Jack's Curse
By Stewy


I renamed Control to Hopeless Jack.

Hopeless Jack - Part 7

By Stewy

"Ok, we're here." said Ashley's voice.

That was the first thing I heard as I began to wake up. I heard music playing.
It was a tape of the muppets, and Kermit the frog was singing "It's not easy
being green."

"Is he awake?" asked another woman's voice.

"I'm not sure." responded my wife.

"Rob?" I heard my wife ask.

I opened my eyes and pointed my head towards my wife's voice. She was leaning
over towards me in a black one piece bathing suit and a pair of purple shorts,
the large sliding door of the caravan was open behind her, exposing the
perfect sunny blue sky as her hands were propped onto the middle seat next to
me. The dark line of her immense cleavage was pointed right in front of me me
as her suit was cut to show a decent portion of her chest. My wife was just
big, and she didn't need to wear very revealing clothes to show herself off.
The back of her hand reached out and brushed my cheek. It felt so soft.

I smacked my lips and awoke rather quickly. I looked around the caravan and
took in how huge it seemed. That was when I realized that I was buckled in
strangely. There was some kind of strap with a plastic buckle that rose up
between my legs to hold me in. Then I noticed that I wasn't sitting in a
regular car seat. It was a seat designed for babies. Absolutely disgusted with
the situation, I was about to begin yelling and protesting when the buckle was
undone and I was lifted into the air.

I was set down at the edge of the van with my little legs dangling over the
side. I was topless and all that I was dressed with was a tiny blue bathing
suit that went halfway down my thighs. I noticed that I had no body hair on my
body. I felt my face and felt not even a hint of stuble. Either I had been
completely shaved, or all my body hair had stopped growing.

"Where are we?" I asked, though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.

"Hill Point. I thought you'd like to go swimming." she chirped perkily,
wearing a smile that seemed cheerful and happy.

Just then another figured stepped in beside my wife. Rebecca Welsby was
wearing a pair of pink short shorts with "V"'s cut into the sides and a thin
white T-shirt. The material was rather transparent even though it was dry. You
could easily see her red bikini top underneath as she crossed her arms
underneath of it across her body. Her long mane of firey red hair was let
down.

"Hi Jack." said Rebecca sweetly with a smile.

"...Hi." I said faintly, looking downward to avoid her gaze.

*PoP* *Splooop* My wife opened a bottle of suntan lotion and gooped some
lotion onto her hand.

I began to feel embaressed with Rebecca's eyes on me as my wife's hand
lathered up my body with white creamy lotion that smelled like tropical fruit.
I was amazed at how fast her hand rubbed the lotion in. Soon the lotion was
invisible and I was coated entirely. I pushed myself up to hop out of the car
but my wife's hand pressed down on my thigh.

"Hold up sweetie. I've got to put on your water wings." she said like it was
routine.

"What?" I protested as Rebecca's smile widened. "I don't need waterwings. I'm
a good swimmer."

What would normally have been an embaressing situation was exacerbated by
Rebecca's added presence. My wife was making it very difficult for me to latch
onto even a small shred of the dignity I had had as a fully grown man.

"They won't let you in without water wings sweetie." she said sweetly.

"Doh, I guess we'll have to go back home then." I said smartly.

A sly smile crept across my wife. It looked as though she actually appreciated
my joke, but her face seemed to become more sultry and seductive for some
reason. She put her hands on both sides of my body and lowered her chest down
towards me as she leaned over to whisper into my ear. My attempt to back away
was halted by my wife's large hand that pinned my little legs to the car.

"Now honey," she began, whispering softly so that Rebecca couldn't hear. "You
don't want to embaress me in front of my best friend now would you?"

I instantly began to struggle with arousal as Rebecca stood a short ways away
with her arms crossed, staring down at me with an amused grin like she was
enjoying a show.

"Best friend?" I thought amongst the feeling of my wife's body lingering so
closely.

"Do you remember what mommy does for good little boys?" she cooed in a sweet
breathy whisper, her mouth making soft liquidy noises in my ear as she spoke.

"Yes." I said faintly, feeling my suit begin to tighten against my legs.

"Don't you want to be a good little boy for mommy?" she breathed softly,
before giving my ear a tiny little kiss with her plump soft lips.

Ashley defenitely had a way of taking the fight out of the opposite sex. It
felt like the stiffer I got, the less resistance I could offer her. The next
thing I knew my arm was lifted up and a large soft inflatable water wing slid
onto my arm, then the other. When Ashley drew back, my body came into full
view and Rebecca scrunched her face and gave a high pitched chuckle, observing
both my water wings and my stiff erection pushing at my bathing suit.

I quickly brought my knees up to my chest and spun around, scooting away from
the edge of the van in frustration. Two large hands wrapped around me and
lifted me up into the air before setting me down on the hot black pavement. My
erection fading, it pointed outward parallel to the ground. Both of the women
giggled at me and I covered it up with my hands, my face red with
embaressment.

*Wiiirrr Clunk* the sliding door closed and Rebecca picked up a beach bag and
lifted it effortlessly with her muscular arm.

The women began to walk towards the entrance to the pool. I trotted behind
them, having to pretty much jog to keep up with them. I couldn't take my eyes
off the views I had from them behind. My head craned up to look at Rebecca's
toned firm ass swaying side to side in those pink short shorts and Ashley's
wide round bubbly butt jiggling wonderously with her footsteps in her thin
purple shorts. I couldn't help but notice how thick the straps of my wife's
bathing suit were that ran over her shoulders. I guess they had to be that
thick to hold her top heavy weight. Rebecca's bikini strap was visible through
her shirt from behind, tied in a perfect bow knot.

I was slightly winded by the time we arrived at the front desk. A young man
stood behind the desk, looking to be about 16 years old.

"Hello." greeted the man plainly.

"Hello. One guest." said Ashley.

Rebecca pulled a guest pass out of the beach bag.

"Her or the child? The price is different." he said, inquiring as to whom was
the guest.

I cringed at the world "child". Both of the women chuckled and turned their
heads to glance down at me. I turned my back towards them and decided to go
ahead on through the locker rooms. I trotted forward towards the two signs
that read "Men -->" "<-- Women". I started to vear to the right of the hallway
as I was lifted up into the air by suprise. I couldn't believe how light I
must have been to my wife. I felt my feet, shins, and knees rest against the
top of her right breast, acting as a place to balance myself as she held my
back against her shoulder with a gentle hand. My head rested over her
shoulder, staring at the world behind her as I bounced gently with her body.
My waterwings squeeked against my wife's skin as I attempted to take hold of
some kind of grip on my wife's seemingly enormous body.

Turning my head, I saw Rebecca walking on Ashley's left side, just slightly
behind her. She was grinning at me with the same grin she had given me out at
the van. I turned away, trying my best to avoid her gaze.

I was carried through the women's locker room and I panned my head around,
satisfying my curiosity. The bathroom area wasn't too exciting, but when we
got to the lockers, there were 2 young teenagers that looked to be 17 or 18
that were in the process of taking off their bikini tops. Their breasts
weren't all that big, but they were defenitely spectacular and more than a
handfull for a man of my size.

"You DIDN'T!" said one to the other, apparently in the middle of a
conversation.

"I DID." said the other one proudly.

"Oh my gawd, you slut." laughed the one topless girl as she playfully pushed
the other's shoulder, causing her to turn towards me as she laughed while
looking back at her friend.

Ashley set me down on a bench and both she and Rebecca began stripping. Ashley
bent down in front of me, tugging her shorts to her ankles before stepping out
of them. Feeling aroused by the sight before me, I turned on the bench 180
degrees, which didn't help much. Rebecca's face was covered with the white
material of her shirt as she pulled it over her head, thrusting her firm
C-cups encased in her small red bikini. They rested perfectly in proportion to
her muscular body. Man did they look firm. Rebecca's face was straight and
apathetic as she tossed her shirt into the bag, scrunching her abs as she bent
downward slightly.

I decided I better not keep looking at Rebecca and began to turn away, but not
soon enough to get a full view of Rebecca's bikini clad crotch as she whipped
her pink short shorts down to her knees. Her thighs were so muscular and
perfect. I had to block the sight from my mind as I turned back to see my
wife's butt again as she was bending over to pick up her shoes off the floor
that she had stepped out of moments go. Ashley turned to toss her shoes and
shorts into the bag sitting on the floor next to Rebecca.

I was once again picked up and hoisted over my wife's shoulder as she carried
me across the locker room. We walked passed a sign that said in great bold
letters "You must shower before entering the pool," and entered the shower
room. Ashley waisted no time and walked under a showerhead as Rebecca chose
her own on the other side of the room.

Water cascaded down my body. It was quite warm. Ashley's body seemed to become
more slippery, though her grip was unwavering. I felt safe in her hands. I
felt Ashley's free hand slide against my back, making sure I was all wet
before using it to slide across her own body.

Rebecca was in the center of my view over Ashley's shoulder. I found myself
staring at the side profile of her body as she turned on the shower. Water
dripped and poured onto her firey red hair, soaking it and causing it darken
and fall more heavily against her. She craned her neck backwards and up to let
the water pour down the front of her neck and down her chest. Her bikini top
dampened and darkened as the water soaked it through, her body seemed to
glisten and reflect the light as her body became soaked. Her hands slid down
her chest over her breasts and continued down her stomach in a sensual manner.

I cowered my eyes into my shoulder like a scared mouse when Rebecca raised her
head, her eyes locking onto mine. I closed my eyes squashed my head against my
wife's flesh, not allowing myself to see the sly grin that crept across her
face across the shower room. The water stopped and my body bobbed along with
my wife's as she carried me out of the women's locker room. Once we were out
in the sun again, she let me down and allowed me to walk.

It was thrilling to be on my own two feet again. I was also glad to discover
that I wouldn't be humiliated in public by having my wife carry me around in
front of all these people. We walked down the concrete steps and down the ramp
towards the incredibly large rectangular pool, passing a very obese man whose
gut hung over the waist of his baggy brown bathing suit, his jelly cellulite
stomach undulating like a sentient being as he walked.

"Hey Hey." he said in a shovanistic manner to my wife as he passed. My wife's
face simply cringed with disgust.

I trotted happily at her side as she walked along the side of the pool. There
were kids playing in the shallow end, a few seasoned lap swimmers crossing the
lap lanes time and time again, a few bigger kids horsing around and doing
cannonballs off the side, and many very attractive women wading in the water
and catching some sun on the lounge chairs.

My wife walked up to a couple lounge chairs and turned to look around. Rebecca
saw us from a ways away and began walking towards us with the beach bag. My
wife walked a little bit and grabbed me the smallest chair the pool had to
offer and carried it back to her chosen spot, placing it down next to her
chair. Rebecca showed up and dropped the bag between the two lounge chairs and
sat down. Ashley quickly followed suit and sat down on her chair. I had to
climb up onto the bottem metal bar before reaching up to grab the end of the
chair, doing a pullup to climb into it. I was thrilled that I had gotten into
the chair before my wife had thought to help me.

"What a perfect day." said Rebecca.

"Yeah I know." agreed Ashley, reaching into the bag and pulling out the bottle
of suntan lotion.

"You can prolly take your water wings off now sweety. At least until you get
in that is. I don't think anyone's really paying attention." my wife told me,
the sounds of people yelling and playing in the background.

She didn't have to tell me twice. I ripped the damned things off faster than
you could say "Peter Pan," tossing them under her chair.

"Ahhhh." I said outloud, crossing my hands behind my head and soaking up the
warm blue sky. I loved staring at the white puffy clouds as they floated
buoyantly above. My wife handed me a pair of miniature sunglasses. I accepted
them appreciatively.

"Now Jack, don't let me catch you staring at any other women, or I might get
REALLY jealous." Ashley warned me light-heartedly, smiling at me as she spoke
her words.

I remembered the last time she said something almost exactly like that at her
christmas party. I began pondering how my life had changed since then. I
wondered if I would get any smaller. If the curse would change my life yet
again.

"I couldn't possibly shrink any smaller could I?" I asked myself.

*Pllbbb* *Plbbbbbb* the sound of suntan lotion squirting onto my wife's chest.

*plup* *plup* the sound of suntan lotion being smeared by my wife's hand into
her chest, neck, and shoulders.

I defenitely looked over at the two women I was with, lathering up their
bodies with suntan lotion. They took their sweet time putting it on their
legs, passing their hands up and down their curves time and time again. I sure
was glad I had these sunglasses, though I'm sure my wife could tell I was
looking at her since my head was nearly craned 90 degrees to the left. I
didn't care. I was allowed to look at my wife all I wanted. Right? My eyes
never left her body as she turned onto her side, pointing her front towards me
before adjusting her chair and falling down onto her stomach. The side profile
I had of her enormous boobs squashed into the straps of the lounge chair was
really incredible. My wife turned her head, resting her cheek against the
chair and pointing her head towards me.

"Jack, how about you put some lotion on my back?" she asked. It sounded more
like a command then a request. I could tell she expected me to obey.

"Oh c'mon. It'd be easier for her to do it. My hands are the size of silver
dollars." I thought to myself.

I looked at her reluctantly, as if deciding my answer. Noticing my pause she
spoke again.

"Jaaack, remember what I told you about good little boys?" she cooed in a high
pitched cutsey voice, her tongue passed softly across her upper lip.

I swallowed loudly and immediately obeyed. I climbed over onto my wife's chair
as she leaned over, grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion, opened it, and
squeezed a bunch onto her upper back. I sat down on her back and began rubbing
the lotion into her skin.

"Mmmmm. That's good Jack." she told me approvingly.

I didn't really listen to her, I wasn't doing anything but rubbing the lotion
into her. I defenitely took the time to admire her soft skin however. I worked
all the lotion into her skin until it disappeared. As I began to stand up from
sitting on her back, my wife spoke again.

"Jack, be a doll and do Rebecca too would you?" she requested insistantly. I
looked over at Rebecca who was grinning like the Chesire Cat.

"What? But..." I began to protest, but was interrupted.

"Jaaaack, don't you want to be a good little boy for mommy? Be mommy's good
little boy? Hrmmm?" she cooed in that mock high pitched voice.

Ashley defenitely knew how to get under my skin. I was sure she knew it too.
She probably loved controlling me like this. I was guessing there were some
things about Ashley that would never change.

*Pllbbb* my wife squeezed out a great big wad of suntan lotion on Rebecca's
back.

My facial expression was one of weariness. Rebecca watched me interestedly as
I looked over at her body, her muscular butt sticking up in the air encased in
the thin red stretched material of her bikini. Her head was layed down across
her arms that were crossed underneath it. I stepped cautiously over to her
chair.

"That's a good boy." my wife cooed like she was talking to a baby. It made me
flinch.

I sat reluctantly on Rebecca's back just above the rising swells of her bottem
and began working the lotion into her skin.

"Mmmmmm. That DOES feel good." agreed Rebecca as my hands passed across her
skin.

"Don't forget to get some under the strap." said Rebecca calmly. My eyes fumed
as I obeyed and slid my hands under her bikini strap. I had to resist the evil
desire to yank the knot on her bikini top in retaliation.

I finished and climbed back into my chair, scowling inwardly at my wife. I
knew this wouldn't be the last time she would hold sex over me. She seemed to
have a warm satisfied smile as she lay bathing in the sun.

The temptation of getting in the water began to grow as the sun heated me up,
but looking over at my water wings, I decided to pass. I ignored all the
little kids and old people and focused most of my attention on the women that
walked by. My eyes scanned a healthy looking black woman that walked by in a
black bikini. This actually was turning out to be a very relaxing day.

After a long while of laying out in the sun. My wife climbed out of her chair
and stood up, sliding a finger under the material that stretched across her
ass to pick a wedgie. She put her hands on her hips and walked up to my chair,
standing over me.

"We're gonna get in the water now Jack." said Ashley, Rebecca's body filing
unspokenly behind her as if she was her right hand woman.

"Ok. Have fun you two." I said to them, leaning back in my chair.

"Get your wings on Jack, you're coming with us." she said simply.

I sighed with annoyance and frustration.

My wife put her hands on the armrests of my chair, leaning down towards me and
dropping her breasts in front of me. Her arms pushed gently on the sides of
her breasts, emphasizing a bustline that needed no emphasis.

"Ok Ok, just stop it." I agreed, not interested in tenting my suit in front of
all these people. That would certainly tip them off that I wasn't a child.
Then I would abe even more embaressed having to sport waterwings.

My wife mercifully stood back up and allowed me to climb out of my chair. I
tossed my sunglasses into my chair before grabbing my waterwings and sliding
them on. I looked around ancily as I followed Rebecca and my wife towards the
steps into the shallow end.

Rebecca went in first, slowly descending the steps into the clear blue water.
Ashley followed behind and I just took a few steps away from the steps and
jumped in.

The water was warmer then I expected. It felt really great. It was swimming
that sucked. I couldn't do much with these giant orange inflatables attached
to my arms. I mostly just pointed in a direction and kicked, scooping my hands
against the water as best as I could.

Two heads appeared from underwater in front of me. The girls laughed at me as
I paddled pathetically against the water.

"Yeah Yeah, ha ha." I said, not having the best of times.

"Awwwwwww." my wife sympathized, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me
out of the water an arm's length away.

"Weeeeeee." she said, spinning me around 360 degrees. The wind really blew
hard against my body as she spun me. I had to admit it was kind of fun. It was
even more fun when she tossed me into the air and let me splash into the
water, though I tried to keep a straight face so she wouldn't know that I
enjoyed it.

The most humiliating part was when Ashley grabbed me by my hands and dangled
me above the water. My feet was splash gently in the water as she pretended to
walk me. Rebecca was cracking up as my wife pretended that I could walk on
water. I wanted to curl up into a little ball and die.

Seeing my look of dispair, my wife hugged me to those floating buoyant
breasts.

"Oh my god!" my brain erupted. My breathing began to quicken almost
immediately as their soft heavy weight pressed into my body and slid against
me.

"Hmm Hmm Hmm." my wife gave a purring laugh as she cuddled me to her.

She played with me a bit longer until the women felt like climbing out. I went
up the steps first and turned and waited for the women politely. Their shiney
bodies dripped and oozed water as they climbed slowly out, squeezing the water
out of their hair and shaking their heads. It truely was an incredibly erotic
sight to behold. We walked back to our seats and I jumped at the opportunity
to take off my water wings.

"Actually Jack, I think we're ready to go." said Ashley. Rebecca seemed to be
rather quiet.

"Oh really? ok." I said, feigning sadness.

My wife gave me a skeptical glance, but then smiled as they gathered their
stuff. They slid into their shorts and Rebecca put her t-shirt back on before
they turned and headed for the locker rooms. My wife carried me through once
again though I was upset to see there weren't any naked teens in there this
time. My wife let me walk through the parking lot.

When we got to the van, Ashley opened the sliding door and picked me up. At
this point I was very interested in not having Ashley sexually embaress me in
front of Rebecca. I did not protest when she buckled me into the child's seat.

The sanctity of no longer being out in public filled me with safety and joy.
All of my anxiety was washed away as I sat in the confines of the van,
thinking of nothing but getting home.

Ashley stopped at the El Freezo's on the way home and ordered two double scoop
vanilla ice cream cones. Rebecca held them and we were so very close to home
now. I became excited at the sight of the apartment as we drove up. We parked,
Ashley unbuckled me and helped me out of the van, and we walked towards the
front door. Rebecca handed Ashley her ice cream as they approached the door,
Ashley fishing for her keys.

When the door opened, I sprinted past the women's legs into the front doorway.
I heard Ashley chuckle behind me. Oh god, it felt fantastic. The air
conditioning was perfect. The carpet was so soft. There were no people. I was
in heaven.

I layed down in the middle of the living room and began pretending to make
snow angels in the carpet. Sitting up, the women walked in and dropped their
beach bag. They both sat down on the couch, crossed their legs sexily, and
began eating their ice cream.

Their tongues licked and lapped at the vanilla ice cream. They would spin the
cones in their hands, trailing their tongues along the outside in a circle.
Rebecca tended to lick around the bottem and then nibble at the top with her
lips, coating her red lips with white creamy ice cream before she swallowed
and licked it up. Ashley tended to just lick across the top and work it down.
Ashley noticed me looking up at them and patted the couch in between them, but
I didn't move.

"You don't want any Jack?" asked Ashley, taking a big slow lick.

I just shook my head gently. Finally they had worked the ice cream down to
their cones and began biting. Ashley bit into hers and some melted ice cream
dribbled down her chin. She had to use her finger to wipe it up.

I walked up to the TV and turned it on. Sesame Street came on. Elmo was in the
process of explaining how to use the letter "M". I tried to change the channel
and the words "ADULT LOCK" printed in green letters across the TV.

"This is really unnerving." I thought to myself, turning the TV off.

"Can I use your shower?" asked Rebecca, having finished her ice cream.

"Go right ahead." answered Ashley.

Rebecca trotted off with the beach bag and went down the hall. Ashley finished
up her ice cream and walked in front of me, she chose a DVD from the TV stand
and put it in the DVD player. Soon the movie came on. To my disappointment it
was "Herby goes to France."

My wife sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her once again. I
turned from my spot on the carpet and saw her looking at me expectantly.

"Come on little guy." she said encouragingly, patting the seat again.

I crept across the carpet slowly, walking up to the couch. She grabbed me up
off the floor and placed me in her lap. It felt more comfortable then the
softest lazy boy as my head lay back against her abdomen, her enormous breasts
looming above my head. One of her soft hands pushed into my upper body, gently
pressing me into her warm cozy flesh. I felt so at ease, so warm and
comfortable. I really couldn't ask for much more. The movie really did suck
though. I almost couldn't take it. I found myself shutting my eyes and
thinking of other things.

"Hey guys, what are you watching?" asked Rebecca. "Oh Herby." she answered
herself.

Rebecca smiled up at her as she walked in wearing a very short maroon skirt
and a tight black v-neck top with no sleaves. She layed down on her stomach in
front of us and dangled her calves in the air in her bare feet. Ashley pulled
me off her lap and set me against the armrest before standing up.

"Ok, I'm gonna hop in the shower." declared Ashley.

I wanted to protest being left alone with Rebecca, but nothing came out of my
lips.

"What would I say anyway?" I figured.

Not 20 seconds after Ashley had gone down the hallway, Rebecca's knees began
to slide slowly apart, pulling her legs apart wider and wider and wider. When
they reached a 45 degree V, then slid slowly back together. Ashley popped back
into the room.

"Rebecca, where did you leave the shampoo." asked Ashley.

"Under the sink." replied Rebecca, her gaze focused on the crappy Herby movie.

When my wife left again, Rebecca's knees began sliding apart again, drawing
her skirt up slightly, exposing more of her upper thigh. She slowly closed
them again. She seemed to rut her hips into the carpet, as if trying to find a
more comfortable position. I stared as her butt gently undulated into the
ground for a moment. Then her knees slid apart again, then back. She reached
back behind her and scratched the bottem of her ass underneath her skirt,
giving me a straight faced glance as the material of her skirt lifted to
expose the very bottem of her left asscheek.

I began to fidget on the couch, looking side to side wearily. I wasn't sure
what Rebecca was up to, but I sure as hell didn't like it. I hoped Ashley
would come back for something.

Rebecca stared at me with a blank face as her pointer finger and thumb
delicately gripped the end of her skirt. Her straight face crept into an evil
grin as she slowly lifted her skirt up and up and up. Her panties underneath
were white with lacey edges and little pink flowers all over them. I shook my
head at her as she held a palm up to her mouth in mock suprise as she flashed
me her panties.

Her fingers lifted her skirt back down as slowly as she had raised it. I felt
myself stiffening in my bathing suit as she lifted her skirt back up and
flashed me her cute little panties once again. She lowered her skirt again,
then flashed me, then lowered it, then flashed me again and again and again.
Rebecca looked like she was having lots of fun.

Having flipped up her skirt, her index finger slid under the material of her
panties down her left cheek. It slid up and down several times before she gave
her panties a firm squeeze and tugged them down slightly, exposing the upper
cleavage of her firm muscular butt.

"Don't." I said.

Rebecca grinned at me and raised her panties back up, lowering her skirt back
down. Her knees slid apart a few more times, before she began lifting her ass
off the ground and sliding her stomach downward. I could see the lower half of
her panty clad ass as she more or less began slowly humping the floor. This
girl was dirty. Rebecca stopped and patted her ass as if she was dusting it
off, straightening out her skirt and going back to watching the movie a short
while before Ashley returned.

My inner monologue let out a stream of obsenities as I saw what my wife was
wearing. She had on the tightest cute light pink shirt that had a big heart
drawn across her chest that was stressed and contorted. Her sleaves were ultra
short and didn't go much past her shoulders. The collar and the sleaves were
outlined with a darker pink material. The shirt was maybe a size too small and
it pulled it up expose her sexy belly button. On the bottem all she was
wearing was a matching pair of light pink cotten panties.

"I hope you don't mind Rebecca, but we're going to have to leave you by
yourself for a bit." informed Ashley.

My dick was as stiff as a metal cement stick. I was lifted off the couch and I
saw the heart drawn across my wife's chest draw closer and closer. I was
hugged firmly against my wife's soft cushiony bosom and I was in heaven. I
don't know where we were going, I didn't care. I rested my head against her
boobs and sighed.

I heard a door close and soon I was resting on the huge soft silky bed that
sat in a bedroom I had never seen before. My wife's knee slid up onto the bed
and she crawled over me, scooping me in her hands and sliding me along the bed
as she slid across it on her elbows. Her chest expanded and contracted in her
shirt as it hovered so closely above me. My bathing suit got ripped off and
tossed across the room. I heard it smack against the wall what seemed like 50
feet away.

Laying naked on the bed, my wife slid her body back downward and and rested
her chin between my legs. Those mouth-watering plump lips of her sat inches
below my shaft and balls. Her hot breath washed over me and I was turned on
beyond belief.

"Were you a good little boy today?" she whispered sexily, the hot mist of her
breath bathing my crotch and thighs.

"Yes." I said pathetically, having trouble uttering any forceful sound.

"Were you on your best behavior?" she asked, her lips were SO close to
touching me.

"Yes." I repeated.

"Are you suuuure?" she teased.

"Yes." I breathed, my voice growing weaker by the second. My chest began to
expand and contract heavily in short gasping breaths.

"III Dooon't Knoooow." she said long and drawn out.

I almost couldn't take it. I was about to slide down into her but her hands
pinned my chest and arms to the bed as if reading my mind.

"Maybe you HAVE been a good little boy." she whispered sexily, her eyes
looking at me with intensity.

"Y... Yes." I stuttered.

"Do you remember what I told you I do to good little boys?" she asked me,
teasing me painfully. I felt her lips faintly touch my member.

"Yes." I repeated, grunting to force it out.

"I give them, big, wet, sloppy blowjobs." she told me, nodding slowly at me. I
nodded with her, feeling like my entire body was about to explode.

"Is that what you want Jack?" she asked me, her eyes searching me as her lips
brushed against me again.

"Yes." I said once again.

"You want me to kiss it?" she asked, pressing her lips gently against my shaft
and balls and pursing them into a long slow kiss that left with a gentle
audible *smack*.

My whole body shivered and trembled under her touch. I felt her plump soft wet
lips begin to mouth at my stiff erection, as if testing it for size. Her lips
pressed together gently before opening and pressing together again. She
nibbled and nibbled gently at my cock and balls with her fat lips and I
erupted with violent force.

At the moment I orgasmed, my wife's lips suctioned themselves to my body like
a leech, forming an airtight seal. My hips twitched and thrust at her face as
she held her lips to me calmly.

*Glurp* *Glum* *Galum* *oomp* *Goomp* *Glum* her throat swallowed me very
loudly.

I listened to the enormous amounts of cum pumping out of my dick get swallowed
by my gigantic wife as she inhaled my cock like a delicious vanilla milkshake.
The incredible suction of her mouth seemed to stretch my orgasm on and on for
an eternity. My dick kept spasming and spewing out load after load of cum.
Swallowing all of that must have been no easy task.

When I stopped cumming, my wife's tongue began to lap gently at my softening
prick, causing it to twitch and twang with pleasure. I felt her soft wet
tongue wash my balls with it's soft touch. It wasn't until I was completely
flacid that my wife released me from what had been the greatest blowjob I had
ever had in my entire life. I felt so drained and tired that I was faint.

I was lifted up as my wife layed down on the bed on her back, her head propped
up on a pillow. She lowered me down onto the enormous swells of her bosom and
began hugging and coddling me. She bounced me gently against her and my sleepy
nausea flooded through my body. Her body was so warm and soft, her coddling me
was making my eyes droopy and my head dreamy. I rustled my head against her
tit as I lay across her body, feeling so tired and heavy. My wife cooed sweet
comforting words that sounded like the lilt of a harp that coaxed me to sleep.

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