Luca slowly unzipped his fly and reached inside his pants, releasing his massive sex. Despite having already seen it once before that day at the studio, it still took her absolute breath away. It hung down like a fat, fleshy pendulum, still fearsome-looking in its dormant state.
“My god, sweetheart,” she gasped, looking up at him with genuine awe. “Your penis is absolutely huge. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you feel self-conscious, but I’ve honestly never seen one that big before.” She wanted desperately to touch it, to press her lips to it and smell and taste its musk, to feel it harden in her hands. But she somehow managed to restrain herself. “Better put that monster back in your pants before I do something stupid,” she said biting her lower lip.
Instead, she pulled back and stood up in the tub, bubbles spilling down over her wet, fecund figure. “Can you hand me a towel?” she asked.
Luca swallowed and cleared his throat. “Can… can I dry you off, Holly?”
Holly looked at Luca in the same way she had looked at him the night they slow danced in the living room. The way a woman looks at a man when she wants to signal to him her hunger.
“Yes, you can, darling,” she replied. “I would like that very much.”
Luca grabbed a big white terry cloth towel from the rack and began tentatively patting the water from her shoulders and arms. He sat in the chair by the bath while Holly stood in front of him, her hand on his shoulder, Luca’s eyes at the level of her breasts. “Don’t be shy,” she whispered, taking his hands and placing them on her damp breasts. He softly drew the towel over her huge orbs, silently marvelling at their size and weight, the nipples protruding out a good half inch.
It had been more than a year since a man had touched her in that way. She looked down at him, approvingly, savouring his touch.
She gently placed an index finger beneath his chin, raising his face to look directly into his eyes. “You have my permission if you want to suck them,” she whispered again.
“Really?” he asked. Holly nodded.
Luca placed his open mouth over one of her swollen areolae and drew his tongue across her hardening nipple. Holly sighed with the pleasure of it, his eager wet mouth beginning to suckle. “That’s it, good boy,” she said encouragingly. “Don’t be afraid to suck harder.” He obliged, moving to the other nipple, then back. “That feels so good, sweetie.”
Holly felt her excitement building, the intensity of her lust quickly becoming a force impervious to restraint and the better judgement of a woman her age.
She pulled his mouth from her breasts and raised his face to her again. “I’ve wanted to do this from the first day I met you,” she said, sitting in his lap and pressing her open lips to his. She felt a current of electricity traverse her body and moaned, their tongues gently meeting and exploring. “Mmm, yes, like that,” she said softly. “Slow, and sensual, and wet.”
Despite his lack of actual sexual experience, Luca’s kissing prowess was praiseworthy. Kissing had always been an essential ingredient of foreplay for Holly, a precursor to good sex; and sex, as their kissing became hungrier and more passionate, was quickly becoming a certainty in her mind.
“I think it’s time we made love, don’t you?” She said, their kisses briefly more affectionate and sweeter rather than overtly sexual. “It will be making love, because… I love you, Luca. Despite the difference in our ages, I’ve known in my heart for a while that I was falling in love with you. And now I want us to express our love for each other in a sexual way. I want us to be lovers, and I want you to fuck me. You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’m seriously nervous about that, but I want to try. We love each other and we need to be patient. I want mine to be your first pussy.”
She drew a finger along his lower lip and smiled at him, her expression one of genuine affection, ardour, and steadfast lust. “And now I need to get you out of these clothes, young man.”
Holly climbed off Luca’s lap, unzipped his fly, and slid off his pants, his enormous pendulous sex dropping between his parted thighs. “My god, it really does get even bigger, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” She marvelled incredulously. She drew his shirt up over his raised arms and off. Holly took Luca’s hand and got him to stand. The two naked lovers kissed passionately and embraced, Luca’s massive phallus expanding rapidly as Holly’s outmatched hand gently stroked it.
She leaned in close and nibbled his ear lobe. “I want to try to fit that giant dick of yours in my mouth,” she whispered seductively. “Do you want that?” she asked.
Luca could only manage a breathless. “yes.”
“I want to hear you say it,” said Holly, staring down at the size of the oral challenge in her grip.
“I want you to suck my cock,” said Luca in a tone that was downright deferential.
Holly smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. “I know I’m twice your age, and yes, I’m a lady, but I’m still a very sexual woman and I like a bit of dirty talk,” she said in a bit of a mock pout.
“I want to watch you spread your pretty lips around my huge cock and gag on it,” he said more forcefully.
Holly smiled and had her young lover lay down on the carpet. She intended to fuck him right then and there, the warm hothouse air left from her bath enveloping them.
From her knees, between his parted thighs, she gripped Luca’s massive sex at the base and drew her tongue along the underside of the still stiffening shaft. Her kisses and coos were soft, feminine, adoring. She stroked the thickening length of it, her facial expression growing more serious. She knew of his previous disappointments with women and desperately wanted to please him, though wondered privately how much of his endowment she might be able to accommodate in her mouth.
“Come, sit over here,” she directed. Luca took a place on the corner loveseat, while Holly bent over his lap. His fearsome cock was now fully aroused, granite-hard, a good dozen or so inches in length. “Please be patient with me, sweetheart,” she implored. With that, Holly gripped it with both hands and spread her lips, enveloping the huge head with her warm, wet, gaping mouth. The size of her young lover’s penis forced Holly’s jaw to expand to the maximum.
Slowly forcing her mouth down over it, she managed another two or three inches, endeavouring to relax her throat. Facing downward, with no room in her welcoming mouth to properly swallow, streaks of her saliva began to seep from her lips and trickle down over her fingers and Luca’s taut shaft. Holly took a break and looked up at Luca. “Is that okay?” she asked. “I wish I could fit more of it in my mouth.”
“Feels so good,” he sighed. She resumed her efforts, lovingly pumping the shaft with both hands while trying not to gag when the tip bumped against the back of her throat. Though her tongue was largely pinned to the base of her mouth, she basted the underside, soft moans punctuating the erotic sounds of sticky spit and slurping. She began to bob her head in short increments, motivated and encouraged by Luca’s blissful groans, who sat back now, his head tilted back, eyes closed.
“Oh god, no one’s ever sucked my cock like that before,” he panted with obvious gratitude. Reading his body language and the way his large scrotum began to tighten, she recognized the telltale signs of an impending release. Though she longed to swallow his semen, her pussy ached for the ultimate challenge. Holly withdrew the humble measure of his cock she’d managed from her mouth and slowed the pace of her stroking.
“It’s time to see whether my little pussy can handle you,” she said, wiping the spit from her lips.
“You need to be a considerate and attentive young man and get me ready for you,” she counselled. She lay back on the plush carpet, spreading her thighs wide, offering Luca her neatly-trimmed quim. “I need you to kiss it and get me very wet,” she said, nervously eyeing the thick, oversized erection bobbing at a downward angle between his legs.
Luca planted a series of playful, teasing kisses on her inner thighs, recalling back to his ministrations to her on the massage table from before. When he finally pressed his lips to her swollen clitoris, drawing his tongue along the length of her labial lips, Holly let out a prolonged, open-mouthed sigh, her tone slightly girlish. Given his sexual history, Luca had become highly adept at pleasuring a woman orally, and Holly stared down at him in loving gratitude, running her fingers through his hair while he eagerly tended to her pussy with his tongue. “Good boy,” she panted appreciatively.
On any other occasion, with any other lover, Holly would have happily let the tremors building deep in the base of her tummy and groin reach their delicious crescendo.
But it was time.
“I’m incredibly wet, darling,” she observed in a soft voice. “It’s time to try to fit it inside me.”
Luca enthusiastically knelt between her parted thighs, gripping his massive battering ram with both hands, aiming the tip directly at her feminine delta. Holly recalled the pained cries of her friend Lisa from behind his bedroom door that night, begging him to stop. Despite her fear and apprehension, she wanted so much for her resolute honeypot to be her virgin’s first, loving prize. With anxious anticipation, she reached down and gripped her lover’s giant sex organ, drawing him to her and laying it atop her belly, the tip extending past her navel. Her breaths more pronounced, looked down, all too cognizant of the disparity in size between Luca’s erection and her feminine sheath. She caressed it, softly, as if trying to appease her fear and mollify his weapon of destruction.
“I love you so much,” said Luca, drawing the length of his colossal organ forward and back over her wet cleft.
“I love you, too,” she answered, savouring the feeling of his heavy bat rubbing over her clit. “But I really need you to talk dirty to me,” she said, affecting a brave voice, her heavy bust rising and falling with her breathing. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
“Oh Holly, I’m going to fuck you so deep,” he said.
“Dirtier, be more of a bad boy,” she sighed, massaging her clit, afraid she might suddenly succumb to her fear.
“I’m going to stretch out your little pussy with my horse cock,” he said with credible menace. “I don’t care how tight you are, I’m going to make it fit. I’m gonna own your pussy.”
“Try now,” she said breathlessly, her voice trembly and faint.
Luca drew back and pressed the tip between the delicate petals of her labia. Gently, in tiny increments, he tried to gain entry, slowly forcing the lips of Holly’s pussy to dilate. She sucked in air through clenched teeth, trying not to let Luca see her wince.
She’d been intimate with men with big dicks before, but Luca was different. Like trying to accommodate a wine bottle. The thickness of his penis was truly formidable, and every half inch gained was enough to make her eyes roll back in her head. “Holy fuck,” she gasped. “You feel like a baseball bat.” Undeterred, he continued his slow, steady, incremental attempt to penetrate her.
When he’d managed a foothold of some two or three inches, Holly placed a hand on his hip. “Stop there and let me get used to you,” she whimpered. She was listening to her body, trying her best to stagger the intensity of the pain she felt between her legs. She held his face in her hands kissed him passionately, softly biting his lower lip. “It’s okay,” she said. “We can do this.”
Holly lay back with her knees raised as her young virgin resumed his efforts. But despite her willingness, it was slow-going, and they seemed to be reaching an impasse. Not wanting Luca to get discouraged, she tried another tactic. “Why don’t we try from behind, sweetheart?” she said, trying to sound upbeat.
Holly got on her hands and knees and bent down, angling her voluptuous behind upward, grateful for the thick carpet. Without having to be told, Luca eagerly pressed his face between her bum cheeks and darted his tongue into her most private of places. He could not know, but having her bumhole licked was like catnip to her. She squirmed from the toe-curling pleasure of it, her desire inflamed. “I want your cock inside me,” she pleaded. “Now.”
Luca placed the tip of his giant erection between her pink petals, placed his hands on her waist, and slowly but firmly pushed, his own butt cheeks tightening in concave. Progress was slightly quicker this time, and in a matter of minutes, some four or five inches had disappeared inside her.
“Your cock is so fucking big!” she cried out, momentarily pressing a sweaty forehead to the carpet, mouth agape.
“Good girl,” said Luca with growing confidence and swagger. “Your pussy is so tight.” Luca’s observation was not lost on Holly, a woman in her forties who had been through childbirth.
Though careful never to go too far too soon, Luca continued to slowly work his monstrous canon inside her. At six or seven thick inches, with more and more of his shaft slickened with her wetness, Holly cried out, biting down hard on a clenched fist. “Holy fuck!”
With her back to Luca, Holly did her best to hide her grimaces and winces, and she was hopeful that, as she became more and more accustomed to his size, and pushed past the initial fear and pain and discomfort, pleasure would eventually win out. But for the moment, accommodating a cock the size of a Pringles can remained a daunting task. Her moans became almost guttural.
The thickness of his cock created a vacuum seal, every outstroke drawing her tightly-stretched vaginal lips with it in the vice-like grip; and though he had managed to fit almost half of his shaft inside her, the young man’s progress was once again becoming more difficult. Holly was beginning to feel slightly light-headed, and her poor besieged pussy needed a momentary respite. “Get on your back, darling,” said Holly, taking charge and knowing that from on top she could control how much and how fast.
Straddling him, she reached back and guided the tip of Luca’s cock to her increasingly raw target. With the massive head back inside, and aided by gravity, she slowly eased herself down over his rigid weapon. Her laboured grunts and moans resumed, but the third time was proving to be a charm. With her eyes closed, and her mind focused on relaxing her vaginal canal, she managed to accommodate more and more.
She was whimpering when she finally topped out and Luca’s penis bumped her cervix. She winced and leaned forward. “Oh my god, you’re so incredibly deep!” she swooned. Though as much as a third of Luca’s length was beyond her physical capability, seven or eight inches of forearm-thick cock was indeed no small victory, literally or figuratively. Both were pleasurably surprised by her achievement.
“You feel amazing,” gushed an appreciative Luca. “So tight.”
“You’re so big, you make me feel like I’m the virgin, sweetheart,” she replied breathlessly. “My pussy may never be the same!”
In full control, and with her vaginal canal now well warmed up and stretched out, Holly began to gradually quicken the pace. Like a long train starting from a stand-still, the rapidity of their lovemaking gathered more and more momentum. Her hands placed on Luca’s chest, her breasts undulating heavily, and her large, ripe behind rippling, she raised and lowered herself over her lover’s massive canon. Holly began to feel positively dizzy as the friction intensified and a sex organ larger than her forearm began to piston in and out of her over-taxed snatch.
As she had hoped, a state of total arousal and the benefit of time was now combining to lessen the pain and discomfort in favour of animalistic pleasure. Though in public the consummate lady, in the privacy of the bedroom, Holly had always been uninhibited and quite vocal. With two-thirds of the biggest cock she’d ever laid eyes on squeezing in and out of her, at an ever-faster clip, the forty-six-year-old woman’s potty mouth got the better of her. “Oh god, I love the way your huge dick stretches out my pussy,” she cried out between grunts and gasps. “It’s so fucking big!”
With the excitement and pleasure of conquering his first pussy at hand, and his status as a virgin firmly behind him, Luca’s swagger took hold. “Good girl,” he said cockily. “You like how big my cock is?”
Holly could only manage a slack-jawed, “Uh-huh.”
“Tell me how much you love it,” he commanded.
“I love your huge cock,” she panted breathlessly, her behind now rising and falling at a relentless but measured rate. “It’s so big and so deep – I’ve never anything like this.”
Luca raised himself onto his elbows and suckled Holly’s full breasts.
As Luca’s orgasm approached, so too did Holly’s. The familiar churning and building in the depths of her pelvis had begun some time ago but was now reaching that penultimate point where total release became deliciously inevitable. A call for complete, mind-emptying surrender. Only this time, it was different. Not only was it incredibly intense, but also driven by the friction and the stretching of her vaginal canal – what she later understood to be her first vaginal orgasm. Happily, it would not be her last.
Their lovemaking became frenzied. Holly threw her head back, back arched. Luca looked up at her, sensing correctly that they were both close. “I’m cumming!” she cried out in a throaty gasp. As a powerful, violent orgasm gripped her, she became silent, her eyes closed, her teeth clenched as if frozen in time.
Luca winced as Holly’s fingernails dug deep into his chest. A series of equally powerful releases soon followed, causing her to grunt and groan and pant with slowly diminishing ferocity. She was left breathless as if coming out of a drug-induced state.
In unison with Holly’s sexual crescendo, Luca’s release followed seconds later. He grunted, his tightened sac pumping so much semen that, despite how deep he was inside her, and the tightness of her vaginal seal, large, milk-white gobs began to seep out and stream down his exposed shaft.
Both utterly spent, they collapsed on the bathroom carpet. Holly had enough energy to angle downwards, hungrily swallowing as much seed as she could pump from his slackened monster. Afterwards, they lay back together in post-coital bliss, collecting their breath, holding hands.
“Let’s go have a nap together,” said Holly, snuggling close and running her fingers through Luca’s hair, her thigh placed over his hips. “But first I have to take care of something.”
Holly climbed into the bath, quickly filled it with a few inches of cool water, and squatted, sucking in air through her teeth. She splashed the cool water across her redraw vulva, wincing a little with the sting of it.
“Are you okay?” asked Luca, clearly concerned.
“I’m fine, darling,” she answered, adding with a wink, “That was quite the workout you gave my little pussy. It’s just a little sore.”
After a quick shower together in her ensuite bathroom, the two of them climbed under the cover of her bed, giggling, like two newlyweds sharing the marital bed for the first time. “I dreamed of this from the very first night,” said Luca, their naked bodies intertwining and snuggling beneath the sheets.
“Welcome to my bed,” whispered Holly.
“I love you, Holly,” he said.
“And I love you, Luca,” she replied.
The two of them drifted off into deep sleep in each other’s arms, but not before Holly briefly wrestled with her predicament. She was a forty-six-year-old woman and had fallen in love with a young man twenty-two years her junior, essentially the same age as her own son.
Even more problematic, her new beloved was the son of her closest friend. With her arm draped over his chest, she looked up at Luca as he drifted off to sleep, the taste of his sperm still on her tongue. She briefly peeked under the sheets at the meaty, foot-long length of her young lover’s sex, still disbelieving that she had managed to fit it inside her. “I’ll worry about Gabriella tomorrow,” she sighed, drifting off to sleep.
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Over the coming weeks, and then months, their emotional and sexual relationship blossomed; the excitement, newness, and thrill of a new love proved lasting and unabated.
In the middle of all of that excitement and newness, came the news that Holly’s husband had, at long last, filed for divorce. A beginning and an end. Uncontested, the divorce was finalized thirty days later. Holly would keep the house and the guardianship of Matt was worked out. Had the news come at a different time, she would have been devastated, despite the fact that her marriage had been over, for all intents and purposes, for years. Her husband had met someone. It was time for both of them to move on.
Though Holly and Luca had lives apart from each other, they spent more and more time together, both in the bedroom and out. They cooked together, spent days at the beach, held hands on long walks along the ocean, had romantic dinners and ‘dirty weekends’ away, and took dance lessons together.
In time, they became that rarest of blessings, true soulmates. Holly even introduced Luca to her world of art, teaching him drawing, painting, and photography. Luca posed for her life drawing class numerous times, and Holly soon found herself with a waitlist of artists eager to take her class.
As their emotional connection became deeper, so too did their sexual rapport. Holly had at long last found a mate with a sex drive to match her own. They were equally insatiable. And her counsel to Luca that night on her sofa indeed came true – despite the daunting size of his penis, love, patience, and understanding ultimately prevailed – though given his size came unavoidable compromises. Though they could not get enough of each other, sometimes spending entire days in bed, after three or four vigorous bouts of sexual intercourse, Holly’s was too sore to handle more.
On those occasions, Holly happily pleasured him orally, her passion for swallowing his copious amounts of thick sperm unwavering. Even the times they were apart, Holly was constantly reminded of their sex life – whether it was when she found herself walking down the street a little gingerly or wincing as she sat down to have brunch with a girlfriend.
Their sex life became more imaginative, even kinkier over time. Among the art media Holly introduced Luca to, photography was his favourite, and to that end, Holly gave him access to all of her photography equipment. His favourite subject, actually his only enduring source of inspiration, other than the natural world, was Holly. He particularly enjoyed photographing her in the nude, or better still, wearing lingerie. Holly’s young lover developed a special penchant for shots of her wearing lingerie, and most especially silk stockings, and she was more than happy to indulge him.
Like the smitten and lusty young man that he was, flush with the intoxication of daily sex with his first sexual partner, a woman possibly more insatiable than he was, Luca’s sessions with the camera featuring Holly as his subject invariably slipped from boudoir shots into soft and sometimes hard-core porn. She found his boyish fervour cute and adorable.
Directions like, “Holly, would you be okay with taking off your panties?” or, “Could you lie back with your thighs apart and, I don’t know, maybe touch yourself?” always brought a knowing smile to her face, though she was careful never to tease him too much about it.
Such sessions were bound, as always, to end in passionate sex. In the beginning, more often than not, it was Holly who initiated their lovemaking, but over time, and with Holly’s gentle encouragement, a lovely balance was struck. With constant practice, they became acutely aware of each other’s bodies and needs, and, over time, Luca began to lose his fear and anxiety about hurting her with his size. His enormous penis would forever present a challenge to her, but as a couple, they managed it well and with great enthusiasm.
Together they sought the advice of a physician who was also a sex therapist – the doctor, a woman similar in age to Holly, was able to confirm that, in addition to the importance of an abundance of foreplay and lubrication, the safest position for Holly was on top. Later, Holly and Luca shared a conspiratorial giggle recalling the look of genuine wide-eyed shock on the doctor’s face when Holly disclosed the dimensions of Luca’s erection to her. Holly took less delight in the doctor’s initial assumption that Luca was her son.
Months into their relationship, the frequency of their lovemaking remained relentless. Holly never tired of that initial melange of pleasure and pain that attended Luca’s initial attempts at penetration. She grew to love her lover’s size, each time savouring the exquisite and added benefit that his incredible thickness brought – with each incremental in-stroke, the upper ridge of his penis drawing her labial lips inward, drawing his length across her clitoris.
And though slow and gentle to begin was their mantra, like any other woman, or couple for that matter, she sometimes craved sex that was spontaneous and rough. To be thrown down on the bed, her panties torn off, and ‘taken’. Truly fucked, and hard. This was difficult, but attainable, though such sessions typically ended with her squatting in the tub, splashing more cool water on her vulva, and unable to wear panties for the rest of the day.
One afternoon, while standing in front of his locker stall at the club, Luca received a bit of a strange text from Holly. “Take a selfie of ‘Mr. Anaconda’ and send it to me,” she wrote, referring to their pet name for his endowment, and adding a couple of blushing emojis. Despite her ravenous sexual appetite, it was a bit unlike her to ask for something like that. That said, Luca stepped into the small staff washroom for one, locked the door, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and unzipped his fly. Smirking to himself, he sent her a pic moments later.
A few minutes passed before another text arrived from Holly. “Do you have that one of Mr. Anaconda with me holding the measuring tape?” she asked, with more blushing emojis. He was embarrassed to admit that he did and sent it to her.
Yet another text arrived in his instant messenger inbox. “Got any more?”
“What’s going on?” he sent back.
“I’ll explain, just send a couple more if you have them,” replied Holly, more smiling emojis. He sent her one of him sitting on the edge of their bed and another of him sitting on the sofa, fully aroused, waiting for her to straddle him.
Luca was back at his stall, ready to leave when another text popped up. “I invited an artist friend over,” texted Holly. “We’re having a girly pyjama party, and she’s going to spend the night. I hope that’s okay.” Accompanying her text was a selfie of her and her friend, a beautiful raven-haired woman, both smiling at the camera. Both were dressed in just their bras and panties. “This is Emily,” she texted next. “I learned a new noun today, sweetie. ’Size queen’. Apparently, that’s what Emily is. Didn’t know it was a thing. She can’t wait to meet you. Hurry home. XOXOXO.”
It was the first time they’d ever invited another woman into their bed, but it wouldn’t be the last. An admitted veteran of some very well-endowed lovers, Emily was nevertheless another very tight squeeze for Luca. Similar to Holly, and despite the benefit of a liberal amount of lube, penetrating her was slow going, requiring several attempts.
For a while, he didn’t think he was going to be able to fit it inside her. He and Emily prevailed, however, and the three of them made love together well into the night, Holly eagerly exploring her latent bi-sexuality with Emily while Luca watched.
As summer gave way to fall, Holly and Luca were more in love than ever. As the weeks and months passed, Holly had gradually become more comfortable with going public in terms of their relationship. Initially nervous that her friends, especially her girlfriends, might judge her for the more than two-decade gap in their ages, and the potential for whispers of “cradle-robber”, she eventually made peace with it. If her friends did judge her for her relationship with Luca, they didn’t show it.
Holly’s girlfriends were actually more inclined to shower offer her a, “Nice work, girl!” than anything else; and girlfriends her own age or older were particularly envious of all the sex she was getting. Even Lisa, once she’d got over the shock that they were a couple and that it had been Holly’s house where she had spent that night with Luca, she was genuinely happy for her.
Lisa’s teasing was good-natured, and Holly always giggled at her friend’s cheeky comments about Luca’s age and the colossal size of his penis. To a woman, her female friends thought Luca was gorgeous and way too sexy for his own good. She kept the existence of ‘Mr. Anaconda’ private for the most part, though Lisa it turned out, was not as discreet.
The nights were still dry but becoming cooler when Luca surprised Holly by announcing to her that he’d made a dinner reservation for the two of them that Saturday evening. Ever the romantic, Luca had chosen the same romantic restaurant where he’d declared his love for her. That Saturday marking six months to the day since they’d met, and three months since he’d revealed that he was her online suitor.
They arrived together that Saturday evening and Luca had arranged for them to sit at the very same table as before. Luca’s thoughtfulness, attentiveness, chivalry, and romantic soul never failed to make her heart beat in her chest – holding the door for her, pulling out her chair, all the little gestures throughout the day that let her know he was thinking of her.
Having ordered their wine, Luca took his hand in hers, their eyes meeting. “Are you happy?” he asked.
“Very,” she replied. “Are you?”
“Every day is like a dream to me,” answered Luca. “It’s a dream I don’t ever want to end.”
“I feel the same way,” said Holly, smiling brightly. With that, Luca reached into the pocket of his stylish blazer and withdrew a delicate little box, pushing it across the table toward her. Holly’s eyes widened. She stared at the box, then looked up at Luca, her pulse racing.
“Open it,” he said. With trembling fingers, her heart in her throat, Holly open the small velvet ring box, revealing a gorgeous diamond wedding ring.
“Holly Prentice, will you marry me?” he asked, trying desperately to hold his voice steady. Wearing a low-cut, cherry red dress, Holly’s deep cleavage rose and fell with every breath.
“Luca Manzari, yes, I will,” she answered, beaming, her eyes welling with tears.
A month later, facing the ocean, in an intimate civil ceremony on the veranda of an upscale oceanside resort, surrounded by bouquets of red and yellow rose and blue irises, Holly Prentice became Mrs. Holly Manzari. Lisa and a young male friend of Luca’s, a fellow staff member at Holly’s club, stood as witnesses.
The groom was dressed in an elegant grey suit, the bride wore a strapless, white silk wedding dress with a white veil. She was forty-six, a divorcée, and a mother. He was twenty-four. Not of that seemed to matter. They were very much in love, and they were happy.
The four of them enjoyed a lovely dinner together, the newlyweds barely able to take their eyes off each other throughout. After a final glass of champagne on the patio, the soft technicolor shades of dusk transforming the light of the sky, Luca and Holly bid their friends goodnight. Holly and Lisa exchanged kisses on the cheek.
“Just in case you forgot,” whispered Lisa with a knowing wink, slipping a small bottle of lubrication into Holly’s purse. “I think you’re going to need it.”
Indeed, she would. For but moments later, in their penthouse honeymoon suite, they could restrain themselves no longer. No sooner had Luca ceremoniously carried her across the threshold than Holly was on her knees, bent over the edge of their marital bed, still wearing her veil, her silk wedding dress hiked above her behind, her lacy white panties cast to the floor. Seconds later, the bride, clenching her teeth, her manicured fingernails tightly clenching the bedsheets, whimpered and moaned loudly while the young groom assaulted her maidenhead with his oversized battering ram.
For the next forty-eight hours, husband and wife rarely ventured beyond the door of their honeymoon suite, declining the intrusions of housekeeping, surviving on room service and sex. In truth, Holly swallowed enough of Luca’s voluminous ejaculate that weekend to legitimately curb her appetite.
Such was the amount of cum on the sheets that a generous tip for housekeeping staff on departure was absolutely de rigueur. Oftentimes, when Luca withdrew from Holly’s pussy after he’d ejaculated, her labial lips would remain temporarily stretched in an open ‘O’, his semen running from her orifice, unhindered, in long, sticky streaks.
In the morning on their last day at the resort, Luca ventured out on a mission to find a pharmacy for some ointment to soothe Holly’s raw vagina.
Laying on her back on their bed in pink bra and panties, thighs provocatively parted, she sent him a bird’s eye selfie that prominently foregrounded her dazzling new diamond wedding ring. “Hurry back, Mr. Manzari, your wife, Mrs. Manzari, wants to wrap her pretty lips around your huge cock,” read the caption.
The following week, Holly’s heady feelings of bliss were countered by two difficult conversations. The first, with her ex-husband, was as expected. He accused her of being a ‘cougar’ and showing very poor judgement. She reminded him that his new girlfriend was also quite a bit younger, though admittedly the gap in their ages was not as conspicuous.
She pleaded with him to let her be the one to tell their son Matt when she was ready. Luca was only a year older than Matt, and the news was going to come as a huge shock. She would need a bit of time before she was ready for that conversation.
The second conversation was far more emotionally difficult. Luca had told his parents the news of their marriage, but Holly hadn’t spoken with Gabriella directly. Earlier in the year, Gabriella had welcomed the news of the budding friendship between her son and her best friend. But as it turned out, Luca had been circumspect thereafter, never revealing that it had become so much more than that. So, when the news that they had got married reached her, the shock was extreme.
Somehow, anger would have been easier for Holly to withstand, but Gabriella’s response, having had a week for the news that her best friend was now her daughter-in-law sink in, was one of hurt and betrayal. The call went on for some time, sometimes punctuated with tears on both sides. As a woman of the same age, though it was never said, Holly knew that Gabriella suspected her of being motivated by sex.
In the end, they agreed to give each other some time and space. Summoning all of her powers to express her heartfelt sincerity, she assured her friend that she loved her son with all of her heart, that they were both incredibly happy, and that their love was pure. In a world where that was all too rare and unattainable for so many, she hoped that meant something.
As fall bled into winter, and the days grew shorter, Holly and Luca settled into a happy state of marital bliss. It still pained them to be apart as much as it did when they first consummated their love for each other that day on the bathroom carpet. Their sex life remained in overdrive; the frequency of their lovemaking undiminished. A day did not pass that they did not have sexual intercourse at least once. With all that sex, Luca actually lost a bit of weight.
Much to her chagrin, Holly had actually gained weight. Looking at herself in the mirror, it was plain to see that her figure – already quite curvy – was becoming curvier. Though Holly thought it terribly unfair, Luca delighted in the fact that she had gone from a size 32GG bra to a size 32J, to a size 34JJ, in short order. That was one thing, that her jeans no longer fit right was downright irritating.
One afternoon, mid-December, after not feeling well for the better part of a week, Holly sat in the reception area of her doctor’s clinic. She sat staring out the window, lost in a daydream, feeling a general sense of contentment about all things.
“Mrs. Manzari?” called the receptionist. “The doctor will see you now.”
Hours later, Holly was back at home, still wrapped in a towel after her shower, digging through some boxes. Luca was at the club that day, a full slate of massage clients. She came across a box of holiday decorations. This would be their first holiday season together. She looked inside, spotting a white pretty ornament decorated with purples lilies.
She thought for a moment, then reached for her phone. Staring into her phone’s camera, holding the ornament in front of one of her heavy breasts, she let her towel drop, and took the pic. She sent it to Luca. “Do you think Lily is a nice name?” read the text. “I mean, for a girl, obviously. It’s from the flower, it means ‘pure’ and ‘passion’. Oh, by the way, you’re going to be a daddy.”
FINIS
