Bagging a Runaway Bride

(Hi All, Withness here. Better late than never. Sorry for the wait. If anybody is wondering, this contribution was inspired by 'A Crack in Reality' by Mr Nice Guy. It was one of the first stories I liked and Favorited on the site and I enjoy the general themes it uses to this day. Please enjoy and as always, comments and feedback is welcome.)

"Let's just get home and then this entire frigging day can be over. I have to walk the dogs anyway." Wendell muttered to himself as he drove to his apartment.

Thinking about it, he still had to unpack. He'd only been at this place for a few weeks and while he had the essentials set up, he was still pulling clothes out of a cardboard box to put on every day before going to work. Frylock and Rex had all their own stuff out with their toys, food bowls and leashes, but he really needed to actually set up the rest of his stuff and admit he was living there for the foreseeable future now.

"Just drive home, Wendell." The middle-aged man was in a sore mood and getting back to some peace and quiet would be a big help to his mental health. He'd left work early today, losing out on some hours because his hypocritical, shrill, skank of an ex wife had decided one o'clock on a Wednesday would be a perfect time to sign the divorce papers and have them witnessed by their lawyers. He knew she was doing it just to be petty and he did his level best to stay calm and civil even as she took every opportunity to needle at him and try to get a rise out of him. She'd gotten the house, the car, half the bank account and a chunk of what little of his 401k he'd managed to build up, but he was tired of her and telling himself that he was buying peace of mind and paying for her permanent absence from his life became his mantra to keep him sane through the whole ordeal. At least she'd let him keep the dogs. Katie had never been a pet person and she was probably glad to never see them again. Wendell had always suspected something was up with his wife and her 'friend' from work, but he hadn't been able to prove anything until the divorce proceedings were already underway and he'd spotted them making out in the lawyer's parking lot just before getting into his car (now hers) and driving away. He'd kicked and drank himself into a stupor for a day or two after that, but he decided that having her out of his life and getting the dogs was a best case scenario for him.

Still ruminating on his change in life circumstances, Wendell was distracted by a sight you don't see everyday. It was late afternoon and he was beating the rush hour traffic, but right now he was more concerned about the young woman hurrying down the sidewalk. Whoever she was, she was a looker and the closer he got, the more he felt secure in that estimation. Slowing down his vehicle a few degrees, he noted her long, black hair spilling out from under her white veil and down the pale, bare back. Her walk was equal parts rushing shuffle and supermodel strut. Her slim figure in her form-hugging, white wedding dress hinted at some obscene curves and when she turned to look around herself, her eyes fell on Wendell's old beater and her expression changed. Without hesitation, the woman stepped to the edge of the sidewalk and waved a hand at him.

Wondering if she was nuts or this was some bizarre setup, Wendell checked his rear view mirror to make sure he was not about to rear-ended and pulled over to the side. The young bride immediately stepped up to the passenger side and Wendell had to lean over to roll the window down. "Oh my god, Mr. Wags, you are a sight for sore eyes! Can you give me a ride?"

Now that she was quite literally leaning over into his vehicle, Wendell reassessed his earlier thought of the girl being a looker and redesignated her as 'stupidly gorgeous'. She would make any man, and some women, lose IQ points from how attractive she was. She could ask him to give her his limbs and he'd happily be looking for a table saw. She was Asian, but he couldn't tell if she was more Chinese, Japanese or something else, but he wasn't really that concerned at the moment. With her worried expression and the way she was leaning forward, he had a eyeful of her expansive cleavage threatening to spill out of her low-cut dress with a deep breath and immediately averted his gaze. "Um, I-I'm sorry, do I know you?"

The young woman sounded confused and a note of additional worry crept into her clear, smooth voice. "Mr. Wags, it's me, Betty. Don't you remember me? I used to work with Megan in the Accounting Department?"

At the mention of his ex, Wendell did feel the gears in his head start to turn. He vaguely remembered Megan talking about some 'trashy Asian slut', but he'd chalked that up to standard female bitchiness. He definitely was not getting bitch vibes from her right now. "Betty, right!" he said, leaning over to unlock the door and let her in. "I don;t think we ever got formally introduced."

As she clambered into the passenger seat, tugging in her mass of frilled skirts and tucking the various folds and lace in, she closed the door and stated gracefully, "We actually met at that company barbecue. Megan introduced us. How have you been?"

"Right, right." Wendell responded absently, wondering what the actual hell was going on that he suddenly had a stunning Asian bride sitting in this car. Given her style and the obvious quality of both the girl and her wardrobe, he wondered why she wasn't in a limo right now. Remembering he was driving someplace and had now picked up a worried passenger, he asked her, "Where can I take you?"

Betty's face fell and she lowered her head to cup her forehead with one hand and took a few deeps breaths. Anywhere away from her is fine. I'll go wherever you were going."

Figuring it would be best to get moving and clarify an actual destination later, Wendell merged into traffic and started heading home. He gave his new passenger a few minutes and fussed with his radio before finally breaking the ice. "Sooo, is congratulations in order?"

Betty gave a breathless bark of a laugh and he decided to try a different tack. "Or would it be best to ask if I should be happy or not happy?"

The young woman finally straightened up and leaned back in the seat. "It's fine. I got cold feet, he had cold feet. We talked and decided this wasn't going to work out. We were both caught up in the inertia of the relationship and getting married was more a thing thing we thought we were supposed to do. We didn't really feel like actually doing it."

Wendell shrugged. "I guess it's better to figure that out before you say 'I do'."

She covered her face with her hands for a moment before saying, "That's true. Of course I panicked and once he said he'd deal with everyone and there would be no hard feelings I asked if it was ok for me to go. He said sure and I ran out without grabbing my purse, or my phone or, shit, anything. Fuck."

"You could use my phone." Wendell offered, gesturing to his device sitting in a cup holder.

"Thanks, but I can't talk to anyone right now. My parents are going to be pissed. His parents will be pissed. My friends will be at the very least irritated, and I can't face anyone for a few hours."

Pondering a best course of action while his address got closer, he offered an option. "Well, I was heading home and planning to pig out on pizza and lose some brain cells in front of the TV. You're welcome to join me for a few slices and take some time to get your thoughts together."

Betty smiled at him and replied softly. "Thank you so much, I think I'll take you up on that."

With that said, it didn't take long until Wendell got them to his place and they were standing in his bedroom. Showing her his closet and the boxes of clothes he still hadn't unpacked, he gestured and said, "You might have to dig around for something suitable, but you're welcome to anything in there."

Stepping up to him, Betty gave him a big hug. Due to her greater height compared to him in addition to her heels, he was treated to a face full of pale, heaving cleavage, but she didn't seem to notice. "Oh, Wendell, thank you so much!" The man stepped away, feeling a blush that he hadn't felt in years in addition to a raging boner when Betty stopped him for a moment. "Before you go, could you help me with something?" Turning so her back was to him, she asked, "Could you unzip me?"

Feeling more and more like a horny teenager, Wendell reached out with one hand and pulled the small, metal tab down on the longest unzipping of his life. Once Betty felt the air on her back and lack of restriction, she did a little wiggle of her shapely hips and her white dress fell to the ground to pool around her matching stilettos. Giving a sigh of relief, Betty raised one hand to cup her large, flawless rack and looked over her shoulder to smile at her middle-aged host. "Thanks a lot, Wendell. It feels so much better out of that dress."

For his part, Wendell was desperately hoping that she didn't see his reaction to having a nearly naked Asian bombshell standing in the middle of his bedroom. Besides her heels and lace veil, she'd skipped wearing a bra and her only other clothing was a tiny, white g-string that neatly bisected her bouncy ass cheeks and had her looking like the sexiest woman Wendell could ever imagine.

Stammering out while backing away and trying to tear his eyes away from her spectacular body, Wendell willed his boner to subside to no avail, "Right, I'll just, uh, be" in his haste to escape an embarrassing situation, he backed into a wall, "Oof, guh, I'm out, going...!"

After watching Wendell practically running out of the room, Betty, still holding her gravity-defying tits, gave the vacant door a thoughtful, concerned look and turned to dig through the boxes of clothes.

While his guest was making herself decent, Wendell debated between retreating into the bathroom to beat one out to the sight he'd just been treated with or getting dinner. His dogs, Frylock and Rex decided for him and fussed for some attention and food. Checking their bowls, Frylock still had plenty of food and water, but Rex was running low in both. Glancing at the clock on the stove, he saw it was their dinner time anyway and fed them and refilled Rex's bowls. "Alright you gluttons, here's dinner." The dogs proceeded to gobble their meals down.

While the pooches ate, Wendell ordered a Chicago-style pizza and popped in a DVD to pass the time and try to distract himself from his gorgeous guest. As he paid for the food, he was startled by a soft, feminine voice clearing their throat while the pizza delivery guy froze and stared. Wondering if he was about to get a knife in thee back, Wendell turned and immediately understood why the delivery guy paused.

Betty was standing next to the couch, dressed in one of his button up shirts, but with it almost halfway unbuttoned. Her greater height and incredible bust meant the shirt only just reached past her waist and she was only wearing a pair of what he recognized as his boxers. But like his shirt, her curvy hips and bubbly ass filled the underwear to a tight capacity.

"Dude, nice work!" the pizza boy exclaimed as Wendell ushered him out with an eye roll.

Setting the pizza on the table and trying to keep his gaze on appropriate places like her face or, well, there really wasn't any other place he could look without getting turned on.

"You look...comfy." Wendell ventured, fetching some paper plates and paper towels from the kitchen and handing some to Betty.

Taking in her current ensemble, she laughed. "I guess I did go for a lounging about style huh? I look like your girlfriend or wife in this getup, don't I?"

Letting out a chuckle of his own, Wendell replied, "I would be so lucky."

The pair chuckled as they settled down and ate and Betty was the first to break the ice. "So, I really appreciate you putting up with me for a few hours, but would it be ok if I crashed here tonight? I'll take the couch."

Trying to keep his eyes off of her cleavage as she leaned towards him to talk, he said, "You can take the bed and I'll make a nest on the floor. The dogs like to cuddle anyway."

"I'm sure they do, da widdle cooties." Betty chuckled while petting Frylock. "But I'm serious. I'm not going to kick a guy out of his own bed just because I got cold feet."

Wendell was opening his mouth to protest that it was the gentlemanly thing to do, but Betty beat him to the punch. "I insist. If you really want to do something for me tomorrow, you can help me move out of my ex-fiancee's place."

Realizing she wasn't about to budge on this, he conceded. "Alright, but depending on how early you want to go, we should probably turn in soon."

Giving a smile that would chase clouds away, Betty agreed. "You got it."

True to her word, Betty slept on the couch and Wendell got his own bed with the dogs that night and bright and early in the morning, the pair was driving to the apartment Betty shared with her ex-fiancee.

Getting to the place, Betty (back in her wedding gown) knocked on the door and was greeted by a perky blonde. "Oh, Betty, you're back!" Looking sympathetic, the girl added, "I heard the news about you and Dave. I was crushed."

The two ladies shared a quick hug and Betty asked as she stepped in, "Thanks Maggie. Were you waiting for me?"

The smaller blonde shifted uncomfortably. "Actually, um, David was really shaken up and the other guests didn't take it too well when the wedding was called off, so I stuck around to help him explain things and wrap up the party when everything was done." Taking a deep breath, she continued, "And by the time it was all said and done, we were both exhausted and he offered to take me home, but he was dead on his feet too, so...one thing led to another and..."

Betty quirked an eyebrow wordlessly at the blonde, who quickly let out the rest. "I swear we only fucked six or seven times! He was so pent up and I was really nervous and-"

The tall Asian held up one hand and the blonde stopped talking. "It's alright Maggie, I know you've always had a thing for him. And as far as I'm concerned, I lost any right to tell him who he can or can't stick his dick in the moment I left the party. I'm happy for you both, really."

"Really?!" the bubbly blonde asked, eyes brimming with hope.

Betty actually giggled and responded, "Yes, really. Now go...fuck some more or something." She said with a laugh while making a shooing motion. "I'll try to be quick in grabbing my stuff."

With a giggle of her own, Maggie bounced into the living room and Betty gestured for Wendell to follow he into the bedroom.

"Well, it's nice to see you have such strong friendships." he commented.

Opening up a few drawers and the closet to take stock of where her wardrobe was, Betty answered casually, "Maggie has been friends with Dave and I before we even became a couple, she's cool. And I know they'll be a great couple together now that Dave and I aren't a thing anymore." Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Betty turned her back to Wendell again and asked, "Can you unzip me one more time? I want to change out of this dress and into something more comfortable."

Feeling an odd sense of deja vu, Wendell complied and was treated yet again to the sight of a gorgeous, tall Asian woman in just her g-string and heels.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Betty covered her large tits with one arm while bending at the waist to lean into the closet and pluck out a pair of bags. Handing one to Wendell, she inadvertently rubbed her perfect ass against his rising boner, but she didn't seem to notice. "Be a doll and empty the third and bottom drawer into this bag please. Don't worry about folding stuff, just grab and pack. I'll sort it out later."

Grateful for any excuse to turn away from the casual strip show, Wendell immediately rethought his strategy when he saw the rainbow of lace and strings in the drawers. Telling himself it was just cloth, he started scooping up handfuls to dump into the bag he was given and soon heard from behind him, "I hate to be a bother, but while you're there, could you toss me a pair of panties?"

His eyes glanced in a hurry over the options and he plucked up a sky blue g-string before holding it behind him. His companion liked his choice however and exclaimed in a delighted voice, "Oh, this one is actually one of my favorite ones! You know me so well already. Or you just have great taste." Another giggle from Betty and he returned to packing the bag. For minutes the room was quiet and he finally had to speak up if only to have some noise besides Betty shuffling through her closet.

"I don't see any bras or things like that here. It's all bottoms. Am I missing something?"

"Huh?" she answered. "Oh, I don't have any bras except for a couple of lingerie pieces here in the closet. I don't like to or need to wear any anyway, I'm always perky, despite being a G-cup. Weird, huh?"

He didn't think before blurting out, "You don't wear bras?!"

"Nah. That actually really pissed off some of my old employers. Didn't Katie ever tell you I was a model?"

"Really?" he asked.

Another giggle, "Yeah, check it out."

Without thinking, Wendell turned around and saw that she had made herself decent, but not by much. Her huge rack was encased in a narrow strip of elastic cloth that had her showing both cleavage and underboob. she'd thrown on a pleated miniskirt that was as narrow as the top and every step would not only threaten to flash her panties, but the strings of her underwear were already showing on the sides and back of her skirt. Instead of her white heels, she'd thrown on a more sensible, but still sexy pair of heeled sandals and pulled her hair back in a simple ponytail, letting the natural beauty of her face shine like the sun on a cloudy day. Taking in the sight before him, Wendell saw that Betty had struck a model pose, hands propping up her already impossibly perfect and large breasts while arching her back and tilting her hips to give off a very 'look how hot and fuckable I am' aura.

"Yeah, Ann Summers, Victoria's Secret, Vera Wang, I posed for some big names. But they all wanted to put the girls in some uncomfortable things." Another chuckle. "I was telling them, 'look, the bras look great, but I don't like wearing them, the girls want to bounce and be free'."

"Well, that's...something." Wendell replied.

"Right?" Betty said, dropping one last armful of clothes in her bag. "Alright, I think that's everything. Ready?"

Taking a look at the pile of g-strings, thongs and lacy, cheek-hugger panties, he shrugged. "I think so?"

"Sweet, let's go." Grabbing a bag and letting Wendell carry the other one, the pair stopped in the living room so Betty could say goodbye to David and they walked in on something unexpected.

On the couch was Betty's ex. He looked like a fit, twenty something Asian man himself. Handsome and dignified, it was easy to see why he and Betty were a thing. Anyone would be forgiven for thinking his empty expression and lack of reaction to Wendell and Betty walking into the room was simply a ploy to stay stoic and not break down in front of the woman he was supposed to be married to a day ago. The reason for his distant demeanor was much more obvious once one looked down though. Maggie was still in the apartment and when Betty had mentioned she'd had a 'thing' for David, she had not been kidding. The blonde was stripped nude and kneeling down in front of him with her blonde hair bouncing in his lap.

"I know this doesn't make up for me getting cold feet, but I'm glad we were together for a time and I know Maggie will make you a lot happier than I ever did." Betty stated, seemingly not paying attention to the fact her ex was getting a blowjob from her best friend.

Wendell was busy alternating goggling at the sight on the couch and trying not to stare. A tap on his shoulder and quick smile from Betty broke his trance and he followed her out the door.

Once they'd packed her stuff in his car, he asked, "Where to?"

A sigh from her and a hopeful look and she answered, "I know I've been a huge imposition, but could I crash at your place for a day or two?"

"Sure."

Driving back to his apartment, Wendell heard Betty making some calls to her parents, to David's parents and to her friends. Basically, everyone who might be affected by their breakup. After touching base with everyone *(which took until they were back at his place) Betty sighed, plugged her phone in to charge and plopped down on the couch next to Wendell. "Ugh, this day has been a doozy, but not as bad as I'd feared."

Gesturing to the box of leftover pizza from last night sitting on the coffee table in front of them, Wendell asked, "Pizza?"

"Sure, thanks." Betty replied. "Hey, I just want to say sorry for having to see that. David is usually quiet, but I thought we both needed some closure, just some final words so we can both move on with our lives without wondering what might have been."

"It was...odd," Wendell allowed, "but I can understand why you needed some final words. He did seem kind of...distracted."

"Oh, with Maggie blowing him?" Betty chuckled. "That was actually one of our things. He'd be tweaking some project for work, or playing a video game or even just watching TV and I'd kneel down and go to town. I really liked it when we went on road trips together." Another chuckle, "He got SO MUCH roadhead."

Wendell didn't know how to respond and could only get out an uncertain, "Lucky guy?"

"I know it might seem different, but when I'm with a guy, I am completely and totally with him. I'm loyal, I'm devoted and he's the center of my world. The trade off of that though, is that he is now responsible for tending to my urges and I have a VERY HIGH sex drive. When I'm in a relationship, I want to fuck all the time."

"That's...good to know?" he didn't know what she was on about.

"Sooo, can I suck your dick?" Betty asked.

Wendell almost choked on the bite he'd been chewing on. Betty patiently waited for his coughing fit to be over and him to respond. "What the hell?! What kind of question is that?!"

Betty shrugged, shameless and smiled at him with one elegantly manicured hand trailing over his thigh and up to his crotch. "It's the kind of question you ask to the sexy nice guy who's been helping me out and who has not been picking up on my hints."

"What?!"

"Please," the statuesque Asian hottie's hand was delicately opening his fly and she scooted closer to snuggle up to him, bringing her mouth to his ear to murmur with her hot breath brushing the side of his face. "I know you're an ass man. Why do you think I kept bending over and wanted you to go through my underwear drawer. If I thought you were into boobs, I'd be shoving my tits in your face 24/7." As if to emphasize her point, she sat up enough to do just that, brushing her peerless rack against his face. "Or are you more into tits than ass?"

Wendell was baffled at this situation. What the hell was going on here? "Betty, what..what's happening here?"

"I told you. I really, really wanna fuck and the guy I want to devote my body, my soul, my mind and especially my holes to is you." Her hand found it's way into his pants and she took a very expert and familiar grip of his cock. Feeling the soft, warm touch of her hand on his aching boner caused Wendell's hips to buck up into the cylinder of her hand. She giggled. "I want to drain your fucking balls dry. I want to guzzle your spunk like champagne and I want you to know what my asshole feels like when you're blowing your load in it."

At this point, Wendell was caught between thinking she was nuts and try to get out of her confident grip and letting her have her way with him. "Betty, you-we..."

"C'mon," she cajoled, using her free hand to tug her tube top down with a teasing smirk. Her breasts were glorious. Bouncing free with a nubile energy that would make a teenager cheerleader jealous. Her nipples were small and pale pink, hard in evidence of her arousal. Besides being impossibly perky, they were big and round, rivaling her head for how large they were. "I didn't pull my hair back in a ponytail because I wanted a simple hairstyle. I did it," she leaned in to brush her full rack against his turgid meat, "because I wanted," Wendell groaned when he felt the softness of her lips press against the side of his purple helmet. "to give you," another kiss to the other side, "a joystick to guide me, while" a gentle kiss to the tip, leaking precum, "I play with your joystick." Her tongue came out and swirled around the tip, both smearing his liquid around and swiping some of it back into her mouth. "Let me suck your dick, please? I really" another tongue swipe, making him moan and her smile, "REALLY want your cock in my mouth. Just fuck my face. I promise I'll be a good," she dipped her head down and Wendell let out a grunt when he felt her lips close around his head for a second. "needy little fuck slut. Pleeaasseee?"

Without waiting any more, Betty plunged her mouth down and had him almost to the base in her hot mouth on the first stroke.

"Holy shit!" Wendell grunted, not sure where to put his hands and trying to keep his hips from bucking up. His Asian bombshell of a guest didn't have that problem however and reached out with both hands to blindly search around. Starting to bob her head in his lap with a steady 'glurk, glurk, schlrp' Betty found his hands and placed them squarely on her head.

He didn't need any further encouragement than that. If this busty, model slut wanted to drink his load, she'd get it. But he wasn't going to make it easy on her. "You really want this?!" he grunted out. Betty chuckled so he felt it vibrate through his dick and slid to her knees without missing a beat. "Then you're going to have to earn it!" he said, gripping the side of her head with one hand and her silky, dark ponytail with his other hand. "You hear me, whore?! Fucking EARN IT!!"

Betty heard him loud and clear and was using her entire body to trow her head back and forth in time with his hands pushing and pulling, happily encouraging him skullfucking her. The effect was her rocking her body from the knees up, keeping her lips sealed tightly around his pumping shaft and wagging her tongue inside her mouth to get him as slick and sloppy as she could. 'Scchlk, shlluck, ggglhk' sounds filled the room as Wendell let his masculine instincts kick in and resolved to enjoy the beautiful, willing feminine hole offering herself to him. "Fucking cunt!" he snarled, "You've wanted my dick this whole time, haven't you?"

"Mmmm hmmm, mmm hmmmm!" she squeal-moaned in delight as he degrading usage had her soaking the little, blue g-string under her skirt. Using one hand to play with her bouncing knockers, she drove the other under her skirt and was soon rubbing her sensitive clit in a frenzy.

Wendell was lost in a fugue from getting his dick very enthusiastically sucked by the gorgeous Asian on her knees in front of him, but he had to pay attention when he felt a vibration from her eager mouth and looked down to see her squirm with her eyes rolling back. Betty had just cum from getting face fucked.

Yanking his cock from her still sucking mouth with an obscene 'plop', the middle-aged divorcee used his grip on her head to pull her to her feet and practically throw her onto the couch so she was on all fours.

"Ohhhh, ffuuuccckkk." Betty moaned, still feeling the shivers from her oral climax. "Fuck mmmeee." she managed to get out, reaching a hand back to pull up her skirt over her pale, flawless ass, neatly bisected by a thin string.

He didn't need to be told twice. Cock out and pants shuffling down his legs to his ankles, Wendell knelt down on the couch behind his slutty companion and peeled off her underwear. A couple of wet strands clung to the cloth as he pulled it down, but soon she had her underwear around her knees and he saw her bald, juicy pussy swollen with desire and arousal. He didn't waste much more time than rubbing the tip of his cock against her sopping wet lips and eliciting a moan from Betty.

"Please, FUCK ME!" she wailed.

Throwing his inhibitions out the window, Wendell seized her by her hips and rammed himself in. She was so tight that he only got halfway in, but even that felt amazing. Even as wet as she was, it took him a few push and pulls into her searingly hot pussy to get balls deep.

Betty didn't mind in the least though and once she felt him begin to fill her she began to scream in pleasure. Once he got a rhythm going she went fucking berserk, moaning, shrieking and doing all she could to encourage him. Her hips pushed back to meet his thrusts as hard as he was giving it to her and her huge tits swung underneath her to clap together with an obscene slapping sound. "Fuck me! Fuck me!! Keep fucking that pussy!! I'm your SLUT!! USE ME LIKE YOUR SLUTTY SLUT!! GIVE ME COOOOCCCKKK!!!"

Despite his age and lack of serious cardio, Wendell felt like he could fuck this chick for hours, but his balls were telling him another story. His cock repeatedly impaled her to the point she could probably feel it in the back of her throat. Her eyes bugged out from the sensation of having her brains well and truly fucked out. When this chick had said she liked sex, she had not been fucking kidding. Betty's sex drive had only one speed, and it was overdrive! Not wanting to waste this opportunity, Wendell went all out and moved his grip to her round ass that jiggled just right with every strike of his hips to her backside. Taking handfuls of her bouncy butt, he used the leverage his new handles afforded him to rock his hip harder than before. Leaning his upper body back and forth like one of those 'drinking bird' toys.

If Betty was berserk before, the new angle, depth and **** she felt had her come completely unglued. Gravity was probably the only thing on the ground as she let out an absolutely unhinged scream. "FFFUUUCCCKKKKGGGHHHH!!!!!! YES! YESYESYESYESYES!!! FUUUUUUUU!!!!!"

With a hot woman maybe half his age losing her mind on his dick and the sudden, bone crushing tightness of her velvet cunt telling him she was cumming, Wendell couldn't hold out anymore. "Take it!!" was all he managed to grunt out as the lightning coiling in his balls launched through his dick and into his very willing companion.

One, two, three, four, five jets of sticky hotness painted Betty's inner walls and she only started cumming harder. By now, the buxom Asian had stopped being able to use words and simply grunted and squealed through gritted teeth while having a white knuckle grip on the sofa cushions and her eyes rolling back so far in her head that only the whites showed. "Uunnhh, uhhh, uuuuugh!"

"Fuck!" Wendell grunted, emptying his load in the sexy slut. "Fuck. Huhnngh."

Coming down from their orgasms, the pair collapsed into a sweaty, sticky and tired mess of limbs. Tits still out, Betty didn't react when one of Wendell's hands managed to reach up to give her a friendly fondle. While he marveled at the perfection of her rack, big, soft, yet pert and round, the pair caught their breath. He didn't even bother to pull out considering how tightly she was still gripping him and the occasional shudders of post-climax aftershocks that ran though both of their bodies.

It was several minutes later that both of them had come down to Earth and Betty started to stir. "That...was...awesome." she managed to wheeze out.

"No...complaints...here." Wendell responded, just as out of breath.

"That...was...a...BIG...fucking...load." Betty commented.

"Glad...you..*huff* enjoyed..it."

Turning just far enough around to look over her shoulder at Wendell with a flirty smirk, Betty asked. "Want me to suck you hard for round two?"

Wendel chuckled. This was going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.