Fat Fuck- Epilogue, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-11-30. Times viewed: 4507.
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Eleven years later…
“Drill!” Becky squealed as her husband pushed her onto the minivan’s back seat.
“The whole team is inside. No one will see!” He laughed as he undid the pants of his coach uniform. “Why do you think I parked in the alley?” Becky giggled as her sexy husband lifted her skirt and tugged off her panties. “I could hardly focus on the game, kept thinking about you in your skirt.” She smiled as he lifted her tshirt and unsnapped the flaps on the nursing bra, exposing two very large, lactating breasts.
“Leave some for the twins,” she kidded knowing full well her body would quickly replenish her giant mammaries.
Grandma D, Drill’s mother, was at home babysitting the two six month old twin boys. Becky’s mother had been up the weekend previous to give the Becky and Drill a much needed break from babies and their other three children. Darrell Jr was nine, Rebecca was six and Kyle was four.
Within seconds Drill was suckling her breasts. So gentle compared to the teething terrors at home. “Mmmmm,” he sighed, drinking her in. Becky giggled as she always did, thinking it creepy that he liked her breast milk. He grinned up at her, purposefully wearing a milk mustache. “Kiss me baby.”
“No!” She laughed. “No. Ick. No.” He slowly licked it off, making a show of it. “Ew.”
“It’s so good for you! I swear I could be Mr. Universe if you let me partake in it everyday.” She laughed as he hugged her.
God I love her. The sweetest woman on the earth.
“I love you Beck,” he said softly.
She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair the way he liked, “I love you Drill.”
A heated kiss began. Despite busy lives, a thriving business and a large family, Drill and Becky always took time to be alone. Making sure Mommy and Daddy made their relationship a strong foundation for the family.
Drill slowly slid his dick into her, both of them sighing once he was fully inside.
“Well, Mrs. Franzen, you’re awfully wet for a soccer mom.”
“Well, Mr. Franzen, if you had seen how hot that coach was you’d understand. I’m sure all the women on the sidelines went home with damp drawers.” Drill chuckled as he pumped himself in his wife. She sighed.
“Oh no. Boredom!” Becky happily groaned, knowing what was next. “Time to make a mess!” Drill lifted himself, pegging her just right.
“No Drill! Not-“
“Yes!” A fast fuck ensued. Becky moaned as the orgasm built, knowing full well she’d be soaked soon. “You like it.” He protested.
“I love it and you know it,” she gasped as she lifted her knees. Drill’s high impact moves were rocking the vehicle, if anyone were to see it they would know exactly what was happening. “Oh god Drill. Oh-“
“Come Beck.” She cried out and came, covering his pelvis with a quick wash of clear. “Love you Beck. God I love you,” he growled as he came. Filling her well loved, voluptuous body once again. Both were gasping for breath, smiling. Drill reached to the floor and pulled up a box of baby wipes. “So damn handy.” Becky nodded while Drill cleaned her up. “Feel like I should hold your ankles in one hand and lift your legs like when I change a diaper.” Becky laughed and pushed him away.
“We’d better get inside,” she said adjusting her skirt. She was thankful she didn’t get it wet, couldn’t say the same for Drill’s track suit. “Uh oh. Here.” She took his jacket and tied it around his waist, the arms concealing her wet mess. “Problem solved.”
Drill opened the van door, stepped out and offered his wife a hand. She took it and they headed toward the pizza parlor’s entrance.
She said, “Marty called during the game.”
“How’d the grand opening go?”
Becky smiled at her husband, “Over eighty memberships so far.”
“Damn, that kid is great.”
“He’s not a kid anymore.”
“Hell, he’s been wiser than me since I met him,” Drill beamed, proud of Marty. The kid who consoled him in the theater the night he followed Becky on her date. The same kid who worked for him while he finished high school and went to college. The same kid who was now managing all fourteen of Drill’s gyms and was working on developing franchises so Drill could be with his family nearly full time.
Becky smirked up at her husband, “Yeah, the day you played spy.” She was still in awe that he had done such a thing over her.
“Yeah,” he grinned, “it all worked out.”
“It did,” Becky replied happily.
Thank all of you for your comments- I am floored how many of you cheered for Becky and Drill despite the rather vicious beginning. I never saw it past one story- but it had legs of its own and it ran!
Thanks again for reading- CtK
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