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"Yesss...biggg...mmmmffff..." I splutter, staring first at Kat's thighs, then her huge breasts, then her slender hand as it runs up and down the length of my steel-like cock. I...I've never seen myself this hard before...only for her...not right...shouldn't...too far...controlling...

Thick, oozing precum bubbles out from the tip of my penis, running down and being intercepted by Kat's hand. The moment the two touch, I feel a momentary wave of dizziness and fatigue that quickly dissipates. I can feel this isn't right...but...can't...feels...too good...not so bad?

At her words I find my eyes unable to look away, like watching a train wreck in slow motion, as she jerks me expertly. Her hand works me in a non-stop trajectory towards release, never missing a beat. I am mesmerized by how big I seem, yet how small I feel, under her control, needing her for release.

A tightness begins to build in my groin, sending electric thrills and chills from my balls, running up my spine and exploding like fireworks in my brain as Kat sends me over the edge.

"Ahhhh...ffffffffffffff...nnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg..." I cry, as my hips weakly thrust, held so close to her body. I can feel great gouts of cum rocketing up my shaft, shooting thick ropes of cum onto my shirt and shorts, and a glob splattering onto her hand.
 
"Oh shh shhh shhhhhh..!" I hush him, as he starts to come and grunts and spasm under my handd. I muffle him a little with my big tit wow it does feel nice his head like that but I let him enjoy it I sure dooo...

"Watch, sweetie, watch," I breathe in a whisper to him, as I point his jerking, bucking cock first skyward and then angle up his chest. "Ooo you're making so muchhh for me charlie..." I praise, as load after load leaves him and dumps onto his shirt. I try to keep myself and his shorts as clean as I can but the first couple shots fell onto my...

...oooo. Ooooo here it comes...wow...yesssss...mmmmmm....I feel it in my hips and my legs and oooo my chest and my heart and my tits ooooo yes and...

wow my hand my hand where his goo is dribbling over my fingers and wrist as I continue to pump him, more gently now...my skin feels funny mmmm...

I know I have to stay focused, keep talking to him...don't lose yourself in this...

"Get it all out, sweetie...get it all out..."
 
"Haaaaaahhhh...haaaahhhhhh..." I moan, exhaling with every spasm and shudder as my cock pumps out what seems like gallons of cum. A new wave of dizziness washes over me, and I nearly embarrass myself, sagging with exhaustion as she hushes and coos over me.

I feel her press tightly against me, and assume that she's hugging myself to her. I twist a bit away from her, not wanting to smear the thick mess of cum onto her grey, knit cover-up. Such a mess...ashamed...but...so...good...needed...feels huge next...to me... I sag and slump against the tree, suddenly feeling tired, not noticing how loose my shorts and shirt feel, even as the wet mess makes the shirt cling to my undefined chest.

Kat continues to coo and moan, urging more and more from me. Through bleary, heavy eyes, I see that her cover-up is riding even higher up her thick thighs, revealing a navy blue bikini bottom that seems to cling for dear life to her huge, muscular booty. And though I don't remember her breasts being quite so large, they are putting the stretchiness of her garment to the test, straining the grey fabric as she crouches over me tenderly.
 
"Thatss goood...thatsss goooood...." I coo, as the last of his throbs dribble the last of him come onto them hem of his shirt and lower bellly. My hand is slick with it and it feels so good so good and so right to have it to have done this for him so right so right

"oooo honey are you okay..?" I ask as I let him slump back away from me, noticing him...shivering? He looks weirddd
 
Fine? Just had...biggest orgasm...life...how does she keep doing this to me? I tremble a bit, still awash in the sensations, coming down from my sexual high.

"Just f-feel a little n-nauseous," I breathe, slumping against the soft, pillowy swells of her breasts. "Past f-few months...felt kind of d-dizzy after...sex..." I lie. She doesn't need to know that ALL I have been doing is masturbating, thinking of her. "And this was a doozy," I add with a weak smile.

Despite just having come, my proximity to her and the soft swelling pressure of her breathing, along with the faint, grassy smell of her skin makes my cock start to stiffen again. Gotta break this off...

"I-I think m-maybe we should g-go?" I ask, unsure if that's what I want, but knowing in the clearest part of my brain it's what needs to happen. "Can y-you give m-me a ride h-home?"
 
"Yes yes yes" I agree, sitting him up on his own against the tree and wiping my hand on his shirt it's a mess anyway haha. "Are you sure you'll be okay here by yourself if I go get my car?" I ask straightening my cover up over my hips. I put my hands on my knees and look down at him. Funny that after he comes he feels weird while I feel great. I know what's happening w me but what's up w him?
 
I look down at my sticky shirt, noticing granules of sand clinging where my cum had landed. Then I look at my ankle, and am astonished at how swollen and bruised it looks. How do I not feel that pain...gosh...and no health insurance...so I can't see a doctor...at least it's just sprained...

"I...I th-think I'll be ok...just hurry, ok?" I ask, feeling embarrassed to be left in such a vulnerable state. As she stands, I watch, transfixed at the power in her legs, muscles flexing smoothly until she towers over me. I can barely see her twinkling eyes over the swell of her breasts, and I definitely get a good look up her cover-up to see the blue bottoms clinging to her luscious netherlips.

My mouth runs dry. She's...perfect...but...no...can't...musn't...
 
"Okay you sit tight hun," I say, adjusting the straps of my bikini under my top as I stand over him. it's feeling a little tight haha.

I feel a little bad leaving him here like this he looks so pathetic like an injured baby bird. But I have to help him and the best thing is to get my car so I lean over and kiss the top of his head. "Be back in a sec k?"

I take off in a jog back up the boardwalk and woww without a sports bra on (I'm used to wearing two) this is tough haha! I end up keeping my arm sorta over my chest as I run to keep everything in one place but eventually I make it up the hill and back to my place. I have to grab my keys but soon I'm in my car and driving down to get himmm...
 
While I wait for Kat (Didn't miss a chance to check out her butt and legs as she ran...great googly moogly...and I could see her boobs bouncing...from behind...) I think about what just happened, now with a clearer head.

It had started out as such a normal, friendly walk. Sure there was the occasional flirtatious comment, but it all seemed friendly, playful even.

And then I sprain my ankle...she takes care of me...but then she "takes care of me" Despite my growing concern about how our friendship is very heavy on the benefits, part of me likes this. She's fucking gorgeous...and it's better than masturbating...I haven't seen a ton of the crazy at all...she's just very nurturing...gah...what to do...

After a time, I hear crunching footsteps coming around the path towards my tree. Thankfully, it's just Kat.

"T-took you long enough," I offer as a lame joke, wincing as I try to get to my feet.
 
"Ha you're lucky I didn't just leave you here you crusty mess!" I giggle, as I rush to his side. He's trying to stand. "and stopp! Let me help you!"

I help him get to his feet and wow his ankle looks worse, really swollen and bruised up poor thing! With his arm around my shoulder I get him up and - slowly - make it over to the boardwalk and the short distance to the next parking area where i've put my new little car i love it

"Isn't it cute? Sorry it's so small i know it's tight," I say, as I get him to the car door and open it for him, "let's get you in and to an ER or walk-in or something. I think there's one down on Willow Street...I think they're open Sundaysss..."
 
"Yeah...c-cute," I agree, looking at the dazzling, white Volkswagen Beetle in front of me. I hobble a bit, using the open door to help balance. How in the world does she have this car...it's in better shape than mine...how?

Then I remember: I don't have insurance...she can't take me anywhere...what to do? "Uh...errrr...." I stammer, thinking quickly. "Err...it's just a s-sprain, Kat." I deepen my voice slightly, trying to sound macho. "N-no need to take me t-to the clinic. J-just need some rest..."

I ease myself into the low seats of the car with her help, looking her long legs up and down again. "Yeah...j-just...n-need to go home...rest..."
 
He's so stubborn. I know I know I know he should go to a doctor who knows if it's sprained or broken or what he's so stubborn. I only argue about it with him for a minute because he's being funny about it so

"fine you win Mr Macho," I say, putting on my sunglasses and pulling out of the lot, "I'll take you home..." I don't know if he notices me adjusting my seat.

He's a little quiet on the ride I guess he's always been quiet and I'm a chatterbox sometimes haha so I laugh alot and try to keep my shoulders straight and my posture nice if he looks over at me. I know my hair looks better down but i keep it in a ponytail anyway with the wind and all. he looks kinda uncomfortable getting blown all about so I ask him if he wants me to put the roof up he says no. I ask him if he's hungry if he wants me to stop anywhere get him anything for dinner. he may have trouble ccooking or getting out to eat himself with his ankle like this he says no to that too.

"Ok well let's get you inside," I say, parking right in front of his condo.
 
The drive home is fast and windy, but I'm too polite to have her put the top up. I'm also too busy stealing glances over at her slim and stacked body. Her ass and thighs completely fill the seat, and her legs, long and tone seem almost too long for the car. She can't be that tall...her seat seems further back than mine...

Soon we arrive at my condo, and I let her help me out of the car. "Uhhhhh...n-not...inside..." I mutter, leaning my weight against her sturdy, athletic body. "J-just to the d-door is fine..."
 
"Oh c'mon I promise I'll behave..!" I titter, as i get him up the couple steps to his door. He's fumbling for his keys in his pocket and i try to help him he's so clumsy I end up taking the keys from him to get the door open.

I've been here a bunch of times when we dated i've made out with him right here iin this ddoorway and seeing him the way he is now hurt and limping makes me want to do it again. I want to jump his bones and push him onto his couch and fuck fuck fuck him but i know i know i know keep it cool Kittttttty....
 
"Ehhhh...n-no...I'll be fine..." i protest, reaching for the keys again. She holds them a bit away from me, smiling playfully, knowing I can't jump for them with my ankle. "C'mon K-kat," I smile. "You wouldn't d-do this to me while I'm h-hurting, right?"

The place is such a wreck...she'll know right away... "I need some time to c-clean up...not r-ready for guests..." I say, blushing a bit with embarrassment. "Maybe l-later this w-week?" I offer.
 
"OOOOOOOoo YEs yes!" I laugh, dropping the keys into his palm, "I need to see if Matt and Flo and Fern and Mr. Pokey are growing up nice and big! I hope you're taking good care of them! You know they need lots watering and love!"

He shakes his head at me and blocks my view inside the doorway as he struggles in though I see a mess on the foyer table. "Go get ice on your ankle and drink lots of water," I say as he's entering, "text me if you need me I can be here in fifteen minutes!"

The door closes and I bounce down the steps feeling excited feeling secretly a lot like a girlfriend again...
 
Yikes...there's a bit of the Kat I remember...but maybe she's just excited...it HAS been a long time since I've hung out with her this much...

After entering, I glance out the window. I watch as she leaves, my eyes roving over her fit body one last time before she gets into her car and speeds off.

I hobble over to my room, lowering myself into a filthy computer chair. This'll help my mobility, I guess...really could use a crutch or two though...

My mind flits back over the day, when I remember her mentioning her instagram. I set up an account to try and find her, adding a few pictures of my own to make it slightly less creepy. It doesn't take long, and soon I find myself staring at the picture from today.

I tap out a quick comment and like the photo, then scan through a few of her other pictures. Make up...shoes...gym picture... Gosh, she's lifting a lot... Also a series of pictures showing off her new bra sizes. From D's to...F's? In only a few months, too...whatever she's eating or taking...it's working...

I pick up my phone to send her a text:

had fun 2day kat thx

let me know when ur home safe

I wheel myself to the kitchen and put a pot of water on to boil. Looks like it's ramen until I heal...sigh...
 
ooo yr so sweet yes home

all safe but loneleeee

Such such such a nice time with him i can't believe it's really working it's really happening all that testing all those drugs that ceremony thing it's working Kitty Kat he's going to be yours yours yours again even if even if even if...

Calm down Katherine

I'm glad I stopped back at the boardwalk to pick up his lost sandal that's something a good friend would do right? That's not too much right? And if I put it over here with his other things - that old razor he left at my place, this framed picture of him, this candle that we lit that one nice night that I light sometimes when I think of him, this other picture of him, covered with lipstick that I had ripped but taped back together and put in an even nicer frame. This lock of his hair. This old t-shirt that smells like him still. An old half empty water bottle of his that I take a tiny sip from when I take my meds. If I put his sandal right there.... perfect!

Maybe I'll say a little thing now, a little prayerr.

I'm going to take this cover-up off while I do it. And this bikini is too tight. And I'll hold this picture of him right here....


When can I text him again and not be clingy?

Tomorrow?

Yeah tomorrow.
 
I cant stand it its gotta be tonite this is normal to ask anyway right?

hi hi if u still having car trouble I can give u a ride to work tmrw
 
I sleep like a baby, popping enough aspirin to dull the pain in my ankle enough to rest through the night. When I wake up, I notice two texts from Katherine. Good...she made it home...glad she had a good time...hmmm...car trouble...

I gingerly try to put a bit of weight on my ankle and immediately regret that choice. Ice...need to put some ice on this, and just stay off it I grab my phone and slide into my computer chair, wheeling into the kitchen for some frosted mini-wheats and milk. After a bit of thought, I text her back:

glad ur ok

yea still car trouble but taking 2day off thx tho

This sprained ankle thing really sucks, I think, as I consider how I'm going to bathe or even dress myself when I'm planted firmly on my ass. Maybe aspirin and ice will help...or Kat could...no...can't let her see this place...
 
ooo poor baby :(

but that's good rest

I'm at work at my desk already when I get his texts but the thought of him helpless on his couch or in bed makes me squirm in my seat and want to do thingsss

how does it look today?
 
I snap a quick pic of my ankle, then send it to her.

pretty gross still

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but i'll b fine hows work?
 
OMG THAT LOOKS HORRIBLE YOU HAVE TO GO TO A DOCTOR



but he asked about me about workk yayyyy
 
nah just rest and ice and painkillers lol

i'll b fine

I set the phone down and glance over at my computer screen. Kat's instagram page is still pulled up, the picture from yesterday front and center in the middle of my screen. Almost instantly, I feel my cock start to stiffen, engorging and twitching as it tents up my boxers.

Dang...looking big today...I guess I'm going through a second puberty too... A few months ago, I had been pretty average in that particular department. Over the course of a few weeks, though, I noticed a definite increase in size and girth. And if I'm honest, I'm more sensitive, too...a light breeze seems to get me going, so fantasizing about Kat is guaranteed to give me a hard-on...and once is never enough...need to masturbate more and more...

It wasn't always about Kat. After the break up I fantasized about all sorts of women, usually women in porn I was watching. But recently, my fantasies kept coming back to her...her fantastic body...and now she's as tall as I am...maybe taller...she's like a fantasy come true...

Without fully realizing it, I start to jerk my large cock, thinking about Kat. Her tits...those legs...so strong...take care of me... In short order I'm spilling my seed into a tissue, thankful for the chair I'm in due to another wave of dizziness and a sinking sensation washing over me. That can't be normal...maybe I SHOULD see a doctor...all that weight loss, the dizziness...maybe I'm depressed? But I can't afford a doctor...
 
oh charleee u are the stubbornest person I know

don't u know whats good for you ??? ;)

I send the texxts but even as I dooo I ssstart to feel itt ooo what is he doing there home alone thinking of meeee?

oh yes he is oh yes he issss....mmmm...

It takes a few minutes it feels so nice but I've learned to be able to worrk thru it sorta at least still look like I'm typing on my computer

Ah he's done

...

lemme see if I can get to do it again

work is good it's work

but...
 
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