Marsella’s defiance

The door closed and the anxiety and inhibition washed off Marsella like a waterfall. She held Matt’s lips against hers and they stumbled into the room until Matt’s back rested against a wall. He didn’t stay there long, pushing her back with heat. Marsella gasped when she hit the wall and Matt bodied up against her, lips melting together with increasing passion and his hands eagerly exploring her mostly exposed figure.

Matt tasted both familiar and brand new all at once. The excitement of a new partner was palpable but his kiss was comforting, like she had been kissing him for years. She was alone in another man’s room for the first time since she’d gotten married and she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. She wanted to do everything with Matt and the fantasies coursed through her mind like a river that had just broken through a dam.

Matt pulled one of Marsella’s legs up around his waist. His hand crept up her thigh, squeezing it every few seconds until it had slipped under the bottoms of Marsella’s bikini and fully grasped around her generous ass. Their kiss settled from fast and furious into a deep, slow passion befitting the privacy they finally secured. She sucked gently on his tongue, employing all the techniques she knew he would love when she had his cock between her full lips.

She had no idea what she was in for. But neither did Matt.

They fell onto the bed. Matt’s lips slid down her face to her collarbones, nibbling on her flesh toward her enormous breasts. She squirmed beneath him, hands drifting over his back and into his hair. He slides between her tits, both hands groping at the soft pillowy flesh and tugging her bikini aside. He moans softly and kisses them, lingering in her chest.

As Matt sucks her nipples, one at a time, Marsella realizes how insanely wet she is. She’d needed lube for almost every sexual interaction for years, a symptom of barely enjoying her marriage, but she was so wet that she could feel it dripping out from beneath her bikini and onto the bed beneath her. Her nipples stood erect and Matt’s touch created waves of warmth that seemed to crash and fill her tits with lust.

Matt pulled the older blonde toward the edge of the bed, her ass just barely hanging over. He threw her legs over his shoulder and dove between them, kissing her thighs and teasing the edges of her bikini with his mouth. Marsella could hardly breathe, squirming at every kiss, goosebumps forming under his warm breaths.

Matt couldn’t wait to take off her bottoms. He slipped them aside and saw her for the first time. Her folds glistened, already visibly quivering, between her legs. Lips peaked from between soft, plump mounds, hinting at the tight passage inside. There wasn't a trace of hair anywhere, though only because her husband demanded she be shaven at all times.

Matt moaned and dragged his tongue through Marsella’s pretty little pussy. She moaned, loud, nearly bursting right then. He shivered between her legs, holding them apart while his thumbs held her lips open for his mouth. He tasted and probed her, teasing her gently. Marsella bit her lip and whimpered.

He felt so, so good. She wouldn’t be able to resist him very long, and she had no intentions of holding back today.

She came in less than a minute. A real, true orgasm quickly took over after so many years of waiting. His soft touch against her clit was too much. Marsella creamed herself and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Matt didn’t even pause, tongue flicking at her love button over and over, mouth forming a soft smile as he tasted her orgasm.

“Oh my god...” she finally muttered after a long, perfect moment.

She giggled, now too sensitive to let Matt continue. She pulled him away, legs squeezing together and cutting off his tongue.

“I wasn’t done yet,” he teased.

“Who said we were done?” she said breathlessly.

She crawled backwards until she could fully settle into the bed. Matt hovered over her, hands braced by her torso. She pulled him into a kiss and immediately they fell into making out. The sharp feminine taste of her heat was on his lips and for once it didn’t make Marsella want to vomit, though it had been so long since a man had gone down on her and kissed her like this.

They stripped each other naked and Marsella giggled when Matt’s cock twitched free. She was about to pull him up to her mouth when it began to grow a second time.

Matt was prepared for it, like always. He grinned and waited for Marsella to notice. The initial reaction was always so satisfying.

Marsella couldn’t believe her eyes. He was enormous, and still growing. Her eyes followed his cockhead as it throbbed with his heat, monstrous and thick.

“Matt...?” she whimpered, unable to look away.

Marsella’s mind went blank. She couldn’t fathom what she was seeing. His titanic cock heaved in front of her, too big even to fit in her mouth or, frankly, any other part of her. Matt seemed completely unconcerned and every moment that passed eased her anxiety, though she couldn’t explain why. She wanted it with a growing desperation.

Matt pushed Marsella back and settled between her legs, easing her by looking into her eyes so she could see his lust and his sprouting love. He watched her closely, savoring her heat and the wild desire in her eyes. He pushed his hips forward, prodding at her little pussy, expecting it to resist penetration.

It didn’t. He slipped into her easily and they both gasped. Her pussy stretched around and pulled him in, coiling and squeezing around his huge cock. The bulge in her belly extended through her abdomen and stopped in her chest and Matt realized that his hips had met Marsella’s.

Matt looked down in shock. Marsella’s chest heaved as she fought for breath, sopping pussy flexing around the monstrous cock that filled it. It was his turn to doubt the sight. He had easily fit inside Marsella, the only resistance working to increase his pleasure instead of keep him out.

They pair looked at each other for a moment and then their animal instincts took over.

Matt fucked his new lover with long, aggressive strokes that he’d never been able to experience. He was just as lost in the moment as Marsella. She moaned and writhed beneath him, holding him tight and shaking with each hard thrust.

It felt too good for Matt to think so he wouldn’t realize how much of the spell had been focused on Marsella.

He didn’t know her body was now perfectly suited to take him and feel him and love him. He didn’t know how she would crave it.

He also didn’t know how ready her womb was, either, though that wouldn’t matter just yet.

Marsella bounced against Matt’s relentless hips. She held her tits, keeping them in place until the pleasure was so overwhelming she could do nothing except flail in Matt’s arms. Matt watched her huge tits bounce, fueling him to fuck her that much harder. He felt her cum but the increased pressure around his giant cock didn't stop him, it just felt so, so good.

Marsella felt Matt fall into her, lips sloppily finding hers. He buried his cock inside her with finality and they both moaned together as he released his orgasm inside her. They held each other tight while his seizing balls blasted his cum into her, a firehose of thick semen that roared with his heat. The stream exploded into Marsella’s aching womb like a faucet that finally builds up enough pressure to blow a pipe.

The bulge of Matt’s cock in Marsella’s abdomen ballooned with his giant orgasm. She refused to release the kiss, holding his face against hers until he got the hint and slowly began to stroke his giant manhood through her cum-soaked cunt. In no time they were fucking again, louder this time, moaning together with lust.

Marsella came again and again, hardly able to recover from each orgasm before Matt fucked her right back off the edge of pleasure into another. Her belly was bouncing with Matt’s cum, excess semen splashing from her sopping hole onto the bed.

Matt’s mind was on fire. He’d never been able to fuck like this. Not even Lucy would handle this much heat for so long. Marsella kissed him hard, with barely contained lust, writhing beneath him and creaming herself over as over. When he came a second time he thought, for maybe a thousandth of a second, that he wished he could impregnate the cumming blonde screaming for his cock.

That was all the spell needed.

Even after the second creampie and untold orgasms from Marsella they pair couldn’t stop. Matt took Marsella from behind next, leaning over her back to kiss her neck and pull her hair, fucking her with the bottom few inches of his cock. Her pussy nearly drained when they switched positions, coating her legs with Matt’s spunk. The rest slowly vanished from the sheets as they continued to fuck.

Neither could form words, their passion evident enough in their moans and the mingling of their limbs. Both were covered in sweat. Their bodies seemed joined by more than their momentary passion, like a link brought them together and now would not let go.

Matt roared and dumped his third orgasm into Marsella’s desperate womb. She came with him, her mind scrambled with the sheer amount of pleasure he was fucking into her while her body bulged with his immense cock and the incredible volume of cum he could produce.

They collapsed after that, Marsella still impaled by Matt’s meat. He held her tight, fondling her soft breasts as they fell into a heap. She pulled him into an awkward kiss, passionate and wet despite the difficult angle. Eventually Matt pulled free of her pussy, an avalanche of semen following until her tight lips closed and sealed the rest of his heat inside.

“Oh my god, Matt...” she muttered as he pulled her around and into his arms.

“Marsella...” he said, kissing her slowly.

Nothing more needed to be said. They held each other, naked and sweaty, for a long moment. The room smelled badly of sex but neither cared. Matt buried his face in Marsella’s hair, stroking her abdomen slowly.

Marsella is a smart woman. She quickly put together several facts:

Her husband had asked for a spell that still had not been delivered.

Matt was hung like a beast that her body should never have been able to handle, yet it resulted in the greatest pleasure she had even dreamed of experiencing.

The spell must have created Matt’s gifts. She decided she would discover the truth while she kissed him, memorizing his lips and the way he held her.

She knew how to reach that damned wizard. It could wait until Cedric pulled her away from this little vacation, but she was going to call him. She couldn’t let Matt walk away forever. She couldn’t give up the tiny amount of freedom she had enjoyed the last few days.

Marsella was no longer resigned to her husband and the life he had forced her into. She would free herself from his jealousy.

Her first act of true defiance after making this decision was to guide her teen lover’s enormous cock back into her aching little cunt...