Murder in Mississippi Part 5

I decided not to say anything.  Sure, I could have called for help, and maybe Ginny would have helped, or at the very least scared this massive woman away from what we were doing, but if I was to be honest, I was absolutely enthralled by this woman’s breasts.

Another knock on the door queued Cherry to blurt out “I’m having a small plumbing issue child, dinner will be ready shortly!”  She cradled my head into her giant breast as she casually called out.

“Okay,” came Ginny’s voice from behind the door.

“Now, where were we…” Cherry said.  “Ah yes, I was just about to pull off these pesky pants of yours…”

I pushed back on her breast and gasped for air.  “Wait, shouldn’t we…”

“There’s no time, darling,” she replied, pushing her breast back into me.  I felt her finesse my belt buckle off, then the cold air hit my thighs.  She ripped off my pants and underwear in one tug.  I felt her hand grip my shaft and play with it dexterously.  “Here the little boy is,” she said excitedly.  Still cramming her breast in my face, she got up and back down in one motion, and when she came crashing down, a powerful warmth enveloped my cock.  I was clearly now inside of her, and she gently thrusted up and down.  The grinding against my cock felt so good, and she was so wet and mushy in there it felt like biting into a succulent cake.

“Mmmmm…” she whispered above me as she consistently drove her hips into my tiny body.  I could only imagine how little of me, if any, could be seen from above her.  I had probably disappeared underneath her giant frame.

I knew I wasn’t lasting much longer, so I tapped her breast, hoping I could pull out, but she wasn’t moving.  I tried pulling my face out of her breast flesh, but she was too strong and I couldn’t break free.

“Give me all your cum,” she whispered.

I couldn’t last any longer and my cock erupted with cum, shooting wads into her deep pussy.  She didn’t stop thrusting, which made my orgasm all the more intense.  As soon as she realized I wasn’t hard any more, she slowed down and eventually stopped.  I was completely drained, weak underneath the largest breast I had ever seen, and panting after the roller coaster I had just undergone.

Cherry, on the other hand, seemed unphased.  She sat up and quickly hoisted herself off the bed, leaving me gasping for air and needing 5 minutes on her bed.  “See you for dinner, dear,” she said, walking out of the room as if she had just poured a glass of water, not had sex with a stranger.  She moved her hips back and forth like she was trying to smash the walls, and she almost did.  She didn’t even bother closing the door, leaving me pantsless on her bed in full view of anyone who would pass by.

And would you know it, her husband’s footsteps were right by the door, so I quickly hopped off and behind the bed, trying to remain as silent as I could.  I managed to get my pants on and peeked over the bed, and I saw his back as he walked past the door and towards the stairs.  He was holding a large bucket.  Dinner was going to be ready soon, and she was expecting me there, but I wasn’t sure what exactly to do next.