Arkansas Chapter 4

Laura and I were resting on the couch in the living room, watching the local news before bed.  There was something on the news about a truck crashing into a ditch, and the locals were all working together trying to figure out how to get it out.  It was certainly curious watching something that would never happen where I was from, and not just because we didn’t have the swamps in the big city.  These people were all working together to solve the problem, not blaming each other and trying to figure out how to profit off each other.  They genuinely knew each other by name, knew each other’s families and wives, troubles and occupations.  They didn’t see each other as numbers on a page, but people in homes.  It was refreshing to see, even if there was nothing I wanted more than to motor out of here.

“I don’t think I’m going to sleep well tonight, just a heads up,” Laura said, still looking at the television while sipping on some unsweetened tea.

“I don’t blame you,” I said.  “It’s been a truly crazy day, and I sleep like shit when I’m not comfortable.  Hopefully this all blows over quickly and we can get out of here.”

“I really hate that we can’t sleep in the same room.  Jasper’s nice and all, but it’s hard to trust a stranger in another state.  Especially when it comes to my sleep.  And I mean… look how big he is.  If he wanted to do anything to me, I can’t defend myself.”

“Don’t talk like that,” I replied.  “This guy’s good, I can tell.  A little off, but he’s from a different place than we are.  Besides, just scream real loud and I’ll come in.”

She chuckled softly to herself.

“So what, he’s bigger than me.  I’m scrappier than I look.”

She shook her head.  “Don’t get too excited there, Rambo,” she giggled.  “Besides, aren’t you going to be a little bit held down yourself?”  She was looking behind the couch and nodded.  I turned in my seat to get a look at what she was motioning towards.

Marybell had appeared and looked ready to suck me into orbit.  She was standing tall in her pajamas, a way-too-tight white shirt that was unable to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, not that they made any her size, and her pink booty shorts that looked ready to be sucked up by her giant ass cheeks.  She had a huge smile on her face, like she had never been this happy before in her life.

“I’m so excited for our sleepover!” she exclaimed.  “Hope you don’t mind a little rough housing before bed!”  She hopped up and down a couple of times, which I didn’t even think possible for a girl of her size.  Her giant breasts bobbed up and down in her tight shirt, which was now exposing some of her huge, soft belly.  With each hop, her tits strained to stay locked up, pushing the fabric to their utter limits, until a nasty ripping sound tore through the room.  From the collar of the shirt to around the middle of her very forward pressed chest, her poor white shirt ripped, exposing immense cleavage that now jiggled free for the world to see.

“Oopsie!” she chirped.  She looked at me.  “You don’t mind, do you Sweetie?” she asked, jutting her chest forward and smiling wide.  Laura gave me a questioning look and I shrugged, but Jasper interrupted the silence.

“Marybell, would you look at that?  Another shirt lost to your carelessness!  We talked about this!”  He entered the room behind Marybell.

“Sorry Daddy,” she said.  “I just got so excited.  I just wanna hug him and squeeze him, and-”

“Marybell, he’s there to sleep.  Now you let that boy get a good night’s rest, you hear?” Jasper asked sternly.  He was clearly in no mood tonight.

“Yes Daddy,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers and looking at the floor, or really looking at her breasts that were blocking the view of the floor.

“Good,” Jasper said, now turning to Laura.  “Ma’am, care to turn in?”

After that, Jasper and Laura disappeared down the hall, leaving me alone with Marybell.  She was clearly beyond excited.  I was hoping to make it through the night as uneventfully as possible.  I had no intentions other than to sleep, but it was clear the same could not be said for her.  Even when she was showing me to her room, there was a skip in her step I was afraid would leave holes in the floor.

She opened the door, which showed a pretty ratty room with a small pink bed, much smaller than I would have thought, considering her immense size.

“Go ahead and sit down,” she said.

I did as I was told.  I took a seat on the bed, which was pretty comfortable and soft, but again, way too small.  I think my bed at home was bigger than this.  Granted, I slept on it with Laura, but Marybell was so much wider than me, wider than us.  One of her thighs was wider than me and Laura combined.  There was no way all of her could fit on this bed.  When she slept, she must have had parts of her body hanging off the sides.

She took a seat next to me, and I heard the bed and floor creak and groan in response to her immeasurable weight.  She was so much taller, and the fat of her ass gave her so much extra height, that her gigantic breasts were hovering just so that her nipples were eye level.  Her nipples that were bulging out of her tight, white, and now ripped shirt.  There was a moment of silence as we both sat awkwardly on her bed.  I could hear crickets outside chirping, and I was about to say I was ready for bed when she spoke up.

“So, want to suck my titties?” she asked.

I almost fell out of her bed.  She turned towards me and shook from left to right, her breasts bobbing back and forth like bumper cars.  Her right breast was looking ready to pop.  The fabric was tearing more the more she moved.  I felt like it would fall out any second now.

“Marybell, please, I have a wife.  I’m MARRIED.  We can’t do this.  Please, just let me…”

She heaved her right breast out of her shirt.  It was just there, in front of my face, in all of its massive glory.  It was the biggest tit I had ever seen, and it was begging to be sucked.  The nipple was huge, probably bigger than Laura’s breast now that it was erect.  I didn’t realize I had stopped talking, I didn’t realize much of anything.  I was dumbfounded staring at her huge breast.  I didn’t know how long I had been staring at it, but I pray it wasn’t too long.  The longer, the more embarrassing.

“Come on, be my baby,” Marybell said.  She reached for the back of my head and pulled me in.

I lost all control, and immediately began sucking on her nipple.  I had never experienced a breast so soft, so supple, so absolutely massive.  God didn’t make them this big, or at least I had always thought.  She was completely in control, playing with my hair and shoving me in.  Her breast flest pressed against my cheeks.  My hands cupped either side of her tit, trying to squeeze the milk out.

“I’m gonna lay you on the bed and fuck you,” she whispered.  I nodded, and she pulled me off her breast and laid me on the bed, face up.  She mounted me, her knees pushing into the bed.  The sound of her weight pressing into the bed made a loud creaking sound.

“But first…” she said, pulling out her left breast and letting it flop against her belly.  “I’m gonna smother you with my big fat tits!”

Playfully, she slammed down on top of me, her breasts easily covering my face and probably the width of the bed.  My left arm  was pinned to the bed by their weight and has hanging to the side.  To my right, the bed was pinned against the wall, and my hand pushed against it to gain any kind of leverage.

There was another loud creaking sound.

“Suck on my boobies Sweetie!” she said.  I did as I was told and sucked on what I could.  Her nipples were each too far away to get to, but I was able to kiss and suck on whatever breast flesh was right in front of me.  I was in heaven until I heard a cracking sound.

“Marybell!” I tried to say, but I doubt she could hear me.

“And now, let’s pull out your peepee and…”  She sat up and gave a little hop, bouncing her ass hard into my pelvis.  It was supposed to be erotic, but it gave the bed all it could handle.  After one last, violent crack, the bed snapped and crashed to the floor.  Marybell lost her balance and her head banged against the corner of the bed.  She lost consciousness on top of me, her massive breasts smothering my face.  I was trapped.

Even worse, I could hear Laura yell something and Jasper cried out, and I heard their footsteps.  I just wanted to die.