Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 08

"Wow..." she said, eyes locked on his cock, standing out from his crotch. As he stepped out of his briefs and tossed them aside, she kept staring at it. "Your wife's a lucky lady!"

"Oh, uh... thanks..." Tim said, confused but thrilled. It was always thrilling to be complimented like this by an attractive woman. And it was strangely amusing to him that having a big dick seemed to have as much value with this angel as it did with normal women.

"Alright..." she began, stepping back, ready to move the plan along. "Let's get this started, then. There's no time to waste." She then sat down in the snow near the edge of the pond, where the snow was less deep, before lying back and spreading her legs.

Now as naked as she was, he'd never felt more exposed. But he promised her he'd do this, and he couldn't stop now. This was about something more important than his fears. This was his chance to step up and be a hero.

Tentatively, he stepped towards the angel on the ground. She smiled warmly as he did so, and despite the supposed purity of this encounter, he couldn't help but admire her massive breasts as they vaulted up off her chest like mountains, jiggling as she shifted, making his mouth water. But this wasn't about that kind of thing. This was something more pure and wholesome.

Slowly, Tim got on his knees between her splayed legs and crawled forward till he was above her, resting on his hands and knees. She grinned in a very friendly way as he did so, looking ever so beautiful. She did look truly angelic like this, lying in the snow, her smooth blonde hair splayed out beneath her. She was too pretty and too friendly to get too carried away with lust. At least his mind thought that. His dick felt differently, though, as hard as a brick, throbbing hard thanks to her stupidly hot body. Luckily, his mind was aware of the goal of this encounter, keeping his dick in check, not letting himself get carried away.

Tim got in position above her, his hard cock hanging beneath him, till he slid into place with the tip pressing against the smooth, puffy lips of her waiting vagina. He looked down into her shining blue eyes, making sure this was okay. And she was doing the same, looking up at the married man.

"Are you ready?" she asked him, putting a hand on his chest, making sure he was okay with doing this. He smiled and nodded. He'd already come this far. He could take this the rest of the way. This was for something greater than himself. Something important. He would get the job done. He would step up when others might falter.

He would be the hero.

Steeling himself, he flexed his hips and pushed forward, pushing his large married dick into the vagina of the angelic blonde beneath him.

"Oh my God!" she sighed as his penis parted the lips of her vagina and slid inside of her. "Slowly, Tim. Gentle..." she sighed. He wasn't moving things along too quickly, but nevertheless, he slowed down, not wanting to upset her. This was an angel and doing anything to stain her purity or divinity would crush him. So, he took it extra slow, gently pushing his thick married cock inside of her. But it was taking a great level of self-control to resist his base urges to just push his way inside of her quickly, because of one undeniable truth.

He'd never been inside a pussy this tight in his life.

It was, like, holy shit! He'd never expected anything like this, not at all. She was so nice and sweet. She was an angel, for God's sakes! Yet, her pussy was, without a doubt, the tightest he'd ever been inside of. Even though he was only a few inches inside of her, it already felt amazing, squeezing the living daylights out of his throbbing dick. In his experience, there were two types of pussy. There was the, for lack of a better term, normal pussy. The good, snug, nice, pleasurable type of pussy that gets the job done and feels pretty damn good. Some of his previous girlfriends were like that. And Viv was like that too.

Then there was the other type of pussy. The unforgettable type. The type of pussy that feels so damn good it almost felt like it was designed to pleasure dick. The type that squeeze your dick so hard it felt like it would break. The type of experienced, well-trained cunt that can drive a man insane, and get him to do just about anything. Some of the other girls he'd had one-night stands with were like that. Esmerelda was like that, and up to now, she'd been the best he'd ever had. There was just something about that tight, wet, slutty pussy that was better than anything.

And that was the funny thing. He fully expected Isabelle, this angel on Earth, this gorgeous, sweet, friendly blonde, to have the standard, regular pussy. But no, Isabelle was the latter, and it wasn't even close. She might be an angel, but she had a pussy that was just like the ones the slutty girls he used to hook up with did. The extra tight type of pussy that was squeezing the hell out of his throbbing dick as if that was its sole purpose. It felt SO good! It was already driving him crazy, even being only a few inches deep inside of her, and he was having trouble containing himself it felt so good. Using every fiber of his being, he kept himself in check, not betraying any of the lustful bliss coursing through him.

"Oh my Gosh..." Isabelle sighed. "This feels nice!" she said, grinning.

"Yeah..." Tim croaked out, pushing himself in deeper. "Nice."

Tim kept at it, pushing about two-thirds of his lengthy dick inside the woman beneath him. Despite her incredible tightness, she was dug deep, able to take his length. Her tight walls were smothering his hard cock, squeezing it, coating it with her juices, aiding it in it's journey deep inside of her.

"Oh my gosh," Isabelle said again, smiling up at Tim. "That's really big!" she said cutely. She was so innocent, Tim thought. Far more than he.

"Uh, yeah, mpphh!" he groaned, trying to stifle his moans. "I guess." Finally, his balls pressed lightly against her ass, and his entire cock was now encased in her welcoming pussy. "Wow!" he groaned, his head falling for a moment as he tried to deal with the pleasure coursing through him. Finally, he recovered enough to raise his head, allowing him to look down into her smiling face. For a second, her eyes flashed with an almost indescribable pride, but that passed quickly and she regained her composure.

"You're all the way inside me..." she sighed, grinning. "Are you okay?" she asked innocently, her pussy gripping his dick hard. "It's a brave thing you're doing now, helping me out. I know you're cheating on your wife, but it's for a greater purpose. I promise!" she stated. "Doesn't this already feel like it's something greater?" she asked happily. He simply nodded, her pussy driving him crazy. Yeah, this was something pretty damn great so far. Too great, to be honest. He wanted to pound away into her, but she had in mind a more innocent encounter, so once he was able to find the self-control to move, he began to lightly and gently pump a couple inches of his married penis into her.

"Oh!" she sighed softly, eyes closing as he lightly pleasured her. She reached up and rubbed his fit arms as he got going, encouraging him. He was only pumping a few inches of his dick, not wanting to get too carried away. This was supposed to be a soft, loving encounter, and he was doing his best to keep it that way.

Despite how crazy tight her pussy was.

"Oh, my goodness..." she moaned, biting her lip as he pumped into her. His hefty balls were lightly slapping against her ass, but considering the woman he was with, even that seemed to be too lewd, causing him to slow down ever so slightly.

Their fronts were rubbing against each other during this lovemaking, skin on skin, sliding against each other, getting warmed up despite being naked in the snow. Her huge boobs jiggled with every light thrust he made, the fleshy jugs sliding and pressing into his chest ever so slightly. He was raised up enough to be able to have a full view of her perfect breasts, and he wanted nothing more than to squeeze and suck on those perfect udders. But again, he was keeping himself in check.

"This is nice..." she moaned softly, gently, her body squirming beneath her. "Can you feel it?"

"Yes!" he groaned. "This is amazing!" he groaned, his body tight as he dealt with her immaculate vagina. Suddenly, from above, the heavenly song that Isabelle was singing before hit his ears again.

"Can you hear it?" she asked, her hands on his shoulders. "Can you hear the divine music as well?"

"Yes!" he said. It seemed to be coming from above. From the top of that small cliff, near the caves.

"That means we're doing it!" she said, her foot curling around him to run along his calf. "The power of our lovemaking is countering the darkness!"

"Okay..." he said, not fully understanding it, but going along with her. He kept at the same pace. Despite the pleasure of her amazing pussy, the speed of this encounter was too slow-paced to be taking him even close to the edge. He needed something a little more vigorous to get him off. And although she was squirming beneath him, and her pussy was soaked with her juices, he looked down at her and saw a flash of what almost seemed like impatience. But that disappeared by the time she noticed him looking at her.

"Oh, uh..." she stammered, a bit caught off guard and maybe embarrassed, biting her lower lip in pleasure. Looking up at him cutely, she smiled. "You can, uh, maybe go a little faster."

"Okay!" he said, slightly relieved. At this, he picked up the pace, not going crazy, but giving her a few more inches on every pump as he went a bit faster. And it felt even better, making his balls boil.

"That's good..." she sighed, her head falling back. Maybe she was liking this too, more than she wanted to let on. Both her legs curled around his, and her hands began rubbing his shoulders. As he sped up, her noticed her pussy get even wetter, and he felt it gripping his penis even tighter. But again, when he could hear his balls slapping into her ass, he slowed down, fearing he was getting carried away.

"NO!" she called out firmly. "Keep going..." she urged him, almost impatiently. And with her permission, he resumed the pace he was at, his balls slapping against her ass loudly, echoing through the wintery landscape. Her pussy was gripping him hard, and her hands were rubbing his back, encouraging him onward. Her eyes were closed as he kept pumping into her, and he took the chance to stare at her massive breasts. God, they were big. And round. And soft. What he wouldn't give to touch them... squeeze them. Rub his face against them. Suck on one of those hard nipples to his heart's content. But he couldn't. All he could do was stare.

"Um..." she said, squirming beneath him, getting his attention. "Can you maybe go a little faster?" she urged him cutely. He smiled and nodded as he picked up the pace, driving into her more rapidly, giving her about half of his length every time. This felt a lot better, a lot closer to what he liked, and it was enough to make his dick throb in pleasure.

Beneath him, Isabelle was humping up into him slightly as he slid his dick in and out of her. Eyes scrunched shut, lips pursed, she was focused on the pleasure he was giving her. He watched as her eyes opened again, looking almost frustrated, before looking up at him and grinning in that warm way of hers.

"Okay, maybe just... go faster and faster... just keep going faster until I tell you to stop. How does that sound?" she asked, smiling.

"Oh... okay!" he said, nodding. He was happy to give it to her harder, because it felt way better for him, but he couldn't help but be slightly confused. This was getting further away from the pure, gentle lovemaking they'd agreed upon.

Nevertheless, he lived up to his promise, flexing his hips and giving her more dick every time, pumping into her harder and harder. His balls were slapping against her ass at a rapid pace as he pumped five inches of dick into her. Then six inches. The more he pumped, the faster he went. And the faster he went, the wetter she got.

"God, this is good!" he groaned. Her grasping pussy felt amazing around his big dick, and as this got closer to regular sex, it felt better and better, his cock throbbing in pleasure. He was getting into this more than he thought he would, as was she.

"Keep going!" she urged him, nodding, eyes glazed over with desire. "More!"

He kept going, giving her six-and-a-half inches on every stroke. Then seven. He kept going at it harder and harder, their bodies slapping together, his lustful thrusts making her breasts ripple, a hypnotic sight he couldn't get enough of. And as he drilled her, the song on the wind kept getting louder and louder, letting him know he was doing something right.

"Oh..." he sighed, the pleasure taking its toll on him, causing him to slow down.

"Don't stop!" she called out firmly, a bit of the friendliness gone from her voice. "Give me more!"

Not knowing what else to do, he obeyed, giving her almost his entire full length, his nuts bouncing against her ass loudly as he drilled her. His long, thick cock was shiny with her copious sex-juices. She was really enjoying this, and both of them were working up a sweat as they did it. Her legs were now locked around his waist and her hands were digging into his back gently. He kept pumping into her hard and fast, giving her his full, hard nine-inches every time. Her eyes were scrunched shut and her mouth was open, turned to the side, mouthing her moans of pleasure. Reading her lips, it almost looked like she was mouthing the f-word, over and over again. At this, he began to think that something about this was off. This wasn't going the way he thought it would, and it was starting to feel like real cheating. This was supposed to be nice and pure. That's what she had asked for. That's what she'd promised him. And yet, she was the one that was asking for it to be harder. Either she was trying to protect her own dignity by not outwardly asking for the type of sex she really wanted, or... or something else was going on here. For the first time, it felt like Tim was doing something wrong.

"Um..." Tim said tentatively, slowing down, thinking of his wife. "Maybe this is getting..." But before he could finish, Isabelle's eyes opened wide and looked right up at him.

"Don't stop fucking me!" she spat out, with no humor or gentleness. As she did, she squeezed her legs around him, pulling him back inside of her.

"Wait... wait..." he said, trying to pull back, but her legs, and the feeling of her tight pussy around his big dick, coaxed him back inside of her. Looking down at her, fully holstered inside her tight, wet pussy, he looked confused. "Wait, Isabelle, this isn't..." he began, but before he could finish, she reached up and grabbed him by the back of his head, pulling him down face first into her chest, pressing her tits against his face.

"Mmmmpphhh!" he groaned. "Mmmmm..." his groans softened as his face took in this new sensation. She held him tight against her soft breasts, and tentatively, he began scrubbing his face against the soft, succulent flesh. At the same moment, she twisted her chest back and forth, sliding her tits across his face. So caught off guard by this action was Tim, he didn't notice that his hips had resumed pumping into her.

"That's it! That's it!" Isabelle urged, speaking softly into his ear. "C'mon baby. Give me all of it. Every inch! I can take it! That pussy can take it!" As her titty-flesh molded into his handsome face, his brain shut down, focused entirely on her big tits. It was his animal brain the was obeying her commands, pumping into her harder and harder, pulling out all the way to the tip and driving down into her. Again and again. Harder and harder. "That's it, baby! That's it! Yes! Yes! That's EXACTLY what I needed! Yes! More! Give it to me! Give me that big dick!"

Despite being almost ear deep between her massive breasts, her words echoed in her cleavage and reached him. This... what was this? What was going on here? Why was she talking like this?

"Isabelle..." he began, lifting his head from her tits to look her in the eyes. But that moment went by fast, as before he could say or do anything more, she used her grip on the back of his head to pull him back down and stuff a hard nipple in his mouth. "Mmmmphhh!" he groaned, mouth full of nipple. With it right on his tongue, he had to play with it, licking and sucking at the had nub. God, it tasted good.

"Don't worry, baby! Just keep fucking me and don't worry about anything else..." Isabelle said, one hand clutching his head to her chest as the other slid down his back to his ass, gripping it as he pumped down into her. His hips kept driving into her on their own accord it seemed, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and pulled him into her even harder. "Damn, I've needed some dick for so fucking long! Yes! Fuck! Just like that!"

Tim was in a daze. Contentedly sucking her hard nipple, his tongue flicking at the nub, he was almost deaf to everything else. That being said, some it was still getting through, and it wasn't good. Alarm bells were going off in his mind as he realized this encounter had taken a strange turn, but the sensation of the big tit in his mouth drowned it out, as did the song on the wind filling his ears. But the feeling of her nipple in his mouth, her breasts against her face, and her tighter than tight cunt squeezing the hell out of his big dick was coaxing him onwards, despite sensing something off here. He kept driving into her, giving her his full length, hard, but some part of his mind was holding him back ever so slightly. And even she could sense it.

"Harder, baby! I need it harder!" she groaned, but he was giving her the hardest he could manage. Their bodies were slapping against each other roughly. She pulled up her hand and slapped his ass, trying to spur him into giving it to her even rougher. "I need it fucking harder so I can cum! And when I cum, you can cum! You hear me! I want you to cum! And I want every drop inside me! I need it! I want you to cum inside me, so I can have your baby! You need to get me pregnant!"

That got his attention. Letting her nipple fall from his mouth, his glazed eyes looked up, meeting Isabelle's playful gaze. Her eyes were almost glowing an otherworldly blue.

"What?" he panted, finding enough strength to slow down his driving hips, despite how good it felt. "Isabelle... what is this? What do you mean? I can't get you pregnant! What are you talking about?!" His questions and confusion caused her to roll her eyes.

"Okay..." she decided. Before he could react, she pushed herself up and rolled them both over, so he was on his back and she was on top. Smiling wickedly, she reached up and grabbed his wrists, slamming them into the snow above his head. She held them with a strength well beyond what he expected of her. "Alright, it's time for me to take over," she announced impatiently, looking down at him, swiveling on his swollen pole. His sweat-coated body lying back in the snow, he looked up at her, confused.

"What... what are you doing?" Tim asked, confused, groaning as he tried to ignore her squeezing cunt around his rock hard dick. "I thought we agreed... this would be, uh... something else. Something pure... something heavenly?"

"Oh honey..." she began mockingly, looking down at him. "Do you still think I'm a goddamn angel?" she asked, letting that question hang. As she finished speaking, her friendly, warm smile turned into something so wicked and sinful that it made his cock jump. Grinding down on his post roughly, making him squirm, she pulled his palms up and slapped them against her massive breasts. Squeezing her hands over his, making his big, strong hands dig into her big tits, she began to bounce on the married man's dick.