

was

stuck.

When I turned around, Marge was standing right there, her pregnant belly gently touching... my dick in my shorts. I know I flinched as I felt my dick start to stiffen. Unconsciously, I looked up into her bright cornflower blue eyes... and was lost. I'm pretty sure I was still breathing, but I knew my big brain was no longer in charge.

Her smile was a combination of innocence and evil. I would have sworn her eyes were glowing, but in my condition I couldn't be sure of anything. She took my arms by my wrists and placed both of my hands on her large belly. My hard dick was trying to rip through my shorts as it was tight up against her.

"Ooh. You obviously like... helping out," she purred. "Mmm... that feels nice."

The feel of her preggo belly was amazing as I rubbed it. Somehow, the buttons on the front of her maternity dress were undone, and I was then rubbing her bare skin. She leaned into me, got up on her tiptoes and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. When we separated, her dress was pooled at her feet and she was standing in a black bra and what looked like granny panties. She stepped forward, reached into the waistband of my shorts and grabbed my brick-hard dick.

"You're not a virgin, are you Steve?" she asked breathlessly.

All I could do was shake my head. My throat was too dry for words.

"Have you ever eaten pussy, Steve?" she asked huskily.

I again shook my head.

"Then I've got a treat for both of us," she whispered.

A minute later we were in her bedroom, naked. She spread her legs and told me to bring my face to her pussy.

"Now put your face right here," she said, holding her vaginal lips apart, "and stick out your tongue. Listen carefully and explore. I've heard you're a smart boy. I think you will figure it out. Don't be afraid to get your fingers involved, too."

I had been told the word used to describe the smell of a woman's pussy is musky. I didn't have a clue if her being pregnant changed the smell... or the taste. I licked and kissed with my tongue and lips and used my fingers to rub various places. She started going crazy, screaming, moaning and writhing all over the bed. Several times I had to grab a hip to keep her from sliding away.

I wasn't ready for what happened next. She shrieked loudly and bucked her pelvis into my face, almost breaking my nose, before she exploded, soaking me with a warm, wet liquid.

I was shocked and physically hurt, but I was also as charged up sexually as I had ever been in my young life. My previous experience was feeling up several girls and having sex with three of them in the back seat of my old car. This was at a level I had never previously enjoyed.

I lifted my head and noticed Marge looking back at me, her eyes glazed over with lust. She didn't give me any direction, so I used my best judgment and dove back in between her legs. Twice more she screamed, bucked and, as I figured out later, squirted on me.

She was panting like a freight train and mumbling incoherently before she finally was able to tell me that she wanted me to lie on the bed on my back, my ultra-hard dick sticking straight up. She then crawled over to me, squatted with her hands on my chest and slowly lowered herself on my pole until she was all the way down. She slowly started to lift herself up and down on my dick and I reached up and started playing with her milk-engorged tits. She moaned as I wondered if this was as close to heaven as I was going to get without being hit by a bus, and I started to buck up into her. She had another orgasm and I just couldn't hold off any longer, filling her with the largest amount of cum I'd ever produced.

She collapsed on my chest, her tits smashing into my chest and her belly hard up against my stomach. After about five minutes, she lifted her face to mine and gave me a soft but passionate kiss on the lips.

"Not bad for a beginning pussy-eater, young man. I think you could become great with a little practice," Marge said.

"Wow! You mean I'll get to do this again?" I blurted out. "When?"

"Easy, Steve. I'm a married woman and usually there are kids hanging around. We'll only be able to do this again on a Monday if the kids are gone again. I should be able to work that out a time or two, though," she said. "But you can't tell a soul about this... and I mean not a single person.

"I'm always so horny when I'm pregnant... and I love having my pussy eaten, but Al just hates to do that. If you're willing to help me out here..."

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah," I answered enthusiastically.

"Okay, give me your cell number. I'll text you," she said.

"Now let's get you cleaned up. The kids will be home in a little while.

"Oh, by the way, sorry about that smack on your nose. I guess I got carried away. That's not a bad thing, you know."

I got to experience Marge three more times before going off to college in August. Based on her body and vocalizations, I think I learned how to eat pussy pretty good. I also got more experience with different sexual positions in a bed, with a real woman as opposed to a girl.

My summer experiences gave me a newfound confidence with women. I knew that if I could please a 44-year-old pregnant woman, college girls would be little challenge. God bless Marge Petrino.

I was amazed at how the college girls went absolutely crazy over my oral skills. Seems that pleasing their partners wasn't a big thing with most college guys. I was, in effect, a unicorn... a sexual unicorn... a very popular sexual unicorn. If I was a pig, I could have dated girls five nights a week.

I got an unexpected phone call in March. Lori Petrino, the oldest daughter of Marge and Al Petrino, wanted to know if I would be her date for her senior prom in six weeks. She wasn't dating anyone, and her mother suggested me since Lori and I were friends and I was a nice guy.

I had to wonder if Marge suggested me knowing that I would treat her daughter right at the end of the night. Sex after prom was almost a given, and Marge knew that I wouldn't just treat her daughter like some random pussy. Marge knew me well enough to know that I would treat Lori like a princess throughout the evening, and at the end of the night I would give her everything her mother taught me.

The truth is I have always had a bit of a crush on Lori Petrino. A year younger than me, Lori was a pretty girl with very big tits and sparkling light blue eyes. Most guys never realized she even had eyes. Her one drawback, though, was that she was about 30 pounds overweight, so she went through school with the label of "the fat girl with the big tits." If guys bothered to ask her out, it was only so they could grope her melons. She was fully aware of how the boys thought of her, so she spent much of her social time as the quiet but cheerful sidekick.

We were friends of a sort in school and in the neighborhood, but it was just that: friends of a sort. I knew the alpha girl in her group and occasionally my group and hers intermingled, so to speak, but that was as far as it went, until she called me.

The day of the prom, a Friday, I ditched my afternoon classes at college and drove back into town with plenty of time to spare so I could pick up the corsage I bought for her, take a nap, shower, shave and put on my best suit. At the appointed time, I drove the half-block to her parents' house to pick her up.

It was somewhat surreal to be dating Marge's daughter after what her mother and I had done the previous summer. Marge, by the way, had given birth to a boy, and the tally stood at three girls and three boys. She was holding the little guy in her arms when she answered the door and gave me a wink while her husband came up to join us.

I'm pretty sure it's some sort of a tradition for the girl to never be ready quickly for prom, and I was told I had to wait for a couple of minutes while Lori tended to her final few details. That gave Al a chance to give me the traditional "fatherly speech."

"I know you were taught right, but still, I expect you to treat my first-born with every bit of respect you would show my wife, got it. If not, I'll have to kick your ass, and I think your father might help me with that," he said.

For the first time, I had a pang of guilt about what I had done with Al's wife. I

was

taught better than that, but at that time there was no way I wasn't going to fuck Marge when she asked. I chuckled to myself, though, when Al suggested he could kick my ass, although he was smart enough to say my father would help. Yeah, that would be the only way that doughboy could get that done.

Just then Lori made her grand entrance, and it was quite the entrance, I must admit. Her dark blue dress was beautiful against her alabaster skin and made her eyes sparkle, but it was tough to notice anything other than the large amount of creamy white breasts that were on display. Marge grinned at me knowingly. I noticed Al looked more than a little uncomfortable.

"Uhhh... wow... you look fantastic!" I breathed out, taking a quick look at Al to see if he was watching me.

He wasn't. He was staring at his daughter like a perv. Can't say I blamed him, though.

Ellen Carmichael, the alpha female in the group Lori hung with, didn't look pleased when she saw Lori's dress as she walked into the prom. Ellen was a very pretty girl, but even her beauty was having a tough time competing with Lori's blatant boob show.

"That's quite the attention-getter, Lori," Ellen said, much less friendly than usual, as the others in the area just stared open-mouth.

Lori blushed, and I could tell she was more than a little nervous with the amount of attention she was receiving. She was used to being overlooked, not looked over.

When I noticed Lori not responding, I stepped up.

"Yes, she definitely has my attention, that's for sure," I answered. "She made the drive back here worthwhile."

Ellen looked a little deflated at my response. Lori took a deep breath, which made her boobs stick out even more.

I saw Lori look a little wistful when the music started and couples started hitting the dance floor.

"I know you can't dance fast in that dress and keep your modesty," I said as I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "But I'll make sure we do every slow dance."

She beamed her smile at me. I noticed the same look in her eyes that I had seen in her mother's the previous summer.

We had a great night, talking softly and whispering to each other throughout the prom. Several times during the event I leaned in and planted soft kisses on her soft lips. She was surprised the first time I did it, but after that she kissed back every time. Her breathing got a little faster throughout the night.

There was a post-prom event planned, and both Lori and I had brought a change of clothes for that, but as the prom was breaking up, I whispered to Lori that I had gotten a room at a near-by hotel, and I felt that our next few hours could be better spent there. She blushed crimson from the top of her face all the way down her mostly-exposed tits, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a searing kiss, those luscious melons smashing into me.

I will remember the next three hours for the rest of my life.

We kissed passionately several times after we entered the hotel room, and I could tell she was more than willing to continue by how ragged her breathing got. I was more than willing to lead, and she let me strip her oh-so-slowly.

I was very impressed with how well her abbreviated bra held up those massive boobs the whole night, and for a brief moment I thought about the engineering it took to manufacture that piece of clothing. Then I removed that bra, and if I wasn't already religious, I would have instantly become so because what was in front of me was truly some of God's best work: magnificent didn't do her huge boobs justice. Perfect would have been accurate, I guess. They were massive and yet somehow still stood out proudly on her chest. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars, and her excited nipples were like hard inch-long bullets.

I gently cradled those orbs before squeezing them and feeling their firmness. I ran my index fingers over her nipples and she moaned, causing my already hard dick to twitch in my pants. I squeezed them between my thumbs and forefingers and pulled and was very surprised when she climaxed, her knees giving out enough that I had to let go of her breasts to catch her in my arms. I'd never had a woman have an orgasm just from me playing with her breasts, and what breasts they were.

Once I had her laying down on the bed, I sucked one nipple and then the other. She had a second orgasm when I sucked her breasts before I slid my face down her body, licking all the way.

I was too busy to think about the irony of what I was doing to Lori as I licked, sucked and kissed her sweet-tasting pussy to three screaming, writhing orgasms. I was a man possessed. After the last orgasm by mouth, I crawled up her body, ran my hard dick up and down her wet pussy lips and started to push in.

"Oh... easy there, big boy. Go slow. That's virgin territory," she whispered.

I stopped moving immediately and looked into her eyes.

"Seriously?" I questioned.

Her blue eyes darkened.

"To a lot of these guys, I'm just the fat girl with the big tits..." she sniffled.

"That's on them, babe, not on you," I said, sinking my lips onto hers before I tried to suck out her tonsils.

I can't explain it, but I kind of felt... honored that I could take Lori's virginity. I made sure to watch her face and take things very slowly. I could feel how tight she was, but as I've come to learn, there was none of the rumored "breaking of the hymen." It still took me several minutes and a lot of shifting around before she gave me the go-ahead to start pumping.

I pumped slowly at first, watching her face, listening to her noises and feeling her movements. After several minutes, she started to match my rhythm, so I started to roll a little harder; she kept pace until I felt her pussy clench and her body spasm once again.

"Oh... yeah," she whispered.

I kissed her gently. She looked tired yet satiated. I had hoped for a second go before I had to take her home, but I could see that it was going to take her some time to recover. We cuddled and talked for about a half-hour before we got dressed in our after-prom clothes and I drove her home, getting a very nice kiss on her doorstep.

"Thank you for an amazing night, Steve. I will remember this night forever," she purred.

"That makes two of us, Lori," I replied. "School ends next week and I'll be home for the summer. How about we go to a movie next Saturday night? Maybe I could find some place for us to do something else, too."

"You don't have to be nice to me, Steve. Just because you took me to prom doesn't mean you have to be chained to me," she said.

"Ooh, that sounds like fun, but seriously, why wouldn't I want to be chained to you? I had a great time tonight, both in bed and out. I thought you did, too," I said.

I got her biggest smile of the night. She kissed me enthusiastically. I took that as a done deal.

We went out the next week and both had a good time, although we didn't have sex that night. Sex was a big part of our relationship, but it was far from the only reason we were together. The fat chick with the big boobs was so much more than that.

About two weeks after I got home for the summer, I got a call from Ellen Carmichael.

"Hey, Ellen, what can I do for you?" I asked, truly perplexed by her call.

Ellen and I were acquaintances at best. She was Lori's friend, supposedly, not mine.

"Are you ever going to ask me out? You don't take hints worth a damn, Steve," she answered. "I gave you enough hints at the prom, didn't I?"

In fact she had. She did everything but get naked in front of me at the prom. She even asked me to dance several times throughout the evening, but I gently rebuffed her each time. I could tell Lori was very uncomfortable when Ellen tried to get me alone, so I tried my best to keep that from happening. Lori was my date, and to quote my father, "A gentleman always goes home with the girl he went to the dance with."

Although Lori and I hadn't discussed exclusivity, I knew she wouldn't date anyone else while we were dating, therefore it was only fair that I wouldn't either. Also, I didn't need more than one girl at a time, unlike some of my friends who dated multiple girls.

"I'm dating Lori right now, so, no, I won't be asking you out," I said. "I'm flattered that you would like to go out with me, but I'm a one girl at a time kind of guy."

There was silence on the other end of the line for several long seconds.

"You can't be that much of a Boy Scout, Steve. Lori's my friend, but this isn't about friendship. We can have a really good time together," she said.

"Maybe another time or place, Ellen. For now, though, I'm having a really good time with Lori."

"Have it your way, Boy Scout. But don't be surprised if I'm not available when you finally wake up."

"Duly noted," I said, disconnecting the call.

Our great summer together ended when I left to go back to college in early August. Madison, Wisconsin, was a six-hour trip from Toledo, Ohio, so I knew the only fair thing to do was to turn Lori loose to date others while I did the same at college; in effect we were breaking up. Although I was only 19, I was smart enough to know that long-distance college relationships rarely worked, and someone usually got hurt badly. Lori was going to school for her freshman year at the University of Toledo.