Late pt.7 (Patreon)

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Late pt.7

Two teams ran to their respective dugouts, or rather, one ran whilst the other trudged with downcast faces, seemingly impervious to the optimistic voices coming from the home bleachers.

“Come on Wildcats!”

“You got this guys!”

Mo looked at the scoreboard and grimaced, shouldering his bat and wishing he was at home, coming to join Zoey and Claire in the huddle. A fairly un-inspiring man stood in the centre, and before he had even opened his mouth Mo’s attention began wondering.

“SO, time to get it right……”

Dean usually began with some monologue or another before getting to the point.

“Well this sucks,” Mo muttered into Claire’s ear.

“Oh thanks, I needed to hear that after standing in a field watching them run in circles past our bases,” she responded out of the side of her mouth.

“…. we’re being too soft, we need to play hard!....... What we NEED to do is focus….”

Dean continued speaking but Mo stopped listening, shifting from side to side, his eyes lowering to Terry’s slim, but firm ass standing in front of him.

“Wouldya stop staring,” muttered Zoey, “you’re gonna start drooling.”

“What?? It’s slim pickings without Coach here.. I need something to rest my eyes on!” he hissed back.

“Hey, I’m right here,” muttered Claire, pushing her large butt out so it pressed through her shorts.

“You told me to stop looking at yours.”

“Yep… I expect you to understand that the pickings are NOT slim, but that you should avert your eyes at all times regardless.”

“That’s literally torture!”

They nattered away at the back of the group of gathered players, many of whom were trying their best to put on a brave face in the face of a rather un-inspiring speech.

“Come ON!” Dean snapped, “It’s not that hard, we went through this.”

Some of the heads lowered. Friends and family continued to clap nearby, but their excitement was tempered by the clouds overhead slowly devouring the summer sun, patters of rain hitting their foreheads, bringing with it an unshakeable malaise.

“Go Wildcats.”

“Come on Charlene!!”

She smiled, waving at a man sitting with two young children, but then Dean’s voice rose, and it was quickly wiped from her face.

“We just have to make sure that everyone is actually getting their head in the game, RIGHT BOB?!”

Bob’s eyes never left the floor.

Terry looked over at him and then at Dean, watching him with his hands on his hips as he pointed at people, in his happy space of dictating facts. She had to squeeze the bat tight in her palm to stop herself accidentally throwing it at his nose.

“Right, I expect everyone to be on their toes and ready… bases are there to be stolen, so if we aren’t on our toes, how can we expect to get there???!”

He spoke at Kevin who looked statuesque.

“Toes, toes, toes!”

The man said nothing in response, and Dean nodded as if they understood each other. Terry also tried to catch Kevin’s eye, but the previously jocular figure seemed too lost in his own thoughts to acknowledge either of them.

She clenched her fists, the muscles across her body tightening.

Behind her Mo spluttered as Terry’s ass tensed aesthetically, and received a sharp elbow in the ribs from Claire.

***

Miles away, Jane pirouetted around her bedroom.

It had been years since she’d danced. Of course when people had suggested as a child that she should stick to that and not sports because she was a girl, that was the end of that. It had been sports from then on.

She balanced up on her toes and arched to the side, using the edge of the bed to manoeuvre across the room to the window where she tried to spread her arms before she was reminded her left was still trapped in a cast, spirits briefly dragged down to earth as she groused, clutching the immobile limb….. but as quickly as the pain left, her heart was soaring once more.

The tall, lithe figure slipped to the window and gazed out with a bright smile at the overcast day that couldn’t possibly dampen her high spirits.

‘This is silly… I can’t be this happy just because I got a blowjob yesterday…’

Jane then span, throwing her right arm out to an invisible partner before racing after him, pushing into a long skip with her legs out front and back. As she did her dick flopped odiously through the front of her jogging bottoms, making it look like she was kicking a secret third arm out in front of her as she spun.

The moves were sloppy, but it didn’t matter, the joy clear in every lithe and imperfect twirl.

Jane landed athletically, her knees bending easily to support her, breathing fast as she slowed to a walk back towards the living area again.

A glance at the clock made her frown.

A game was taking place right now. With her team…. or rather, not her team.

She sighed.

Not exactly as perfect a day as her mood suggested…

Just as she was thinking of easing off the interpretive dance, her phone vibrated on the table, the light of the screen a beacon calling to her.

Instead of walking straight to it, she threw herself forwards dramatically, then away from it, her smile unabashed as she attempted to balance on her toes like a ballet dancer, managing a few game steps before her calves and the arch of her foot began to burn, and she stumbled the final few steps, eagerly grabbing the phone off the table to read the bright blue message that had appeared.

*Hey Jane. Can we meet up? x*

Even though she had expected it, her eyes went wide like a cat that had rediscovered its favourite toy.

***

Across town, Freddie placed the phone back on his desk and began shuffling back and forth. He tried not to stare at his phone expectantly, but found himself glancing at the desk every few seconds.

‘Was I too forward?.... No, don’t start all that again…. just wait…Maybe I should play some games to occupy some time….’

Uninterested fingers picked up and fiddled with a controller that he could no longer be distracted by.

‘Don’t think about it… do something productive…’

He considered going downstairs and maybe cleaning the dishes or doing the rubbish, but frankly it excited him less than anything he could imagine other than searching for a job, and that was definitely not in his short or medium-term list.

There had to be SOMETHING to do other than wait for Jane to-

*Bzzt*

Freddie lunged for the phone, jumping onto his bed and opened the message with his head on the pillow, and the other hand nervously fiddling with the bedsheets.

*Sure. Where would you like to meet up?*

His heart pounded as he considered the question, mind already racing.

‘Where to go…?’

A little voice in his head suggested probably not going to her place… because if that happened, they would probably just get straight down to-

The memory of her cock bulging his cheek odiously made his heart palpitate, and he could barely contain the adrenaline that began coursing through his body, fingers slipping as he typed and then untyped a message.

His thumb circled the phone.

‘Just say somewhere…’

An image of Terry storming off made him sigh.

‘….not burger-town though..’

His fingers began to blitz across the screen.

*The Coffee Café in the town square tomorrow? 1pm?*

After a less than a minute a response came back.

*It’s a Date x*

***

Steam rose from the coffee machine as it whistled in the background, a few tables of the colourful coffee shop occupied by an older couple, a businessman on his laptop, and some student types discussing what might have been a group project. The rest were empty save for one small, unassuming Freddie as he tried his best to look cool without looking like he’d made a lot of effort to do so, brushing his brown hair forward slightly despite it still being too short to place into a quiff.

The young man glanced at the neatly ribboned chocolate he had bought, placed carefully on the table, and checked his appearance in his phone camera for a third time. Unsatisfied, he glanced at his watch.

She was usually bang on time. It was nearly five past…

Then it happened, and suddenly he wasn’t ready for it at all.

Like a dream she strolled into view behind the window, and Fred had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Jane looked jaw-dropping; skin bright and effervescent, like the sun had kissed it twice. Her ass had somehow been crow-barred into skin-tight jeans with a smart golden belt-buckle, and her top was so revealing it looked like something out of a lingerie catalogue, her breasts carefully pushed up and out front by a combination of black silken straps so there was no possible way to avoid ogling the healthy showing of soft, plump mounds shouldered between them, with a long crevasse open down to her belly. A black sling still sat on her left side, subtly covered by a large black handbag, and her hair was razor-edged at her shoulders. She entered with the air of someone who knew exactly how good they looked. She looked smouldering enough for Fred’s vision to go hazy.

‘Oh my God…’

The bell above the door rang out as she entered.

Heads turned, the businessman glancing up from his corner, the students far less reserved about their sudden astonishment at the supermodel who had just entered, one of them buffeting the other hard, wheezing as their compatriot’s face went scarlet. Usually Jane marched with a soldier’s gait, yet the sassiness of it seemed to have been dialled up to ten, large sunglasses making her look like she had just sashayed straight off a catwalk.

Fred had to stop himself glancing left and right just to make sure she wasn’t walking towards someone else.

‘…God and I thought she was hot in coaching gear…. She looks like a fitness model. Okay… okay just stay cool…. s-stay….‘

It turned out that his body wasn’t listening, eyes flitting everywhere across her front, before automatically following the path of least resistance to her crotch once, and then twice to make sure. A tinge of disappointment hit him when he realised there was currently nothing there to see.

‘God I’m so pathetic… I got sad because I couldn’t see a huge cock on a woman…..’

Jane could see his confusion written on his face at the lack of bulge, and managed to resist the urge to smirk.

‘That’s right… I know you’re looking for it, horny boy….’

Nearby, one of the students looked like his brain was dripping out of his ears, staring at the underside of her breasts which were open for viewing.

Fred felt all his senses going haywire as she came and sat on the chair opposite, fixing him with a steely gaze.

“Hi.”

“H.. H-hi Coach… Miss M… Jane.”

She leant forwards, giving him a full view of her cleavage.

“You look good.”

One of Fred’s legs went numb.

“MmI?… I… you look…. good too…”

“I know I do,” she responded tersely.

“N..yeah…..”

Jane cocked her head at Fred’s inability to create human words whilst looking him up and down, taking in his rather loose semi-smart jacket and shoes combo. It was quite pleasing, beholding the rather gallant effort he had made to look manly.

‘Oh he is just too cute…’

Fred opened his mouth then closed it again.

He noticed she had a glossy pink lipstick on that she usually didn’t use, making her lips look even juicier as they pursed.

“Is this for me?”

She picked up the chocolate, turning it over slowly.

“Y-Yeah-”

“Quiet now.”

“Oh..”

Fred’s head was pounding as he fell silent, watching her unwrap it and place a small piece in her mouth.

“Mmm… MMMh…. that’s good..”

He gave a hopeful smile.

“Yeah… it’s.. I really like it.. I thought you might too.”

“Oh I do…”

She proffered a piece.

“Why don’t you eat some.”

He smiled and made to take it, but she pulled her hand just out of reach.

“Tut, tut.”

She opened her mouth at him like she was training a toddler.

“Say Ahh.”

The atmosphere developed a layer of tension that had threatened to emerge the moment Jane walked through the door. Fred could feel a few eyes nearby watching, but ignored it, focusing instead on the chocolate.

She rotated it gently between her fingers, smudging a little of it on her skin as she did so.

Freddie hesitated, then leaned over the table, mouth open.

Jane let her fingers come to meet him, allowing him to take the chocolate carefully with his teeth before pushing it onto his tongue so her fingers went between his lips for just a moment. Freddie wished she could keep them there, saliva submerging the warm, sweet treat in his mouth as she pulled back, stroking across his chin as she did so.

“Good boy.”

He felt exactly the same way the chocolate did in that moment as it melted in his mouth. The flavours had never tasted so good given from her hand, the sweetness and creaminess of it rolling across his tongue as Jane watched, enraptured.

“Mmff-… Th-Thanks.”

A high heel nudged his foot under the table as she leaned over, lowering her voice.

“You’re welcome bitch.”

Fred’s back straightened, senses heightened. It felt like the air was solidifying, like he was struggling to breath, as if something heavy were sitting on his chest.

After a moment of unbearable tension she spoke in a sharp tone.

“Have you ordered?”

“N… No… would you like a coffee-? How are y-?”

“Shut up.”

He fell silent, saliva already filling his mouth. It was only partly due to the chocolate he had just consumed. The fact she hadn’t even taken off the opaque silver glasses made her feel even taller than usual. Her jaw was tight, something in her neck pulsing.

“Freddie…. I don’t care what stupid questions you might try to fill the silences with. I don’t care what you’ve been doing ‘up to’. I don’t care what you’ve been watching on tv, and I don’t need the small talk. We are going somewhere for you to suck my cock, understand?”

He could barely get a response out of his mouth.

“Y….yes.”

“And then I’m taking you home, and I’m going to fuck you.”

He gave the tiniest nod, trying to control his trembling hands.

Her nostrils flared, lowering her voice as she leaned across the table so even more of her cleavage was open for him to salivate over.

“Now, You can either stay here and finish your coffee alone…”

She leant forwards again, her voice quiet but more playful.

“…. or you can come and be Momma’s little whore.”

He glanced around the shop where almost every pair of eyes were flitting between their coffees and the gorgeous blond and her pet. Behind him, the coffee woman dropped a metal stirrer on the floor, which clanged as it bounced, too busy glancing with molten jealousy at the young man speaking to a demi-Goddess.

Hopefully they hadn’t heard what she said.

Fred’s mouth moved, but his throat felt like it had tightened up.

“Uh….”

Jane raised an eyebrow, and Freddie felt a hot flush come to his cheeks, managing a bashful smile.

“Yes… uh, yeah...”

Jane reached over and grabbed his hand, yanking him up from his seat and away from the disbelieving faces of the coffee-shop customers who eyed Jane’s ass as it swayed from their eyes. The glances they gave to Freddie were less than savoury.

‘I wonder what they’d think if they knew what Jane was going to do to me later…’

Despite being pulled along like a dog being walked, Freddie felt adrenaline coursing through his veins as the door tinkled, and then they were walking through a beautiful, sweltering summer day.

He looked up at her business-like expression, then down to her ass swaying, making the jeans she was wearing worth every last dollar that she paid for them and more. Eyes from everywhere snapped towards the odd-looking couple. Perhaps they thought it was merely an alpha female leading her clear beta (or perhaps her son) to the next department store.

It was embarrassing for Freddie, and yet he clutched her hand like he was being led to the promised land.

‘I suppose in a way I am… if somebody had told me a year ago that Jane Matherson wanted me, I’d never have believed it in my wildest dreams….’

Two tall, wide men raised their eyebrows and smirked at the blond striding past, then their faces became distraught as they saw the gentle-looking boy she was hand-in-hand with.

‘Gosh… I didn’t realise that people would look at me now that I’m with Jane…’

He quickened his scurry to keep up in case the men somehow pulled him away from her.

Making their way across the square, they stopped beside a shop ringed with vines, proudly displaying rich tapestries of colourful flowers arrayed in buckets. Jane observed some for a moment before picking out a simple red rose, and Fred squeezed her hand.

“Oh.. would you like-?“

Jane pressed a finger up against his lips.

“No. Not for me. You got me chocolate… I want to buy you something.”

“Oh, well you don’t have to-“

“I want to buy something for my bitch. You will accept it.”.

The way she said ‘bitch’ so maliciously had something gooey in his spine melting, and she walked inside and returned moments later with a full bunch of bright red flowers, handing them to him.

“Here.”

He took the bouquet, bashful.

“Oh J-Jane.. you didn’t have t-“

She leaned in, teeth bared in a rather terrifying smile.

“What did you call me?”

The breath left his chest as he struggled to deal with the wooziness clouding his head.

“S-sorry….Thank you, Mommy.”

“You’re damn right boy….”

He could barely keep his head together as she stood far closer than necessary, forcing him to look up past her breasts.

“….You’re gonna give Momma everything tonight, right?”

Fred’s knees were doing their utmost to collapse, his brain working overtime to keep himself upright.

“Well.. how do you.. mean?...”

Her face became lined with furious passion, and she threw an arm at him, Freddie lurching as he was thrown a few paces back, then she pushed him again into an alleyway to the side of the building. He found himself quickly trapped by the physically superior woman underneath a fire escape, still clinging to the bouquet, his breaths heavy as his back hit the brick wall.

“Ev-ery-thing,” she whispered, advancing.

As his blood accelerated in his limbs, Jane reached out and grabbed between his legs, the large hand enveloping his junk easily, his manhood firm as an iron rod in his pants.

“Ouf!”

“And I mean…. everything.”

He managed a pleasured mewl as she squeezed his erection.

“Un! Y-yeah….”

“I’m going to work you hard tonight bitch.”

“Yuh,” he whimpered, loving the feeling of her body crushing into his, the soft fats and hard muscles almost painfully strong compared to his own, her lips grazing his cheek. He wished she would clamp them across his own and tongue him to death, but they merely pulled back, just out of reach, enticing, so close, and yet so far.

“…..You’re going to be screaming my name.”

“Mmmyeah-…”

She forced him back against the side of the building, snorting into the valley of his neck, licking it.

“Hhhg… Mmmmhh… I’m gonna give you everything you deserve, and you’re gonna love it.”

Her lips brushed his, and he felt the excitement of the kiss that was about to happen threaten to overwhelm him. His mouth opened… and just as he was expecting the kiss to land, Jane pulled back, her face malicious in its twisted grin.

“Come, bitch.”

She turned and clicker her fingers, not even looking back as she strode away on a catwalk that didn’t exist, back onto the street. As he scurried after he truly believed the sidewalk had never looked so good as her heels clacked across it.

*Clack-clack-clack*

Fred’s gaze lowered unabashedly to her firm globes swaying side to side, before fingering his roses nervously and skating to catch up. He would never have followed such emasculating orders for anyone else, but Jane? Jane was his master now.

‘I turned away once… I’ll never do it again.’

For a few blocks they walked, sweat beginning to dapple Fred’s brow as he managed to insert his hand back into hers and be led onwards, until they stopped outside a sports bar – ‘Macey’s Place’ with various bats and balls surrounding the entrance.

“Here.”

She yanked his arm, the rest of him forced to follow briskly.

When Fred stumbled in, he was greeted with a circular neon bar in the centre of a sea of empty tables and sports televisions all showing re-runs of last week’s games. Some over-excitable commentary of a football game masked the silence.

*… and that’s Simmons!... Deshaw!.... WHAT A PASS….*

*Eye of the NEEDLE from Deshaw….*

Two pool tables sat down one side, and various beer pong, darts and drinking game tables were set up opposite, with booths further on. The only other customers were two men chatting quietly over the pool table, one leant over and aiming his cue.

Fred made an effort to compose himself… and then Jane was pulling him close to the point he could feel a harsh but enticing perfume invading his nostrils as the silver panes in front of Jane’s eyes reflecting his own desire back at him, her own gaze inscrutable. It made her expression seem ice-cold.

She subtly grabbed his junk again, and Fred wheezed.

“Careful bitch…. I don’t want you getting too big for you tiny little balls.”

“S-sorry…” he squeaked.

“Sorry what?”

“S… Sorry mama…”

She gently kissed his cheek, barely touching his skin.

“Good boy.”

With that she squeezed his raging package once more which sent pleasure spreading through his lower half, before letting go and dragging him by his elbow to the bar, the bartender looking up in disgruntled surprise at the odd pair.

“Two Chalkston beers please,” Jane said.

“Ch-Chalkston?” Fred managed, finding it hard to pull his eyes up to her face having stared at her ass the entire way to the bar.

“Tut tut… It’s the best local beer for miles around… did your parents teach you anything at all apart from how to look cute?”

Fred felt his cheeks flush profusely, his hand still locked in hers.

“Um… yeah…”

“IDs.”

Jane looked up in surprise, then her voice hardened.

“Excuse me?”

The authority in her voice and incredible physique of the woman in front of him made the bartender do a double-take. He’d seen twenty-year-olds this hot, but definitely not many twenty-year-olds with this much command of a situation, and upon closer inspection realised that the bombshell did in fact show the slightest signs of aging around her eyes.

“Ah.. ID….. for him,” the bartender managed, rubbing his beard awkwardly. He peeled his eyes at the gormless young man alongside her.

It was obvious what his thoughts were… Why was she hanging out with this clown?

“Of course…” she smirked, turning to him and holding out her hand.

Fred felt heat come to his cheeks, and he made to open his mouth, but Jane shushed him, which made his cheeks flush even hotter, almost oven-like.

“You heard the man. ID, now,” she ordered.

She snapped her fingers, and gestured with her outstretched palm.

Fred’s stomach felt like somebody had turned it upside down, his head still somehow outside under the afternoon sun and overcooking as he fumbled for his wallet, extracting his driving license.

Jane snatched it and handed it over, and once the man stared long enough he grunted, giving it back.

“Two beers, comin’ up.”

The man walked away to begin pouring, and Jane pocketed his license instead of giving it back.

“I’ll keep this safe for you.”

“O… okay…”

Whilst they waited, she turned into him so her leg was making contact with his crotch, not enough that it was uncomfortable, but enough that it rubbed just a little against the erection she knew she could make him produce on demand, leaning in with a soft tone.

“I’ll be keeping that, and in fact… why don’t you give me your wallet? No sense in letting a little bitch lose his things, or buy something silly without Mommy’s say so.”

She was so powerful and authoritative that he almost missed the tiny smirk at the corners of her mouth.

A shiver ran down him as he quelled the urge to hump against her leg.

“Yes Mommy,” he whispered back.

He could feel her stare undressing him beneath the glasses, and didn’t know whether to act more demure, excited or flirty, overwhelmed by her sheer presence.

‘She’s playing games with me……’

He was pretty sure he wanted to keep playing as long as possible.

She leaned forwards to pick something from his hair, and in doing so filled his vision with those glorious breasts. He could see a few freckles hidden away at the top of her cleavage, the same cleavage he wanted to bury his face into.

“You like my outfit, don’t you?”

He nodded whilst trying not to stare at the twin sunrise filling his vision at eye-level.

“Y-yes…. yeah it’s great..”

She trailed a finger up his shirt.

“I think your dressing up for me is…. so sweet….. But then, I can’t help preferring you naked and on all fours anyway.”

He whinnied as she butted her leg a little more firmly between his legs, up against him like he was a woman being pleasured.

“Y-yeah but.. I’d… I’d be pretty cold in here if I was naked,” he managed, biting his lip.

Her tone grew threatening, even as her smile extended wide.

“I could warm you up.”

He swallowed a river of saliva.

“Two beers.”

Fred jolted as the man reappeared, Jane smoothly un-pinning him with her thigh as two perfectly poured beers were placed on the side.

“Thanks.”

Jane flashed her card and paid, taking the two drinks and walking off without another word to a booth hidden in the corner. Fred’s legs just about managed to follow whilst his brain was occupied by the sensual images being drilled into overworked eyes.

Her ass was so peachy it was making him delirious, a bonfire melting his brain into soup.

He knew she was going to fuck him. He wanted her to fuck him. A small part of his brain briefly wondered how she had managed to hide her penis, before settling back to its default setting of daydreaming how it would feel inside him once more.

Would she annihilate him? Would they make love? Perhaps she might even tie him up….

Fred made to sit down on the opposite side of the table, but a small tutting noise made him pause, Jane gesturing him to slide into her side first.

It seemed baby was getting put into a corner.

He could barely hold himself together as he wiggled into the space, stomach flipping in his abdomen as he was closely followed by Jane, who made sure to shove him to the furthest corner and out of view of the rest of the bar, butting him with her side.

“Yeah, you just stay right there,” she said with a satisfied smile, sliding his beer in front of him.

A hand came to his thigh and squeezed, before holding up her drink.

“Cheers bitch.”

“Uh.. cheers, Mommy” he managed, clinking her glass as her hand began to rub up and down, moving closer to his already rising crotch.

She stared at him, and for the first time he saw a slight mirth in her smile. Her glossy pink lips seemed to melt into each other every time they met as she added, “to us.”

He met her eyes, and beheld the aura of devilish desire on her face, mirrored wimpishly in his own.

“….To us.”

She took a long draught and Freddie did the same, enjoying the rather citrusy overtone and rich flavour of the beer, licking a little bit of foam of his lip.

“Mmh… it’s pretty nice.”

“You actually like beer?”

“Kinda.”

She snorted.

“Well, that’s kinda surprising.”

He pouted.

“What, you just think I’m a girly guy who drinks cocktails?”

“Kind of, yeah… and to be honest, I thought you’d only drink cocktails and lady drinks because you suck dick better than any girl I ever met.”

This shut Fred up so hard that he forgot how to breathe.

“Be a man then, drink some more beer,” she said lightly, sipping her own with the carefree air of someone in total control.

He did so, unable to speak, caught in a perfect rift between emasculation and horniness.

“Unless you wanna suck my cock right now?”

He coughed on his drink.

“Oh Yeah… yes.. Mommy…”

She took a long swig of her beer, thoughts impenetrable behind the silver lenses which remained locked on him, before slipping her hand back onto his thigh.

“See… I knew you liked cock better than beer.”

Her hand squeezed, nails digging in, and he mewled.

“Were you feeling excited this morning, knowing you were going to be bent over like a girl tonight?” she breathed, closer.

He almost choked on the bitter liquid this time, setting it down..

“H.. Hn… yes…”

Fred felt a warmth in the room that seemed to have followed them all the way from the coffee shop, a hazy excitement as his hands turning clammy, and he had to grip the glass tighter as she squeezed his leg hard enough to begin cutting off circulation.

“Good….. Show me how much you want this dick.”

Her legs spread wide, her mouth a hard line.

He placed his drink down and puffed his chest out, putting a hand on her powerful thigh, enjoying the firmness of it, the warmth underneath the rough denim texture of her jeans.

“I missed you.”

She softened.

“I know… idiot.”

Her voice was light, but the latter word was accompanied by small lines on Jane Matherson’s face, and Fred quickly realised that despite the fun and games a part of her deep down still feared that perhaps she wouldn’t be waking up next to him tomorrow morning.

He placed a hand on her thigh.

“Jane… I’m so sorry…. for all of that….”

Gently, he rested his forehead on her cheek.

“… and I’m here now.. I’m all yours…”

He felt her powerful aura crack for a moment, revealing the vulnerable woman that feared being alone and unloved.

“Thank you,” she murmured, a slight tremor in her throat.

He gave her a long, warm hug, before smiling and saying in a heartier voice.

“Now… weren’t you saying something about me being a bitch?”

Her broad smile was unmistakeable, uttering a chirped laugh before she slipped into her fiery persona.

“Ha…. perhaps you really did miss me then.”

“I really did.”

“Prove it.”

He grinned and bent his head towards her crotch. She grabbed his face, smirking as he whimpered, wanting to pleasure her, wanting to feel her womanhood filling his mouth.

“What are you.”

“I’m a bitch,” he whispered.

“Say it again.”

“I’m a bitch.”

“Again,” she snarled, a trickle of saliva appearing at the corner of her mouth.

“I-I’m a filthy little bitch who needs your cock in all my holes Mommy….!” he whispered frantically, hoping that the bartender wouldn’t notice. Of course the commentary was fairly loud, but with no-one else talking nearby it felt so exposing saying these things in public.

A smile appeared on Jane’s face like that of a virgin princess meeting her prince charming for the first time.

“Oh, yeah….. I think that’s worth a drink…. cheers.”

She picked up her glass and shoved it against his, pushing him away from her crotch.

“Wha-“

“This is for being a naughty boy,” she said lightly, enjoying the shock and desperate need for her cock on his face as she sipped more of the bitter liquid.

‘She’s punishing me… Oh Mama please just let me suck your cock…’

He took a sip of his drink, his hand shaking.

After a long draught, she placed her empty glass down, before grabbing his mid-sip and putting it firmly on the table as well, almost spilling some in the process.

“You’ve got some foam on your lip.”

Fred licked his lips.

“Oh… where-MPH!?”

Jane leant in and swept him up in the deepest and most saliva-filled kiss he had ever experienced, so sloppy and uncoordinated that she was almost falling on top of him, her tongue wildly swirling in his mouth like she’d forgotten the basic idea of kissing, and instead gone for ‘everything at once’. The glasses hit his face awkwardly and fell from her face, revealing eyelids scrunched tight as Jane lost herself in his bodily essence. Warm spit sloshed between their mouths as her tongue sawed back and forth between lips which were already sucking on the returning invader, eager to invite it inside for a warm bed and some pleasant activities.

Her hand closed around the back of his neck, controlling him for easier plundering of his face.

Fred closed his eyes, the two of them navigating by taste and touch alone, the only sounds saliva sloshing along with muted whimpers and gurgles as they explored each other.

“Mmmph-“

“Glmphh….. Mng-”

Fred suckled her lovingly, and Jane engaged him in even deeper suffocation, plunging herself to the deepest she could inside his mouth, crushing their faces together. He whimpered into the delightful violence of this glorious woman on top of and inside him.

For a few moments Fred wondered if he was going to suffocate to death, the barest seconds of pause available to him for inhalation, her lips almost swallowing him whole.

The moment she broke their union was merely to adjust to a better position, almost too afraid to stop in case he might somehow escape her again, no thoughts of teasing present as she forced her way back into his mouth, her tongue a swirling tornado crushing all in its path, bullying his own and chasing it around and around.

“MMhghhpH-“

“Mmm…MMhh….”

It was all heat, and wetness, and relief; a mountain of fears, harboured doubts and awful memories retreating into the background.

Fred let her hold him – taste him – savage him. He let himself be cast off into her storm, and the moment she began to climb on top was the moment he was reminded how much bigger Jane was, the weight of her ass making his thighs ache as she squished them, settling firmly on his lap.

“Mn…”

She both sighed like a nervous virgin on her first kiss and snorted like a charging rhinoceros, trying to be soft but belied her natural aggressive instincts leading to a tighter hold on his bicep than perhaps she intended, the fingers digging uncomfortably into his muscle, plus deep grunts that made his head vibrate.

He tried to keep up. It was tricky, but he tried his best to kiss back as aggressively as possible whilst avoiding pressing or touching her sling, his arms wrapping around her hips as she straddled the young man beneath her, towering over him. After breaking the kiss, she saw the proximity between her strapped-up chest and his face, her tits at Fred’s eye level.

He was caught between staring into her eyes, and into her waiting chest.

She shrugged. Why even bother asking?

Jane fell forwards and mashed them straight into his face, pushing the joyous, sweaty mounds up and around him so he had no choice but to engage in the wonderful swells of her breasts.

“MMmphhh-“

He moaned into the wonderful crevasse of pure woman. He kissed to his right and left, and felt her sweaty, bouncy glans push back against him, the black straps preventing him from sucking on her nipples, but nonetheless reaching a tongue out to lick her breasts regardless, enjoying the soft texture of her skin, the warmth of it.

“Yes..…” she uttered.

A hand gripped tight in his hair and began manoeuvring him up and down, side to side, violently smooshing her tits up against his face.

Losing himself in her aura, he reached forwards to squeeze a cock bulge, and found only smoothness between her legs. His hand slid up and down. Nothing.

When he managed to extricate some of his face from her bosom and open his eyes, his chin still wedged in her tits, she had a grin on her face.

“How… are you hiding it?” he mumbled into her sternum.

“… Painfully,” she whispered, leaning back to unbuckle her jeans, awkwardly fumbling with one hand in her panties before letting out a moan as something was unfurled from its tucked position, a small piece of tape thrown aside.

Like a magic trick, the cock appeared like a whale cresting a wave, slapping Fred’s chin on the way up.

“Uff-“

When blinked himself out of his daze, he found himself staring at the pink mushroomed head sitting atop a giant shaft like a lighthouse in his vision, the only thing that he could see, a heaving turgid cock.

He stared for a long while.

“… Well?”

“..Hn?..”

His attention was wrested by her expression looming over his. It now contained molten anger, a heat greater than any furnace, alongside a force of will larger than mountains and lust deeper than the darkest oceans. It was intense enough to strike a note of fear into Fred’s heart.

“… Suck it,”she hissed, near-rabid.

He barely managed to spill the words “Iloveyou,” from his mouth before he was leaning forwards to the glorious cock coming to meet him.

Jane’s eyes bugged out.

“Wait, what did you s-HNNNUHHhhhGGGG-?!“

It flew quickly through his open lips as Fred pushed to the back of his throat before the wet bands sealed tight to her shift, Jane stopped in her tracks as she was hit down her entire length by powerful suction and a tight throat at the same moment, barely able to hold in a girlish whimper as Fred began to blow the living daylights out of her dick, the sounds coming from her groin like something out of a swamp as Fred sucked as if he had been born to do it.

‘He loves me.’

“GLHGH-GLHGMph-GLH-glhgmph-“

‘He LOVES me!’

It was odious.

Spit-ridden.

Filthy…. and the most perfect moment of Jane Matherson’s life.

“Ohhh Gggooooddd!!…”

Jane felt like she was about to have a heart attack, the control of the situation ripped from her as Fred’s fervent plunging of his face onto her cock sent her straight to the very outer reaches of bliss as she tried to contain her growing moans.

“HUNGGGHuh..!!”

‘HE LOVES ME.’

Hands reached forwards to hold onto Freddie’s shoulders, finding comfort in his body, Jane grimacing as she briefly felt a dull ache in her sling arm.

“HNNG… F-fucking…”

Warm lips detached with a wet *POP* from the head of her womanhood, Freddie looking up with squirming lips as anxious fingers continued feathering up her shaft.

“S-sorry… I got carried away…”

Her eyes went wide.

“NO, no, no, no, you’re perfect baby… just… my arm…”

“Oh… right… I thought… I might have gotten a little excited.”

Jane felt the dual urge to wrap him up in the warmest, most motherly hug, and also rip her sling off and violently breed him in front of every man in the establishment, so they all understood who owned this boy.

She settled for the former, bending down and making an odd over-hanging union where her tits where placed up against his face, her arms wrapped around his head. She kissed his hair, feeling his excited breathing against the space between her breasts, warming her chest.

“I want you to get as excited as you can… don’t you dare hold back….”

Small lips kissed the side of her left breast, and she shivered.

“Mm….. nice… but you’ve not finished your starter yet.”

Harsh hands manoeuvred his face from her breasts, and another guided the stinking, fleshy pole back into Freddie’s mouth.

A light mewl into her cock sent shivers through her.

“Hhmmmm…”

“Mm… that’s it…”

He looked so beautiful with such a huge penis in his mouth, taking it in one side so it bulged his cheek grotesquely, an almost surreal display of boyish cock-hunger as he didn’t suck at first but merely rolled it around in his mouth and cheeks like a gobstopper of unreasonable proportions.

He went slow, and for a moment it was just him getting reacquainted with her hardness, Jane enjoying the sensations provided by a small, warm mouth, her dick engulfed in eager lips.

“MmmhMMMm…. OHHh yeah… yeahh right there.. under the ridge… OHHhhh yeaaahhh…”

*Glh-glh-glh*

His tongue worked the underside of her steel ligaments, making her shiver.

It was beautiful…. perfect almost, watching him work her mushroomed head like a pro. His expression was glazed, completely overcome with cock-lust, and Jane gazed down with love in her heart, chest fluttering madly like a hummingbird’s wing as he let out little utterances of need and affection. It only made her appendage harder, angrier… hungrier.

“Mplh… Glhk….. Mm-mm-m……”

“That’s it,” she breathed, trying her best to keep steady.

‘You’ve got him Jane, just stay cool…’

It was so enjoyable that Jane almost forgot about the joys of suctions until he vacuumed his cheeks in.

“HNNGUh-!”

She lurched as he began to suck like an industrial hoover, slathering more greedily up and down her shaft, all the way from base to tip and down again. His lips vacuuming in until they clung to her throbbing appendage, and a whole host of new sensations opened up on Jane’s shaft as her legs began to quiver.

“Wha-hhHn-“

Fred felt a thick dollop of salty, bitter cum spurt onto his tongue, and whinnied, a shiver of submissive delight zipping up his spine as he swallowed down her pre-cum; the perfect appetiser before a main course.

He began to work the shaft with his hands, swirling the nasty mushroomed head weeping semen into his mouth like a leaky faucet whilst tucking one hand under to play with her balls.

“OH-M-HHuhHNNnn?!”

Any words that Jane tried to form were ripped from her by a teasing clasp of her testicles, a bitch-moan around the top of her shaft sending ripples of delight through her body, heightened by quickening fist jerks around the base of her monument, every inch of her cock and balls savoured and salivated over.

She grunted, bowled over by how aggressively slutty Fred was becoming. He seemed born to be a cock-whore.

The boy opened his eyes for a moment, her hard-on bulging his cheek… and winked up at her.

Jane couldn’t believe it. Her little whore was out of control.

‘Well… he asked for it.’

Jane thrust her crotch into his face, the stubble from her pubes (where she hadn’t quite managed to shave everywhere in the rush to get ready) rubbing against Fred’s forehead as she pressed her cock into his throat harshly, Fred spluttering and coughing as she began to fuck his face.

“Think you can *hn*.. control me?” she grunted, her expression fervent….. before unravelling into total shock as her Freddie whined into her face-fucking and began to push into it, her jaw dropping, eyes bugging out.

“OHH SHI-“

Her balls tightened. The pleasure raced up her shaft before she could even think.

“-GUHH-!”

Jane scrunched her eyelids shut and cut the moment of potential ecstasy off, whimpering as she desperately tried to hold the tide back, jerking her head over the top of the booth and nervously checking the bartender whose head was down in his phone, occasionally glancing at a sports game on a TV and looking bored, and the two men playing pool. It looked like the man was still hovering on his one shot.

*SLLLLURRP*

Her eyelid spasmed.

She dropped back down and took in a sharp breath, trying to compose herself but unable to drive back the rising feeling of glorious bliss about to radiate out from her shaft..

“F-fuck.. Freddie… y-you’d better listen bitch-“

*SLURRP*

Her balls began to tighten again.

“W-UHHNn….. shit! Uhn.….”

Warm cream was coming in a steady river from her slit, but she knew a ton of it was trying to force its way through and flood the ripe fields of Freddie.

‘Hold on!… just keep control….’

She tried to somehow slow the lips racing up and down her cock. Shaking fingers found the back of his neck, attempting to control Freddie’s breakneck pace, but it was happening at such speed that it felt like she was fucking her way down a warm water-slide.

“Bitch, y-you’d better slow dow-“

*SLUURRRPP-SLURRP-SLURRP*

“-wWWWWNNNUHHH!? Ohhh shit.. HOO SHIT!…””

Fred’s tongue became a whirlpool over her crotch, all wetness and lewd sucking that felt like he was trying to detach her womanhood from her body. Jane slumped down on top of him, no longer trying to wrest any sort of control back.

“NNUGHH, fu-HUU-uuck… y-you’re such a nasty little bitch, b-buuhggg-!”

*SLLLLURP*

A huge suckle of the base of her cock, with Freddie constricting his throat around her entire length, sent a sharp spear of pleasure to the centre of her brain, her weapon throbbing like it was a nuclear bomb about to go off and obliterate every last inch of her boy’s insides.

‘Oh I can’t stop it….’

Her balls tightened, and Jane immediately knew that she was going to blow a hell of a load, one of the most ginormous she had ever produced, a pent-up ocean of stinking cum.

“Okay.. OH shit I’m cumming .. O-OHH FRED……HNNNNNNn!!!!!“

Fred tightened up his throat, lips and fists, squeezing for the freshest, dirtiest woman-juice in the entire world.

Her entire body was taut.

A tight gasp popped from her mouth.

“-HUH.”

And her cock exploded.

It spurted into Freddie’s mouth and engulfed his tastebuds in a riot of manly flavours. Salty, tangy, musky cum filled his sinuses, and he whinnied as he began to quaff pints of her seed, the beer tap well and truly opened as he did his best to bring out his inner sorority girl and swallow it all.

*SPURT-THROB-SPURT-*

The cock was like a firehouse plugging his face, Freddie spluttering and gagging as he gulped down buckets of semen, load after load creaming all over his tongue as Jane juddered, her brain switched off and overwhelmed by pure orgasmic electricity.

“M-GlhgphHPHH-PLLHp-GLPHH-LGPH-!-“

“HHOHhh GOOODDDDD-“

Jane trembled as the world blurred.

She clung to his head and slumped forwards, pulling his face to the base of her womanhood and back, her cock throbbing over and over in his mouth, depositing a tsunami… and his ugly moaning into her insemination pillar was the sexiest thing Jane had ever experienced.

“GLPHHmmm-GLPHH-“

Fred spasmed, obeying his slavish instincts like a broken animal, sliding up and down mindlessly. He ate her cum like it was the cream filling of a donut, still swirling his tongue across her piss-slit as it exploded again and again, loving the pressure of trying to keep up with her moment of ecstasy.

“MGLH-GLHP-PPHGL-GLLHGHGH-“

“OHHH FRRREEDDDDDDDDUUuhh!….”

The blasphemous ritual went on for enough time that Fred loosely began to feel a weight in his stomach that he recognised from thanksgiving dinners and Christmas turkeys… being absolutely stuffed to the brim.

He was now truly, Jane Matherson’s cum-dump.

Jane juddered, and Fred whined as endless explosions continued in his mouth, each spurt piling another round of dressing on the family-sized cum salad sitting in his now swollen stomach.

“Glph-glph-gllhugh-glhghgh-….”

“MMHHUH-SHIT-….”

Space became a problem, and he sputtered briefly under the force of her effluence, which caused the next load to bulge his cheeks before it poured down his gullet, so thick he had to force it through.

“GLMPH-GLHHh-glhh-!”

He was almost panicking that he might suffocate or explode until he gratefully felt Jane’s quivering legs slow.

*Spurt.*

“Glphm.”

*spurt.*

“Glh.”

Somehow he kept the majority down…. barring a few slivers of white which ran down the sides of his mouth, and the last drop hit Fred’s numb tongue with a deep, unsexy groan of pure relief from Jane. He burped. He could feel his insides swimming in a universe of warm, eye-wateringly pungent semen.

“I… Oh Fred,” murmured Jane, her voice so dripping with soulful satisfaction that Fred felt like he might just float away.

He suckled the cock in his mouth gently for a moment, before pulling back.

“Glllluuhrrhgggggh…..”

A spurt of white liquid sloshed out of Fred’s mouth and down his chin as he let the cock slide from his lips.

Fred gulped down some oxygen to recover, realising he was panting from the exertions of sucking his lover’s cock.

‘I can’t believe I gave her a blowjob in public… again…’

His jaw ached. His throat felt slightly raw. The smell of a penis was all around him, inside him.

And it was perfect.

She was perfect.

He let out a huge burp, which vibrated through his whole body, also releasing another few rivulets down the front of his face.

“BLERRGGH!… Ohhh…”

He touched his stomach.

“I feel… *hic*… BLerrggh!…..”

Fred gurgled, his stomach full of heavy seed.

“….full.”

Jane sighed and ran her hand through his hair.

“…Yeeah… yeah I kinda…. had a backlog worked up….Mmhhh….. sorry baby… besides, you might have to get used to feeling like this….. just whilst I clean those pipes.”

He burped again, another haze of cock-smell hitting Jane in the face.

“Hookay.”

She smiled adoringly down at him. It was so beautiful seeing his brain-fried expression bookended by the waterfall of cum down his chin that Jane wished she could capture it in her mind’s eye forever.

As his mind seemed to return slowly, the oxygen bringing him back to reality, Fred leaned forward again, nuzzling and kissing the cum-spattered shaft, whilst looking up at the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Thank you Mommy.”

“OOohh… bitch….. y-you missed a spot,” she breathed, watching raptly as he gave an apologetic smile whilst tickling her piss-slit.

“Oops…. sorry….”

He licked his tongue downwards to clean up any tasty morsels remaining from her load hanging off the side of her cock, making her shiver each time he touched the sensitive head, white cream proudly basted on his chin.

“TTHHHeeeree you go..” she moaned, gently pushing her hips to let the cock push back and forth, just popping in and out of his lips, her chest still rising and falling from her heat, “fuck you’re so good at that….”

“Myeah,” he agreed, whilst licking the cream of her helmet before reaching down where it had dripped onto her balls like icing on a birthday cake. It seemed as if Freddie wanted to begin sucking again, but settled instead for merely kissing back down the sides of her shaft, cupping her testicles in one hand which made them look incredibly large. It was clear he could not have enclosed one in his fingers, let alone two.

“Mm… looks like you got me,” Jane murmured, swooning as he gently rolled her sweaty balls in his palm.

“Mph…Yeah…”

Gently, he played with her balls whilst Jane fell forwards, collapsing into his embrace. Arms came around each other, and for a moment it looked almost like a pair of boring, ordinary lovers hugging, albeit her superior height meant he was buried in her breasts rather than her neck crevasse, plus her balls and cock laid heavily against his sternum like a wet pipe.

Jane leant back for a moment so Fred wasn’t simply speaking to a pair of tits.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.. y-yeah I’m… really… *BBlurrhgg*.. full…..”

He burped, and Jane felt a horrendous wave of dick-smell envelope her sinuses.

“Oof, I can tell,” she said, unable to contain a smile.

“Hey… it’s your smell… I just.. ate it.”

Her dick was still flopped out in the open, semi-hard instead of softening as it patted against his shirt, leaving a few wet marks to go with the already drying off-white cum-stains.

“Well bitch, it’s your fault for being such a good little cock-sucker.”

He giggled, his cheeks turning bright red as he glanced to the side of the booth, as if waiting for the barman to appear out of nowhere and witness the woman’s dick flopped up against his chest, her cum on his lips.

“I… It’s kinda instinct,” he muttered.

She shivered.

“Does it offend you that I’m not surprised?”

“Kinda…”

Jane let out a little purr as she stretched for a moment, putting her arms back so she could push her chest out.

“Mm….. well… now that we’ve got the starters out of the way… I think I can allow some small talk…. how are you?”

Fred took a moment to take in the Goddess straddling him, rubbing his hands up her thighs, feeling the weight of her squishing him into the seat. The threat of wrinkles around her eyes hadn’t quite taken hold, and her skin was still porcelain smooth. She was smarter than him, taller than him, heavier than him, Stronger than him…. If there was anyone who deserved to be slaved over, it was Jane Matherson.

“Well.. right now I’m… great. Really great…. You?”

“Maybe even better,” she whispered. “I’m on top of my boy… he just sucked my dick… my cum is all over his chin…..”

He giggled.

“Hn…. I take it back, you’re making me feel naughty.”

She smirked.

“Oh I’m sorry about that…. just wait until we get outta here. Then I’m gonna make you feel real naughty.”

A brief pause broke, the sounds of over-excited sports commentators in the background the only sound.

“-otta see this play, how’s this for athleticism-“

Jane gave a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I… I missed you, Fred.”

He wrapped her up in a hug, happy to rest his chin between her tits, enjoying the subtle bouncy texture against his cheeks.

“I missed you too.”

She gave another kiss but then drew back, her voice pensive.

“Hey, just so you know… we can go slow… I…. if you want to.”

A lump came to her throat.

“I…. don’t want to scare you away…”

Fred hugged her. He hugged her so tight that her left arm hurt, but she slumped into it, and suddenly the smaller figure was clutching the large one against him.

“M’not goingnywhere-“ he whispered into the bottom of her neck, nuzzling it gently.

Jane let out a croak, and suddenly she was having to blink back tears.

“Right… right… just checking….”

She rubbed her face before anything soppy happened, looking for a way to change the subject as she sat up, still sitting heavily on his lap, her boobs tickling his nose.

“Did you…. manage to fix your tire yet?”

“Huh?”

This blindsided him, and he smiled sheepishly.

“Oh uh… yeah.. I should really get on that…”

She peeled her eyes.

“Fred… it’s been weeks. It’s not hard to change a tire.”

He gave an apologetic smile.

“Well… it’s just, I don’t really know how… I mean, I didn’t have one to hand…”

“Jesus… what about getting to work?”

Freddie squirmed, suddenly looking quite uncomfortable for someone being straddled by a blond superwoman.

“Well, uh…”

“Fred… When was the last time you had a job?”

“Wuh?! Uhm…. uh, well….”

Her eyes pierced him.

“..um, it’s been a little while… I was doing some deliveries for the pizza place but…. my tire went flat… and… I-I looked for other stuff…”

She gave him the stern hard-headed Coach look that could root you to the floor.

“God, I’m gonna need to do some work on you.”

“I.. I hope so.”

Her eyes peeled.

“Not justsex.”

“Oh.”

She rolled a thumb across his cheek, and a thoughtful look crossed her face.

“… but definitely a lot of sex…..”

“Phew,” he murmured, smiling.

“If you can keep up.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Yes”

“I accept.”

“Do you accept that you’ll have to actually become a normal human being when I’m not fucking you in the ass?”

“Uh… well, sure…”

A smile broke out on her face, and she placed a finger on his lips, cutting off his denials and stuttered placations.

“ Gosh, I forgot how young you are,” she said with a sigh, despite exuding love-hearts from her eyes and ears as she regarded him like a rather idiotic, yet beloved family pet. “There’ll be time to work on you… after the sex of course.”

“I… I’m not that young,” he pouted, slightly offended.

She grabbed his face and teased his lips again.

“Yes you are.”

Her fingers tightened.

“But don’t worry… I like it. You make me feel young again.”

“Y-you’re not that old,” he muttered.

“Good boy,” she grinned.

“Um.. how old are you?”

“Dating tip… never ask that question to a woman.”

“Oh.”

“But just because you asked so nicely…. I’m thirty-five.”

“You look incredible.”

She smirked and kissed him.

“Well I’m not usually one for flattery, but seeing as it’s you, I’ll allow it. Now, fancy getting out of here?”

“Hellyeah.”

“But… I need to make sure first… are you gonna be a good boy for Mama?” she murmured, flicking the sweet bulge between his legs.

“Uhn-! Hey, don’t do that, or I’ll-”

“Suck my cock again?”

“Something like that,” he muttered, grinning and blushing at the same time.

She chuckled.

“Ha, don’t tempt me or we’ll be here all day. Just…. stop looking so damn cute for one minute and clean yourself up, we’re leaving.”

He grabbed a serviette and began wiping his face as best he could, although there were plenty of rather odious stains down his front that looked a little too off-white to be comfortable.

‘I might be getting a few weird looks…’

None of it would matter now that he was with Jane. The impatience of her, the strained look around the side of the booth as if she couldn’t wait one more second to hold him close, was like having the warmest honey poured into his chest cavity. He had barely dropped the scrunched-up serviettes before she was pulling him from the cubicle, taking his arm.

“Your place or mine?”

“Huh? Uh…”

He thought of his flatmates, and felt like his brain might blend itself into a soup if Gareth caught wind of their activities.

“Uh.. I think some of my flatmates-“

“It was rhetorical,” she said carelessly, locking her elbow with his, and leading him out.

***

The car-ride back to her flat was quicker and scarier than he had ever seen her drive, and Fred spent most of it with his nails dug into the leather seats, feeling close to vomiting. The buildings and trees were one consistent green and grey blur that he tried not to look at too closely, and he decided it wouldn’t be a wise idea to query whether Jane was supposed to be driving with her injury as she gripped the underside of her steering wheel with her sling hand, crunching the gears with her right, the motor roaring.

They had barely swerved into the car-park, Fred buffeted against his door, before she was marching around to his side.

With her glasses back on, she looked almost like a terminator coming to relinquish him of his anal virginity. It was scary, yet utterly exhilarating.

Feeling he should at least be a man and undo his own seatbelt, he managed to do so just in time for the door to burst open and a hand close around his throat. A hot mouth pressed against his, a tongue sliding into his throat.

Fred moaned as Jane leaned in, forcing him harshly back in his seat, the slight pain of struggling to breath almost trifling compared to the warmth and wetness of the woman taking him however she pleased.

When she had finished, she dragged the small, ruffled figure heaving oxygen out of the car, slamming the door shut and taking his hand tight in hers, walking him to the front door. Their pace was more akin to a police officer dragging a suspect to their holding cell instead of a pair of besotted lovers heading to their bedroom….Then again, Jane seemed to need Fred in her flat like she needed air to breath, slamming her keycard against the entrance so hard it almost cracked.

Door open.

Hallway.

Stairs.

Her strides were so long that he was almost having to take three steps for every two of hers, his pace a light jog as she unswervingly brought him to her door, snapping the key in like it would start another even faster car that Fred really didn’t want to experience, before she kicked the door through and pulled him in.

The moment the door slammed shut she was on him.

Over him.

Around him.

Inside him.

Her kisses were rough. Her tongue ungentle.

Eager hands came to his waist and above his shoulder, gripping the muscles tight, sliding down to tease his bottom and digging the nails in, forcing a light titter from Fred’s throat.

“Mph!”

Fred was in heaven, and attempted to respond in kind by squeezing her arms back until she winced, adjusting her sling (“Sorry-“ “it’s fine, just keep kissing me!”)

More tongues.

Her breath was heavy against his face, her chest heaving. She tasted like beer, and also like spearmint chewing gum. Also there was a natural scent, a Jane-taste, of grass and chemical lipstick and sweat; roughness and smoothness all melted together. One indefinable, incredible person that he still couldn’t believe wanted him.

She groped him, a leer on her face as she ground her bulge against his thigh like a ritualistic, perverse mating dance.

Fred fell into a whirlwind of Jane. Hands. Stomach. Thighs. Bulge. Not just any bulge - A raging, throbbing bulge furiously trying to break free to devour his insides.

Her handbag and the complicated straps holding her tits up were torn away and thrown aside, and Fred found himself doing the same, trying to pull down any possible barrier between them, his shirt flying onto a potted plant in the corner, one sock finding the coat-rack.

More kisses.

An arm sling was thrown onto the sofa (“Are you sure?” “YES. Stop apologising!”)

A pair of jeans hit the TV, and Fred barely even had time to see the crotchless black lingerie before she was already kicking out of it, grousing as she tried to undo her bra with one hand.

“I can do it,“ he interjected.

She smirked and stopped.

“Hn… go on then. Impress me.”

He gave her an annoyed look, and reached around her to fumble at the clasp. For a few moments her smirk was the most infuriating and distracting thing imaginable as his fingers became sweaty and uncoordinated.

“…Need help?”

“N-no,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing.

Was it held together with superglue or something?

She let out a quick chuckle at the relief on his face as he broke the cypher on her bra, gently pulling it free, Jane allowing him to remove her last piece of clothing.

Then they stood naked in the living room, and they regarded each other for a moment.

She took in his shapely limbs illuminated by the single light above them that she’d bothered to slap on, the gentle layers of his muscles that defined his light frame, his hips which needed to be held, flat, smooth stomach with a slight hint of ribs and abs which demanded to be kissed.

He took in her pronounced breasts as they commanded him without words, explaining that he must place his face between them and give up any thought of escape. Her hips flowed down to strong thighs that bulged with an enticing selection of muscles and fats all woven together. Arms that looked lithe and potent began to wrap around him, flexing as they controlled his movements.

Her hard manhood was twitching between her legs, drooping under its own weight.

A strong hand came to his wrist; then a softer one to his lower back, pulling him in.

‘I’m getting taken….’

He felt a profound peace in this knowledge, where before he his feelings had been mixed and unclear.

‘… and I want it.’

Her (now smudged) lipstick and eyeshadow accentuated her striking features to utter perfection, but she didn’t need it. Fred knew she could be at her most beautiful in the heat of a training session barking orders, or after burning through a sweaty orgasm.

He was hoping to see the latter again in a few minutes.

As she held him, Fred feeling almost powerless as he was pulled into her arms, the feeling hit him once again of how utterly unmatched they were. Most movie-stars would be put to shame by her side. She was unapologetically gorgeous.

‘I’m dating the most perfect woman in the world.’

She reached down and gently cupped his balls and penis, hard and bobbing gently in time with his heartbeat, making him murmur. A thumb swept across his balls as she tightened her grip slightly.

“I think I’ll keep these.”

He gasped and placed both his hands around her huge, pulsing shaft which was pointing up at his face.

“HNn……D-Do you mind if I borrow this whilst.. Hnn…. you keep those?”

“Borrow?You bet your ass I mind,” she said sharply, “either you sign off on this dick forever, or I’m going to squeeze a lot harder than I am doing right now.”

She gave a pleasurable warning squeeze to his small balls, which made him whinny.

“Ohhh-ooOh….. s-sorry mama, I’ll be a good boy,” he said in a pathetic voice with his lips pouted, and began wanking her shaft with all of his strength, murmuring as he felt the mighty ligaments flexing, steel cables that responded to his touch with superior vigour.

“I’ll take your dick forever…”

She moaned and tipped forwards, their faces coming together allowing Fred to plant kisses on her cheek as she squeezed his entire package in one hand, and he whinnied as pleasure and pain swirled up from between his legs.

“Hn!”

“You’re mine,” she croaked into his ear, “You’re all mine…..”

“Yeah… Yeah I’m all yours ….”

With that, they began the most awkward quick-slow dance, jerking each other off, cupping each other’s testicles and kissing, all whilst trying to make their way towards the bedroom. Everything was little trills of pleasure, smiles of awkwardness, and small exclamations of burning need.

“Uhhh.”

“Hnn!- oof th-that was….. a little hard….”

“Were you speaking to someone else, or were you speaking to Mommy?”

“Y-yeahh, you Mommy! Please be gentle Mommy….”

He showered raindrop kisses all across her face in placation.

“Fine… but don’t you ever forget who you’re speaking to, bitch,” she hissed, licking up the side of his face in return.

His heart pounded in his chest as he licked all the way down her the side of her neck and back. Her whole aura was aggressive, just the way he liked it.

Then her whole body slammed against his, winding him against the hallway wall as he was covered by her frame, her thigh pressing between his legs and vice-versa, a hard rod up against his leg and some of his belly. Warm, comforting tit-flesh enveloped his face, and he basked in it, moaning as they tried to lovingly smother him to death, Jane wiping her breasts against him in a reverse motorboat that was cutting off his air. Freddie knew he would most certainly never ask her to stop any actions involving her tits in his face.

‘If this is how I die, I’ll be the happiest ghost in heaven…’

The sweat between the crevasse of her tits rubbed against his nose. He could feel her heartbeat through her chest, powering a strong, heavy rhythm into his brain.

He tried to push back, to be a man and use his weight, but he didn’t even come close to shifting her tall, powerful body. She giggled into his ear and crushed him harder against the wall, making him whimper as her thigh pushed up against his eager manhood.

“Hmm trying to fight back hmm? So cute…”

It was almost more emasculating when she pulled him and forced herself against the opposite wall, her hands on his waist, pulling him into her as if he had overpowered her. Fred grunted, blushing so hard his cheeks must have looked like tomatoes, before trying his best to push her a little more forcefully into the wall. She let out an appreciative hum of pleasure, raising her hands up as if at his mercy, only to wince and keep her left arm lower down.

“Ohh, are you okay??” he whispered, stepping back.

“I’m FINE. You know, for a big strong man, you really aren’t fitting the role at all are you?” she teased.

It hit close to home, and he put on a sterner expression and pressed himself into her, shoving her against the wall. Her yip was high-pitched as he pressed his thigh against her crotch.

“NNHH- Little less on the balls,” she said in a choked voice, and Fred whinnied and pulled his leg back, letting her double over slightly.

“S-SORRY-!”

“Ooohf….. well, that’s… one way to get me down,” she managed, breathless, rubbing between her legs.

“Sorry, sorry!” he kept repeating as she gingerly straightened up. Fred put his hand on her back and rubbed. “You okay…? I-I didn’t mean to…”

She blew a strand of hair out of her face and gave him a dangerous look.

“Let’s just say I’ll be doing all the topping from now on, yeah?”

He gulped and nodded.

She took his hand.

“Good boy. Come.”

Almost in a ritualistic way, they stepped slowly into the bedroom, Fred’s stomach flipping every few seconds as he saw the large king-sized bed with simple white and black sheets and pillows carefully laid out.

The place where she would take him.

He could already see himself in his mind’s eye, a small, spasming body compressed into the mattress, staring blankly into the ceiling and howling for the moon as its ass was penetrated by a giant lady-dong.

His cock began to leak on the floor, and he shivered.

‘That is all kinds of wrong… I can’t leak just from thinking about it…’

Jane noticed and stared at the gossamer-thin strand of cum dripping from his penis. Another appreciative hum.

“You know…I have condoms in the nightstand… but I think we’re already fine with bareback, right?”

“Why… afraid of getting pregnant?” Fred murmured.

Even though she laughed, this could not go unpunished.

“Haha…. oh how dare you, you little bitch… making fun of me in my own house…”

A wall of woman slammed him off his feet, and Fred squealed in delight as the world tumbled around him, hitting the mattress at an awkward angle as Jane landed heavily on top of him, but all too quickly it was back to silliness and gentle kisses, a quick love-bite on his neck taking the air from his lungs.

Just as Jane was taking full control, she shivered in surprise as a hand slid underneath to cup her balls and even slide beneath towards her asshole.

“H-Hnn…. Careful bitch!” she growled, nipping his earlobe.

“Oops,” he said, placing a finger directly on her asshole.

“OooOOohUhh!”

To hear her coo like a girl was so exciting and silly that Fred laughed, and then a hand was wrapped around his throat.

“Hnn… you think that’s funny?”

He whinnied, a note of real fear in his eyes.

“Keep laughing,” she hissed, squeezing, and Fred clucked as the air was compressed in his neck, before she released, and then fell on top like a falling tree, her soft fats and muscles covering him, the sweat on her body mixing with his, Fred clutching her back as she rubbed up against him.

Kisses all the way up his neck tickled enough for him to let out a nervous titter.

“Hnnuhghun-“

“Mmmh…. is my bitch enjoying himself?”

“Yyeaahh….”

“Good….”

He whinnied as she continued to tease him, licking his ear, their cocks sword-fighting for dominance, his dagger woefully outmatched by the broadsword pushing it side-to-side, almost painfully squeezing against it as she pressed her bodyweight down into him.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” she whispered, enjoying the painfully hard throbbing boyhood pinned down by her thick, pulsing shaft.

“Yyyesss!!”

“Really?”

“YYYESS!”

Her cock hovered over him, lining up slowly with his rear.

“Do you want me to fuck you forever?”

They connected their gazes then, and Fred saw the insecurities in the eyes which flicked to each of his own, the electric blue suddenly seeming child-like in their worry.

He took her head in his hands, and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Yes.”

Fred gripped her hardness, and led it slowly to his asshole.

“Now fuck me.”

Jane took a moment to save a mental picture, staring down on the boy as he lovingly guided her penis into the ass angling up to accept her. Everything moved as if in slow motion. A pink, puckered flower gently oscillated over her tip, mouthing a greeting to the visitor, inviting it in.

Fred stared up with accepting eyes, needing this to happen.

“Jane… Fuck me.”

She nodded, breathless.

Her cock pushed and then *POP*-ped against his anus, electricity hitting both their bodies at the same time, but Jane didn’t linger, pressing further into him. Fred breathed out and then hiccupped in pain as she slid gently through his asshole, his rim back to inhuman width.

“Hn!”

Jane slowed, but Fred nodded despite the glimmers of pain on his face, and then his expression unravelled briefly into panic as she slid almost the entirety of her length into him in one bodyweight and gravity combination of unyielding force.

“HHUH-“

*Scchhlick*

She quickly closed the final few inches, gasping as she did.

“HOohyyeuhh….”

A tight squeal piped from Fred’s lips as all ten inches of Jane’s cock came to a halt inside him, her hips snug against his, connecting like perfect puzzle pieces, so satisfying to both that neither could move for a moment, re-learning each other’s insides, gauging the twitches of pleasure and pain on each other’s faces.

To Jane, it was like being wrapped in the tightest fist possible.

To Freddie, it was like being forcibly filled with a baseball bat.

Both juddered, aware of the deeper layer of affection now lurking within the fiery passion, a sense of being attuned to one another. Fred’s eyes no longer seemed to search as they rested on hers, feeling her heartbeat fill his stomach, the huge pulsing dick inside his ass a vessel connecting their bodies and minds. Emotion came to the surface, and tears threatened to come to his eyes.

“Nn… don’t cry,” whispered Jane, a breathless smile on her face as she tried to push back her own sniffles, cupping his head lovingly with one hand, whilst trying to move her left hand up his side.

“I-I’m not…. it’s just… you’re really big…” he lied, eyes wet as he wiped them quickly.

The hopelessly entwined duo both sniffled and giggled as they tried to keep their eyes dry until their breaths returned to something approaching normal, or at least, normal for a couple balls-deep in each other.

“Hoof…. it’s.. it’s funny….I imagined all this differently,” Jane managed hoarsely after a silence, the joy shining on her face even as she groused through the incredible tightness of his anal walls.

“H-how… how did you imagine it?” Fred managed, his legs doubled over, wincing then whinnying as the horse-cock sent ripples of pain and pleasure to his extremities.

“…HUH.”

Jane’s nostrils flared, leaning in.

“Well…. Perhaps a little less soft…..”

Fred nodded, licking his lips in anticipation, yet fearing what would come at the same moment.

“…. Well I did tell you to fuck me.”

“….. Tellme?”

Jane bared her teeth and withdrew her cock, sliding a heavy thrust into his depths.

“UUUHhnnn!!!….”

“I’ll tell you when I want to fuck you!” she hissed, before immediately belying her words by pattering kisses all over his face. As he let out soft, pretty sighs, she slid her tongue up the side of his face, leaving a trail of wet saliva on it.

“Fuck, can you stop being cute so I can just POUND you?!” she growled.

“I’m not… HNn.. HHnnn… doing anything!” he squeaked, placing his fingers on her nipples and gently playing with them, a coy look on his face.

“OhHHnn…. Ohh you sexy little bitch… I’m gonna destroy you,” she chuntered, before heaving a penetrating slide into the depths of his ass, bringing a “HHYYEUHhhhnnnn,” of outrageously whorish proportions from Freddie’s throat.

*SHHhhhlick*

“HHUUYYUHHHNN!”

To the neighbours, it may well have sounded like a porn film being played at a less-than-suitable volume.

Freddie keened, and Jane hummed a deep note of arousal as she drove her cock into him, hooked on the boyish warm panting in her ear as she made deep, bruising love to him, spurred by his asshole tightening around her shift with each balls-deep insertion.

“HNNnuh….”

*Plap…. Plap…. Plap….*

The soft sounds of skin patting against skin began to emanate, alongside tiny grunts and utterances which echoed through the bedroom, a wave of sinful murmurs as they reunited their bodies and minds, the cool air conditioning kissing Jane’s back, much-needed for the sweating, writhing mass gluing itself repeatedly together.

“Huhu-UHU-uhhh..”

Jane felt herself going wild for the whimpers being pressed into her ear, sensing the need to enact her vengeance on this sweet creature that had escaped her grasp for so long. She reigned in those desires with clenched teeth, biting down softly on the boy’s neck.

“”UHN-UHNN!...uhn J-Jane.. Ja-ahh-uh-uh-un..”

He made soft whimpers of deference, but his protests and lucidity were then swept away by seven brutal jabs of the hip into his undercarriage, and Freddie’s limbs sealed tight to Jane’s back as she then hit the spots that drove him over the edge, into free air and up to the pearly gates.

“UUHN-UHHHHHHNNNNNN!!”

*Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap*

A harsh voice came to his ear.

“I LOVE YOU.”

Fred seized up, trembling in her arms as he let out a whorish cry, unable to hold in his passion as his hard cock pulsed between their bellies, spewing strings of cum up across their faces. Jane stuck out her tongue and gorged on it, moaning as her chin was sprayed with seed.

Her eyes locked with his, and Freddie watched as Jane gave the most open, unabashed grin that he had ever seen as ropes of his cum hit her square in the face, sticking out her tongue to try and catch the strings as they rocketed past. It drove his orgasm that bit higher, whimpering as his legs clung to her ass. A long stream went into her mouth and she sucked it down.

“Iillooveeeyouhh….. IiillUGHHoollouveeeeyouuh..” Freddie drooled, riding the wave of utter bliss that shot up his spine like the best drug in the world, lost in the irresistible addiction of Jane.

“Yeah, there’s my baby…. That’s it. Cum for your mama.”

Jane held the spasming boy in her arms, careful to keep her weight down, no hint of possible escape open to the boy sliding down from his incredible high.

“You okay?” she whispered after he had stopped jerking.

“Yyeahh… yeah…” he managed.

She gently placed her lips on his neck, finding the sensitive spots.

“Good… Hnn… God, you even taste like a bitch….”

“Huhh.. well I ammm your bitch…..”

Fred knew in that moment that he had found himself. In this moment, away from the prying eyes of friends, family or teammates, a submissive, whorish boy lay underneath a conqueror, and he understood… Jane was the only woman who could ever satisfy his inner slut… because inside, that was who he really was.

He would never tell anyone… but Jane knew. She knew that he was the whore-boy who needed a cock in his holes, a greedy dick-riding monster who wanted nothing more than to be taken for a lap around the bedroom on all-fours and impregnated.

‘I’m hers….’

Then she pecked him on the cheek.

“… I’m so glad you found me.”

In that moment Fred felt a well of deep, warm affection from inside him release, flooding him with all kinds of warmth.

“Yyeahh….”

“Now… ready to get fucked?” she said in a far less jovial, more eager tone.

“Oh…. yeah, definitely…. f-fuck me,” he whispered, nervously and yet excitedly setting himself.

*THWAP*

“UHN-“

*THWAP*

“OHmmYYY-“

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

“-EIGUHH-EGEUH-UH-!”

Jane picked up the pace so quickly and so violently that Fred couldn’t equate the soft, warm thing he had been hugging tightly to the steel machine pistoning into his body with the force of a freight-train, his butt-cheeks now being rammed by her hips, asshole suddenly taking a full ten inches of dick so hard and fast that all he could feel were the brutal impressions left by each thrust inside him, her cock already reloading for another dive inside to pound his depths.

As pleasure ripped through him, Fred gave in and let his lungs empty of all their slutty vigour.

“UUGHHN-UHHHGNN-UHHN-!”

Freddie began to depress into the mattress, disappearing from view under the savagery being meted out.

Jane fucked him like she was digging for pure gold.

Her knees began to leave the bed as she bounced up and down, piledriving her full length into Fred’s ass so hard that her penis was simply a blur of pink and white, her balls rebounding off his ass like she was tenderising all of the flab and what little muscle he possessed there.

Bedsprings began to squeal under the force of the union.

*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

*SKREE-SKREE-SKREE-*

“IUUIGHHG-UGHHGHUHH-UHH-UH-uH-Uh-uh-UH!”

Freddie screamed at the top of his lungs as he was bred like the most desperate whore in the universe, clawing Jane’s back and squealing as she dug out his insides for pleasure.

Minutes of violent, penetrating love-making took place.

Jane began sweating down onto his face, grunting and occasionally nipping his lips, a tongue reach out to play without going inside, keeping him pinned down by a barrage of back-breaking dick thrusts that he could only keen and spasm through as she reamed him.

“OHMMYGUHHDDUH-“

Her forehead pressed down into his, a pure alpha female act of aggression within the larger breeding that only added to his rapturous ecstasy.

Freddie’s dick, which had been dribbling pre-cum throughout, launched another volley of pearly white string over his conqueror’s face, and she placed some deep, slow thrusts to coax every last bit of it from his balls, the young figure taut like a bowstring as the monster throbbed in his depths, her helmet slamming into something too sensitive and wonderful to ignore.

Strings of Freddie’s stinking cum hit Jane’s chin, and she growled like a bulldog, no even bothering to wipe away the tendrils of his love hanging from her jowls as she growled, reaping the rewards of her bruised and battered lover.

*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-*

*SKREE-SKREE-SKREE-SKREE-SKREE-*

“UHGHN-GUHNN-GUHN-“

Freddie clung to her as he was punished, her hips clapping his cheeks in a steady stream of applause, Jane fucking his insides so hard that it felt like she was almost pulling his anal walls out with each retraction of her womanhood.

The tiny sliver of his mind still somehow functioning thanked God for the natural lubricant of Jane’s cum, before even that was swept away in the ecstasy being ploughed into his ass.

*CLAPCLAPCLAP-*

*SKREESKREESKREESKREE-*

“OOOOGUUUHHHHAAIIIHHUHH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UGH-UGHGHH-UGHHH-!”

Freddie went cross-eyed, no longer seeing, nor tasting, nor thinking…. Just lost to the aggressive manhandling of his body… the smell and stink of a sweaty, testosterone-filled woman thrumming in his nostrils as she crushed his ass.

The huge, reinforced bedframe began to slam into the wall as Jane unleashed her full aggression on Freddie.

*WUMP-WUMP-WUMP*

The huge thuds rang out as the tall, athletic woman laid out haymaker thrusts which knocked Freddie’s burgeoning, overworked brain for an endless sequence of home runs, her talon fingers finding the cute fats to dig into, her teeth finding his neck for love bites so hard they hurt, the figure barely visible in the deepening crater in the centre of the bed clinging on for dear life.

It went on for hours.

For some of the time they linked hands and pressed forehead to forehead, working together to savage his ass with her hardness.

Other times it was gentle, stealing small kisses, Jane barely any pulling of her cock from his body; just inch-out-inch-in micro-pumps which let him regain some semblance of consciousness before he would be sent screaming back into orbit by a series of wall-thumping, piledriving thrusts from the wrecking-ball of a woman that was Jane Matherson.

The air in the room became humid and cloying. The scent of sweat and other bodily fluids grew sharper.

The pair didn’t even bother changing position, connected by one mind and purpose to break Freddie’s body.

Sweat began to seep into bedsheets which were being clawed and dragged from the corners until they pooled in one central mess, Jane finding one of her legs on bare, stainless mattress, the other on a sheet which provided no purchase, so she pulled it from beneath him and threw it aside, leaving Freddie’s back up against the rough material of the mattress as they bounced so violently that the springs began to squeal almost as much as Freddie.

“OOHGHHU-UHGOHMMOUH-“

*SKREE!-SKREE!-SKREE!-SKREE!*

He screamed, and he cried, and he came, over and over.

‘I’m going to pass out…’

Somehow he remained conscious, unwilling to miss a single second of Jane’s pure unadulterated animal lust.

“HHUGH-UHH-Uuhgh-ughhh-UHuhhghghg-ggghhuuhhh-“

His voice grew hoarse, but the sounds seemed to be triggered automatically by sensations somewhere deep in his ass, Jane playing him like a musical instrument (whilst beating his ass like a drum). She forced him into producing a fine collection of rainforest sounds… chirps and yips of exotic birds as she jerkily applied a few quick strokes, the squawking of parrots as she began to cruise deeper, and finally the mating cries of a woman as Jane took her full athleticism to bear on the eager weakling beneath her.

The bed springs creaked, no longer as bouncy or as strong as they had been hours earlier.

*Skree – Skree – Skree -*

*Clap-clap-clap*

“Hnn.. hnuhh…..HUHn….”

“Thhatsitbabby…..thatsssittt…..”

The slap of hips continued endlessly like an echo from the deepest, darkest caves of the earth as two sweaty, devolved mammals in heat continued to have sex in a way that was barely human.

Jane’s lungs and muscles were burning. She was sweating so hard it was stinging her eyes. Still she continued to push through it all, dominating Fred to such an extent that he could barely comprehend anything in the universe other than the cock sawing in and out of his body, and the woman pushing it into him over, and over.

Her thrusts became one-punch sheathings of her dick in his hole, no longer able to keep up the constant rhythm, her legs shaking between insertions.

*CLAP……… CCLAAP….*

“HHnn… mmhh…… HNNNN!…..”

“Looveyoubaby… loveyou….”

Freddie was drooling down both sides of his face, staring up into cum-and-lipstick-stained whoreish vision of Jane Matherson, looking like she had just been used on the street. If he could have formed any sort of intelligent thought, he might have considered it ironic. As it was, he merely produced a hoarse “Nngh,” in response.

“I love you,”she chuntered, “IloveyouIloveyou…. HNG…”

*CLAP*

“Uhn!”

She could feel herself getting close, trying to hold back the tears of joy as a delirious smile spread across Freddie’s vacant features, the madness of a boy in pure submissive heat.

It rushed up in an instant.

“I…… l-LOVE-“

Jane moaned into his ear, encompassing his world in every bit of her essences.

“-YyyouuuUUUUUHEHEEUUUURGGGGGHHHHH!”

Wet heat exploded against Freddie’s insides, tears rolling down his cheeks as wave after wave of pleasure swept through his body. Fred felt himself being unmanned, felt her body shaking around his, her hands clasping his limbs with such force that it hurt.

His eyes rolled up to the top of his head, showing all white as he squealed to the ceiling, to all of the neighbours who might be listening, that he was owned forever, enslaved to Jane’s cock.

“UUUUAIIIiiieuughHHHHHHHHH-!“

Jane felt the amazon river flow from her cock.

All of her essences forced themselves into spaces within him that she had created, his insides becoming a crevasse of Jane Matherson goo as Jane’s soul left her body, gushing into Freddie and filling him from top-to-bottom with her furious love.

“HnnnHHHNn-“

“UUNNgngUUUHH-“

The pair juddered and spasmed like they were having fits, tears coming to their faces as the ecstasy overwhelmed them, two broken forms made whole, two human puzzle pieces connected in spirit, mind and body.

Freddie would not be able to recall the brief seconds of waves pressuring his ass, Jane’s jerked shunts into his beleaguered, aching cheeks, or her tears falling on his face. Coming down to a merely heavenly feeling, he managed to regain some form of lucidity in time to see her red, ugly eyes crinkled above him, her mouth open, heaving in deep breathes as her weapon throbbed in his ass, squelching against his cum-filled insides.

The final spurt was met with deep eye contact, the kind where no conscious thought can be seen in each other’s gaze, just pure love and lust intertwined.

With one last ecstatic shiver, they fell still.

The two figures remained motionless for a moment. Fred could only feel one thing moving, Jane’s heartbeat as it throbbed in his belly, his senses briefly retreating from the room around him to enjoy that feeling of someone else being part of his own body, her giant cock like a second heart pumping her adrenaline into his veins.

Finally, he closed his eyes and simply lay there, his legs open, asshole clinging to the love-stick buried inside him.

Balls deep and filled with seed.

‘Paradise.’

The two lovers’ chests rose and fell, coming down from their rushing rhythms to settle into gentler breaths. Jane stayed poised over her boy, allowing the waves of pleasure to dissipate, becoming aware of the unpleasant humidity in the air around them. It felt sauna-like, the air con sorely overworked and humming in the background to try and replace the tropical atmosphere of post-sex smog.

She wiped her forehead, feeling her hand coming off incredibly sticky, and burped, feeling the smell of his cum come up with it. She crinkled her nose…. it must have been a decent amount that she had ingested.

Her muscles ached, eyelids growing heavy.

She’d fucked to near exhaustion.

Down below, her bitch was looking up with reverential, glazed eyes, as if seeing God for the first time.

“Jane….”

Jane sighed, and gently pulled her penis from between his cheeks.

An ocean exploded from his ass, Jane grousing as her cum blasted everywhere, spreading in a tidal wave over her legs, the mattress, and even reaching the edges to pour down onto the floor.

Fred mewled as he felt the world exit his ass.

“Hhheeeuuuh….”

“Holy shit,” Jane whispered.

She glanced regretfully at the sheet discarded on the floor, then at the lake of effluence that Freddie was now lying in, right in the centre of the weeks-old mattress.

‘That… is gonna leave a stain…..’

Jane slumped.

‘But maybe I’ll worry about that tomorrow…’

Her eyelids felt heavy, pulled down not just by her physical exertion, but by all the stress and tension in her body having been released. She knew she would sleep like a baby tonight.

“Don’t leave,” she muttered, leaning down, before closing her eyes and falling asleep on top of him.

Fred let himself linger above the pit of sleep as he simply enjoyed the feeling of a stinking woman in his arms, her hair matted with sweat uncomfortably close to his face, her weight compressing his torso, her breath warm against his ear.

It was the most beautiful feeling in the world.

He fell asleep with the woman of his dreams in his arms, his stomach and ass bloated with her semen.

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