Grew out…
I am a man, a tall brunette. Married for 5 years. My wife has an older sister, and that sister has a daughter with the rare name Malvina, who is 35 years old. She comes up to my shoulders, is big-boned, with wide hips, a large ass, and third-size breasts. She is divorced from her husband, and they had no children.
Such a long, lyrical chain leading to my lust, which I will now declare.
Malvina wasn't entirely to my masculine taste, as I have a different type of female ideal in my mind. But her breasts really turned me on; I even knew their shape—I had seen her a few times without a bra, in a T-shirt. Her large
ass also aroused me—I often imagined fucking her doggy style on the bed, spreading her pussy lips wide open, and her screaming loudly in pleasure.***
Malvina and I were on a "Hello" basis; sometimes I helped her with small tasks, like changing her car tires. I think she wanted me herself; sometimes I caught her glances and body movements—as if hinting at her sexual interest in me. We could barely even be considered relatives. Preferably, of course, barely to the very, very... — so I dreamed.
However. At the same time, Malvina was shy around me, never allowing or giving any hope.
"Malvina hadn't fucked for 5 years, since her divorce. Unbelievable, but true."
I had known Malvina for these 5 years. And for all these 5 years, I circled around her, drooling with lustful saliva. Agonizing torment! However, I didn't see Malvina often. About once a month. Sometimes less. Well, that's the preamble, and the tale...
***
One late evening, my wife's sister forgot her phone at Malvina's apartment (she lived separately from everyone) and asked me to go up to her. Luckily, the three of us had come to visit.
During the courtesy visit—the mother and daughter had a big fight. I took the elevator up and rang the bell. Malvina opened the door, standing in a nightgown, stepped back from the door, clearly silently inviting me in. The relative's phone was on the hallway console, right there. I entered, though I didn't expect to be invited. It was implied she would hand me the phone at the threshold. Malvina looked lonely, upset, and apparently wanted to vent. She started mumbling something resentfully about her mother.
I wasn't listening, as my balls were being unrealistically strained. My cock was bulging heavily in my pants.
"Come here," I suddenly said, sending my usual modesty packing. "I'll comfort you."
"Oh! What are you doing, I'm naked after my shower!" exclaimed Malvina, instinctively stepping back.
"Really?.. Well, if you're undressed, then never mind..." I now bleated. "Though, damn, why did you invite me inside..." — most likely, I thought that.
I looked up and saw Malvina looking at the bulge that was tenting my pants. In her eyes—rapture, it seemed to me.
"Well, I'll go," I winked, picking up the phone from the console. And turned around.
"Wait... Ah..." Malvina faltered.
I started pushing the front door, and Malvina moved to close it behind me. And it so happened that I didn't manage to step over the threshold, and Malvina bumped into me from behind, and her hand—touched my bulge. Like accidentally, or maybe truly by chance.
"Oh, sorry!.." She said.
I understood everything. She was already wet. Strange that it only happened after five years.
I turned around, scooped Her up in my arms, and pulled her to me. The scent of an overripe female body, fresh from the shower—long unacquainted with a man—hit me in the groin. It was autumn, and through my sexpornotales.cc thin jacket—the third-size breasts were well felt. Two soft, voluminous balls pressing against my chest. I stroked Malvina's head, awkwardly kissed her hair.
"Aah..." she sighed with longing. But she wasn't in a hurry to press against me; essentially, the hug was my initiative, Malvina stood like a doll.
In my arms was an under-fucked woman, her heart pulsating loudly. I had imagined many times how I would hug Malvina, put my hands on her ass and reach between her legs, to the coveted hole... for some reason, I always thought she had a very narrow pussy slit, despite her overall not petite build...
Then I masterfully took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants.
"Well, do you like it?"
Malvina's fingers convulsively clenched the shaft, and a strained moan was heard.
"I see," I grabbed Malvina and lifted her into my arms. And carried her to the bedroom, to the bed.
"Ah!" sighed Malvina and clung tightly to my neck. She weighed about 65 kilograms, with my build of 75 kilograms—it was a weight.
"Let go!" she whispered, already at the bedroom threshold. "I don't want to."
Want to or not, it was too late now. We both understood that.
***
I laid Malvina on the bed, tore off my jacket and shirt, and fell on top of her. Right between Her spread legs. Kissed her neck, and pulled the gown off her shoulders. And for the first time saw Her third-size breasts in their natural state. Kneaded them well, like dough, heartily. I think I even growled!
"Yes-yes, great," Malvina babbled, but her eyes were like those of a madwoman. It seemed to me she was about to scream loudly with curses from an excess of feelings.
"Now I'll finally fuck you," I said loudly and angrily in response. My 20-centimeter cock was ready to burst along with my balls.
I jerked up onto my knees, and, unzipping my pants—presented my equipment before her eyes. An impressive sight for any woman.
"You've grown it...." Malvina muttered, and her gaze filled with either horror or awe.
The substantial head swayed slightly, grinning joyfully in anticipation of sexual pleasure.
"Listen, maybe somehow..." Malvina came to her senses. "Well, you really grew one like a horse's!.."
"Scared?" I smirked.
With both hands, I yanked the worthless gown up from her thighs, and immediately lay down tightly on top of Malvina, thereby cutting off the girl's possibility of refusing outright. Suppressing the temptation to admire her pussy with my eyes, but managing to catch a glimpse of a smooth pubic mound, without panties. Excellent! And the protruding log sent on a free search for the pussy slit.
"Aaaa...." Malvina moaned, and the log shoved somewhere. It was the large labia. It was wet and very tight, but.... I hadn't imagined the full tightness when my cock spread the entrance to the pussy itself, plunging the head into the vagina.
"Aaaa!" Malvina just yelled, then sighed: "How long it's been since I felt a huge cock inside me..."
Quite the poetess.
"Five years without a man didn't pass for nothing!" I whispered to Malvina, pushing my cock into her centimeter by centimeter. "You're like a little girl."
"A small vibrator," she answered between moans.
"Oh, you grew it!" Malvina whimpered again, pushing me away from pain.
"Just a second!" I puffed, and, making a final effort, inserted it right up to the balls. Simultaneously, I slipped my hand under Malvina's voluminous ass to feel Her better.
"Ow!" Malvina whined.
"Now I'm all inside you, to the hilt," I whispered to Her. Lay still for a bit, so the girl could get used to it... And started moving slowly, not pulling out much, but pounding Her in the deepest part, into the uterus. The tightness loosened up a bit, but the log still scraped along the walls with tension somewhere about 15 centimeters deep (the rest, apparently, just stretched). The slit was exactly as I had imagined it.
"Aa... aa.... aaa..." Malvina cried out somehow "jerkily," clinging to my shoulders. "Aa... Aa..."
I didn't speed up, but slowly spread her and spread her... breathing into her ear. Didn't try to kiss.
"Ah!" Malvina let out a short moan and froze. Then went limp. I understood everything and with one sharp thrust released half a liter into her. Silently. Then another 4-5 movements, not as energetic... and slid off her, placing my hand on her generous breast. By the way, the tits weren't at all like a girl's, a bit loose, with "spread-out" nipples, but very tender.
Why Malvina didn't want to kiss—I never found out. I never fucked her again.
(c) Andrey Angelov