Number One Fan (Closed)

[AnnieD]

*** Out of character ***

Spoiler alert; this thread might involve some drug/alcohol abuse and some really rough, depraved sex. If this isn't something that interests you, please don't read further. If it does, well enjoy the show!

Of course, everybody in this story is fake, not real, part of my twisted imagination, etc. Everybody that matters is over 18 and adult.

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My character:

http://i.imgur.com/C1zy3Af.jpg

Name: Kelly June
Age: 34
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 34M

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"GO RICK! WHOOO!" I shouted loudly from the stand, watching as the eighteen year old quarterback ran across the field in a hurry. I was standing and nearly at the edge of my seat, watching as the star athlete carried the ball with his opponents chasing after him with victory so near...

Oh, you're probably wondering who I am.

My name is Kelly June and I'm a thirty-four year old mother. Yes, I'm a married woman and I live here in this small town in Texas. My profession? Well, I'm a house-wife. Yes, I know that you're thinking, in this day and age I should be a professional but I tell you what, being a house-wife is a profession! I had to take care of my son from day one and I cared for him, helping him accomplish his dream of becoming a football player and a great student.

Oh, was Rick my son?

No.

Let me explain, so my son...Ben, is a bit on the nonathletic side. He's on the team, though! Just...as a bench-warmer. I know, that might sound horrible for a mother to say but it wasn't as if I was disappointed in my son. He technically accomplished his dream and it allowed him to make friends a lot easier. Heck, it was a great confidence booster for him. I came to these games to encourage him, or at least that's how it started but...well...I kind of became Rick's fan.

It was funny. I came here to watch my son play, but that never seemed to happen. So, through these football nights I had to watch other young adults play and among them was this former substitute quarterback who quickly became some sort of MVP. Honestly, one of the biggest reasons why I was such a fan was because it felt that I was part of some star in the making.

But anyway, I tried to calm down, mainly because some of the looks I was getting. One look in particular made me second guess my enthusiasm - another mother gave me this look of shock. It took me a few minutes to realize that it was probably not so much the cheering that was distracting for her, but my chest. Oh, right...I didn't get to that part? Well, after I gave birth to Ben, the months that followed I saw my chest growing almost exponentially. That's how I ended up with my whopping 34M cup breasts.

Yes, people often stared and especially with my jumping around like this. Sure, I normally wore really conservative clothes and a really supportive bra; although it helped, it still allowed a slight bounce with these kind of movement while I cheered. Even now, watching this game I wore that kind of heavy duty bra...only I was wearing Rick's jersey. The number 28 stretched across my chest and the Rick's name on my back. Of course, when my son brought it up, I just said that it was the only one left.

I can't believe that lie worked.

"OH MY GOD!" I yelled in disbelief with the crowd "RICK!!"

A touchdown! He completed a touchdown with just a few moments to spare!

Now this might sound a bit fangirl-ish, but I really wanted to meet Rick. So much so that once the game ended, I rushed with some other fans to the ground floor, hoping to meet the young legend himself.

 

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Name: Rick Morrison
Age: 18
Height: 6'3

What a summer. So much training to get ready for senior year. And here in West Texas, senior year of a high school football career means everything. I've been waiting for this moment my whole life. I spent the last 3 years in the shadow of a star quarterback, now a freshman for the Longhorns and being talked about as a possible NFL draft pick in the next couple of years. That's the road I want to go down. I've been training and hitting the gym like a demon over the off season. And I'm ready. State Championship. This year. No doubt about it.

Of course, senior year isn't all about football, although don't tell anyone round here I said that. There's nothing like being the starting quarterback for the Panthers. This year, I'm the biggest name in town. With my starting role, the captaincy, my classic good looks and the muscle I've put on since last season, I feel like this town is ripe for the picking. I had my way with a few of the cheerleaders and pep squad over the summer and I have my eye on a few more of the girls at school. This is my year and I'm going to make the most of it.

But the woman who's been on my mind isn't in my year at school. She's not at school at all. It's that fat kid Ben's mom. Kelly June, her name is. All the guys at school know her. She's the babe with the massive tits who has no idea how hot she is. We always talk about her in the locker room and it drives Ben crazy. She always covers up those tits though and she seems really straight. I'm pretty sure that there is a tiger kept locked in that cage - how could God have given a woman a body like that if she wasn't made for fucking? I haven't figured out how to let that tiger out of the cage yet but I will. This is my year.

I've started to be nicer to Ben. Most of the guys just ignore him or tease him for his weight or the fact that it's obvious to everyone that he only avoids being cut because of the money his dad donated to the school's athletic program. Lately I've started to stop the teasing and Ben seems really grateful. I've started to get him invited to parties and when we go out to bars and strip clubs at night. He's not a bad guy to have around; he's respectful, he pays for drinks and he's quit complaining when we talk about what we'd like to do to his mom. I guess he realizes that he has to tolerate that if he wants to hang out with us. He's told me how much he appreciates being included and that it's all he's really wanted. He even suggested in passing that maybe I'd like to come up to the family lake house for a week or two between semester. Although I didn't say so, I loved that idea because it'd give me a chance to see more of Kelly - especially her tits, which I'm sure would look smoking in a bikini.

Anyway, back to the serious business of football. Today is the first day of the season, against the cross-town rival Tigers. They're a bunch of tough kids from the wrong side of town with a big chip on their shoulder about us. It promised to be a tough, violent and competitive game. These guys might be thugs but they're good at football. A worthy adversary.

The game was very hard-fought, as I expected. Still, I wasn't able to ignore the fact that Kelly was there in the front row of the bleachers, wearing my shirt stretched over those huge tits. Now that was interesting. I mean, a lot of the kids at school wear my shirt and some of the dads, even some of the moms too. But seeing a hot youngish mom with massive tits wearing a shirt with my name on her back when her own son was on the team gave me a hard on that I was pretty sure my football pants would not conceal. Every time I touched the ball, Kelly seemed to jump up and down and wave at me calling my name. Very, very interesting. As an experiment, after a long touchdown pass, I turned to the crowd and very deliberately aimed a finger right at Kelly - her tits, actually, not that anyone would notice - wondering how that would go down.

As things got tight in crunch time I momentarily forgot about Kelly and those tits. It took every ounce of concentration but we won. I threw a long TD pass on the very last play to secure a come-from-behind victory to the rapture of the crowd. I threw my hands into the air, ecstatic and I saw fans begin to rush the field.

First up to me was Kelly, her big tits bouncing up and down as she sprinted single mindedly to whereI was standing being congratulated by my teammates. I open my arms and sweep her up in a close, even erotic hug, oblivious to what people might think, flushed with victory. Hey, I'm the star quarterback, I just won the game and I get to take what I want, right? With that thought in my mind, I let my arm fall around Kelly's waist and let my hand drift inappropriately low til it was resting gently on her ass. I say "Hey there! What a win! I see you're wearing the right jersey!"

 

[AnnieD]

It's crazy how people here get so worked up on football. Okay, I know, that must sound so hypocritical from me but it's true. In this small town we don't have too much - but we do have a fantastic football team year after year. I haven't ever left the city, so all the excitement that came from this town that I could really enjoy was football. And this year? Our team was at its best. I don't think we've had a team work so well and honestly? I really do believe that it was Rick's doing.

So forgive me when I say that when Rick pointed at me in the crowd, I grinned in delight. Okay, maybe more 'squeal like a fan girl' is more accurate. It influenced me enough that when the match was over, I felt almost compelled to greet Rick in the field - especially witnessing that amazing long TD pass. As for my son? Well, I know that he was disappointed that he didn't get to play and thankfully, after every game, he has a tendency of immediately going back indoors.

So I ran up to see Rick and he must have noticed me, because immediately he opened his arms and swept me into this big hug. The funny thing is that I could feel my breasts mash up against his strong chest, to the point where I believed that even this supportive bra would give in! Thankfully it didn't and I hope that the embrace didn't make Rick too uncomfortable. Then again, he must have been so worked up on his victory that he didn't notice how his hand slipped to my plump behind, holding me there with one hand through the denim material of my jeans.

"Hey there! What a win! I see you're wearing the right jersey!"

"You're telling me! You were on fire there Rick, I couldn't keep my eyes away!" I said with glee. His comment on my jersey made me step back and take a look down. Like I said earlier, his number (28) was stretched across my chest due to well...my bust. I giggled before I added "Oh, this thing? Well I felt that you needed some support so I was happy to give it to you." with a sincere smile on my face.

 

[Indiscretion]

I love the feeling of your massive tits mashed against my chest and my hand on your ass. You don't seem to mind, either. I could definitely get used to this. This is definitely not going to be the last time I press your tits against my body, I decide on the spot.

"You're telling me! You were on fire there Rick, I couldn't keep my eyes away!" I smile to myself. You must be flirting with me. You couldn't be that oblivious.

Then, all of a sudden, I'm disappointed as you pull away from me to look at your jersey despite that the crowd around me is growing and there are plenty of cheerleaders, hot high school girls and even some MILFs who want a piece of the star QB.

"Oh, this thing? Well I felt that you needed some support so I was happy to give it to you." I smile to myself, sensing an opportunity. I say, "Well you're right on the money Mrs June. It means a lot to me to see you fans showing that kind of support. I hope you dress with me at the forefront of your mind for every game. Hell, every time you see me. Now that would show me you really supported me... and the team. And speaking of the team, get your ass back in here, the winning QB deserves a hug."

With that, I pull you bodily back into me, with my arm around your waist, my hand firmly on your ass and your tits squashed against me. As dads and other kids are high fiving me and pumping my hand, I keep you pressed against me as if you were my high school sweetheart, not a married mom of a teammate. At an quiet moment, I say "And you shouldn't hide your body like that, Mrs June. You look great. It'd mean a lot to the whole team if you showed your support by not covering it up so much. Hell it'd mean a lot to me." I give your ass a confident squeeze as I turn to talk to another dad who while a few people are starting to look askance at the way I'm touching you.

 

[AnnieD]

"Well you're right on the money Mrs June. It means a lot to me to see you fans showing that kind of support. I hope you dress with me at the forefront of your mind for every game. Hell, every time you see me. Now that would show me you really supported me... and the team. And speaking of the team, get your ass back in here, the winning QB deserves a hug."

I laughed at his language and once he told me to get my ass back in there, you bet that I did. So I went over to him and gave him the biggest hug that I could. I essentially squished my heavy tits against his chest, but cared just a bit less about it. "Of course I will, Rick." I said eagerly to his request "At this point, I must be your number one fan!" - pretty much encouraging more confident as if he didn't have enough of that already. I mean, look at all this cheering! How could someone not be confident with this kind of support around?

The cheering subsided a little, enough that I heard him say to me:

"And you shouldn't hide your body like that, Mrs June. You look great. It'd mean a lot to the whole team if you showed your support by not covering it up so much. Hell it'd mean a lot to me."

I gasped right then because his hand must have slipped, seeing how I felt it give a plump cheek a good squeeze before he turned around to talk to other people. I didn't really have much of a chance to say goodbye, seeing how other people began to crowd around him. Oh well. Truth be told, maybe I was wasting too much time right now...

I eventually got back home and I thought a lot about what Rick had to say.

"And you shouldn't hide your body like that, Mrs June."

And seeing as how it would mean a lot for support if I didn't hide my body so much well...maybe I would wear something a little less conservative when I saw him next? Which was in maybe two days from now.

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Two days later:

Oh god, I hated those stares.

So, here I was back at my son's high school for the football team's fundraiser. I showed up right on time, with some of my home baked cookies to help the school sell for some extra money to fund the team. Of course, the stares going my way weren't for those chocolate chip cookies of mine...no.

They were because of my outfit.

Don't get me wrong, it wasn't anything wild! Just a black blouse, white skirt and some three inch heels. It was just as you can imagine, with a chest like mine that the blouse looked pretty...tight. It was impossible to get one that fitted properly with my body so I needed to undo two or three buttons in order to breathe. That being said, there was a bit of cleavage - enough for my necklace and the cross on it to dive right between those two mounds.

So there I saw Rick, preparing a few things for the fundraiser and I couldn't help but say hi.

I poked him on his broad shoulders and said with a smile on my face "Hey Rick! It's great to see my favorite quarterback."

 

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I'm talking to a couple of my buddies on the team while I pretend to set up for the fundraiser when I see you walk in with a tight black blouse stretched over your huge tits and plenty of cleavage exposed. I wonder.... I just wonder whether she's dressed like that for me. Because of what I said.

The other guys are staring at you too, not even pretending to hide that they're gawking at you. "Holy shit," says Deion, the black linebacker who has been talking about motorboating you since our sophomore year. Ben hates that. "Check out the jugs tonight. They're finally being taken out for a walk. Have mercy." I laugh and respond by saying, "Hell yeah, brother. You know, I think it's because of something I said to her about dressing slutty for me. I can't believe that shit worked! Hey... watch this."

You walk up and poke me and say "Hey Rick! It's great to see my favorite quarterback." I enjoy that you are initiating physical contact this time, even if it's just a poke. I respond by saying "Heyyyyy, well it's great to see my number one fan. Now Mrs J, I thought we established that a number one fan's job included hugs every time she sees me!" I confidently take you in my arms just like I had after the game, with my arm possessively around your waist like you're my high school girlfriend, tits squashed against my muscular chest and my hand on your ass. I say, "Deion, Jason - you know Ben's mom, Mrs June, right. She's a huge supporter. She does wonders for my confidence, did you know that Mrs June. Knowing that you're out there supporting me, dressing with me in mind, trying to be supportive." As I am speaking the coach interrupts us to call us over for some organizing. The others leave but I ignore him and have you alone in my arms.

I continue by saying, "You know, Mrs June, it's easy to talk to you. I know we haven't talked to each other that much but I really feel do close to you already. Just knowing you're so supportive means so much to me. It gives me a lot of confidence. I'm not that close to my own mom." That's a lie, I'm very close to my parents who have done everything they can to help me get into the NFL and permit to behave like I'm already an NFL stud no matter if that means I'm behaving terribly. "But I already feel that your support helps me in the ways my folks haven't. I hope you don't mind me opening up like this. But it's not easy being the star QB... with the whole town's expectations on my shoulders... not having anyone really loving me for who I am, just supporting 'Rick the Superstar QB'. So you showing up dressing up for me and knowing that you want me to feel confident because of you means so much."

I pause and then finally play the card I've been setting up. "So you know, Mrs June, I'd really feel a lot better about myself if I knew you'd undone a couple extra buttons for me. I mean, I know you must be self conscious. But that's why it'd mean so much to know that you'd make that sacrifice for me. It'd make me feel like such a superstar. The next game would definitely be dedicated to you. And I'm sure we'd win. I need your help"

 

[AnnieD]

"Heyyyyy, well it's great to see my number one fan. Now Mrs J, I thought we established that a number one fan's job included hugs every time she sees me!"

"Oh my gosh, of course!" I replied, moving into his hug and squeezing him tight again. Once again, this meant having my huge breasts pressed again his chest. But unlike last time, this meant that I felt my blouse's fabric at its very limits. Thankfully, nothing popped or ripped! I was so relieved over this fact that I didn't even notice his hand, once again on a round cheek.

"Deion, Jason - you know Ben's mom, Mrs June, right. She's a huge supporter. She does wonders for my confidence, did you know that Mrs June. Knowing that you're out there supporting me, dressing with me in mind, trying to be supportive."

"Oh hi Deion! Hi Jason! How are you two?" I replied, looking at his two teammates with a smile as Rick held me by the hips. "That's right and I'll be as supportive as I can!"


Soon enough, the coach called them out back. Well, at least I think it was just them because Rick stayed here with me.

"You know, Mrs June, it's easy to talk to you. I know we haven't talked to each other that much but I really feel do close to you already. Just knowing you're so supportive means so much to me. It gives me a lot of confidence. I'm not that close to my own mom." he said a bit dishearteningly. You know, I felt so horrible since I always assumed that both his parents were supportive.

"Oh, honey." I said with a very sympathetic tone of voice. What else could I say to something like that? So, I hugged him even tighter for support.

"But I already feel that your support helps me in the ways my folks haven't. I hope you don't mind me opening up like this. But it's not easy being the star QB... with the whole town's expectations on my shoulders... not having anyone really loving me for who I am, just supporting 'Rick the Superstar QB'. So you showing up dressing up for me and knowing that you want me to feel confident because of you means so much."

And then with a pause, as if he was fighting off tears, he continued:

"So you know, Mrs June, I'd really feel a lot better about myself if I knew you'd undone a couple extra buttons for me. I mean, I know you must be self conscious. But that's why it'd mean so much to know that you'd make that sacrifice for me. It'd make me feel like such a superstar. The next game would definitely be dedicated to you. And I'm sure we'd win. I need your help"

I was a sweetheart and while I really was self conscious, I felt that I needed to cheer him up. "Oh, of course Rick." I said with another hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. I was a bit slow in doing this, because as much as I liked Rick I really couldn't stand showing skin. But there my fingers went and I undone another two buttons, showing more and more of cleavage formed by those two heavy breasts of mine.

"How's that Rick?" I asked with a smile. "Thank you for dedicating that game to me, that's really sweet!"

 

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As you quickly comply with my request, buying my ruse without a moment's doubt, I resist the urge to laugh. This is like shooting fish in a barrel.

I try not to stare at your boobs now that they are almost bursting out of the blouse, with some of the top of your bra showing.

I simply try to look you in the eyes and say, "Oh, Mrs June... You're the best. You really shouldn't hide your body, you know. You look great, you obviously work out. That's why it's so good for my confidence to know that the hottest mom in school is looking as hot as she can and cheering just for me. You should show off your booty more too. It'd really mean a lot to me."

"It also means a lot the way that you're so comfortable with us touching each other like this." I nod down at your boobs squished against me and my hand on your ass. "You may think that just because all the girls my age seem to want to be with the star QB that it's easy for me to feel good about myself. It's not. I'm just like any other teenage guy and having you pay attention to me physically like this is really helping with my confidence and I'm sure if you really focus on that we'll win the State Championship. Can you do that for me?"

As other people start to arrive at the fundraiser, our time alone is limited so I say, "I'd love to spend some more time getting to know my number one fan. You should invite me round for dinner. My parents get take out so often." Another lie, my mom is a great cook. "Ben has invited me around for a sleepover and it sounds like a great idea, especially now I know that you'll be so supportive and try to look hot for me. We've got the big game against the Lions on Saturday and I'm sure I'll see you there, but maybe next week some time?"

 

[AnnieD]

"Oh, Mrs June... You're the best. You really shouldn't hide your body, you know. You look great, you obviously work out. That's why it's so good for my confidence to know that the hottest mom in school is looking as hot as she can and cheering just for me. You should show off your booty more too. It'd really mean a lot to me."

I nearly blush from his comments - it was nice to have someone tell me that I shouldn't hide my body (well besides the occasional creepy comments I'd get). Somehow, these compliments coming from the star athlete felt better than my own husband (who, by the way, didn't care to give too many compliments like this).

"You can count on me to cheer just for you." I said with a chuckle with a slight hint of red on my face.

"It also means a lot the way that you're so comfortable with us touching each other like this." he added, pointing to the fact that we were so close that he could probably smell my peach perfume. I took notice from the way we were glued to one another and I almost felt the need to pull away. But...

"You may think that just because all the girls my age seem to want to be with the star QB that it's easy for me to feel good about myself. It's not. I'm just like any other teenage guy and having you pay attention to me physically like this is really helping with my confidence and I'm sure if you really focus on that we'll win the State Championship. Can you do that for me?"

How could I pull away?

Instead, I let the feeling sink in. The feeling being this nice warmness of having my body pressed against his and the feeling of supporting the biggest pride this small town had. So, in the end I simply smiled warmly and pushed some long strands of brown hair out of my face and added "Of course I can do that for you! The game is decided to me right?"

Then, of course I wondered about the sleepover that he brought up. Granted, I didn't have much time to think about it because he had to go with his team. But...if Ben wanted him around, there was no harm in it, right? The point was that there was a game coming up and I needed a way to boost our star's confidence.

But how?

...

So, you know how there are plenty of websites out there where you can order custom T-Shirts and tank tops? Well, the idea came to me while I was home alone (my husband works late nights on the weekend and Ben was out) and I was browsing the internet. I have Rick as a friend on Facebook, so once I saw an ad for those custom T-Shirts and saw that you can use custom pictures well...I put two and two together and customized my own.

It was this neat little tank top with a picture of Rick on the middle. I even added a message to it that said "Kelly is Rick's biggest fan". I was so proud of my handiwork that I didn't notice one crucial detail...

I ordered a small.


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At the game, there I was - nearly at the same spot. I decided to wear clothes that were a little less "mom-like" in nature; that is, a pair of three inch heels, tight white shorts and of course, that top that I ordered online that arrived right before the game. It was difficult hiding it from my son but hey, I needed to support our MVP!

The funny thing is I wondered if he'd be even able to recognize that it was a picture of him. Like I said, the size was pretty small and with my breasts well...it stretched out the picture that you wouldn't believe. I even had to wear a bra that was a little less thick, otherwise the tank top wouldn't have fit, period.

The game itself was a delight and I found myself jumping in joy when I saw Rick do yet another winning touchdown - only this time, the jumping was a little less comfortable seeing how this bra was a bit thinner, which meant more unnecessary bouncing...

When the game was over, I went over to Rick in a similar fashion as last time. Only this time, I was sure to hug him almost immediately to say "Great job! You have no idea how exciting this game was!"

 

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I keep an eye out for you at the game, curious to see what you'll wear in response to my requests. I've told quite a few of the guys about what I'm up to and they're into it, even placing bets about what you'll be wearing and what you'll do. So there are quite a few pairs of eyes scanning out for you in the crowd.

When you arrive, I involuntarily gasp a little. Wow! You've actually done it. You're wearing a top so small it looks like you're tits are going to escape with every breath. And for once you're not wearing a straitjacket for a bra. I can barely focus on the playcalling for a few minutes while I check you out and it takes me that time to even notice the tight shorts and the heels. Of course, the guys on the team love it and there are a few of them pointing at you and high fiving. It's only at that point that I notice that there is a topless pic of me on the top. "Did she get that off my facebook??" I ask Deion. "That's amazing dude," he responds. "You're the master." I laugh and say, "Well I am going to get her to come to Jamie's party tonight. This will be awesome." We high five and I connect to him for a touchdown on the next play, putting the game beyond reach.

After the touchdown, I take the time to dedicate the touchdown to you, pointing to you and even going so far as to theatrically blow you a kiss in the stands, like I would a slutty cheerleader, which is pretty much how you're dressed now. I watch with pleasure as your husband's face darkens and his expression gets even more sinister at the sight of you jumping up and down in glee, tits and ass going everywhere. Pretty much every male eye in the stands is on you at this point, even the refs are missing calls checking you out. I love it.

After the game, you run in tightly for your now customary hug. I don't let you go and press you against me like usual, hand on your ass, tits pressed against me.

"Great job! You have no idea how exciting this game was!"

I smile at you and say "That one was for you, Mrs June. You're doing a great job as my number one fan... All your support is what gave me the confidence to blow them out so massively. So that's why the win is dedicated to you." I let my hand slide lower onto your ass and cup it more assertively than I have before. When I detect your alarm, I speak in a calming voice and say "Don't worry, this is just what we were talking about at the fundraiser - the star QB likes lots of physical attention and contact from his number one fan. It's good for my confidence and is some just harmless fun. And I deserve it after that win.... Don't I?" I give your ass another squeeze and press your tits more firmly against me.

"The outfit is... amazing. Did you have that shirt made? I love it. It's so great to finally see that beautiful chest of yours being displayed like it deserves. Do you know how good it makes me feel to know my superfan has the best boobs here? I love it. Let me get a look at that photo..." I use my hands to press your boobs together a little bit to get a better idea of how the photo looks given that it's been stretched out. "These really feel great Mrs J. Your husband is sure a lucky man."

I look over at him wondering if he can hear. He can clearly see me pawing at you while you wear a photo of me on your giant boobs and he looks like he's about to either yell or cry. Ben is sitting on the bench almost in tears but I know he won't say anything. He needs me too much to be accepted by the others; its too important to him.

I finish by saying, "Say, Mrs J, there's a party at Jamie Ezell's house in about an hour. Everyone's going but I can't find a date." That is ridiculous, as every girl in the school would have fallen over herself to come with me. And to say that "everyone" is going is a lie - it's obviously a party for high school kids, not parents. "Would you come with me, I'd love to have by biggest fan there with me. Just as friends of course! It's a pool party so you'll have to bring a bikini. And no mom swimsuits to embarrass me with, okay. If you're going to be my date you have to be dressed hot. My date should be the hottest girl there. Your daughter Stacey has some hot bikinis, I've noticed. Wear one of those."

I've noticed Stacey at pool parties wearing tiny thong bikinis. She's pretty hot but her slim frame, tight ass and B cup tits means that her bikinis would never cover anything on you.

"See you there in an hour!"

 

[AnnieD]

"That one was for you, Mrs June. You're doing a great job as my number one fan... All your support is what gave me the confidence to blow them out so massively. So that's why the win is dedicated to you." he said as I held him tight. His hand sliding lower and lower, as usual - although his hand cupped a plump cheek even harder than before. I gasped, feeling his fingers really grip at my tight shorts, and especially when he practically whispered : "Don't worry, this is just what we were talking about at the fundraiser - the star QB likes lots of physical attention and contact from his number one fan. It's good for my confidence and is some just harmless fun. And I deserve it after that win.... Don't I?"

"Well...uh..." I answered a bit timidly, wondering if my husband could see this from where he was standing. I didn't say anything as Rick gave the cheek another squeeze, his fingers really digging in on the light material of my shorts and pulled me in closer. "Well...you do deserve it." I finally added with a smile, shying away from the eye contact he gave me. I was a bit intimidated, having the player that I was being a fan-girl about, look at me like that.

My heart raced a little as I watched him lean back a little to get a look of my shirt. His expression was, as you can guess, priceless.

"The outfit is... amazing. Did you have that shirt made? I love it. It's so great to finally see that beautiful chest of yours being displayed like it deserves. Do you know how good it makes me feel to know my superfan has the best boobs here? I love it. Let me get a look at that photo..."

And then, I nearly jumped in panic as Rick's hands went to the sides of my breasts. I didn't dare look towards my husband, who was already a bit jealous of how much I talked about Rick. Instead, I focused on his large hands...barely even able to cup the sides of my breasts! I was a bit amazed to see and feel his hands, the hands of someone other than my husband (who, by the way, I barely ever let touch my chest. That sort of stuff always felt so dirty to me) touch my body like this! But anyway, my mouth was a bit agape as I watched Rick press on them together, making that picture of his so much clearer - and, of course, causing my breasts to really stick out more; almost ballooning in size as he squished them together. Honestly, I thought my shirt was going to rip right then!

"These really feel great Mrs J. Your husband is sure a lucky man."

"T-Thank you, Ricky." I said with a slight blush on my face and a warm smile. Honestly, I was a bit disappointed when he stopped because I found his touch a bit thrilling. Of course, that was something that I wouldn't ever say, heaven forbid. But God, what was going on with me? Did I really just say Ricky like that? Well, hopefully he hadn't noticed that slip of tongue. I'd just focus on whatever he'd bring up next and make sure he didn't notice how I was blushing...

"Say, Mrs J, there's a party at Jamie Ezell's house in about an hour. Everyone's going but I can't find a date. Would you come with me, I'd love to have by biggest fan there with me. Just as friends of course! It's a pool party so you'll have to bring a bikini. And no mom swimsuits to embarrass me with, okay. If you're going to be my date you have to be dressed hot. My date should be the hottest girl there. Your daughter Stacey has some hot bikinis, I've noticed. Wear one of those."

"Well I..." I began to say, a bit shocked over the idea of being his date...even if as friends. I made sure to not be so loud as so my husband can hear me say this but "I'd love to be your date for this party. Everyone is going huh?...Alright, I'll try to find a bikini."


"See you there in an hour!"

...

My husband wasn't pleased over what just had happened, but I was able to calm him down a bit by telling him how rough poor Rick was having it at home and how the way that he was behaving was probably just the pressure getting to him; the games, the fame and the fact that his parents were practically abusive. Of course, it helped talking about how much good he did for our son. Either way, he soon got busy with work and I was able to sneak out...as if I was a teenager or something!

But as you know, I was supposed to have a bikini for this party and the fact remained that I didn't have a bikini. I didn't even think of going to Stacey's room because of all that commotion. Not to mention that my daughter doesn't exactly have the same body as me. I almost shuddered at the thought of having her bikini on; I would practically be naked!

I needed a swimsuit, so I did the next best thing; I went over to the swimsuit shop and I tried on clothes for about half an hour. It's funny how I was trying to find something that Rick would be excited to see, seeing his reaction as I wore less "mom" kind of clothes. But, I was pressed for time and once I found something that remotely fit, I was done. I went over to Jamie's house and thankfully, his sister was home.

And honestly? She seemed a bit surprised to see me.

"Hey, I'm here for the party. Do you mind if I change in the washroom?" I asked and once that look of surprise on her face went away, she was really nice. We chatted for a bit and then she led me to her washroom.

...

"Oh my gosh..." I muttered to myself, taking a good look in the mirror.

Basically, I noticed just how different I look than just a few days ago. Here I was, my long brown hair curled up ever so slightly, wearing hoop earrings and this two piece bathing suit with heels on. I slowly folded my clothes and placed them in my purse. I wondered about who would be showing up and whether my husband was invited as well. I couldn't imagine his own reaction, seeing me like this.

This bikini top, as you could imagine, barely did anything except cover my breasts and hold them in place (and that was being awfully generous). The thing is at the shop, they were barely equipped to handle so much as a DD cup bust. So, this bikini top basically gave out a lot of side boob and underboob. I adjusted it, or at least as much as I could, to make myself more comfortable and show a bit less of spillage.

The bikini bottom was modest, although the material kept sinking between my round butt cheeks, forming a V that exposes quite a bit of skin. With a sigh, I opened the door and headed out to see Rick...who was thankfully right outside the backyard.

Nervously, I approached him (my breasts bouncing along the way) and said: "What do you think?"

 

[Indiscretion]

I am wearing just some swimming shorts with my impressively muscled torso bare when you emerge. The party is already starting to go off, with music being played loudly, kids playing in the pool, a lot of alcohol being drunk and the smell of marijuana hanging in the air as a few groups of kids are passing joints around. I know that other drugs are going down around the party as well. I doubt you've ever been to a party like this, even when you were at high school - or even college.

I am with a few of my buddies drinking and joking around when I see you approach me, giant tits barely covered by the white bikini. I elbow Deion in the ribs and say "Well, would you check that out." More loudly, I say "Mrs June, over here." As you approach, I say to the others, "Mrs June is my date tonight and I'm pretty sure that my date has the best tits at the party... where's my hug? You know it's your job to keep my stimulated especially after the big win."

I gather you up as usual, your tits pressed against my muscular chest. There is so much side boob and underboob exposed that it feels like your bare flesh is being pressed against my warm, hard body. My hand immediately takes its usual place on your ass, cupping it again. I say, "Somebody get my date a drink, okay? Shots!" Before you know it, a kid from the school returns with large tequila shots. I wonder when the last time you drank seriously. I hand you a shot with some salt and a slice of lemon. As the small group lines up the first shot I say, "To Mrs June - my number one fan and the girl with the hottest body at the party." As soon as it goes down, I press another into your hand.

Most of the kids at the party have noticed you enter wearing your ridiculously undersized bikini top and can't stop glancing your way, distracted not just by your body but just by your mere presence. It is beyond weird that you are here - you're the only parent, the only person over 19 years old, really - and you're standing pressed against me with my hand on your ass like you're some slut trying to sleep with me. Your son, Ben, is in a corner drinking with a couple of the nerdier kids and he looks hurt and confused with tears in his eyes, but, again, he doesn't say anything as he knows I got him invited to the party and can get him uninvited just as quickly.

After the second shot goes down, I press a third into your hand and and holding your hand tip it down your mouth. You notice that nearby another group of kids are surrounding a busty teenage girl - although nothing in your category of busty - and they are taking turns diving into her cleavage to remove a shot glass with their mouths and take a shot that way. "What a great idea!" I announce to the group, "We should put Mrs June's amazing boobs to good use!"

I indicate you should press your boobs together while I fill a shotglass and place it between your cleavage. Then I take your hips in my hands and bury my face in your tits, taking my time in finding the glass with my mouth and removing it to do the shot. There is a lot of cheering as I do this. By the time I'm done, your tits feel slippery with a combination of tequila and my saliva. It feels as if I spent some time sucking and licking...

I laugh and look down at you with both hands at the small of your back and say, "You're doing a great job so far at being supportive, Mrs June. I really appreciate it." I let my hands slide down until they are feeling your ass again and then I say "But you know that bikini bottom really isn't revealing enough. It's almost as if you didn't care about me. Why would you want to make me feel that way?" I have a hurt look in my eye as the rest of the group looks on expectantly.

 

[AnnieD]

"Mrs June is my date tonight and I'm pretty sure that my date has the best tits at the party... where's my hug? You know it's your job to keep my stimulated especially after the big win."

"Oh, it's my job?" I asked with a sly smile on my face. "Okay, here comes another hug for my champ!"

I come in close to him and as usual, press my chest against his. Only this time, it felt a bit more...thrilling; mainly because I could feel his bare chest against the generous under-boob and side-boob coming from my massive chest. I try to not pull away, almost instinctively from the sensation - but I stay in place, even when his hand went to my booty and took its time cupping a round cheek. I stay there, almost obediently because hey, if it helped him win a few more games, what was the harm in it?

"Somebody get my date a drink, okay? Shots!"

I was still getting used the notion that I was his date. I mean, I thought that we were here as friends (and we were!) but having this star attractive athlete tell everyone that I was his date...it had a bit of a ring to it, you know? But anyway, so this kid shows with him large tequila shots and I was a bit nervous to see them because honest to God, I haven't drank much in a long time. Maybe a few years ago, when I was really into wine. But despite my worries, I took the shot with a neat slice of lemon on it. Rick then, with a smile on his face, made a toast:

"To Mrs June - my number one fan and the girl with the hottest body at the party." he said, and we all took our shot while I blushed. It was pretty fruity but also has this distinct burning sensation to accompany its way down my throat. God, this stuff was strong - strong enough to make me doubt myself when the star quarterback pressed another in my hand!

I began to wonder where everyone else was. To me, as I quickly looked around the party and ignoring those glances I was getting, I didn't really see any other real adults at the party. In fact, the more and more I looked, the more I realized that most (if not all) the people at this party were around Rick's age. This thought came with the realization that maybe my son was here. God, I hoped not. I would hate for him to see me support his friend like this! I took my second shot, trying to desperately escape that nightmare of a scenario.

"Mmm" was a noise I made, when Rick pressed a third drink into my hand and held onto my hand to tip it down my mouth. It was at this moment that I noticed a group of students were surrounding a girl with a bit of a busty chest (although her chest really did pale in comparison to mine), and they were taking turns diving into her cleavage and taking shots from there. I blushed at the idea of having someone do that to me and I was shocked to see that Rick was looking their way too.

"What a great idea!" he announced, as if I came up with this idea "We should put Mrs June's amazing boobs to good use!"

Oh no.

Rick somehow convinced me to press my breasts together; once again, making them balloon in size as I squished both of my massive 34M cup breasts together. My heart was racing like crazy when I felt the shot-glass placed between my cleavage and I didn't dare look at the crowd. A soft gasp escaped my lips when he pulled me in by the hips. And then...cheers as his face went to my cleavage, his mouth running all over the surface.

I bit my lip, feeling his hot breath all over my breasts. I felt some of the shot-glass spill onto my busty chest and go all over my skin and even on a bit of the material from my bikini top. I say that I bit my bottom lip, mainly because of how I nearly squealed at the sensation. No one, and I mean no one, had ever done something like this to me before! When we were done, he laughed and with his hands on my back said:

"You're doing a great job so far at being supportive, Mrs June. I really appreciate it."

"T-Thank you." I said, a bit still worked up about that. "I hope you liked that." I added with a bit of a laugh - a laugh that subsided when I felt his hand go to my ass again.

"But you know that bikini bottom really isn't revealing enough. It's almost as if you didn't care about me. Why would you want to make me feel that way?"

I was a bit taken aback from his reaction because I really didn't mean to hurt him in a way. I needed to come up with something quick, otherwise I would have felt like garbage. So, with everyone looking at me so expectantly, I responded:

"Oh, well it was just that I was thinking..." I said, second guessing the words that were coming out of my mouth. "Maybe you could adjust my bikini bottom a little? To a way that you like it?"

 

[Indiscretion]

I don't have to be asked twice. "Great idea, Mrs June," I say. I unwrap my arm from around your waist and turn your round til you're juicy plump ass is facing towards me. I then gently maneuver your body so that you're bent at the waist, with both hands on a counter. I get down on my knees behind you and run my hands up the back of your thighs, separating your legs til you're leaning on the counter with your legs apart. The group of kids around us is watching intently, amazed at the control I have over you.

I say, "Thanks for being so supportive, Mrs J. I really appreciate it." I take my time with your bikini, cupping your ass experimentally a few times and kneading it. "You really do have a great ass, you know. You were wrong trying to hide it like this. It's almost as if you don't mean it when you want to support me and show everyone how much you support me."

I slide my hand inside the bikini bottoms and cup your firm, bubble butt against the skin and continue: "See, this should be released from the cage. Otherwise people would think you don't care about impressing and pleasing and supporting me, and we can't have that." I take one half of the bikini bottom between my finger at the hemline and pull it all the way up til it sits in your ass crack like a thong. I then repeat the process with the other side. I give your ass an experimental squeeze. "Much better. Deion, get over here and try it out, let me know if you agree."

Deion immediately gets down on his knees beside me and gives your ass a firm squeeze with his muscular black hand. "Yep, much better Rick. I can't believe she almost got away with that."

I give your ass a firm slap and say "Yeah, it won't happen again, will it Mrs June?"

As I go through this process and you don't protest, I realize that either you're totally naive and innocent and would never believe a kid could be as manipulative and perverted as I am. Or you just want me. I suspect it's a combination of the two. Either way, I realize that what has just been a game - me getting a kick out of feeling you up at games and in front of other people and convincing you to dress slutty - is something I want to go further. I start realizing how aroused I am by the idea of totally controlling you. Taking you away from your family and turning you into some kind of big tittied MILF sex slave. My cock is rock hard as I go through these thoughts.

As a final touch to the bikini bottom, I take the waist line and pull it half way down your ass so that it's revealing the top half of your ass including much of the crack. "There," I say admiring my work, "you're good to go. That's much better, isn't it Mrs J? Isn't it guys?" I give your ass a crisp slap indicating I'm finished and there is some cheering from the growing crowd around us.

People look to me to see what's next. "Beer pong," I say. "Set it up guys. But we're playing with a twist this time. This time, every time I lose a shot, Mrs June is the one who has to drink. She's gonna be my champion as we can't have me drinking that much in the middle of season, right? And she'll have to do a dare as well."

As I'm speaking Deion is pressing a couple more tequila shots into your hands, and I guide each of them to your mouth, helping you finish them before a couple more are poured and given to you. The beer pong is being set up in the mean time.

You're really surprised by how bad I seem to be at beer pong. It seems like every shot, I miss and my opponent, a cornerback with evil eyes named Ryan, hits one of our cups. "I'm sorry Mrs June," I keep on saying "I seem to be off today. Guess you better have another drink." Time and again, you find yourself drinking. I'm impressed - that amount would even make a young, big guy like me unsteady to say the least.

And then after the first round is lost you are down three dares. You don't understand the rules of this game - you would have thought that the winner would pick the dares - but apparently I do. So I say, "OK, Mrs June. That didn't go well at all. But it's okay I'll make the dares easy as I don't want you to have to embarrass yourself, being a mom and a married woman and all." There is some snickering from the crowd as I say this. I continue: "Ok, first dare is that from now on you don't get to call your breasts by that name. And neither do I. Both of us will only refer to them as your "huge titties" from now on. And did I mention that those huge titties look great in that bikini and feel amazing when they're pressed up against me and you're supporting me. So get in here." I grab you in mycustomary, possessive position, you're almost bare boobs pressed against my naked muscular chest and my hand on your now almost bare ass. "Do those huge titties feel nice pressed up against me Mrs June?"

"OK, second dare. This one's just a little joke. You have to tell anyone who asks that you're my girlfriend. Yeah, yeah - I know that you're married and you're just here as a friend, and my fan. But a dare's gotta be fun and a little embarrassing right! It'll be fun. So tell them that you're my girlfriend and you wanna do all you can to look sexy for me."

"Third dare. I want you to dance. If you're really gonna be supportive, help my confidence and help us win the title, I want to see my girlfriend shake those huge titties of hers and shake that juicy ass."

"So go get a round of drinks for everyone, only call your tits your huge titties, tell everyone your'e my girlfriend and you wanna get sexy for me and then get your ass back here and dance for me. Quickly, you don't want to embarrass me by making me welch on the bet do you? I mean, a bet is a bet and a captain has to have the team's respect."

 

[AnnieD]

"Great idea, Mrs June,"

And just like that, I found myself being turned around by Rick's strong hands, bending over and holding onto a counter. I closed my eyes for a second, trying to mentally prepare myself for whatever it was that was going to come. I inhaled deeply, when I felt his hand run on the back of my thighs, separating my legs until my legs were apart. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought that his face was behind me, staring at my round ass.

"Thanks for being so supportive, Mrs J. I really appreciate it." he said, cupping my ass. Sure, that wasn't new but the way that he was now squeezing a cheek freely sure was. My heart was racing, embarrassed at the feeling of having people watch this happen but I swore to support my favorite MVP so... "You really do have a great ass, you know. You were wrong trying to hide it like this. It's almost as if you don't mean it when you want to support me and show everyone how much you support me."

"I- I do mean it though!" I said, with a lighthearted chuckle as I tried to get comfortable. It was easier said than down, feeling Rick's rough hand slide inside my bikini bottoms and feeling one bare cheek! "See, this should be released from the cage. Otherwise people would think you don't care about impressing and pleasing and supporting me, and we can't have that." he said confidently, as I thought of the word 'pleasing'. It sounded so dirty, but in a strange way I like the ring to it.

"A-Ah!" I gasped, feeling him play with the material until it started to accumulate between both plump cheeks. The sensation was odd, but nice. Again, it was a sort of twisted, dirty feeling that I never really experienced before but having Rick do this - it was thrilling, to say the least. I bit my lip when both he and his friend took turns squeezing my ass, as if I was some sort of object.

...

"Much better. Deion, get over here and try it out, let me know if you agree."

"Yep, much better Rick. I can't believe she almost got away with that."

then...

*SLAP*​

"Yeah, it won't happen again, will it Mrs June?"

"N-No sir!" I replied almost submissively, as I began to wonder why he was being so much more assertive today. Was it because his friends were here? As you know, Rick was much more sweet for these past few days, so I shook it off as his friends having a bad influence on it. It was probably Deion - why else would Rick call him in like that?

Of course, he didn't end it there. "What are you doing - " I asked but stopped talking as I felt the waist line of my bottoms decend, exposing a bit more of my ass, enough for there to be some form as cleavage between the cheeks.

"There, you're good to go. That's much better, isn't it Mrs J? Isn't it guys?"

** SLAP **​

...

Then came the beer pong.

I didn't know what was going on half the time. To tell you the truth, being raised as a good Catholic girl, I never really exposed myself to this sort of lewd games. All I know is that Deion, most likely Rick's bad influence, kept bringing me drinks to chug down because Rick was losing at the game. I was surprised over how bad he was doing. I know, that sounds awful but I realize that just because you're good at football, it doesn't mean that you'll be good at every sport you play. But anyway, the point is that I must have taken down a few drinks from all of this and some wagers were made on my behalf.

"OK, Mrs June. That didn't go well at all. But it's okay I'll make the dares easy as I don't want you to have to embarrass yourself, being a mom and a married woman and all."

The crowd chuckled at the comment. As for myself? Well, I didn't really care - the alcohol was giving a bit of brain fog and for a moment, I almost forgot that my family even existed. I laughed at the thought and listened to the wagers:

"Ok, first dare is that from now on you don't get to call your breasts by that name. And neither do I. Both of us will only refer to them as your "huge titties" from now on. And did I mention that those huge titties look great in that bikini and feel amazing when they're pressed up against me and you're supporting me. So get in here."

Oh my god, that was so dirty! But a wager was a wager, so I needed to accept that. I obediently went to Rick and gave him that hug again, squeezing my breasts - my huge titties - on his chest. I shuddered at the thought of having to call my breasts that, but this shudder wasn't really of disgust - it was a mixture of shame and pleasure. I know, it's sick because Rick didn't mean it like that, but it's really what I felt.

"Do those huge titties feel nice pressed up against me Mrs June?"

"Yes Rick." I said, almost closing my eyes at the thought of having to go through with this. "I love pressing my huge titties against you."

"OK, second dare. This one's just a little joke. You have to tell anyone who asks that you're my girlfriend. Yeah, yeah - I know that you're married and you're just here as a friend, and my fan. But a dare's gotta be fun and a little embarrassing right! It'll be fun. So tell them that you're my girlfriend and you wanna do all you can to look sexy for me."

"But -" I said, thinking about how people might take this the wrong way, especially if they weren't in on this. My hesitation got pushed aside as I realized that I needed to follow through with this, otherwise Rick would have a bad reputation and it might affect his performance. That, and I felt all giddy inside from having to say that.

"Okay, I will Rick." I replied obediently, once again. "I'll be your girlfriend!"

"Third dare. I want you to dance. If you're really gonna be supportive, help my confidence and help us win the title, I want to see my girlfriend shake those huge titties of hers and shake that juicy ass."

This one was probably the most intimidating for me. You know that I never really danced before? Having to shake my body like that, it made me almost want to say no. Almost. The fact of the matter was that I got myself into this and I needed to follow through with these wagers.

"So go get a round of drinks for everyone, only call your tits your huge titties, tell everyone your'e my girlfriend and you wanna get sexy for me and then get your ass back here and dance for me. Quickly, you don't want to embarrass me by making me welch on the bet do you? I mean, a bet is a bet and a captain has to have the team's respect."

"Of course not, Ricky." I say, almost too affectionately. "I'll do that and I'll be back for that dance, okay?"

...

Going around, handing drinks to everyone was a real new experience for me. The stares that I was getting, from both guys and girls alike, really made me want to hide my face. They were looking at me as if I was some sexy playboy bunny or something - I could feel the stares on my chest, watching as those massive breasts of mine bounce and jiggled with every step I took. I could feel those stares on my nearly bare ass, wiggling as I walked. It was almost too much, especially even the sway my hips made, given that I was having trouble holding these drinks on a plate.

"So, are you and Rick going out?"
"Yes." I would respond "I'm his girlfriend, you know."

Jesus, I really hoped these people were in on it. Otherwise, there would be a lot of confusion going on around town. I was nearly done with this wager and I thought about how I would dance.. Especially after I passed these drinks around, when I saw Rick look at me almost expectantly.

So I tried to do as those random music videos showed, on those days where I'd be flipping through television. I bent my knees and began rocking my body to the music playing the background - pushing my ass out and wiggling my hips, pointing towards Rick. I think they called this twerking, right? It felt so weird, feeling my cheeks bounce with my movements and jiggle, as if I was putting myself on display for someone's sexual enjoyment.

 

[Indiscretion]

When you return, nearly naked, with your tits and bikini still wet from my saliva and the tequila I spilled on them, holding the drinks tray, I take a couple of the glasses of the tray and immediately tip them into your mouth, plying you with even more alcohol. "There, that's a reward for doing such as good job being my girlfriend and showing off the huge titties to the party. Did you enjoy that? I did, you're doing a much better job at pleasing me now. And that's your job. Did you know that each starter on the team has a girl from the pep squad assigned to him to make sure he is happy with help with his homework, baking him cookies and... You know... Other stuff. Well I've decided you're gonna be my pep girl now. " There is some cheering from the growing crowd around us. "So pleasing me and making me happy is your number on priority." Kyle, a tall, good looking wide receiver, cuts in and says "it's a huge honour, Mrs June, the other girls will be so jealous."

Then, a little more quietly so no one else can hear I say, "I'm sorry I had to be so hard on you before Mrs June. It's just that being my number one fan and my pep girl is a serious business. I mean there is so much pressure on me to bring home the State Championship that I need all the help and support I can get and if you want to be the person to give it to me, you need to perform. That bikini bottom was totally unacceptable, I don't know what you were thinking. But you're doing much better now. "

With that, you begin the third dare. I can't even believe that you know what twerking is, let alone that you do it so well. As you begin your performance the crowd around us grows quickly until basically the whole party is watching you gyrate in the tiny bikini top and makeshift thong. Even your son Ben is watching, with an open mouth and a look of dismay on his face. But still he says nothing. I want to get my cock out right there and start jerking off and making you suck it but I know it's too soon for that. So I decide to do the next best thing.

I say, loudly so everyone can hear, "I can't have my girlfriend and her huge titties dancing alone like that, can I. I confidently walk out on to the dance floor behind you, take your hips in my hands and begin to grind your twerking, juicy ass against my crotch. My big thick dick is clearly visible, totally hard in my swimming shorts and everyone can see it pressing against you as I grind your ass against it, pushing your back down so you are at ninety degrees presenting your ass to me to use for my own pleasure. "This is how the kids dance these days, Mrs June," I say "and you're really good at it, great job. See how hard you can make my cock with it. That's the point of this dance." There is cheering and catcalls. You can clearly feel my cock pressing against your ass and worming it's way between your cheeks.

Quietly, so only you can here I say, "It's so nice of you to let me use your body like this for my own gratification Mrs June. II could never do this with one of the girls my own age because they'd want me to be their boyfriend and I can't do that because I need to focus on football. You're married so you're safe - we can just make all this about motivation and football and being a fan girl and I don't have to worry about you getting the wrong idea that it's about sex or that I want something more. That's why you're such as a great girlfriend for me, you can give me all this stimulation without it being sexual. Now see how hard you can make me with your ass and then rub those huge titties against me some more to see how hard that makes me as well.

 

[AnnieD]

"Mmmm" I groaned when Rick surprised me by taking the couple of glasses from the tray and force fed them to me, one after another - feeling that burning sensation go down my throat, tasting the strong alcohol content of each one. But somehow, the fact that I stood here submissively and made no objection, listening to him talk...it felt good.

"There, that's a reward for doing such as good job being my girlfriend and showing off the huge titties to the party. Did you enjoy that? I did, you're doing a much better job at pleasing me now. And that's your job. Did you know that each starter on the team has a girl from the pep squad assigned to him to make sure he is happy with help with his homework, baking him cookies and... You know... Other stuff. Well I've decided you're gonna be my pep girl now. "

I finally caught my breath from the successive drinks, nearly coughing. I was then surprised by the cheering from the group around us. Was it really that big of deal? I didn't even know that there was such as thing as a pep squad being assigned to the athletes. But was all of this really necessary? Was I supposed to please him, as a 'pep' girl?

"So pleasing me and making me happy is your number on priority." he added with a big grin on his face.

I didn't know what to say and I was quickly interrupted, right as I was about to speak

"it's a huge honour, Mrs June, the other girls will be so jealous."

Then, Rick came over to me and quietly said: "I'm sorry I had to be so hard on you before Mrs June. It's just that being my number one fan and my pep girl is a serious business. I mean there is so much pressure on me to bring home the State Championship that I need all the help and support I can get and if you want to be the person to give it to me, you need to perform. That bikini bottom was totally unacceptable, I don't know what you were thinking. But you're doing much better now. "

You'd think that I would be more skeptical, but honest to God, I trusted Rick as much as my own son. So, all this said and done, I grinned and gave Rick the biggest hug yet. "Rick, I'll be the best supporter you can imagine. Thank you!" I said with a big smile on my face "I won't disappoint you!"

...

"I can't have my girlfriend and her huge titties dancing alone like that, can I?"​

Rick interrupted my thoughts, as I closed my eyes and moved my hips and butt to the music. "Rick?" I asked, a bit unsure of what was about to happen and gasp when I felt him press his hips against my backside. What is more, is that I felt it. I felt a huge bulge press between my nearly bare cheeks. "Woah!" I cry out when he pushed on my back until I was bent over, in a ninety degree angle, pushing my butt against his crotch. My eyes and mouth were wide open, feeling Rick's...bulge, press against my ass like this.

"This is how the kids dance these days, Mrs June," he said, trying to comfort me "and you're really good at it, great job. See how hard you can make my cock with it. That's the point of this dance."

"O-Okay Ricky!" I replied as I began to push my ass more against it, feeling my cheeks almost sandwhich his bulge in between. God, did he really say 'cock'? Rick saying that? It seemed almost unfathomable to me.

"It's so nice of you to let me use your body like this for my own gratification Mrs June. I could never do this with one of the girls my own age because they'd want me to be their boyfriend and I can't do that because I need to focus on football. You're married so you're safe - we can just make all this about motivation and football and being a fan girl and I don't have to worry about you getting the wrong idea that it's about sex or that I want something more. That's why you're such as a great girlfriend for me, you can give me all this stimulation without it being sexual. Now see how hard you can make me with your ass and then rub those huge titties against me some more to see how hard that makes me as well.

...

Oh my god...

So here I was, rubbing my ass against Rick's...cock. I felt it poke in between my cheeks and I was grinding against it. I even started making circular motions with my butt, rubbing all around it and feeling it's hardness and stiffness, even through his swimming trunks, rub against my bare skin. It was such a disgusting, pervert display but with all the cheering and sensations...I loved it!

"Oh Rick!" I said a bit loudly, turning around and starting to rub my breast - my huge titties, against against him. Up and down, I moved my massive orbs against his chest, letting him feeling them through this way. Although I didn't realize it right at the time, my nipples were actually hardening from all this excitement. "This feels really good!"

 

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"It's meant to feel good", I say so only you can hear.. "Because it's about helping me and stimulating me not about sex, there's nothing wrong with us enjoying each other's bodies. I'm starting to think of you as the mom I never had to feel close to... And it's a mom job to make sure her boy is fully satisfied right? "

I love the feeling of your huge titties pressed against me and with one hand I knead them while the other gropes at your ass. "See that feels good and it's nothing to be ashamed of. But I know it's a lot to get used to so why don't we talk somewhere private. I know it's hard for us to really become close with so many people around."

With that I abruptly finish dancing with you and take your hand firmly in mind, leading you from the dance floor and up the stairs in the house to Mr and Mrs Ezell's bedroom. I notice the looks that Ben was giving me on the way up the stairs, so I lock the door. On the way up all of the girls in the party are cheering loudly and stamping their feet, assuming I'm about to fuck Ben's mom, the one with the huge titties.

The minute that we are alone, I am all sweetness and light. I pull you in for one of our close hugs, kneading your ass reassuringly and say "I know it's been a bit night for you, Kelly, and it's a lot to process. I just care about you and want to make sure you're ok." It's the first time I have ever called you by your first name that you can recall. II am about to guide you to sit on the edge of the bed when I see your bikini bottoms have slipped down a little. I say, "Oh wait, can't have that" and lean down gently to push the two halves of the back of the suit into your crack like a thong again and then pull the waistband down - further this time so the suit is almost coming off your ass and you can feel air between your pussy and the fabric of the crotch of the suit. "There, much better. Now sit down so we can talk."

I Sit next to you and wrap my arm around you, talking to you comfortingly.

"Kelly, I just wanted to say thank you for doing such an amazing job being my girlfriend and fan girl and pep girl, especially tonight. I appreciate it so much. You know what a hard time I'm having at home. And I know that a lot of the stuff we have to do to make sure that the team wins the championship must be hard for you. I can hear it when you enjoy the way I touch you or the things I say to you. I hope that doesn't make you feel bad or guilty as a married woman because the stuff we do, like you keeping me hard on the dance floor with your huge titties, really has nothing to do with sex you know. It's just about supporting me and helping the team. But it's okay for us to enjoy it. In fact, I like it when I know you're enjoying it because it makes me feel like such a confident stud, right, you know that? That's why I have you do these things. I just need you to trust me more and really put your heart into it. Without fear. For me, the team,. And for God."

I pause and look at your tits and say "For instance, I don't know why you insist on covering these up when we're together. After all I've done for the team, for the town, for you and for your family this year, I think it's really selfish of you to keep your huge titties clothed when I'm around. You have the nicest boobs in town so those are the ones I should be feeling and touching. It's obvious really but you don't seem to be willing to do that for me. It makes me so sad... Makes me wonder why I've sacrificed so much?. Don't you think I have a right to feel them and touch them whenever I want? "

II finish by saying" And you need to make Ben understand. He's going to come knocking on the door any minute now demanding that you take him home. Do you see why he doesn't start on the team? He isn't a team player. You need to explain that to him. You need to explain to him that you need to prioritise me this seasons. And that tomorrow night I'll be coming over for a sleepover so I can feel loved and motivated and supported and you can do all you can to please me all night. Do you understand? "

 

[AnnieD]

"It's meant to feel good" he said into my ear "Because it's about helping me and stimulating me not about sex, there's nothing wrong with us enjoying each other's bodies. I'm starting to think of you as the mom I never had to feel close to... And it's a mom job to make sure her boy is fully satisfied right? "

"Ooooh!" I moan next to his ear, feeling his hand squeeze as much of my breast as it could fit in his palm. I helped him, seeing as I pushed out my huge chest to him, struggling to come up with an answer to his question. After a few seconds of enjoying the feeling of being felt up my Rick, I added "U...Uhuh...It's my job."

"See that feels good and it's nothing to be ashamed of. But I know it's a lot to get used to so why don't we talk somewhere private. I know it's hard for us to really become close with so many people around."

And so, we held hands and ended our dance. I followed Rick, as he lead me away from the dance floor and up the stairs in the house. There was so much fog in my head right now that I couldn't think straight. Otherwise, I might have noticed how Ben was watching us go up the stairs and was close enough to hear the *CLICK* of this bedroom being locked.

There, I melted into one of our hugs, although almost instinctively pushed my ass into his hand, especially when I felt it squeeze a cheek. "I know it's been a bit night for you, Kelly, and it's a lot to process. I just care about you and want to make sure you're ok."

"Oh I...I'm okay Rick." I answered back with a smile, especially hearing him call me by my first name. That felt special to me, mainly because all I was known as to nearly everyone in town was Miss June. "I had a lot of fun, you know." I then added with an even bigger smile.

I looked down and saw that my bikini bottoms had slipped a little bit. I was about to fix them, well until Rick noticed and decided to do it himself:

"Oh wait, can't have that"

"Ooh" I moaned softly, feeling him push the two halves back between my ass cheeks. Somehow, it felt even more revealing - given how I could feel the air move right near my shaven pussy. It wasn't exposed or anything, but definitely was close.

"There, much better. Now sit down so we can talk."

"Okay Rick. What do you want to talk about?" I asked, curiously before sitting my butt on the bed.

"Kelly, I just wanted to say thank you for doing such an amazing job being my girlfriend and fan girl and pep girl, especially tonight. I appreciate it so much. You know what a hard time I'm having at home. And I know that a lot of the stuff we have to do to make sure that the team wins the championship must be hard for you. I can hear it when you enjoy the way I touch you or the things I say to you. I hope that doesn't make you feel bad or guilty as a married woman because the stuff we do, like you keeping me hard on the dance floor with your huge titties, really has nothing to do with sex you know. It's just about supporting me and helping the team. But it's okay for us to enjoy it. In fact, I like it when I know you're enjoying it because it makes me feel like such a confident stud, right, you know that? That's why I have you do these things. I just need you to trust me more and really put your heart into it. Without fear. For me, the team,. And for God."

"I'm so glad that you said that." I said with glee "Because it felt so good having you do those things tonight. I haven't ever felt these emotions and I can't wait to do something like this again!"

I then listened to him talk as he looked down at my massive chest, heaving up and down with every breath I took.

"For instance, I don't know why you insist on covering these up when we're together. After all I've done for the team, for the town, for you and for your family this year, I think it's really selfish of you to keep your huge titties clothed when I'm around. You have the nicest boobs in town so those are the ones I should be feeling and touching. It's obvious really but you don't seem to be willing to do that for me. It makes me so sad... Makes me wonder why I've sacrificed so much?. Don't you think I have a right to feel them and touch them whenever I want? "

"I..." I was about to answer but...

" And you need to make Ben understand. He's going to come knocking on the door any minute now demanding that you take him home. Do you see why he doesn't start on the team? He isn't a team player. You need to explain that to him. You need to explain to him that you need to prioritize me this seasons. And that tomorrow night I'll be coming over for a sleepover so I can feel loved and motivated and supported and you can do all you can to please me all night. Do you understand? "

I nodded in agreement and then, almost like clockwork...

*KNOCK KNOCK*​

"Mom?!" I heard Ben yell behind the door.​

Then, as Rick said, I got up and walked my way to the door. With a deep breath, I unlocked it and had an argument with my son. I don't even remember what we were talking about, but the jist of it is that he was telling me that I needed to get out of here. A lost of it was lost on with the cheering and the loud music but I did manage to get this message across to my son.

"Ben, get out of here!" I said, in an almost angry tone - which was, to say the very least, very rare for me to do. "You don't get it. We need to prioritize Rick. You're in the team, so I don't understand how you get that. And just so you know, he's coming over to sleep at our place tomorrow. So I can do all that I can to please him all night, if that's necessary!"

Then, I closed the door and heard my son walk down those steps...

Whew.

"I'm sorry that you had to hear that, Ricky." I said with a smile, walking over to sit on the bed again. I looked at my breasts, and then back at him before I said "You know what? You're right. I've been selfish and you have the right to touch and feel my huge titties anytime you want."

And like that, I began to undo my bikini top...

And so, Rick got to see my bare 34M cup breasts - perky, despite their size with their rock hard, quarter sized pink nipples.

 

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"You're right, Kelly. I do have the right to feel and touch your huge titties any time I want. And your ass too. And you need to present them too me any time I'm around, I don't care if there are other people present. You need to arch your back, throw your shoulders back and present your huge titties and your ass for me, hoping that I will approve and want to touch them."

With that, I easily lift you up on the bed and place you straddling my lap, your huge titties inches from my face and your barely covered ass on my thighs. "See that feels good, doesn't it Kelly. We're going to spend lots of time doing this stuff for the rest of the season. So I'm really glad you're enjoying yourself."

I paw at your huge titties with my hands and then take my hands to your ass so I can press your pussy against my rock hard cock in my shorts and enjoy the feeling of you gyrating up and down against it.

"See, that feels nice doesn't it. It's nice to know that you're pleasing me and doing you're job well. Prioritising me. "

I continue to work your body against mine, our lips almost touching and your huge titties either in my hands or pressed against my face while just the fabric of your bikini bottoms and my shorts separates my cock from your pussy.

"Can you feel how hard this makes me, Kelly? " I ask. "You should be proud of what a good job you're doing. But at the same time it's hard for me because I can't distract myself from being the team leader by having a girlfriend right now which is why I need your help. But having such a hard dick and so much suppressed sexual energy is really frustrating and unfair for me as well. So that's something I'm going to have to teach you how to deal with. So on Saturday night we will have to do the sleepover.

I will see you at the game. Be sure that you are dressed appropriately this time, And remember what I said about presenting your huge titties and your ass for my approval from now on. After the game I will come to your place for the sleepover and we can spend the whole night teaching you how to please me."

I take one last look at you and say, "It's probably time to take Ben home" before getting up, giving you a cursory slap on the ass and heading back downstairs.

 

[AnnieD]

"You're right, Kelly. I do have the right to feel and touch your huge titles any time I want. And your ass too. And you need to present them too me any time I'm around, I don't care if there are other people present. You need to arch your back, throw your shoulders back and present your huge titties and your ass for me, hoping that I will approve and want to touch them."

"I understand Rick. Whenever I see you, I'll be sure to present my huge titties just for you and for you to play with them whenever you want." I say, my breathing hard and heavy now. My skin felt so hot and flushed, especially finding myself now almost completely naked, except for the barely existent fabric covering my pussy and ass. I almost moaned right as Rick lifted me up and placed me on his lap.

"See that feels good, doesn't it Kelly. We're going to spend lots of time doing this stuff for the rest of the season. So I'm really glad you're enjoying yourself."

"O-Oooh..." I moaned, feeling his bare hands on my breasts then slide behind me to my ass. Then, without even realizing it, I found my hips rubbing against his, feeling his rock hard cock pressing between my legs.

"See, that feels nice doesn't it. It's nice to know that you're pleasing me and doing you're job well. Prioritising me. "

It felt like a mixture of torture and pleasure, having Rick touch my breasts, ass, and rub his massive bulge against my pussy. I groaned and breathed in heavily, desperate to feel more of this...

"Can you feel how hard this makes me, Kelly? You should be proud of what a good job you're doing. But at the same time it's hard for me because I can't distract myself from being the team leader by having a girlfriend right now which is why I need your help. But having such a hard dick and so much suppressed sexual energy is really frustrating and unfair for me as well. So that's something I'm going to have to teach you how to deal with. So on Saturday night we will have to do the sleepover.

I will see you at the game. Be sure that you are dressed appropriately this time, And remember what I said about presenting your huge titties and your ass for my approval from now on. After the game I will come to your place for the sleepover and we can spend the whole night teaching you how to please me."

"It's probably time to take Ben home" he then added, watching his handiwork as I struggled to catch my breath.

*SLAP*

He spanked me one more time before leaving me there as a needy mess.

...I guess I really should take Ben home.

...

The next few days were a bit weird for the family. For one, Ben couldn't even look at me in the eye anymore and for the oddest reason...I didn't really care. No, instead I found myself telling my son that on Saturday night that he should sleep over a friend's place. The look that he gave me was one of someone experiencing some intense betrayal. He didn't even argue with me this time, he accepted it and made plans for after the game. That was one down and I just needed my husband to leave. Thankfully, my son didn't tell him anything about the party and he was too disconnected with the community to find out from somebody else.

Funny how life works...He came up to me and told me that he had to go over to some seminar in Austin over the weekend. You have no idea how giddy I felt inside; I didn't have to follow through my elaborate plan to getting him out of the house with plane tickets and 'losing' my passport.

So that was it. I had the house to just me and Rick for our sleepover.

...

"GO RICK! WHOOO!" I shouted loudly from the stand, watching as the eighteen year old quarterback ran across the field in a hurry. I was standing and nearly at the edge of my seat, watching as the star athlete carried the ball with his opponents chasing after him with victory so near...

I ignored some of the stares I got, especially the near drooling coming from the more perverted onlookers. It's understandable why, I was here supporting Rick by wearing the most revealing clothes that you could imagine. Here I was, with that same shirt that had his picture on it. I say had, because I cut it. That's right, it was mainly a tube top looking outfit now where you could see Rick's face and a massive pile of underboob underneath. The tightness of the shirt managed to hold my massive titties in place, but I tried my best not to bounce.

I wore a pair of tight black booty shorts, but I made sure to 'adjust' it, just like Rick taught me how he liked it. Sure, it made me a bit uncomfortable that people were taking photos and whistling at me, but I was doing this for Rick. I was his girlfriend after all!

The game ended and once again, Rick remained victorious. I made sure to run down to see him, my massive breasts bouncing within the tight confines of his makeshift tube top and I hugged him, arching my back to press my breasts against him.

"Ready for our sleepover?" I asked with a grin.

 

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The game against the Warriors really was always going to be a cakewalk so I wasn't too concerned. I was more curious to see how you'd be dressed today after the excellent progress I'd made with you at the party.

II wasn't disappointed. The decimated tube top with my face on it and the tiny booty shorts shoved up into your ass crack like a thong was beyond my expectations. I am so proud of myself for how far I've come with you, remembering how frigid you were to begin with. I mean, I really promised I would make the most of my senior year, and so far I had, taking my team mate's hot mom with the huge tits half of the way to becoming my personal cum slut right in front of the whole town and her own family. I ought to write a book or something.

It was difficult not to be distracted by your body as you bounced up and down shouting my name, wearing my face and practically nothing else. But we managed to blow out the Warriors easily, as predicted, and I watched with a smile as you bounded happily across the field ahead of the rest of the mob so you would be first up to press those massive tits against me in our post game ritual. I especially enjoyed the way that a bunch off guys were following you across the field, filming you on their smartphones. That made me laugh.

When you arrived, I gathered you up, spun you around neatly in the air before placing you down on the ground against and gathering your body hard against mine, harder than usual. Your tits were almost squashed flat against me and my hand was urgently massaging your bare ass while people watched and snickered. I say, "Kelly, I love the outfit, you did great. You've come so far in terms of pleasing me since the start of the season, you're such a good girlfriend. But why don't you present your tits and ass for me a little more, like I asked you to at the party,. That way I will want to feel them. Try really hard to make me want to touch you! "

As you comply, I gather up the famous huge titties in both hands, kneading them fully in front of the whole crowd, feeling the bare undertook and cleavage, and even working my hands underneath the small strap of material that is left of the tank top, playing with your nipples and squeezing your tits until the tube top is coming off and your boobs are basically explosed."

I ignore your nudity and say "The booty shorts were a good idea. But it would have been so much easier just to wear a thong to the game, you silly girl!" I give your bare ass a hard slap as a reprimand but you can tell from my smile that I'm pleased with you. "Next time, ok?"

"Now before I get mobbed, get me out of here. We've got a sleepover to get to. That means you've got all night to devote to pleasing me and making my cock hard okay? "

The drive to your house passes quickly as I say little so as to let you enjoy the anticipation. Then we arrive and I say, " I'm going to shower while you get ready. I will meet you in the bedroom. Dress appropriately. Remember what II told you at the party about what to wear when we're together. Top less, thong and heels."

I steal away intothe shower and finish up quickly before making my way into your marital bed, completely naked with the sheets pulled up to my waist so that when you enter you will see my naked upper body laying in your husband's side of the bed.

 

[AnnieD]

"Kelly, I love the outfit, you did great. You've come so far in terms of pleasing me since the start of the season, you're such a good girlfriend. But why don't you present your tits and ass for me a little more, like I asked you to at the party,. That way I will want to feel them. Try really hard to make me want to touch you! "

"In front of everyone?" I asked, a bit cautiously but soon gave in to his demands "Okay!"

I pushed my chest to him and was soon overwhelmed over how he behaved; he started holding and squeezing my massive breasts in front of everyone! I threw my head back at the sensation, feeling my titties pillow with his kneading and then gasped, when he worked his hands underneath the ripped shirt. "Ricky, what are you...Ah!" I said with a moan, feeling him play with my overly sensitive nipples and squeezing my tits until my breasts were pretty much exposed!

"The booty shorts were a good idea. But it would have been so much easier just to wear a thong to the game, you silly girl!" he said, spanking me hard on my ass, in front of whistling and howling people "Next time, ok?"

"Y-Yes Ricky." I answered obediently, placing my breasts back into the tight shirt.

"Now before I get mobbed, get me out of here. We've got a sleepover to get to. That means you've got all night to devote to pleasing me and making my cock hard okay? "

"Yes Ricky. I'll make your cock hard for the entire night. I can't wait to let you use my body for hours!"

...

" I'm going to shower while you get ready. I will meet you in the bedroom. Dress appropriately. Remember what I told you at the party about what to wear when we're together. Top less, thong and heels."

I went over to the second washroom, finding the clothing that Rick wanted and changed into them. I watched my own reflection in the mirror, noticing how much I've changed since these games began. I was about to have sex with Rick, I knew that much and most likely on the bed where my husband and I slept. But this thrill that grew inside of me overpowered my sense of shame. I wanted to go along with this. I wanted to give Rick everything that he wanted.

So I walked to the bedroom, my three inch heels clicking on the wooden floors with just a sway from my hips and I saw him, Rick laying on my husband's side of the bed. I smiled and went on the bed with him, resting on my knees and said:

"How do you want me to make your cock hard, Ricky?" I asked with a smile.

 

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I smile at you encouragingly when you appear in your heels and thong, meek and obedient and kneel on the bed.

I pull the covers down on the bed to reveal my massively muscled young body and my young, long, thick hard cock, which is already rock hard and standing straight at attention.

"You've finally earned the right to see my cock, Kelly. I'm sure you're grateful. But can you see how hard it is for me to have to deal with this hard cock from all your support and motivation? Your priority from now on is to take care of this cock, so I want you to get used to it, to get to know it. You can start by taking it in your hand. "

I take your hand and place it around my thick cock, which is already slippery with precum and encourage you to rub it up and down. I continue by saying, " I know you already know this, but I need to be clear that this isn't sexual at all. This is just about you helping me out, being a good fan and helping this town get the championship it deserves. You have such an important role. I'm going to use your body whenever I want to to get off. But II want to be totally clear, it's not sexual. I would never disrespect your husband or Ben or your marriage like that. It's more that I'm using your body to jerk off with, like you're an object or a doll rather than a person."

I put my hand on yours to encourage you to jerk me off faster and harder while my breathing quickens.

"Do you understand that Kelly - because I would never want to sin with you or disrespect your marriage that means that you are just a cum receptacle for me, nothing more. Will you do that for me? And that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself - you're just human and I know that you're a huge fan of mine so it's natural for you to get pleasure out of pleasing me. You mustn't feel guilty. A good cum receptacle is entitled to feel good.

I Pause and take some deep breaths as I get more and more aroused by my words and the hand job and then I say, "no lie down and squeeze your huge titties together for me to titty fuck." As you reposition yourself I add "by the way, because I will be using your mouth to cum into, I will want you to send the doctor about getting your lips filled. I Deserve a cum receptacle with nice DSLs that feel great around my cock. And we should probably see about adding a couple of cup sizes to your chest. We can go tot he doctor together. "

 

[AnnieD]

My body was almost trembling from trying to expect what was going to go on next. You have to understand that these past few weeks have been really exciting for me and while I knew what I was doing was wrong, I sought it out. I wanted to experience whatever Rick had in store for me. I wanted for him to do to me as he saw fit. This burning sensation inside of my was strong, strong enough that when he said:

"You've finally earned the right to see my cock, Kelly. I'm sure you're grateful. But can you see how hard it is for me to have to deal with this hard cock from all your support and motivation? Your priority from now on is to take care of this cock, so I want you to get used to it, to get to know it. You can start by taking it in your hand. "

I let Rick place my hand around his thick cock, moist with precum. I gasped at the sensation, having a man's cock in my hand. A cock that didn't belong to my husband! It was strange, knowing that I was doing something morally wrong but at the same time, filled me with feelings that I craved without even realizing it.

" I know you already know this, but I need to be clear that this isn't sexual at all. This is just about you helping me out, being a good fan and helping this town get the championship it deserves. You have such an important role. I'm going to use your body whenever I want to to get off. But I want to be totally clear, it's not sexual. I would never disrespect your husband or Ben or your marriage like that. It's more that I'm using your body to jerk off with, like you're an object or a doll rather than a person."

"Of course Ricky." I said, almost too enthusiastically, my hand pumping Rick's cock "I know that it's not sexual. I'm just your object to play with. There's nothing wrong with that." My hand began to jerk on his cock more; of course, he helped me do that but there was also an intense willingness on my part to do that. I wanted to get him harder - I wanted to experience Rick's thick cock!

"Do you understand that Kelly - because I would never want to sin with you or disrespect your marriage that means that you are just a cum receptacle for me, nothing more. Will you do that for me? And that doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself - you're just human and I know that you're a huge fan of mine so it's natural for you to get pleasure out of pleasing me. You mustn't feel guilty. A good cum receptacle is entitled to feel good."

"I..." I said between hard breaths "I understand Ricky.", continuing with the movement of my hand; on stroking Rick's dick when suddenly was interrupted by the man that I wanted to pleasure.

"no lie down and squeeze your huge titties together for me to titty fuck."

A titty fuck? I could guess what that meant, although I've neither experienced it or seen something like that before. This new experience excited me like you wouldn't believe and I nearly jumped on top of Rick with glee. I controlled myself though, placing my knees apart on top of Rick, leaning forward and grabbing my own massive tits in front of him...

"by the way, because I will be using your mouth to cum into, I will want you to send the doctor about getting your lips filled. I Deserve a cum receptacle with nice DSLs that feel great around my cock. And we should probably see about adding a couple of cup sizes to your chest. We can go tot he doctor together. "

I began to wrap my massive titties around his cock. It felt so strange, feeling the thick hot shaft pressing against my melons. Before continuing, I had to answer "We'll do all of that if it makes you happy Ricky.", then I began to rub my breasts, squishing them together and forming a huge pillow around his cock. "Tell me if this feels good" I added, as I began to squeeze and stroke his cock with these heft orbs.