Hi folks, I've been away for a bit. It wasn't intentional. Finals and a new assignment kept me busy. I also took a mini vacation with my wife and daughter. Anyway, lately I've been reading a lot more Barney R and DG Hear, with some Hermit thrown in as well. I love the way their characters grow and change during the course of a story. I wanted to do something like that and you are holding the results in your hands. I have to warn you that this is a very long story. It should probably be read in installments, Barney R who edited it with his usual professionalism and panache also suggested breaking it up.But so many of you hate that. So here it is in its entirety. If you get bored take a break and come back to it. But people who are looking for a quick stroke piece will hate this one. The next one is very short so wait for that one if you just want a quickie. Here we go. SS06
Life has a way of balancing out all of the factors. There are some things that should be, others that shouldn't be, and some that just are. Eventually, they all balance out most of the time. In some cases it may take a while, but balance wins every time.
Of course, balance can mean different things to different people. It's not all about money, or looks or material things. It's usually about making sure that people get what they deserve in some way or fashion.
I was thinking about one of those factors as we barreled along, down the freeway. I was doing a nearly pedestrian 90 mph with one eye on the road and the other in the rearview mirror, looking out for cops. The roar of my 2013 Boss 302 was music to my ears. My Lacuna Seca model technically wasn't street legal, but most cops wouldn't know the difference.
Now to me, since it didn't have a back seat, it was the perfect road trip car. I could keep our luggage in the area where a back seat would fit. I could even strap fragile items to the roll cage. Heather of course didn't see it. My car's racing suspension was so stiff that we felt every crack in the road. That was great for driver feedback, but not so great for comfort. Every tiny bump we went over caused waves of flesh to move across her chest. And she hated the constant droning of my exhaust system. It was, as mentioned, music to my ears, but she often wore headphones.
As we neared Michigan, the flow of traffic increased. We got to an area where I could no longer weave through the traffic and had to slow down. I reached over and rubbed one of Heather's huge boobs.
"You'd better stop," she said teasingly. "Those are my husband's property."
Heather weighed barely over a hundred pounds. She was as thin as a rail, with huge natural boobs. Sometimes it looked like her boobs came into the room ten minutes before she did. Heather's boobs were one of those things that affect the balance. They were clearly something that shouldn't be.
I started to remove my hand from her chest and her arm reached out like lightning, pressing my hand more firmly to her tit.
"You know I love it when you touch me, Bry," she cooed. I gently cupped and rubbed her boob and her nipple stiffened and began to show through her huge bra and her blouse.
"Harder," she gushed. "We should pull over."
"Sweetie, we're in Michigan, now," I said. "We don't have much further to go."
"As soon as we get to the hotel, your ass is mine," she gushed. "Of rather, my ass is yours, if you want it."
"So you say," I said, sarcastically.
"Bryan Parker, I have never refused you sex," she laughed.
"Right," I said. "I just have to make sure I get mine, before you get what you want."
My wife Heather is a walking wet dream, she's tall, blond, and thin with huge tits. I do wish her legs were thicker and her ass was a little more rounded, but I'm not going to complain. My love for her goes far behind her looks. We are so in love that we finish each other's sentences and after seven years of marriage we still fuck like bunnies.
Heather, as she said has never refused me sex. I can wake up in the middle of the night and wake her up and she's ready to go. She has awakened me first thing in the morning with a blow job more times than she hasn't. Nothing is off the table with Heather. She will literally try anything.
But here's where that balance thing comes in. Heather does have a fetish. I have to be careful with her about it. Heather literally has to be restrained or she would give me blow jobs all day long. Nope you're wrong. Heather gives the best blow jobs I have ever experienced, but her kink isn't oral. The blow jobs for her are only a means to an end. My beautiful blond wife is a cum junky. But it gets worse, she hardly ever swallows my sperm, she doesn't want to waste it.
And no, she's not like one of those women in the porn movies, who love to have you cum in her face. Heather loves to suck me until I'm ready to cum and then shoot it all over her tits. For some reason that makes her cum harder than anything else. She is the first woman I've ever met who would rather give me a blow job, than have me eat her pussy. As a matter of fact, I can't remember the last time I did.
I can pound her pussy all night long. I can be as rough or as loving as I feel like, to no avail. I can fuck her ass, the souls of her feet her armpits or anything else on her body and she will enjoy it immensely, but in order for her to cum, I have to pull out and shoot those huge boobs.
Amazingly, she will suck the skin off of my dick, right after I pull it out of her ass. She will do whatever nasty thing I can come up with and do it with a smile on her face as long as she gets to have those huge tits blasted with cum.
It took me a while to figure it out. Most of us have a go to move or skill. If you're a runner, you may fall into that tuck and kick category. That means that you're not the strongest of runners, but you can hang onto the back of the pack, and just keep pace until the final meters and then use your specialty, a blinding kick to pass them in the home stretch.
My Heather was an ugly duckling. For all of her formative years, she was too tall, too skinny, and too zitty, with Buck teeth and braces. She also wore gigantic glasses and lacked social skills. As recently as her last year of high school her chest was as flat as a board. Her mom and aunts all had big hooters. They kept telling her that she would develop. At eighteen and entering college she still had the body of a high school boy. But her freshman fifteen were all on her chest. Over night she went from flat as a board to "Oh my lord!"
As her boobs grew, so did her popularity. At the same time her braces finally worked and her teeth straightened out. Her zits, faded away and she lightened her hair. The change from "OH hell," to bombshell was surprising. She naturally started with guys near the bottom of the social register. They were the first to notice the changes.
Most of those nerdy guys were so astounded when they first got the chance to see her naked, that they never had sex with her. More than one of them just blasted her as soon as she took off her bra and let those twin rockets free. Those early experiences let her realize the power that her tits held over men. And even to this day, she loves to have men cum on her tits. So, I oblige her every chance I get.
You have to understand that Heather and I are deeply in love. There is nothing we won't do for each other. Starting it in the later years of college when we got together, her transformation completed itself. She learned to use makeup to enhance her features. She learned to dress in a manner that while no slutty or whorish, shows off her assets. For example, Heather would never wear a mini skirt or shorts, because her legs are just slightly too thin. Longer looser skirts, give her the illusion of size from the waist down, while tighter tops enhance her bust line while making her body seem less disproportionate.
But whatever she wears, Heather's jugs draw a lot of attention. It has its benefits though. She has never gotten a traffic ticket. She rarely ever pays for drinks and we get the best service in the house no matter where we go. But Heather makes it plain, that she belongs only to me. On our wedding day, right after the ceremony, after all of the vows were spoken, she took my hand and whispered three other vows to me.
"Bryan Parker," she said solemnly. "I swear that I will love you forever. No other man will ever get into my pussy and we will grow old together. From this moment forward, I belong to you, body, and soul. And you belong to me." At first I thought that she was joking. But when I looked into her eyes I saw how serious she was. And since we've gotten married, I've done my best to be worthy of her promises and her love.
Immediately after I graduated, we got married. I'm no dummy. I knew that Heather was out of my league, so I wanted to bind her to me as soon as possible. The funny thing was that strangely enough, she thought that I was something special too.
My first serious job offer, after college was from an auto plant just outside of Nashville, Tennessee. We moved there right after the honeymoon and have built a great life there over the past seven years. We love our home, we love our life. We have plenty of friends and neighbors and feel really strongly about our community.
Heather grew up in New Jersey, and I grew up in Michigan, where we went to school. So the more moderate climate and more laid back lifestyle of Tennessee, seems magical to both of us.
The first time stopped for gas back in Michigan, both of us noticed the differences. People looked us over. And it wasn't just the curiosity that comes from encountering a person who is clearly not a local.
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