"Jesus christ, Milly, wh-what <oof!> are you doing?" I stammer, as I struggle to climb out of the playpen. This thing is made for a toddler, and at adult-size I'd have no trouble hopping over the side. But, at this height...it takes some work. As I straddle the walls of it, my eyes are goggling at her.
She turned her face back to look at me, to watch me. She's moaning and cooing and urging me to her with her purrs and her scent and her hyper-developed body. Again it's like a magnet, a tractor beam, and unthinkingly I'm drawn to her, finally out of the cage - but approaching with caution.
"H-Honey, I, uh..." I say, as one hand goes to the bed, to steady myself, "I...I can't. I...have to get to work." I'd glanced at the clock, already: I'm going to be late for my first meeting, unless I hurry.
ooooooo.....please....? she implores, pressing her upper body more forcefully into the mattress, raising that huge, ungodly rear into the sky.
stay with me..?
She's pulled her top up, tightly around her breasts, to show me the thinness of her waist, and how her panties are digging into her flesh...
"I c-ca
aa...oh god. I'll be late, Milenka," I say, even as I'm approaching her. She's turned her face away from me again, to allow me to ogle and gape and slowly come into the awe of her immense, curvy hips, her elephantine thighs. I lay one hand on her leg, and immediately feel her shudder beneath it.
oooo....uunnnnnnhhhhh...! she coos, at my touch. She is overcome, on fire, I can tell. Aroused and agitated and consumed by lust. The treatment? Did it do this to her? I recall the last one, several days ago, how it excited her so...energized her...
She turns her face to look at me, eyes sleepy, smile languid. Her lips part, and she groans again.
Come...come to bed...stay with Milenka...
"N-n-no...I...I have to
go," I implore, my voice cracking as my body betrays it, and I climb up onto the bed.
She purrs again, loudly, as I center myself behind her. In a flash she'd torn off her panties, and her voice is more plaintive now, encouraging:
yes...that's right, that's right...come to wife... Mouth agape, I marvel at the mountain of ass before me, waiting for me, ready. On my knees at first, I have to rise up to my feet to...to get anywhere near...
unnnnghh...
I'm inside her, I'm inside her, I'm inside her.
Just a quickie, I think, as I start to ram myself - with ever-increasing force - into the huge, heavy masses of her behind. Her coos have become cries, her little moans are now deep groans. I watch her ass quake and jiggle and quake and jiggle as I watch myself slam and slam and slam.
yes yes yes!, she squeals, as I empty my load, almost immediately, into her.
"oh god oh god oh god..." I moan in response, "Milenka..."
My climax is long, wonderful, and draining. I slump into her, and feel her breathing and shuddering in orgasm below me. I move to slide myself out, when I feel we are done, but she holds me tight, with her inner muscles.
"Milenka?" I ask, grabbing hold of her hips, to try to pull out again - but again I can't move. A familiar perfume fills the air. "N-no...Milenka..." I manage in half-panic, while I still can, "I have t-to go..!"
nnnnooooo....she coos...
ssssstayyyyy....
But her air is in me, once again, and I can feel myself thickening up, inside her. My eyes are drawn back down to her huge rear, the thinness of her waist, the wide expanse of her muscled back and strong shoulders. I can feel the arousal in me once again and - more slowly now - I start once more to rock into her. Again and again and again I pump, sliding in and out, in and out, and soon I am fully hard and fucking her again and she is moaning and calling my name and telling me to
come come COME!
Unnnnghhhh! Oh god oh god oh god...!
Milenka, Milenka, Milenka...
...
This time, she lets me out. She lets me out, because she knows I'm going to...
...collapse. On the bed. I fall to my hands and knees, and then fully onto the bed, disintegrating beside her. I turn my head to her, and she looks at me: still on her knees, face in the pillow, ass still in the air...and still with that luscious, luscious smile. I look at her, gaze at her, our eyes connected and speaking love without words. I can tell she is not completely in control of herself, not now, but she is still
there. More open, in fact, laid bare. Her needs and wants and lusts exposed, plain to see...and powerful. She is a woman of intense feeling...and so, so gorgeous.
"I am going to be
so late..." I tell her, with a laugh, as I start to sit - but a hand shoots out, to my chest, and presses me forcefully back down. "Hey!" I exclaim, with another laugh, as in a flash she has sprung, and...
oh god, no...
A rush of pheromones, her immense wet mouth slurping me, and I am hard again...
"Milenka...oh god..." I groan, as I toss my head back in rapture as she sucks me all the way in, "
no...."
