Shotgun Wedding; 16 Year Old Boy and a Middle Aged Woman
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Chapter 3: Life adventures with my older wife
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Life adventures with my older wife - Joshua's parents are deeply religious; so when they learn he's put a woman in a family way, they force the mismatched strangers to get married. While happy to escape his restrictive home, it's not all roses being married to a pregnant woman 3 times his age.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Fiction First Lactation Pregnancy Tit-Fucking Big Breasts
After our baby died, Penni continued to lactate. She liked having big natural breasts, and she liked it when I sucked them. She said the daily drain of calories kept her tits big and her ass small. I started running track at school, and we used to joke about my ‘milk run’.
Look, I know people will think this is a major perversion; what goes on between a married couple in the privacy of their own home is their own business.
I sucked her every day, usually a little bit in the morning before school to get the pressure off. She would stroke me; my face, hair, or more often, my cock. It was beautiful. Consuming that sweet rich milk, her sensual fingertips, her loving smile.
Most mornings, she sucked me too. Man, how I loved her then; who wouldn’t? Every morning, looking into her face as she nourished me, then drained my balls and swallowed my semen. Yeah, we loved and ate each other.
She needed to be drained again before sleeping. Those big lactating breasts had to be serviced, which almost always led to sex. And I couldn’t just fuck her; I massaged her, kissed her, licked her, and made sure she came. That was our marriage. Sex was our connection.
When I was 17, she asked me if I wanted to come to a lesbian wedding.
“You’ll have to dress as a woman.” She told me.
At first I refused, and then after a while I relented because she kept pestering me. We had to go out and buy shoes because I had bigger feet than she did, and we ordered a latex chest thing from the internet, and special underwear that strapped my cock around under my ass.
I was weirded out and a bit numb at first. Penni seemed excited as I put on the stockings and dress. She painted my nails and styled my hair, which had grown nearly to my shoulders. I started to get into it then; it was oddly sexy to look like a woman.
We went out for a walk first so I could get used to the high heeled shoes. It was weird to be seen as a girl. Men’s eyes looked me over, and if I looked at them they smiled at me. Were they flirting?
“Yeah, they all want to fuck you. At least, they think they do.” Penni confirmed. “Men are like that, they just want to stick their cocks into something and squirt. You look great by the way. Sway a little while you walk, come on, get into it.”
The party was a few days later. Penni introduced me to all her friends, telling them straight out that I was her husband. Everyone loved my getup. Some of the women kissed her, and she made them kiss me too, not that anyone seemed to mind. I danced and flirted with a room full of gay women and it was a total blast.
My wife seemed pleased; she was showing me off to her gay friends. There were a few men there, it wasn’t a woman-only sort of party.
Some of the women were dressed feminine like Penni and I, others were neutral and a few were dressed almost masculine. One young woman wore a suite and tie, she had very short hair too, and she was really pretty. She was tall, slim, and had big brown eyes. We danced together for a while, and it was great; A lot of the women were watching us, some hooted and clapped. My new friend and I escalated, rubbing our bodies together and ending with a mouth to mouth deep kiss that seemed to please the room.
I liked it too.
I went to look for Penni, and found her at a table with some older butch women, smoking cigarettes, drinking hard liquor, and there was a mirror that had cocaine on it.
I glowered at her; she’d promised not to start using those things again, even though we’d lost the baby.
“Yeah, this is me.” She said dismissively, “Go on back to your new boyfriend.”
And just to emphasis her point, she sniffed up a line of white powder. Her friends laughed and sneered at me. I suddenly felt angry and humiliated.
And I realized that I was being used; I hadn’t wanted to dress in drag, I did it for Penni. I’d thought it excited her, made her happy. Now I realized that she’d talked me into it just so she could show off my humiliation to her friends.
I looked back out into the living room where I saw Ruth (the girl in the suite and tie) looking back at me.
We sat together on a sofa and talked for quite a while, and my anger dissolved in her brightness.
“So are you like, transexual?” my new friend asked me.
“No, I’m a straight guy who married a gay woman.” I told her. “This getup is just for this event, I’m quite happy being male.”
“So you’re a first time cross dresser? You carry it off really well, you look great!”
“Thanks.” I said, pleased at the compliment, “What about you?”
“Same.” She said, “I thought I was straight until I somehow found myself in bed with the girl I was living with. I like being gay, I have all these gay friends now, we hang out and support each other, it’s great. And the cross-dressing is fun.”
“I’m not sure that is cross dressing, you still look so sexy and feminine.” I told her, “Even the hat just adds contrast.”
She beamed and grinned, we talked some more, I told her my story and she listened attentively. I left out the intimate details of course.
Her pregnant partner Geraldine came over. “Can we get out of here?” she asked, “It’s a real drag to see and smell all those goodies I can’t have.”
“Sure, baby.” Ruth replied, “This is my new friend Josh. He’s turned on by pregnant women, right Josh?”
I was really more turned on by Ruth; she had something to her, a brightness. I don’t think I’d ever met someone who seemed so joyous about life. She had a smile that lit the room, her face was heart-wrenchingly beautiful, and her energy made my cock throb it its strap.
It was just flirtation; even though I was angry with Penni, we’d had fights before and I was sure this would blow over. In the morning I’d suck her tits and she’d suck my cock and we’d be friends again.
Gerri looked me up and down skeptically; “Well, this one is different, that’s for sure.” She agreed sullenly.
Gerri was heavier than Ruth, blond with ample breasts. If she stood alone, she’d look quite attractive. Next to Ruth, she seemed sort of dull, even though her breasts and her abdomen both bulged with her 7 month pregnancy.
That was around the time my stoned out wife stumbled into the room with a few of her friends, and then all of them went through the door outside together, ignoring me.
Ruth stared at the closed door wide eyed. “Wow, that was really disrespectful.” She noted.
I looked out the window and saw Penni get into a car and drive off with them.
“Oh shit.” I exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?” Gerri asked.
“This dress has no pockets. I don’t have any money, keys, or my phone.” I told them, “All my stuff is in my wife’s bag and she took it with her.”
The party was ending, there were only a few people left. I stayed and helped clean up, thinking Penni would come back for me.
She didn’t.
“You’d better come home with us.” Ruth said.
I looked at her; she suddenly grinned, and then Gerri smiled too. I went with them, feeling conflicted about it. Flirting and dancing was one thing, going home with them was another. What else could I do though?
I’d be 18 in a few more months, and graduate high school soon after that. I liked living with Penni, we got along well most of the time. Lately though, there had been growing tensions; she got angry a lot, shouted at me and called me degrading things. We no longer had sex every day. Was my weird marriage over?
Her behavior at the wedding reception was just horrible, I was sure she wanted to end it with me. I was hurt and angry.
And more than a little bit horny.
Ruth and Gerri shared a nice 2 bedroom apartment on the edge of town. Gerri was tired and went to her room.
Ruth took me into her bedroom and we undressed each other slowly. She was so pretty and young, so joyful, that I just had to kiss her, and she held my stiff cock in her hands as our mouths softly touched.
Her body was gorgeous. Long and thin, with small firm conical breasts, a tiny tight ass, and flawless creamy white skin stretched across her perfect frame. Her vagina was hairless and pink. Her hands and feet were small, manicured, and elegant. She wore a silver crucifix around her slim neck that contrasted with her nakedness.
The most beautiful part of Ruth was her smile. Her bright happy face as she held my throbbing rod in her delicate little hands. Her joy at it all. She seemed to have no doubts, no hesitation. How could she be so sure? So confident?
She dropped to her knees in front of me, and I thought she intended to put my cock in her mouth. Instead, she held it between her palms and closed her eyes for a few seconds. Then she jumped to her feet with that happy grin of hers and pulled the door open.
“Hey babe, can you get me a condom?” she called through.
“We’re out.” Gerri said.
“Already? I thought there was a whole strip of them.” Ruth complained.
“I put it on the list, you didn’t get them.” Gerri countered.
Ruth shut the door and frowned, which was sort of funny.
“We can just make out and fondle.” I suggested, feeling a bit relieved. I’d never even considered cheating on Penni before, and I wasn’t sure about this at all. Now that boundaries had been set, I felt ok.
“Yeah, I guess.” Ruth conceded as I took her lovely body into my arms for a full contact naked kiss.
She was older than me, and younger than Penni. I’d only met her a few hours before, and her sexy frame was in my arms, my tongue in her mouth, and my cock in her hands. It was wonderful, and at the same time I was disgusted with myself.
What about the promises, the marriage, my wife Penni? Was that over? If I did this, had sex with this sexy funny woman, it would probably be.
We had no condom though; so we’d stated there would be no sex. So there would be no cheating, not really.
We lay in bed together and just touched gently for a long time. I stroked her head and she stroked my cock. We kissed some more, and then she went down on me.
Her big eyes looked at me as her pretty mouth and sensitive fingers worked my stiff penis. I stroked her short hair, thinking it was ok, it wasn’t cheating as long as I didn’t come.
“Don’t hold back.” She said with a smile, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
That was when my little pretense ended. Of course this was cheating, of course I would come in her mouth, that was inevitable from the moment I accepted the invitation and left the party with her and Gerri.
“Mmmm, Mmmm!” she emphasized, as her pretty face bobbed up and down on my stiff rod.
I held her face, so pretty, so young. Her mouth slid up and down my rod, her fingers tickled my balls. Penni hadn’t blown me that morning, I needed to let it out. There was no way to stop it now, I had no choice!
So I came hard in her mouth.
“Mmmmmmm!” she hummed happily as she swallowed it before lifting her face off of me. “I LOVE doing that.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s a total rush.” She said, “I only started giving blow-jobs last year, you should try it sometime. I mean, just, you know.”
We switched positions and I lowered my face between her long thin legs, my glance switching between her open face and her open vagina. “This is more to my taste.” I informed her.
“Uh!” she grunted as my tongue slid up her sweet snatch. “Yeah, I like pussy too.” she agreed. “Oh, that’s nice, really nice.”
It was wrong, so wrong. I’d come in her mouth though, the die was cast, I had to reciprocate. And I knew how, because Penni had trained me well. I used my tongue and fingers, and my new friend came.
I woke up late; Ruth was touching up her makeup in a mirror, she was wearing a long patterned dress and a sting of pearls (fake I assumed).
“Hey, good morning.” She said to me, “I have to go, I want to catch the ten o’clock service.”
She smiled and left me in her bed. Did she mean church?
I lay there in her bed for a while, feeling numb. Was my weird marriage really over? Penni had dumped me, I’d jumped into bed with Ruth, it seemed like that was it.
I hoped I could stay here with Ruth and Geraldine for a while. Maybe I could help out around the place, they both had jobs and soon there’d be a baby. Ruth was so beautiful.
I got up and went out into the kitchen with a towel around my waist, to find Gerri having breakfast.
“Did you have fun last night?” she asked.
“Yes, I did.” I said brashly.
“Huh, did you do her bareback?”
“No.” I said, not offering details.
“Too bad, I was hoping you’d knock her up. I don’t want my kid to be an only child you know.”
We talked for a while; she was quite open about their relationship. She said she was really gay, and Ruth was not.
“So how did that happen then?” I asked, indicating her swollen middle.
“It was a threesome.” She explained, “Ruth just LOVES threesomes.”
I kept my own experience of that to myself. It made me think of the possibility though. What if I got them both? If Ruth loved threesomes, and if I could seduce Geraldine, maybe I could worm my way in here. I just needed a few more months to graduate high school.
And there was another thing; I was hungry. I was used to getting a lot high calory breast milk, and Geraldine’s breasts were huge. My mouth watered as I thought about what was in them.
“How are your feet?” I asked.
“Usually in pain.” She said.
“I can rub them for you if you want.”
After her feet, I massaged her back, and then my hands were on her ass before I even thought about it. It wasn’t a perfect tight ass like Ruth had, more like the generous buttocks of my wife.
“Ok buster, let’s stop there.” Gerri said, rolling over and sitting up.
“Ok, yeah, sorry if I overstepped.” I said. “Your breasts are leaking a little. You should pump them out.”
“Oh, I suppose you’d like to help with that?” she asked skeptically.
“Oh, well if you’re asking, I would.” I laughed, as if that wasn’t my intent from the start.
“You did that for your wife?” she asked.
“Uh, well yeah. I didn’t use a pump though.” I said, keeping the past tense even though in reality I was practically living on breast milk.
Geraldine looked puzzled for a moment, then stared at me in such shock that I broke out laughing.
I went back to massaging her feet, because I liked doing it and she seemed to like it too. I did her calves too, and my thumbs pressed in just above her kneecaps after a while. She did have pretty eyes. I’d lick her, fuck her, dance and sing for her, if she’d just give me her tits for a few minutes.
“Yeah, ok, stop with the puppydog eyes.” She admonished me. “Really? You want to suck my tits?”
“Oh yeah, I sure do.” I told her earnestly. “I like it, and I think you need it.”
“Ok, if you’re sure you want to.” She agreed doubtfully.
“Really?” I asked, salivating a little.
She was wearing a wrap around maternity blouse, and she untied one corner and folded it back, revealing a large swollen breast in a heavy bra. She lifted it free, and my face was pulled up over her large round belly to latch her great pink nipple.
She wrapped an arm around my head, and her free hand went to my cock, which of course was completely erect. Warm milk entered my mouth, sweet and plentiful. I looked into her eyes as I consumed her production. Blue eyes, natural blond, big breasts, her hand on my throbbing cock and her excited face belied her claim of homosexuality.
It was good, so good. Mmmm, breast milk, my hard cock in her hand, her eyes, her blue eyes, they reminded me of Joanne, I wondered where she was? Geraldine was turned on, I could tell. I didn’t really want to have sex with her; I just wanted the milk. And maybe a place to live. I wondered if there was a bus line nearby, and how long it would take me to get to school from here?
The fingers of her other hand raked through my hair. My own hand ran up her thigh, and it opened so her groin was available. I hesitated; should I? There were so many reasons not to. What would Ruth say?
She obviously wanted my finger in her slot, and I’d almost drained her left breast, and I was hoping to have the right one too. my hand slid into the fold, to find it quite damp.
She broke away to get a condom. I lay there on the sofa with my hard penis, watching her. She was a complete stranger; we’d barely spoken at all. My belly had her milk in it though. That was real intimacy.
She grinned at me as she ripped the packet open, dropping the empty pouch on the floor as she came at me with the condom, she put in on my rod with quick, well practiced hands. Then she got on top, sliding her blond muff down to my pelvis as she dangled her other breast over my eager mouth.