Page 12 of Massive Size Lumberjack

Still, as I watch Gracie jogging off in the distance, her voluptuous curves barely contained by her tiny run outfit, my heart softens in my chest because the young woman would be an incredible mother. I can see it already: Gracie, with a baby latched to her breast, as a tow-headed toddler stumbles up, his face and fingers sticky. She’ll laugh before pressing a kiss to his forehead, only to have the child scamper off again as the baby continues to drink. That’s my girl, so womanly and fine, nurturing two kiddos. A painful pang shoots deep in my gut then. What the fuck ... am I actually experiencinglonging? Do I actually want to be the man that puts those children in her belly? The ring on her finger, even?

Then, I draw up abruptly because the fact is that I can’t. I’ve always been aware of my deviant nature, and when I was in my twenties, I had a vasectomy. It wasn’t a hard decision, nor anything I had to ponder for an extended period. Sure, the surgeon warned me that the procedure would be near-impossible to undo, and that I was on the young side to request the operation. But I’m a fucked up individual, and I’d be a fucked up father too. I wouldn’t do that to a child, so I went through with it and have never regretted the decision.

Now though ...fuck,I don’t know. I curse myself internally before setting off in a jog after my girl. Grace is so lush, womanly, and so feminine in every way. I have an urge to pounce on her before ravaging that curvy female form. I want to breed her, making her mewl as I fill her with cream, and then watch with satisfaction as her belly grows and swells with child.I want... I want....

But I can’t because vasectomies are forever. That ship has sailed, and there’s no turning back. Seriously, I shouldn’t be feeling regret because I know Grace is too good for me. She’s too sweet and innocent, not to mention young. The curvy girl deserves better, and I’m the guilty motherfucker wasting her time.

I finally catch up to her, and she smiles while glancing back at me over one shoulder.

“Took you long enough,” she says in a sassy tone while sticking out her tongue. “Do old geezers all run slow? Or are there some fast ones?”

That does it. It’s the words combined with the bouncing curves, combined with the tongue move. I literally tackle the young woman, bringing her to the ground, although I make sure to roll as we tumble so that she’s cushioned from the fall by my rock hard frame. Then, her sports bra and skirt are off, leaving her clad in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. That, too, is gone in a moment, although I pause to inhale from the lace, enjoying the scent of fertile cunt mixed with pussy sweat.

“Oh my god!” she squeals, her skin glistening and firm in the afternoon light. “We’re out on a trail, Braden! Someone could see.”

“No one’s going to see,” I growl while pushing her down so that she’s crouched face forward, her hands braced against a log stump. “No one ever comes out here, so I’m going to fuck you until you’re crying. Now shut up and take my dick,” I say in a harsh tone. Then, I fuck into that tiny twat, so big that she literally freezes for a moment.

“Ohhhh!” she wails, her head tilting back. “Oh my god, oh my god!”

“Fuuuck,” I groan into her ear from behind, my chest plastered against her sinuous back. “Is it possible that you get tighter with every fuck? Is that even a thing?”

But she can’t answer because I’ve levered us to our feet, pushing her back down so that she has to brace her hands against the stump. Then, I begin jackhammering into that tight twat. The sound of wet flesh slapping in the woods is loud, and Grace wails again, her big breasts dangling as she’s fucked.

“Oooooh!!!” she squeals. “Mmm!”

“I know,” I pant. “It feels so fucking good, doesn’t it? Thanks for getting my dick wet, baby, because you know what comes next.” Before she can reply, I pull my glistening shaft from her sopping folds and notch it at her anus before pushing deep into that dark cavern.

“Yesssss,” I hiss. “Fuck yeah.”

A few pumps into her ass almost puts me over the edge as I watch those ivory moons jiggle. But then I pull out from her ass,and pump back into her vag, enjoying the use of two holes at once.

“Aieee!” Grace squeals again, almost lifted on her tiptoes by my relentless fuckery. “Oh oh oh!”

“That’s it, I know you like getting that filthy pussy fucked. But you’re my nasty girl so you enjoy a butt-fucking even more, right? Here you go, sweetheart, I’ll serve it right up for you.”

Then, I slip out of her cunt before slipping back into her anus, and that does it. Grace loves the stimulation in both of her holes and she shatters in my arms. I feel the pulsing start deep in her vag, and then her asshole clamps down, rippling with excitement as she screams with ecstasy.

“Yes, Braden! Buttfuck me! Yes, use my asshole to make yourself come. Ooooh, yes yes yes!”

I love how my girl talks dirty even though she’s so new to this shit. My balls rise high and tight against my groin, and I find my release as well. A shout bursts from my chest as I fuck deep into her rear end, enjoying the tight grip of her rectum.

“Yes, milk me with those anal walls,” I groan. “Mmm, fuck you feel so good baby. Fuck fuck FUCK!”

We shudder and shout for another couple minutes, likely scaring away all the wildlife. But when our panting subsides, birds trill and the day continues as if nothing’s wrong. The sun is still shining, and damn, but a gray-brown mountain chickadee jumps from one branch to another, not five feet away from us.

“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask hoarsely. “I know I’m rough with you, but that’s my thing, baby. I enjoy rough sex. Ineedit.”

Grace is panting and sweaty, her curviness shielded by my masculine bulk. But she manages to turn her head slightly before catching my mouth in a brief kiss.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she murmurs with a smile. “And you know I enjoy the rough sex too, Braden. It completes me.Youcomplete me.”

I go silent, my big body still buried in her asshole because what the fuck is going on? Isn’t that a line fromJerry Maguire? Are we in a fucking rom-com right now? But the fact is that Grace completes me as well ... but will she hate me when the truth about my identity comes out?

6

Braden

It’s been a week since our tryst in the woods, and I’ve been jittery and nervous for seven days straight. I can’t help it because the young woman’s gotten under my skin, and I had no idea how fucking serious it was until she said, “you complete me.” I mean, what the fuck? What girl says that to a ruthless billionaire who’s only using her curves to sate himself?

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