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Locked in Love Ch. 01
By Fantasizeandrealize
My wife, my High School Sweetheart passed away from cancer when we were only thirty-two years old. I was devastated and it took me almost a year to get things in order. There is so much red tape when a spouse passes, especially if you have bank accounts and property. We never had any children since she was always somewhat sickly and never got pregnant. After all the bureaucratic crap was completed, I started feeling lonely. I missed my wife’s dependence upon me and joined a support group for widows and widowers.
At just thirty-three years of age, I was by far the youngest attendee of this group of almost thirty people. The vast majority were older women. There were only two other men.
The woman who sat next to me reminded me of one of those stern, no-nonsense Tag Agency ladies. At about sixty, she was tallish for a woman. Her grayish black hair was cut short in a butchy hairstyle and she was overweight. However, it was firm flesh and did not sag like on most fat people. Her skin was nice though. I was thinking that all the extra weight kept it stretched out and prevented wrinkles. My former wife was almost anorexically thin, so this was different to me and I kept glancing at her throughout the meeting. There was just something magnetic about those rolls, those huge tits trying to break out of her blouse, that big huge round ass and thighs, that left the confines of her seat, and almost rubbed against me.
When the meeting ended, she introduced herself to me. I learned that her name was Elizabeth, and I found out that her former husband also passed away from cancer two years ago. She had a ton of advice for me and was so easy to talk to, even though she was probably the most assertive woman I ever met.
Elizabeth was also an energy bomb and loved to talk. This suited me fine, after being in a dead silent house for the past year. It turned out that she lived in an addition two streets over from me, so we were only about a five-minute drive, away from each other. We swapped phone numbers and began doing stuff together.
Elizabeth invited me over to dinner at her house. Her food was amazing. We went to a Scotfest together and started watching movies together in the evenings. In the two weeks since I met her my life felt fuller than ever. My former wife was quiet and meek and just liked to watch TV. Elizabeth liked to do everything!
It was great to have a friend again. All my friends had dropped away over the years and were busy with their families. Elizabeth was always available and wanted to do something fun every day. Elizabeth was not a pretty woman but she did exude a confident sexual appeal. With her being twenty-eight years older than me, I never expected anything sexual to happen with her. I just enjoyed filling my life with her company.
It was a little over two weeks since I met her and we had been together about a dozen times already. This Thursday, when I came over to her house after work, she met me as usual at the door and let me in. We exchanged little pleasantries and had plans to go to an arts festival downtown. That would not happen.
Elizabeth Sahabet pinned me against the wall, next to her front door and kissed me full on the lips. I was in shock but couldn’t do anything because I was trapped by her bulk. She was just as tall as me and probably weighed forty pounds more than me. Her full lips felt so soft against mine and her tongue, which aggressively worked its way into my mouth was so big and juicy. I got hard instantly and wrapped my arms around her big waist and kissed her back. She was not passive like my late wife. She was aggressive and overpowering. It was so exciting. We made out, like teenagers, by her front door, for five minutes with me submissively pinned to her wall, by her bulk. It was new and exciting.
Eventually Elizabeth broke off the make out session and exclaimed, “I need you to fuck the shit out of me!”
Her straight forward no-nonsense talk turned me on even more. My late wife was so passive and never initiated sex. Elizabeth, despite being nowhere near as pretty, as my late wife, made me feel desired and I agreed immediately. Elizabeth grabbed my hand and almost dragged me to her bedroom. There she wrapped her thick arms around me and mauled my mouth again. Eventually she shoved me onto the bed and undressed herself.
I got the hint and tore my own clothes off as fast as I could. Elizabeth beat me to it and jumped on me once I had my pants off but not my shirt. She just straddled me and my cock went right in. I felt smothered under her bulk as she started bouncing on me and just loved it. We only fucked for a few minutes before I felt my shirt flooded by her squirt. This turned me on and I came so hard. It was the first time in almost four years that I had sex with someone and not my hand. It was glorious.
Elizabeth stayed on top of me after we both came and I could feel my huge load leaking out and sliming up my cock and balls. It was so nasty and erotic. She made out softly with me planting kisses on my ears, neck, cheeks and lips.
“I needed that so bad.” She whispered into my ear.
I agreed, and replied that it was awesome, as my cock started getting hard again.
“What do we have here?” She asked, reaching a hand between us and feeling my hard slimy cock. “You are just what I need a strong, young virile man.”
She put my cock into her twat again and started rocking way again. I wrapped my hands around her huge ass cheeks as she rode me and marveled and how great they felt in my hands. Elizabeth was not pretty but she felt great!
I lasted a lot longer this time before having another great orgasm. Elizabeth flooded me with her squirts twice more. We never made it to the arts festival but that was fine by me.
Eventually we got up and showered together, watched a movie and I stayed the night. I had the best night of sleep ever nestled in her bulk. After that night, I spent all my non-working time with Elizabeth and slept with her every night. We fucked like rabbits every day. We tried every position; I ate out her hairy gash multiple times and fucked her in the ass. She loved to give me blow jobs and swallowed. Sahabet Giriş We did so much kinky stuff. Life was great!
Three weeks after we started fucking Elizabeth presented her ass to me and said, “I want you to eat my ass.”
I had never done that before. Looking at her lying on the bed, spreading her huge cellulite rippled ass cheeks apart, with her hole peeking at me, from behind a thick covering of fur, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Elizabeth was very disappointed in my refusal.
“Do you know what your problem is?” she asked.
“You have been getting to much great sex, and you are just not hungry anymore. Well I got a solution for that.”
Elizabeth scooted her bulk over to the bedside dresser and removed a steel cage that looked like a cock.
“You are going to wear this until you are hungry enough.” She said with an assertive smirk.
I really did not know what she was up to, but everything had been great with her up to this point so I just went along when she caged my cock in the devise and locked it shut.
“Now, since you won’t eat my ass, eat my pussy instead.” She aggressively commanded.
I was happy to oblige and spent the next half hour on my knees at the side of the beat licking her big gash to multiple orgasms. Her cunt was big wrinkly and covered in thick black and grey fur. It was not pretty but I loved feasting on it. I sucked on her smooth sensitive taint, which was the only part not covered on fur. I licked up the length of her swampy gash. I sucked on her fat fur covered outer labia and her pink inner labia flaps. I stuck my nose and tongue far inside her depths and savored her wetness and I nibbled, sucked and licked her huge clit. I loved servicing her crotch. The whole time my cock was in pain trying to get hard in its new cage.
Eventually, Elizabeth shoved my head away, “Enough!” she rasped throatily, “You have eaten the life out of me.”
“Can you release him now, so that I can fuck you?” I asked, as she laid on the bed satiated.
“You had your chance, and you blew it.” She replied sternly, “Lets see how you behave tomorrow.”
We slept together that night, like every other night in the past three weeks. Elizabeth spooned me from behind. It made me feel so protected and desired in her thick arms, but I was horny as hell and did not get much sleep.
For the next six days, Elizabeth presented me her ass to eat but I couldn’t do it. My stomach just churned at the though of sticking my tongue in a poop chute. Elizabeth still had me eat her steamy cunt every night and even rode the strap on chin dildo, that she made me wear. She was getting just as many orgasms as ever, and didn’t seem to mind the new situation. I was still having a great time with her and my inability to orgasm was a small price to pay for her friendship. Secretly, I also liked this game. I was always aware of the heavy steel cage encasing my cock, and it reminded me that Elizabeth owned it. In its way, it was very arousing.
On that sixth evening after work, I was so horny that I agreed to her demand.
Elizabeth jumped with joy and I admired Sahabet Güncel Giriş how all her bulk jiggled up and down. She quickly got on the bed. She positioned herself on her knees with her ass at the edge of the bed. Her chest and face rested on the mattress and she spread her huge cellulite rippled ass cheeks apart. It was so sexy and my cock strained in its confines. I loved how round and full her ass was in that bent over position.
My stomach still churned at what I was about to do, as I got on my knees behind her. I could see her brown hole leering at me through the gray and black fur that partially covered it. I decided to close my eyes and just go for it. I ran my tongue up her fury crack from taint to lower back. It smelled a little earthy and soapy from her recent shower but the taste was bland.
With a little more courage now, I started licking through the fur and exploring her hole. Elizabeth let go of her large cheeks and they closed around my head, trapping me in. My whole world was now her ass. I licked and sucked on her hole exploring every crinkle of that camera shutter. It didn’t taste bad, and I felt stupid for having refused her before. Yet, I still felt very humiliated for doing this dirty act. But somehow this humiliation was turning me on, and I felt a perverse sense of pride in serving Elizabeth’s asshole.
“Get that tongue inside!” I heard her command.
I worked it in as deep as it would go and pushed it in and out. When I got tired, I lightly licked around the hole and then tongued it some more. Ten minutes into my eating her ass, Elizabeth pulled her cheeks apart and rolled over onto her back.
“That was marvelous sweetheart!” She praised, “You deserve to be unlocked.”
She removed the chain, with the key, from her neck, and unlocked the cage. My cock sprung to full staff as soon as she took it off. I was so horny, I just pushed her over and fucked her missionary. It had been six days since I came and I blew my load in less than a minute. Her pussy felt that great!
Elizabeth held me in her arms and gently stroked my head as I recovered from my earth-shattering orgasm.
When I recovered and kissed her, she stated, “I am all worked up and still haven’t cum. Be a dear and eat me to a few great ones.”
I was appalled and replied, “No way! I just blew a huge load in there. Go shower first and I will do it.”
“Taking a shower will cool my excited state.” Elizabeth replied, “Besides I have swallowed your loads many times. You see, you have been getting too much easy sex and are not appreciative of what I do for you. We will put the cage back on until you fix your ways.”
“I am not wearing that cage again.” I replied.
“Well then, you can leave.” She stated coldly.
“I will.” I stated defiantly. I pulled my underwear up over my slimy cock, finished dressing and left.
I spent the next two weeks heartbroken and bored. I also kind of missed the cage. It seemed to remind me that my cock belonged to Elizabeth and I liked that. Igot on a few dating apps but no women seemed appealing or were willing to meet with me. I missed Elizabeth. She filled my life and I missed her dearly.
I broke down and called her.
“I am so glad to hear from you.” She coed, over the phone, making me feel so good inside.
“Why don’t you come over so we can talk.” She asked, but it sounded more like a command.
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