Busty Amber Ch. 31

All sexually active characters in my stories are aged 18 and over.

As the honeymoon takes place in the West Country, the accents of the characters Bill and Micky are heavily influenced by this with letters 'h' and 'g' often dropped and words said differently to how they are usually spelt. The dialogue of Bill and Micky has been written phonetically in this style to add realism to their voices.

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"Do you FEEL any different?" Jonathan briefly glanced across at Amber before turning back to the road.

"No, I don't! That's the thing. I had NO idea I could be pregnant! I'd heard about morning sickness and food cravings but none of that. My periods have been a bit AWOL anyway since I came off the pill, just a bit of spotting here and there so I assumed they were still going on, just in a different way. Do YOU feel any different?"

"Me?! No Amber, I'M the bloke! I've got no phantom pregnancy or anything like that!"

"Noooo! I don't mean like that, I mean... what you were saying yesterday about a legacy and stuff and that we might have to re-think our decisions. Is the thought of perhaps becoming a Dad making YOU feel different?"

Jonathan glanced back to his young wife again, somewhat distracted this time by the way the seat belt cut neatly through her enlarged breasts. She had on a navy coloured, thin-ish fabric long sleeved top with a high, polo neck. It wasn't see through as such but when the light caught it at certain angles, he could see the white cups of her lace balcony bra and the flesh that sat above it. These days, there seemed to be a lot more bulging going on above her bras and he loved it. He'd insisted they start the day with a blow-job. It was something he more or less craved first thing in the mornings and it felt like he'd been so long without one. Amber had been concerned to set off early so hadn't been that fussed when her husband had calmed down after a loud and animated orgasm and 'because of [her] whingeing about time' (as he'd put it), headed straight off to the bathroom to get ready, leaving her basically untouched.

"Did I tell you your tits look fantastic in that top?" Jonathan meant to smile but Amber just saw a very serious expression, his dark eyes staring at her bust each time his gaze momentarily left the road to look at her.

"You did. You told me before we left the house, when we were getting in the car and as soon as I fastened the seat belt! You haven't answered my question!" Amber rolled her eyes in mock scorn.

"Question? What question?"

"Is the thought of PERHAPS becoming a Dad making you feel any different?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure. When I first thought about it, before we had that chat, I felt like well, if it happens, it happens, kind of on a 'some things are meant to be' basis but when you ask me directly about it like that, I suppose I'm worried about our time being taken away, the responsibility for another person, you perhaps resenting the decision after it's too late to... you know... do anything about it. I also read that some women go off sex after babies and - don't take this the wrong way but you know me darling - I don't think I could cope with that, you know, live a life without sex. Well, I KNOW I couldn't."

"That's a lot to unpack and..."

"Tell you what, I'VE got a TON to unpack between my legs and YOU'RE gonna get it all later. I mean, are those tits actually growing by the hour!?"

"Jonathan, we're supposed to be having a serious conversation!"

"Alright, alright! I'm sorry."

"I was just going to say that you've mentioned a lot of things there but just for now, the one point about going of sex, it IS true from what I've heard from other people that some women go off sex BUT that's only after they've just given birth! That's a MASSIVE thing Jonathan! A life event! It can take time to start feeling 'normal' again after something like that I'm sure, especially as the baby comes... well, comes out from where you have sex. Oh, you know what I mean!" Amber was getting frustrated as she thought she wasn't explaining herself very well.

"All I'm trying to say is that after such a big thing, I think a woman is surely 'allowed' a bit of time off sex. After all, two people have created a new person. It's a really major thing! It won't last forever and that's where having a strong and loving relationship will help because the man realises what his partner's just been through and for want of a better phrase - cuts her some slack."

Slack.

Jonathan didn't like the word. Definitely not in this context. How could he be guaranteed a deliciously tight pussy after a baby had made it's way through a woman's body?! He'd always enjoyed the tightness. It was one of the main reasons he went for younger girls. Sexy tight pussies with strong, youthful muscles that could grip a cock effortlessly. It reminded him of virgins. His mind wandered back to his first night with Amber. She'd sworn she was a virgin (because she genuinely thought that she was and had no reason to think otherwise) but - he could only conclude AFTER he'd fucked her - her frequent horse riding during her early and mid teens had robbed him of the feeling of physically taking her hymen, something he'd craved for the longest time and something he still fantasised about sometimes.

"You sound like you've made up your mind already!?" Jonathan cut her a questioning look in between watching as he manoevered to overtake a caravan.

"I haven't. Not at all. I've just been trying to think about ALL possibilities, not just our original ones. YOU should be doing that too. We should BOTH be doing that!"

"I know what we SHOULD both be doing, ha!" Jonathan reached across and gently squeezed her right breast. At the moment, her breasts didn't feel any different to usual, the changes were in their appearance as opposed to how they felt. "Mmmm, fuck me, these tits!"

"I need a wee, can we stop?" Amber batted his hand away from her breast.

"What again!? We've stopped three times already!"

"I'm sorry Jonathan, I seem to need to wee a bit more these days. Perhaps it's to do with being pregnant?"

"Well at this rate, we won't be arriving there 'til tomorrow! Look, there's a sign but it's 24 miles to the services."

"What about that other one, it says 2 miles."

"That's a truckstop. Not really for cars, more for lorries. You know, transport drivers and trampers."

"Well, surely, they've got a toilet!? Honestly Jonathan, it's feeling urgent."

"Right, truckstop it is then but I don't want you whingeing if the facilities are a bit basic."

"I don't care, as long as I can go."

"Right, it's in here." Jonathan turned in and tried to find somewhere to park that wasn't sandwiched between lines of huge lorries. "You be alright going? The building's over there." Jonathan couldn't be bothered to get out. He'd been into 3 different service stations already that morning and it was beginning to feel like some kind of grand tour!

"I'll be fine."

Jonathan watched as Amber hurried off, walking quickly towards the plain, brick building. He sighed deeply. Her shapely arse in tight, pale blue denim jeans looked scrumptious, her legs looking longer because of her heeled sandals and having her top tucked in at the waist really emphasised how slim she was. She would turn briefly to check out her surroundings affording him slight glimpses of the sides of her bust, her long blonde hair swishing down by her waistband. He could see her breasts jiggling noticeably from her speedy pace and he lazily passed his hand over his crotch. She showed absolutely no sign at all that she was pregnant she was just fucking sexy.

"Ay ay! Nice tits!!"

Jonathan heard a voice through his open window and saw a man appear from behind a lorry who had obviously seen Amber walking, enjoyed the front view and had stepped out to survey her backside. He proceeded to wolf whistle as she disappeared inside the building. He was already feeling quite horny but seeing that little scene play out made him feel even more aroused. That said, these were also the kind of situations where he had to make sure that any guy in close proximity to Amber knew that she belonged to HIM. He quickly put all the windows up, locked the car and headed over to the building. He would wait for Amber to come out and they'd walk back to the car together. As he drew level with the lorry nearest the front, he saw the same driver casually leaning back onto the radiator grille and now smoking. Obviously waiting for his eye candy to leave the building.

Thinking it had been a little while since she left the car, Jonathan stepped inside the building, seeing Amber approaching from further down a corridor.

"Blimey! I thought you'd got lost in there!"

"Sorry Jonathan, I couldn't stop peeing. I don't know where it all came from but..."

"Well, as long as it's all gone now, we can get back on the road. I love you."

Just as they exited the main doorway, Jonathan kissed her to follow up his comment and placed his arm around her, positioning his hand on her torso literally right under the projection of her bust. Walking directly into the sun, Jonathan could see the white lace cups of her bra more clearly through her top and knew that the lorry driver would have the same view.

Despite feeling disappointed to see his eye candy being held tightly by another man, the driver still couldn't take his eyes of the incredible pair of breasts that were walking towards him. It was plainly obvious from the outlines and visibility afforded by her tight top that a large amount of titflesh was sitting above and outside of her bra and even with her bra on, her tits seemed to have a complete life of their own, bouncing rhythmically up and down, the navy fabric of her top being stretched and moved in every direction possible.

'Oh to see you topless,' the driver's silent thought would be the same thought that all the other drivers that Jonathan had noticed staring through their cab windows would be having.

As they walked past him, Jonathan playfully squeezed her right buttock. Amber nudged him away. After all, they were in a public place PLUS they still hadn't had the conversation that she knew she needed to have with him. The thought of it was stressing her out. Jonathan had a feeling the driver might have turned to check her arse out so he turned to satisfy his curiosity and yes - just as he suspected - he actually caught him adjusting his trousers. He smirked and turned away.

"D'you know that lorry driver there fancied you."

"Oh. The one who called out something rude when I walked past before." Amber was dismissive of it as she really didn't like things like that.

"Yep, that's the one. I saw him checking your arse out as well."

"Jonathan!!!"

"Well, you can't blame him can you. He's probably..."

"I don't care WHAT he is, I'm married and it's not on!"

"Turns me on to think that other blokes want you."

Amber rolled her eyes and ignored him. This had come up before, often when they were having sex.

"Turns me on because they all want you but only I can HAVE you because you're MINE. MY sexy wife. I tell you what darling, tonight you're gonna be begging me not to stop fucking you. I'm gonna..."

"Jonathan. Please... we're out and about." Amber was half minded to start the conversation she knew they needed to have now but again, she shied away. She felt nervous and afraid but the more Jonathan made sexual remarks and bantered with her like he did about these things, she knew the harder it would be. He was basically getting himself stoked up for a first night of honeymoon sex.

As they drove off, she checked the sat-nav. An hour and 20 minutes and they'd be there. She felt pleased. It had been a very long drive with stops for her to wee and because of it being a heavy tourist route. She wanted to talk to him before they reached the cottage.

"Soon be there darling, look at that! Not much over an hour now and then it'll just be me and you and mmmmmmmm..." Jonathan placed his hand on her thigh, sliding it up to her crease and back repeatedly.

"Jonathan..."

"Yes darling."

She felt his hand squeeze her leg. It just made everything so much more difficult. She could tell from his words and actions that what she was going to say wasn't going to go down well.

"Ummm... you know I'm pregnant?"

"Well... YES! It's what we've been talking about basically non stop for the last few days!"

"Well, I suppose it's my fault because I assumed you'd know but just in case you've forgotten (Amber wanted to put some onus onto him so it didn't look like it was all on her), because I'm pregnant, I won't be able to have sex... like, PROPER sex... you know... inside."

"Ha! And where d'you get that one from?" Jonathan grinned before turning back to the road.

"What d'you mean 'that one'? It's not a joke Jonathan, I'm not having sex whilst I'm pregnant."

Jonathan could tell by her tone that she was serious, a mixture of disbelief and anger had started bubbling away in his stomach and, anger NOT just because of her new 'no sex' rule but because of her sheer stupidity in thinking that it made any difference. Almost as if on some kind of autopilot trigger, the same air of distant superiority that he had adopted at the pregnancy clinic was putting itself back to work...

"And err... can I just ask why you've made that decision Amber? Why you've suddenly decided that just because you're pregnant, you can't have sex? Because you do realise that you're making a decision there not just for you, but for ME too and trust me, I'm not a man who likes his decisions made for him."

Amber looked up at him, staring at the road ahead coldly. His face had become redder than when they'd first got back into the car at the truckstop. She knew this was never going to be an easy conversation but it was one that they needed to have.

"Well, we don't know what we're going to be doing about things yet do we and if we DO decide to continue with this pregnancy, I don't want to risk damaging the baby so I don't want any penetration or anything... you know... in there." Amber squeezed her legs together almost as if underscoring the upcoming unavailability of her vagina.

"That's fucking RIDICULOUS!!" Jonathan raised his voice, his mind going straight to Mexico and the numerous times he'd fucked Carmen when she was 5 months pregnant.

"Jonathan please!" Amber always felt nervous when he started to add swear words to any conversation.

"Please? PLEASE?! What the fuck Amber!? Having sex when you're pregnant does no damage to a baby at all! Where the hell d'you get that idea from? It's not your stupid Catholic book is it? Your precious all-seeing, all-coveting Father Peter dictating what people can and can't do whilst drooling over the tits of every young girl in his fucking congregation!"

"JONATHAN NO! STOP IT!!" Amber was upset at his reaction anyway but by mentioning their family priest and saying something so horrible about him, she felt herself welling up. "Arrrgghh!" She lurched forward hard as Jonathan swerved into a layby, unable to concentrate on driving. The seat belt held tight against her neck.

"Listen, I know for a FACT that having sex when you're pregnant causes no harm whatsoever." Jonathan felt he needed a solid real-life example to illustrate his point but of course, there was no way he was ever going to fess up about Carmen. He remembered the picture she'd sent him of her and her husband holding their perfect looking little baby.

"And how would YOU know that?!"

Quick as a flash, Jonathan thought he'd try his softly, softly approach. It had worked when they'd talked last night so it would likely work again...

"Look, I've never told you this before but... well, it's a bit painful but..."

Amber wondered what he was going to say. His face looked sad and despondent, a big change from the anger of a few moments ago.

"Years ago, I was in a relationship with a girl. We were getting on really well and... I'm going to be totally honest with you here because it's in the past and I'm married to you now but... well, I bought a ring. Totally ready to settle down I was, booked the restaurant, took her out for a special meal. I showed her the ring and asked her to marry me and thought she was teasing me when she didn't answer straight away. Anyway, long story short - she was almost 5 months pregnant."

"What?! You mean YOU..." Amber feared the worst... was there some woman out there with a child that Jonathan had fathered?

"No! No! Nothing to do with me. Turns out she was seeing another bloke and had gotten herself pregnant by him. Was just using me as a meal ticket, holidays, gifts, weekends away and stuff."

"Oh Jonathan, I'm sorry. You must've been so hurt."

"Yeah, I was." Jonathan lied, unable to conjure up any emotion in relation to his completely fabricated story. "But that's not why I'm telling you that. I'm telling you because... well, she went on to have a perfectly healthy baby and we'd been having sex all the way through, nearly 5 months so you see, having sex whilst you're pregnant causes no harm to a baby whatsoever. You really don't need to worry darling."

"Jonathan, one thing I DO know is that everyone's different. What worked for that girl might not work for another. Just because it was OK for her DOESN'T mean it'd be OK for me. I'd just rather be on the safe side and it'd only be for a few months. Plus, if we decide not to continue with it, things would be back to normal even quicker. AND, I don't mean nothing intimate at all, just no penetration. We can still... well, I can still do other things that you like." Amber smiled and put her hand onto his knee to find it swiftly knocked away.

"So what you're saying is, this is going to be holiday number 2 where I can't fuck you! First Mexico, now here AND it's supposed to be our honeymoon! I don't fucking believe you Amber, I just don't!!" Jonathan turned and smacked his head into the door padding beneath the side window repeatedly. the continual banging scaring Amber.

"Jonathan stop it! Please!! Stop it!!"

"FUCK OFF! D'you know what, if we weren't so much closer to Brian's fucking cottage than we were home, I'd turn round and fucking go back. What d'you honestly think I'm gonna get out of a honeymoon with no proper sex eh?!"

"What I WAS going to say but you didn't let me finish was, I WAS hoping to have gone to that special clinic, the one on that list of options we were given. The 'couples counselling' one. This whole thing is just as much of a shock to me as it is to you and that session is supposed to help answer all questions that both partners have. I was going to ask them about sex during pregnancy and other stuff. I want to be prepared Jonathan. I want to have as much information as possible to help me with this massive decision we've got to make. Don't you feel the same?"

Jonathan didn't answer. Yes, his mate, Brian had given him other options to think about in terms of the future and a child to continue his 'legacy' but the only real-time concerns he had was about being able to have sex and making sure that his new wife retained her figure after childbirth. These were crucial to him.

"I can try and get an appointment for us both as soon as we get back you know. I just need a medical professional to confirm everything will be OK and to answer my questions and I'll feel a lot happier."

"Don't they do online or phone appointments?"

"I think so yes but I'd rather..."

"Ring them up then! Ring them now. Book one now and we'll use my laptop and get it done one day this week then perhaps we CAN at least start having sex for SOME of our once-in-a-lifetime honeymoon!"

Jonathan sped out of the layby and continued driving. He felt tired now and just wanted to get where they were going. They'd been driving since early morning and traffic hadn't been the best.

"Put the phone on speaker. I want to hear."

"Willener Maternity Clinic how can I help?"

"Oh hello, ummm... we recently had an appointment with you and we were offered a 'couples counselling' session. I'd like to book that, online if possible please?"

"Sure, that's fine, let me see... we've got the end of next week, Friday if that's any good?"

Jonathan shook his head and scowled.

"Ummm, have you not got anything sooner, that we can do online?"

"I'm afraid not dear, the two counsellors who run the session are on holiday this week and although they're back on Monday, they're fully booked and..."

Jonathan snatched the phone out of Amber's hand, throwing it down onto his lap so he could speak whilst driving...

"Look, we can pay to have a quick appointment, it's not a problem. We really need this as quickly as possible."

"I'm sorry Sir, all the money in the world wouldn't make a difference as our counsellors are away and..."

Jonathan picked up the phone and threw it back onto Amber's lap.

"Can I book that Friday session then please. Is it online?"

"No, it's an in-person appointment dear, they're a lot better when it's your first one. We take payment on the day alright?"

Amber finished booking and sat quietly on tenterhooks waiting for Jonathan's reaction which wasn't long in coming...

"Right so that's it then. ANOTHER fucking holiday with no sex! I don't even know why I got married!"

"Jonathan please, it's just until next Friday perhaps and between now and then, let's do things like enjoying meals together, going for walks, visiting romantic places AND just discussing our options whenever we can. The more we talk about it, the easier the eventual decision will be for us surely. AND we can still - you know..." Amber leaned down and kissed the crotch of his trousers. Not something she would usually do whilst he was driving but she felt desperate to get him to calm down so they could at least enjoy their honeymoon, even if it was to be a bit different to a regular honeymoon.

Jonathan knew there would be no point arguing with her. It annoyed him so much that his own honeymoon, something that he had waited decades for would now be a shadow of what it should be. Sure, he'd get her to blow him off and would enjoy playing with her tits but he really needed some pussy badly. His new wife's sexily evolving figure was making him feel hornier than ever and yet here she was putting herself out of bounds AGAIN for no good reason.

The rest of their journey passed mostly in silence, Amber hoping that the absence of rage meant he had calmed down and Jonathan thinking about Carmen and how unbelievably delicious her 5 months pregnant body had been. Perfect tits, a still tight early 20s pussy and above all, a sexy, confident attitude that seemed to crave the enjoyment that sex gave her. She KNEW he found her sexy and had pressed every trigger point within him, rendering him desperate for the numerous fucks they'd enjoyed.

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"Wow! Is this the village it's in? It's amazing! Looks like something off a postcard." Amber gazed all around as Jonathan drove very slowly through the village. A post office, general shop and a pub were the first things they passed followed by a community centre, a stream that ran by the village green and beautiful little cottages, some of them thatched and all with doors and window frames painted in different colours.

"Which one's Brian's?" Amber hated using the man's name but knew he was way away in Portugal so there would be no bother from him during their stay in his holiday cottage.

"Hmmm, he said it's got a pale blue door with a wreath on it and pale blue window frames. Ah there, look." Jonathan slowed to a stop and pointed at a very small, narrow building that looked like it was an afterthought sandwiched between two larger properties.

"Oh, it's quite small then."

"Well, he doesn't need anything big does he? He's not down here that often and it's just him and Sylvia so as long as it's got the essentials, that's all anyone here would need."

Amber jumped as the loud sound of a car horn interrupted their chat. Jonathan saw another car right up close to his bumper. There were double yellow lines all through the village so no cars were allowed to park outside the roadside cottages. He raised his hand to acknowledge the other driver and slowly continued on.

"So where do we park?" At almost 6pm and some hours since her last 'visit', Amber was feeling like she needed the bathroom again.

"Hold on..." Jonathan drove out of the village until he came to a crossroads. Pulling into a layby he took out his phone and checked the email Brian had sent him. Right, it says we have to use the village car park. Apparently, all residents park there because there's no parking allowed in front of properties."

"Oh, so we'll have to walk with all our stuff then?"

"Well yes but it's not the biggest place in the world is it and we're hardly invalids!" Jonathan still felt tired and suddenly remembered their earlier discussion about sex, his comment coming across as rather brusque.

Turning around, he headed back into the village, looking out carefully for the 'P' sign. As they turned into the large car park, Amber was surprised to find it almost empty.

"I wonder where everybody is if they all live here then? No cars at this time of day."

"A lot of people who own places down here will be second home owners. Probably don't live here all the time. Anyway, it's good because I'll park as close as I can get to the exit there and we won't have as far to lug our stuff."

"Oooh, I really do need a wee."

"THAT again! Well look, why don't you take the key and I'll bring the stuff over yes?"

"Ah, thanks Jonathan, I'm really feeling quite desperate now." Amber grabbed her bag and quickly walked through the gated exit, crossing the quiet road and along the pavement to the narrow house with the blue door. The car park was behind the houses and opposite the pub and a tall hedge shielded it from the ground floor views of any buildings opposite.

'Yeah, I'm desperate n all but you've put the kybosh on that haven't you!' Jonathan felt angry with himself for losing control on their last night in Mexico. If he hadn't forced himself onto Amber she wouldn't be pregnant now and they'd have no worries at all to contend with. If only Carmen had been there on that last night and hadn't had to rush off. He'd have had a night of sensational sex and she'd have been wearing the college girl uniform she'd promised to wear for him. He HATED being denied when it came to sex. Not only did he lose out on the sex itself but the element of being in control that he absolutely loved would also be missing. He got out of the car and opened the boot, lifting out each small wheeled suitcase. They had only planned on being away for a few days as they'd already lost a few days of their week by having to have medical checks and visit the clinic but Brian wouldn't be back for another 10 days anyway and he'd said they could stay on if they wanted to. At that moment in time, Jonathan could think of no reason at all to stay on. Surely this would be the grimmest honeymoon on record!?

Slamming the boot down, he locked the car and took hold of both the case handles. As he looked up and around, he could see the ornate pub sign hanging from a decorative wrought iron bracket - 'The King's Head' - not very original as far as pubs go. His eyes drifted along the row of top windows until... he stopped dead in his tracks, a girl who looked (even from that distance) to be pretty busty and wearing just a bra quickly pulled a reddish looking top over her head as she walked past the window and disappeared. Jonathan swallowed hard. He looked to either side of him, suddenly wondering if anyone was around and had caught him looking. There was nobody about but even so, it wasn't like he'd been deliberately nosey, the girl had just appeared out of nowhere, had happened to be passing the window and had obviously gone about whatever she was doing, getting ready for something he thought. He went to carry on walking but a light flicked on in the same upstairs room and he then saw the girl again, quickly reaching up and pulling a blind down. The same girl - her top showing up in the light as bright red. He couldn't see loads from that distance but it certainly looked like she had more than just a modest cleavage as she reached up to pull the blind cord. Jonathan always enjoyed anything covert, anything that he shouldn't be seeing but right now, any little bit of titillation wasn't what he needed as he would now have no outlet to really let himself go. FUCK this pregnancy!!

"Jonathan! It's SO nice here! It is quite small but it's got everything AND look, a REAL fire. It's gonna be so cosy!"

"Alright, alright! Let me get in then!" Jonathan pulled the cases inside and immediately took them upstairs to the small but cosy bedroom. Amber followed him up there.

"God I'm knackered! All that bloody driving! Shame you can't drive really." Jonathan let go of the cases and flopped down onto the bed.

"I know what YOU need. Even when you're tired." Amber smirked and began to press on his crotch, massaging his trouser covered groin. She also felt tired but was desperate to show him that no intercourse didn't mean no fun.

Jonathan hadn't really been thinking about that when he'd flopped down onto the bed but now that her hands had started work and he was feeling the early stage results of what she was doing, his mind wandered to the girl he'd seen in the window whom he obviously SHOULDN'T have seen at all. Tits in a bra. DECENT SIZED tits in a bra. NEW AND UNKNOWN tits in a bra...

"Haven't you forgotten something?" Jonathan nodded towards Amber's bust and she smiled and lifted the tight, stretchy top over her head. Her bra-clad breasts seemed to burst forth, almost fighting to get away from their connection with her chest.

"Jesus Amber! I'm sure there should be a law against those! Fucking hell!! Mmmmpppffffhhhhhh!" Jonathan found his voice muffled and his face smothered as his young wife lowered her bust onto his face and pressed downwards. "Mmmmmm... Oh FUCK! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Jonathan pushed at the sides of her breasts, forcing more of her flesh above the white lace balcony cups of her bra, jerking his head side to side between the two large orbs and sounding like a rabid dog.

As she began to unzip him, he groaned loudly, pulling down on her bra cups and freeing her swollen tits. He swore her areolae looked bigger every time he saw them! She shrieked loudly, throwing her head back as his mouth enveloped as much of her left breast as he could manage. One thing was for definite, Amber's breasts and particularly her nipples were now off-the-scale sensitive and she KNEW that, sometimes craving stimulation at very inopportune moments. She angled her body so as to fling her right breast into his face, a reminder that she needed every possible stimulation. As Jonathan switched over to her right side Amber pushed her denim covered hips down onto his cock, grinding them against his stiffness. It felt nice as the thick seam of her jeans pressed onto her clit but inadvertently, this was bound to make her husband crave the sex she was denying him.

Jonathan reached up and began to fumble with the button on her jeans, then her zip.

"Jonathan you do remember that we can't..."

"Fucking vibe killer! SHUT UP!!" Jonathan knew full well that she had made her position regarding sex clear but he didn't want to hear it at such an intense time. "Get your tits around my cock! Oh shit! Get those tits... Arrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh..." Jonathan sighed long and hard as he felt the softness of his young wife's huge, growing tits wrap around his shaft. A split second later, she was moving them up and down, her pillowy mounds sheathing his throbbing dick, massaging it, occasionally taking hold of him and moving his wet cat eye to one of her nipples, gently trying to open him up slightly with her fingers so he could envelope her nipple but her nipple now being too large for his hole.

"Look at me... Christ! Look at me!!" Jonathan shouted, his gaze moving from Amber's stalk-like, downward pointing nipples to her face, her eyes now meeting his, with a dreamy like gaze borne out of the stimulation that the hair around his balls and cock were giving to her highly aroused nipples as she enveloped his thick, hard shaft with her voluptuous softness.

"Mmmmm... Mmmmm..." Amber moaned as she continually massaged her husband's cock with her boobs. Ironically, being pregnant had made her a lot more in tune with her body sexually. Any kind of breast and especially nipple stimulation would send her to a place she'd never been before. She KNEW she wanted it and if it was available, she'd take it. She quietly thought that perhaps this was how men felt in general about sex when they were aroused. She thought that for the first time, she might be a little further on her journey towards understanding how and why men always seemed so horny.

Jonathan looked down at her, her slightly glazed, highly aroused expression seeming to contrast with her diktat about not having full sex. He wanted to fuck her but didn't fancy spending several days having to apologise or have her in a sulk because he hadn't been able to control himself.

"Shit Amber, I WANT you! I want you SO much!" He began raising his hips in time with the rhythmic pushing of her breasts against his cock. "Squeeze me tight! Squeeze me TIGHT!" He could feel the weight of her tits resting on top of his balls, her extended nipples scraping across his pubes and her plump teen flesh sheathing him like her pussy would if he were fucking her. He groaned and closed his eyes, still humping at her tits, a brief image of the girl at the window floating into his mind. He had the best pair of tits this side of anywhere wrapped tightly around his dick but momentarily, the thought of the other girl's ample looking bra covered breasts that he SHOULDN'T have seen was forcing him towards climax.

"Mmmmm... fuck me with those tits... oh you GORGEOUS little girl... bet you LOVE showing those big fat tits off don't you... Oh Godddddd... "

Amber realised he was nearing climax as 'weird words' were starting to flow. 'Big fat tits' being 'shown off'. With his eyes closed, she rolled hers, upping the anti as she tit fucked him harder and faster than she'd ever done before.

"I'm cumming! You're making me cum! Urrgh! Urrgh! Urrgh! Oh Christ! Oh Amber! Those tits darlin' Fucking massive... teen... TITS... UUUUURRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHH! URRRRGGGHHH! URRRRGGGHHH! URRRRGGGHHH! URRRRGGGHHH! URRRRGGGHHH! UUUUURRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHH!"

Amber continued to sheath his jetting cock as spunk spewed up onto her face, neck and breasts. It felt incredibly hot and she thought she'd never been covered in so much before. She sat up gently and watched as her red-faced, spent looking husband got his breath back.

"Jesus Christ Amber, you are one sexy bint you know that?"

Amber smiled. She didn't care for the word 'bint' but she'd succeeded and that was all that mattered. Succeeded in taking his mind off of penetrative sex and now, she thought he looked satisfied and replete. His eyes remained closed and his breathing started to become heavy as he dozed off. Cumming like that after all that driving had literally taken everything out of him. She walked to the bathroom to clean his spunk off herself.

Standing in front of the mirror, she could see the full extent of his climax. Thick, long strands of jizz trailed down from her chin and neck onto her breasts, the light from the electric mirror making them glisten. Bringing her hands to her chest, for some unknown reason, she began to rub his spunk into her skin, her body jerking hard as her fingers grazed over her nipples.

"Mmmmmm... God..." Quickly, she reached down into her jeans and began gently rubbing her warm, sensitive clit. Spreading her left hand she leaned forward, grazing it over both nipples at the same time. "Oh God, you LOVE my breasts don't you, my big, double F cup breasts. They make you cum don't they, because you want them so much... Ahhh GOD NO! AARRRGGGGGHHHHH!! MMMMMMPPPPFFFFHHHH! MMMMMMPPPPFFFFHHHH! MMMMMMPPPPFFFFHHHH!"

The rest of Amber's orgasm continued in silence, her body jerking hard as she braced herself on the sink. Any fly on the wall could have been forgiven for thinking that she was thinking about her husband and the way she'd just made him cum but no, as Amber had edged herself closer to climax and said aloud how much her breasts were coveted, an image was firmly in her head of her next to not just her husband but also Howard, Brian, Colin Barratt, Andy Beresford and the manager of the railway station, all 6 men with their cocks out telling her what they each thought of her huge teen tits and eventually, all 6 of them cumming over her as her stunning figure brought them all to an edge that they just couldn't hold onto any more.

**********

Finding only tea and coffee in the cupboard and just a bottle of champagne with a post it note saying 'Happy Honeymoon love Brian and Sylvia' stuck onto it in the fridge, Amber wondered what they might be eating. With Jonathan still asleep upstairs, she picked up her bag and thought she'd walk down to the little shop to see if she could find something for dinner. She thought the small road remarkably quiet, apart from a few people milling about outside the pub further down. The shop was shut. Spotting a sign with the opening times on she read:

Monday to Friday : 8am - 3pm

Saturday : 9am - 2pm

Sunday : Closed

Honestly! What use was that!? She turned to walk back to the cottage, rubbing her arms as the air had turned quite chilly now.

"Evenin'."

Looking up, Amber saw two older looking men, one with a walking stick, ambling quite slowly heading for the pub.

"Oh, hello." Amber half smiled at the two villagers as she headed back along the road, not realising that both men had turned to check out her backside as she hurried away.

"Corrr dear! Did you clock the size o' them bristols?!" Bill tapped away at his chest, jokingly indicating to his mate that the sight of Amber's large breasts had made his heart race.

"Couldn't NOT clock 'em! Nice tail on 'er an all." Both men stared for a while until she stopped to let herself back into the cottage.

"Int that Brian's place there? Reckon e's got some busty blonde down 'ere for a bit o' fun? You know how much e loves 'is priddy girls. Surprised he ain't cracked it wi' Gina yet."

The two men turned and walked into the pub.

Amber thought she might light a fire but wasn't sure how to do it. She could light the wood but it wouldn't stay alight. Suddenly, she felt really tired and thought she might just join Jonathan for a lie down. She heard footsteps upstairs and then the heavy sound of Jonathan's feet as he galloped quickly down the open-plan, slatted wooden staircase.

"Must've dozed off after that. Needed it though, that drive wiped me out. One thing I DID realise when I woke up though..." Jonathan walked up behind Amber, reached round and began squeezing her bust. Amber rested her head back on his shoulder but more from tiredness than arousal. He whispered into her ear... "You didn't cum did you? There was me spunking over these fucking incredible tits and you? Well... I think it's time for round 2 don't you? I bought your wedding present with me. Shall we..." Placing one hand on her back, Jonathan tried to coax her upstairs. He felt horny. Not that Amber hadn't satisfied him previously but his brain was buzzing from seeing the girl at the window putting her top on and he fancied a bit of 'play' coercion.

"Actually Jonathan, I'm really tired now. I did pop out to the shop to see if I could get something for dinner but it was closed would you believe! I tried to light the fire but came over really tired and I think I just want to lie down."

"Well come on, I'll light the fire. Look at that lovely soft rug there, reckon you'd look fantastic stretched out naked on that. Mmmmm, I could do all sorts to you darling. Come on..."

"Jonathan, I'm just not feeling it right now. Maybe tomorrow eh?"

"Fuck, yes tomorrow then! Deny me why don't you! All that fucking Father Peter bullshit!"

"Jonathan! That's not fair! You fell asleep earlier, straight after you'd... you know and I tried to find something for dinner and light the fire all the while you were snoozing and refreshing. I've had none of that and now I'm tired so..." She turned and walked slowly up the stairs. She wasn't a fan of slatted stairs as it made her feel funny being able to see the floor through them.

"Whatever!" Jonathan walked to the kitchen, finding the same tea, coffee and champagne that Amber had seen. "Fuck it! Might as well." Pouring himself a glass of champagne, he put a couple of lamps on and sat in the chair by the window. It was a really nice little place Brian had got. Yes, it was small but to use as a base when you're on holiday it was perfect and the village itself seemed peaceful. As he continued to sip the champagne he thought about the note that Brian had thoughtfully stuck to the bottle - 'Happy Honeymoon.' Yeah right. Honeymoons were supposed to be full of sex. The whole purpose of them was to spend time having sex. As often as possible. No other holiday had that requirement attached to it but this was a honeymoon, a post-marriage time of fun and sex, sexual fun. He started to feel a bit 'poor me' as though he was the only bloke in the world that was or had ever been on honeymoon to find sex restricted or rationed. Of ALL times in a bloke's life, it shouldn't be like this on honeymoon AND what bloke would be lucky enough to have just married a busty 18 year old girl and yet have to put up with her dictating when sex could happen and how it could be. It just wasn't right and certainly wasn't something he was expecting out of married life. His mind wandered to the pregnancy. Leaving any other thoughts aside, he knew he had to think about it, come to a decision but the truth was, he just couldn't be arsed. Every time he thought about it there just seemed to be equal amounts of pros and cons which meant he couldn't decide, which meant he pushed the whole matter away and refused to think further about it, the result being that he wasn't making any progress towards shaping what would be his and Amber's future.

Topping up the champagne, he took another swig and suddenly felt very hungry. Surely there was a takeaway that delivered not too far away? He got up and walked around the living room, pulling out various drawers and opening small cupboards, finally coming across a stash of leaflets and booklets covering food, places to visit, activities etc. He spread out a few of the food related ones, pizza, Indian, Chinese, then one for the King's Head pub showing 'delicious home made food served until 8pm daily.' He glanced at his watch - 7.40pm. If he legged it down there now, he might be lucky enough to bag scampi and chips or something quick before they stopped serving. Gulping down the remainder of the champagne, he threw on a jacket and headed down the road. It was literally just a two minute walk. Glancing through one of the windows before walking in, he thought it looked cosy, fairly busy for a Wednesday evening and nicely set out with a large roaring fireplace to one side. Pushing through the door he suddenly became aware of how silent it was. Most unusual. He looked around and realised that most people were looking over at him. It dawned on him that because he wasn't local, people might be surprised to see somebody different. He was familiar with that as it had happened once when he'd been on business in Wales and had stopped overnight in a small village. The pub had fallen silent as soon as he'd walked in. Telling himself that it was totally expected in a such a small village, he formed a half smile and made his way over to the bar, still looking around, slowly becoming conscious that people were resuming their conversations.

"Hi, what can I get you?"

Jonathan struggled to raise his eyes from the incredible cleavage in front of him, encased in a tight red top with a low neckline trimmed with red lace. Finally reaching the girl's face, her bright eyes and welcoming, coral lipped smile beamed as she waited to hear what drink he'd like.

"Ummm..."

The barmaid could tell he was somewhat 'distracted' and just continued smiling sweetly.

"Am I too late for food?"

"No, not at all. Have you seen our menu? What d'you fancy?"

Jonathan thought that any woman with a bust like hers asking 'what d'you fancy' was totally inviting innuendo. Of course he would refrain. Completely inappropriate as a total stranger.

"N... no, I haven't." Everything Jonathan said came out as a stutter, full of hesitancy. "Is there anything you can recommend?"

The girl smiled, "Depends how hungry you are. Our steak pile is amazing, totally home made and served with either chips or veg. Lovely puffy crust n very filling."

'Please don't say 'puffy'. Please...' Jonathan couldn't help his eyes wandering down to her spectacular cleavage which made him look like he was suddenly staring hard at her eyes every time he caught himself slipping and forced his gaze quickly back upwards again.

"I'll have the steak pie then please oh and err... can I have a pint of real ale to go with that?"

"Sure, I'll just get your drink then if you sit yourself down, make yourself comfortable somewhere and we'll bring the food over when it's ready."

Aside from her extremely eye catching bust, Jonathan thought she had a most beautiful smile, lighting up her whole face and adding to the confident air that she seemed to exude. He watched intently as she pulled the pump handle towards her, the long, slow, purposeful movement central to her cleavage reminding him (as it would any man) of getting his dick between her large breasts. Unbeknown to him, she looked up as she worked, seeing his eyes unashamedly fixed on her chest. She smirked...

"There, always like to catch the last drops. That's £5.25 please."

Jonathan tapped his card.

"I'll just pop this order through to the kitchen. Won't be too long." She flashed him a smile as she walked through the small door at the back of the bar, giving Jonathan the opportunity to check out her whole figure. She was slim and looked to be about 5 feet 6 inches tall but did have a pair of quite high heels on. Her slender, toned looking legs were perfectly set off by the flouncy hem of a fairly short, black, two tiered skirt that swished animatedly just above mid thigh as she walked, into which the pillar box red top was tucked, her waist being cinched by a tight, wide elasticated belt. Her shoulder length hair was a light brown, more or less the same as Amber's was before she'd gone blonde and there were noticeable blonde highlights running through it. One side was clipped back, with a blonde tendril hanging loose, softening her face. Jonathan clocked the outline of the back of her bra through her top as he turned to find a seat. He found her incredibly sexy.

There were several spare tables but all dotted between other customers, with many preferring the cosiness of the fireside. Jonathan noticed that all the tables alongside the windows were free so he made his way over to the one furthest back so as not to be too close to the main door. He sipped at his ale, something that he hadn't had for a long time. It reminded him of how much he loved the taste of more craft inspired beers. He felt a bit awkward as all the other tables had at least two people at them. He had been used to dining / drinking alone over the years, various business trips that he'd been on were usually solo affairs (apart from the odd few he'd been on with Brian) but it felt different here because this was a very small village, he was a stranger and this wasn't business. He probably looked a right sad old git. Taking another swig from his pint, he started to feel resentful that Amber wasn't with him. Here he was, on the first night of his honeymoon with his wife in bed asleep and he left high and dry and having to eat on his own. To be honest, it was bullshit. Hearing a noise sounding like heels, he looked up to see the barmaid walking across from the bar with what he assumed would be his meal. Her shoes clacked rhythmically on the wood floor and by God... her tits were definitely rivalling Amber's as they bounced beautifully beneath her top, just as his wife's had done at the truck stop earlier. Unusually for a slim girl, as well as having good projection, her breasts seemed to cover the entire width of her chest as well. He couldn't help but wonder what they'd look like outside of a bra.

"There. We're about to close the kitchen now so they've piled on some extra veg. Hope you're hungry and like big portions but hey... just leave what you don't want." The barmaid leaned down, placing his food on the table.

Jonathan forced his eyes upwards again, leaving her bulging, downward pointing cleavage still teasing his peripheral vision.

"I'm fine with big portions." He tried to smile but felt so inwardly serious. He was desperate not to come across as a lech.

"I thought you might be." The girl smiled and turned to walk back to the bar, her flippy short hemline and the side swell of her generous bust from behind causing Jonathan's cock to throb gently.

"She's gorgeous int she?"

Jonathan looked across to see a couple of older men at another table smiling at him. He didn't like it. He'd obviously been spotted checking the barmaid out too closely and he didn't want to be perceived in any way, especially as he was a stranger. He also didn't want to appear stand-offish. He smiled a brief acknowledgement before picking up his cutlery and starting to eat, being sure to keep his head down as much as possible. Every so often he would casually look around as one did and every so often, the pretty barmaid would cross his field of vision purely by chance. He'd see her walking about, interacting with customers, cleaning glasses behind the bar. He thought she looked to be around mid 20s and she came across as really friendly to all customers regardless of whether they were male or female. Obviously an asset to a rural business like this.

The combination of the pint of ale and the hearty meal was making him feel full. He also felt like the ale and the two glasses of champagne he'd glugged before he came out were starting to affect him slightly. He suddenly belt bombarded with several emotions and feelings at once; resentment, annoyance, frustration, arousal. Why the HELL was he sitting here alone on his HONEYMOON!!? For fucks sake! Even leaving sex aside, it clearly stated in the pre-marriage booklets that they'd both been given that a wife should be by her husband's side so even if Amber was once again dictating how sex could be, she should at least be fulfilling all the other conditions that come with being a wife. He pushed the plate away and gulped down the rest of the ale, not intending to let out such a loud 'Ahhhhh' afterwards. It really was a wonderful meal but he was full to bursting.

"Shall I clear that away for you?" Once again, the barmaid was by his side, leaning down ready to take his plate.

"Oh, err... yes, yes please. Compliments to the chef too, it really was very good. Eyes are bigger than my belly I think, ha."

"Yes, I've noticed your eyes." The girl smirked and walked off with the plate.

What did THAT mean? 'I've noticed your eyes.' Had she clocked him ogling her breasts? Surely not. He'd tried so hard to be discreet. God, if she had then he wouldn't feel comfortable going back in there again. Urrrrgggghhhhh. Everything suddenly felt too heavy and too much. Walking over to the bar and vowing to ONLY look at the barmaid's face, he ordered another pint of ale, his 'vow' blown as she turned side on to reach for a fresh glass and his eyes spent all of two seconds taking in the arousing projection of her bust which although seemed to sit slightly lower against her chest than Amber's, the sheer size and fullness of her breasts made their more pendulous position seem like the most natural thing in the world. Tapping his card to pay, he made his way back to the table.

The more he drank and the longer he sat there thinking about both his personal situation and the stunner that was the King's Head barmaid, the more depressed he started to feel. The irony of being married to a busty 18 year old and yet not being able to have proper sex with her and some big titted and very pretty barmaid being in his midst, dressed sexily and oozing a similar kind of confidence to Carmen was starting to grate badly. Taking a big swig of ale, he took out his wallet and thumbed through the business cards he'd amassed over time, tossing each of them onto the table in turn. He would sort out anything that wasn't needed any more and bin them. The things a sex deprived man found to do on his honeymoon! As he rifled through the cards, he came across one where the word 'Devon' jumped out at him. Michael. Mike. The loss adjuster he'd met whilst he and Amber were in Mexico back in January. At the time, he'd said that if he was ever in the area, he should call in. Well now, he WAS in the area and with it seeming like he might be spending some time on sex rations and not fancying trips out to castles every day, he figured that it would be nice for him and Amber to go over and spend some time with them. Taking another swig of ale, he tapped out a text message...

'Hey Mike, it's Jonathan. We met in Mexico. I'm in the West Country for a few days. Just wondered if you fancied meeting up for a drink?'

Sending the message made Jonathan feel even more depressed. He really shouldn't have to be doing things like this on his bloody honeymoon! Placing his head into his hands he slumped slightly, wishing to God that his situation could be different, that Amber WASN'T pregnant, that he was fucking his teen bride whenever and wherever he wanted. Even the clack of the barmaid's heels didn't break through his thoughts this time.

"Hey, everything OK?"

Jonathan heard a chair scrape across the wood floor and looked up to see the gentle bounce of cleavage as the barmaid pulled up a chair opposite him and adjusted its position. NOW where was he supposed to look? She was right opposite him and leaning slightly forwards too.

"Urrrgggghhhhh... just a bit... sorry."

"No apologies needed here. We all have off days. It's allowed! Anything I can do to help? I'm a good listener." Her kind, gentile smile seemed to belie the fact that she had a set of tits that were built for serious action. Jonathan remembered she'd made a comment about his eyes earlier and suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Look, umm... you said something about my eyes earlier... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry if..."

"Ha! Don't worry, you're not the first man to come in here and umm... get distracted shall we say... and you certainly WON'T be the last!"

Jonathan couldn't quite believe she'd just been so matter of fact about something that many women would find creepy. "I was just going to... urrgh, whatever I say, you got me fair and square so... I'm sorry, that's all."

"You're a man - its hardwired in and it's OK. End of the day, this is a pub and a lot of people - especially men - come in here for a bit of escapism from everyday life, a chat with a mate, a break from indoors, to chill from work etc and part of that unwinding process is being able to enjoy yourself and take a break from day to day demands. Anyway, I haven't seen you here before, are you on holiday? I'm Georgina by the way but most people call me Georgie or Gina."

This time, Jonathan forced himself to appreciate her smile, her kind but somehow seductive looking face really appealing to him.

"I'm Jonathan and yes, I'm on holiday. Well, not strictly speaking. I'm actually on honeymoon."

"Honeymoon!! Oh congratulations! That's lovely! Your wife didn't fancy coming to eat tonight?"

"Ummm... no, no she was a bit tired so she..."

"Went to bed early." Georgina's expression shifted to one of sympathy.

"Umm, yeah."

"Ah, shame. Are you staying locally?"

"Yes, just along the road. D'you know Brian Jenkinson?"

"Oh yes Brian! Him and his wife Sylvia are often in here. Tell you what though, you thought YOU had to apologise (which you didn't) but Brian can be a right devil sometimes can't he! Now he's ALWAYS checking out my boobs! Likes to point out when I'm wearing a top that might show my bra a little. In a way, I hope he's not down here when we have our summer barbeque, he'd probably lose the plot completely if he saw me in a bikini, ha!"

"To be honest, I'D probably lose the plot completely if I saw you in a bikini. You're a very pretty girl."

For the first time that evening, Gina blushed. She thought that a newly married man on his honeymoon might not be 100% on the money for making a direct remark about seeing her in a bikini.

"You obviously know Brian then?"

"Know him!? He's been my best mate and business partner for donkeys years! Me and him..."

"Oh gosh! Now I'M sorry! I didn't realise and I shouldn't have made those remarks about him being... you know."

"Hey, forget it! Brian's been a tit man since I first met him, it's just part of him. We joke about it all the time. Lucky his wife is as understanding as she is. He does look after her though.

"Right. Two peas in a pod then eh?" Gina smirked, referencing the fact that she knew pretty much when Jonathan first walked up to the bar that he was also a tit man.

Silence ensued as Jonathan felt a wave of embarrassment wash through him.

"Look, don't sit by yourself, everyone's really friendly here." Gina raised her voice, "Why don't you go sit with Bill and Micky there, they'll make you feel welcome." Seeing a customer approaching the bar Gina got up. "Bill, you don't mind if Jonathan joins you do you?"

Bill beckoned him over as Gina headed back to the bar. "Come n sit with us John. No point being all mopey on yer own eh."

Jonathan felt awkward going to sit with two strangers but as it was something that Gina - being friendly - had suggested, he kind of felt obliged. Micky pushed a chair out for him and he sat down, nodding at each man.

"You're a lucky man John! Not everyone gets a private audience with our Gina like that. Did you pass the test?"

"Test? What test?"

"Did you manage to keep looking at 'er face and not 'er tits ha!"

"Always 'ad a smashing pair o' bristols that one. Bloody lovely."

Jonathan hadn't heard the slang 'bristols' for many years. Often used both over on the West side of the country with the proximity to Bristol and by some of the older generation of Londoners as part of rhyming slang (Bristol City - Titty).

"Dunno, think I need to do a re-sit ha!" Jonathan didn't even know where the quip came from. He wasn't feeling particularly jovial. Definitely the drink talking now.

"Ha! Think every single one of us in 'ere 'ave 'ad resits, some of us more than once a day eh Micky!"

"Ooh arrr. Keeps a smile on our faces anyway."

"D'you come in here often? I mean... uh, I know that sounds naff but I'm guessing you're local?"

"Aye. Born n raised 'ere! We've seen a lotta changes int we Bill? Mostly incomers ya know. Our families can't afford to live 'ere no more so they all leave n people from the big cities with money are the only ones who can move in. Even then, it's mostly 'oliday lets n so on so no real community any more. It's a shame."

"It is. We're in 'ere I s'pose 4 or 5 times a week. Sometimes we bring the wives in but sometimes it's nice to just come in and enjoy the view eh Mick?" Bill grinned as all three men heard the clack of heels on the floor as Georgina walked over to start cleaning tables.

Jonathan stared transfixed at Gina's incredible bust as it jiggled enticingly beneath her top whilst she polished the tables. Her cleavage line noticeably lengthened as she leaned over.

"You'll get bad eyes you keep looking at that, ha!" Micky nudged Jonathan and smirked.

"Why d'you think we both wear glasses eh? Ha! Like I said - WE ONLY COME IN 'ERE FOR THE VIEW!" Bill raised his voice as Gina moved to the table directly in front of theirs. She looked up and pretended to roll her eyes, obviously totally aware of what their comment was implying and yet making no attempt at all to change her position...

"I hope you two aren't being a bad influence on Jonathan there!" She smiled and Jonathan could have sworn she was now polishing a bit more quickly.

"Oh, as if Gina! Besides, Jonathan don't need anyone influencing 'im, e's influenced enough as it is! Three peas in a pod, that's us, ha!"

Gina looked directly into Jonathan's eyes, her mouth slightly upturned but her general expression quite serious. She held his gaze for about ten seconds, noticing how his eyes flitted quickly between her bust and her eyes. He just couldn't help himself, ten seconds was way too long to try and look at a girl's eyes when there was a huge pair of tits just inches below.

"Peas in a pod eh? The question is, can I cope with three of you!" Gina picked up the polish, flashed them a large smile and walked off to start cleaning the bar itself.

Leaving innuendo type banter aside, most people that came to the pub returned frequently because of the friendly atmosphere. Gina was certainly a stunner but she was also a kind and friendly person, a good listener and always willing to help. She'd had more than enough experience working in her Dad's pub in between university terms and being generally quite confident anyway, she just had this knack of making people feel welcome and relaxed, alongside making most of the male customers who saw her feel extremely horny.

She'd started working at the pub aged 18. It had given her good experience for securing part-time bar work whilst she lived away from home to do her degree. Then when there were extended periods of holiday, she'd come back and help out again before the new term began. Now 22 and in the last year of university, she would soon be heading back to complete her last term and her younger sister, 18 year old Felicity would then step in to help at the pub. Her father had been straight with her from the outset. He knew that most blokes lusted after his older daughter. Her slim physique and large bust had drawn attention some time before they should have and he made it clear that the whole place would do really well if she wore clothes that showed off her figure. He was keen to add that she should refrain from looking like some kind of floozy and that everything should be tasteful and that's exactly how it worked out. Georgina had worked out pretty quickly that fun banter flowed, takings were up and people had smiles on their faces when she wore attractive clothes and of course, with a bust as big as hers, there was no hiding it, even in more conservative attire.

"God she's sexy." It definitely WAS the drink talking now as Jonathan would never normally be as open with strangers and people he'd only just met.

"Says you and every other bloke who comes in 'ere!" Micky grinned "Anyway, we'd better be getting off 'ome. Don't want Win n Jean to come out looking for us do we Bill?"

"Definitely not! Right, nice to meet you Jonathan. Maybe see you again eh?"

"I think that's highly likely." Jonathan looked across to see Gina on tiptoes in front of the bar, reaching to replace wine glasses on the racking. Her flippy black skirt was already short but it had lifted a further couple of inches as she reached up, her bare, toned thighs alluding to the sweet delights he felt she'd have between her legs. With the two older men now gone and other people clearing out, Jonathan seemed to sink back into malaise. He thought about Amber, his wedding day, the tit-fuck she'd given him earlier that evening that was certainly very much welcome but no substitute for a good fuck. A voice in his head murmured...

'She shouldn't be doing this to you. She's dictating how things should be and withholding sex! She agreed NOT to do this when she married you! What are you, man or mouse!?'

Quickly gulping down the rest of his pint, his thought somehow spilled over into speech and very quietly and slowly, he began to repeat it aloud, "What are you, man or mouse? What are you, man or mouse? What are you, man or mouse? What are you, man or MOUSE!"

"I certainly hope we DON'T have any mice in here! You were looking a bit down since Bill and Micky left so I've brought you this. On the house! Course, if you don't fancy it, I'll down it. We're closing shortly and I'm clearing up and winding everything down though so might have to be a VERY quick one!"

Jonathan took the small shot of whiskey from her and downed it in one.

"Oh wow! I didn't mean THAT quick! Are you..."

'Am I sane? Compus mentis? With it? Happy? Oh God... what do I know eh?"

Georgina pulled out a chair next to him and sat down. He thought her breasts looked incredibly full and now with the side angle her position was gifting to him, when she moved in a certain direction, the neckline of her top gently lifted away from her bust ever so slightly and when it did, Jonathan caught a very fleeting glimpse of the left strap of her white bra.

"Cheer up! Your wife'll probably be feeling a lot better in the morning and you'll be enjoying your honeymoon like tonight never happened." Gina smiled.

"T... take my adv... advice... DON'T... I mean DO NOT ever get married OK. Not worth it. Enjoy your ffffffff... ffffreeDOM." Jonathan was slurring his words and was definitely worse the wear for drink now. Gina felt like perhaps she shouldn't have tried to be hospitable and given him the whiskey. They didn't get many drunks in the pub but when they did, it wasn't a good vibe and Gina's father would always come and deal with whoever it was in no uncertain terms.

"I'm not planning to, don't worry, ha! Mind you, you won't mean that in the morning. Now, I hope you don't mind but you're the last one here now and I need to get my beauty sleep so..." Gina tapped her nails on the table, a gentle encouragement to Jonathan that he needed to be going.

"YOU don't need no beauty sleep! Youse is... youse beautiful enough... an you got gor... gee... gorge... you got gor-GHUSH tits!"

Gina smirked. She did enjoy that men liked her figure and she'd never tire of receiving compliments but she was now treading a line between being friendly and trying to close the pub up without having to get her father involved. She didn't know how things would continue or what this stranger to the village was like when under the influence of alcohol.

"That's sweet of you but I need to get to bed now. Need to be up early for my morning run and nothing interferes with that. Got to keep myself in shape." Come on Jonathan. I'll see you tomorrow and maybe bring your wife in too yes? I'm sure she'll be feeling much better tomorrow." Gina stood up and held out her arm, indicating that Jonathan should also get up and make his way out.

After a few wobbles, Jonathan managed to stand. "I'll keep you in shape. Oh God I'd keep you in shape. And I'd keep THESE in shape too..." Georgina quickly dodged out of the way as Jonathan's hands reached for her breasts. His eyes appeared to be out on stalks and almost bulging.

"Come on, that's it. You're more than welcome to pop back tomorrow, you and your wife. Goodnight Jonathan." Gina pressed her body to the door as she slid the latch up to lock it. She didn't hate him. She actually felt a bit sorry for him. Some man on his honeymoon who should be wooing his wife who had gone for an 'early night.' Shame.

"I'd keep 'em in shape... Definitely keep those in shape. Phwooaaarrrr... lovely big tits and they're all MINE Brian, ha!" Jonathan slid the key in the door and let himself in. Everywhere was dark. As he made his way up the stairs he quietly verbalised the lusty thoughts he was having about Gina.

"Sssshhhh... Sssshhhh!" He slapped the side of his face as he poked his head around the bedroom door. Amber was asleep with one leg and one buttock outside the duvet. "Mmmm, bet you got a nice tight little arse as well eh Geeeeeee... Sssssshhhhhhhh. Ha! Shhhhhhhhhower."

Jonathan was conscious he'd had more that he should've to drink and figured that having a shower might bring him to his senses. The hot water felt amazing and a very quick but deliciously enjoyable wank with Gina as its focus ensued. That would drain him (in all senses) enough to get to sleep.

**********

Jonathan wasn't sure where he was when he woke up. It was still dark. The strained sound of retching emanating from the bathroom confused him. A creature of habit, he reached over for Amber to find her not there. He listened harder, this time hearing miserable sounding sighs in between the awful vomiting noises. Amber was experiencing her first bout of morning sickness and felt terrible. Jonathan hated the sound and sight of anyone being sick but knew he should go and be the dutiful husband and see if she was alright. He decided to lay there a while longer to see if it stopped and thankfully, it did.

Sighing periodically, Amber slowly made her way back into the bedroom, collapsing back down onto the bed and jolting Jonathan. He decided to use her unceremonious return to pretend it had woken him up.

"Eh? Amber? What's going on? What time is it?"

"Oh Goddd..." Amber rolled to one side, turning her back on him. She felt drained and awful.

"Amber, what's happened? Are you OK?"

"I've been sick."

"Sick!? Well, what did you eat last night? I tell you, you should've come to the pub with me. I had a cracking steak pie and the portions!" A vision of Gina's large bust floated briefly into his mind.

"Urrrgghhh! PLEASE! DON'T talk about food! Urrrgghhh!"

"Are you ill? Should we get down to the doctor's? Wherever that is around here."

"No, no. It's MORNING sickness Jonathan. It happens in pregnancy. I feel terrible. I'm shattered."

The first thought that came into Jonathan's head wasn't one that a caring and loving husband should have had. She'd had her first bout of morning sickness. She was around 3 months pregnant and here was the first symptom. He felt tangibly worried that this would herald the onset of other 'symptoms' like her belly getting fat. Shit! Surely not this quickly! What about Carmen!? She'd been 5 months pregnant when he'd fucked her and she barely showed at all. He felt genuinely worried but not for his wife as he should be but selfishly, for himself! If she was going to start getting fat now then there'd be no alternative but to end the pregnancy. Literally 4 days of married life and Amber was potentially starting a transformation into a woman with a figure he'd never give a second look to. He felt troubled and like he needed to pace about.

"I'll get you a glass of water." Pulling his robe on, Jonathan went downstairs. He hadn't had much sleep himself and if it hadn't been for Amber and the noise she'd made in the bathroom, he'd still be asleep now. He peered out of the kitchen window as he filled the glass. It was just starting to get light. He noticed the time on the oven clock - 06:10. Making his way back up the stairs he placed the water on Amber's bedside cabinet to find her asleep again. He looked at her - tendrils of blonde hair stuck to the edges of her damp mouth which was open, allowing her heavy breaths to escape quite noisily. This really wasn't how he imagined his honeymoon. Never in a million years. He felt troubled and on edge. Walking over to the window, he peered around the curtain. From his position on the upper floor of the cottage he saw the figure of a girl jogging through the gap in the large hedge that shielded the car park. Jeez it was only just after 6am! He watched on, not being able to make out much in the fairly dim light other than it was the back view of a slim looking girl with her hair in a ponytail and - from what he could tell - in the tight sports clothing she was wearing, she had a decent looking arse. As the curtain slipped back again it hit him. GINA! Yanking the curtain back again he stared as she disappeared into the distance across the car park. He remembered how taken he'd been with her figure the previous night in the pub, how she'd been seemingly kind and a good listener but he didn't remember any of the latter part where he'd been a bit worse for wear from the drink and had made some quite suggestive remarks to her. Right then, he felt like he needed a good coffee and someone to talk to and decided to take a chance. What was the worst that could happen? If she thought he was a wierdo, she'd probably politely say good morning and carry on her way.

Quick as a flash, Jonathan washed, dressed and went back to the window to watch for her coming back. As he caught sight of her at the far end of the car park on her return run, he picked up his keys and wallet and headed quietly outside. He walked smartly past the pub and waited around a corner where he had a view of the car park entrance. Once she came into view, he would start walking casually up to the pub and make out he was looking for a place for coffee. At that time of the day and in such a small village, he knew his reasoning would probably sound spurious to her but he could easily play the dumb tourist, the one from London who had access to various coffee outlets 24 hours a day. He felt a strange kind of excitement as he saw her appear through the gap in the hedge and began walking, adjusting his pace to align with his estimate of when she'd reach the pub at her current pace.

"Oh! Morning Jonathan! You're up and about early." Gina jogged on the spot as she stopped to greet him, her voice sounding breathy from running.

Jonathan swallowed hard as the breasts he had been smitten with last night jiggled like a Mexican wave behind a very tight, stretchy sports type cropped top. The front of it was fastened with a zip and the silver ring pull flipped up and down as she moved. It was very tight and doing a good job of supporting her bust but the upper, uncovered part of her cleavage was obviously doing what it naturally would without the tight lycra pressing down on it. He looked down, the equally tight, slightly shiny cropped sports leggings overtly displaying a rather large (he thought) camel toe. He figured that the sports clothing must literally be the only thing she was wearing at that moment. Obviously no other bra as her top was doing the work there and even MORE obviously, no panties!

"Morning Gina." Jonathan was trying very hard but failing periodically, NOT to look at her constantly jiggling upper breasts. "I just woke up extra early this morning and couldn't get back to sleep so thought I'd come out and get some fresh air."

"Oh, it's definitely fresh alright. I'm out every morning at this time. I like to keep in shape. Don't wanna end up looking like an old hag at 30 do I, ha!"

"I'm sure you've got a long way to go before you reach 30." Jonathan smiled, feeling like he was paying her a compliment in that she looked youthful. His remark came across as somewhat 'cheesy' and unbeknown to him, had given Gina a little random insight into him.

"Only another 8 years. Always good to be prepared eh?"

"Yes... yes... indeed." Jonathan was desperate to keep the conversation going, not least because whilst it was happening, he could enjoy her gorgeous figure. Somehow though, he couldn't think of anything else to say which was unusual for him."

"So, it's coffee you're after is it?" Gina continued to jog on the spot, checking the monitor on her wrist as she finished speaking.

"Yeah to be honest. Thought the pub might open early for coffee/breakfast you know but I guess..."

"Nah, no call for it round here really. We open around 10am and we do serve coffee then but more elevenses if you know what I mean."

"I do." Jonathan could feel the situation drawing to a close.

"You can grab a coffee up at mine though if you fancy?" Gina smiled, still jogging on the spot but this time more slowly, still checking her monitor.

"Ummm... are you sure? You don't mind? I don't want to put you to any tr..."

"If I minded, I wouldn't have asked would I? Come on." Gina jogged off through a side alley which led around the back of the pub. Jonathan walked smartly behind her, the now closer view of her from behind showing him an arse that was petite, rounded and firm, with little to no excess movement. To say he wasn't feeling aroused by her body clad in sports gear would be a lie but he was desperately trying to keep his composure and this time NOT give her any indication that he found her attractive in THAT way.

"Up here." Gina called down as she was already halfway up the black metal fire escape stairway that led up to her rooms at the top of the pub.

Jonathan made his way up the stairs, ending up just inches from her backside as he stood behind her on the small platform as she fiddled to open the door.

"Make yourself at home." Gina gestured across to a sofa and a chair. The rooms were quite small apart from the bedsitting room area which had double aspect windows to the front and a sofa bed in the far corner. Jonathan realised it was the left hand window that he'd seen her walk in front of as he was unloading the car yesterday evening. There was a small kitchenette which led into an even smaller utility area and then a bathroom.

"Look, I don't want to be a bad host but I always get a shower as soon as I get back from a run. I won't be long. Feel free to make yourself a coffee, all the stuff's there. You can make me one if you like too - black, no sugar." Gina gestured to the small kitchenette and promptly disappeared through the utility room and into the bathroom. Jonathan heard the water come on and soon afterwards, Gina started humming to herself. He looked around the room. It was pretty small but he remembered the two men in the pub saying about her only being there when she wasn't at university so he felt it probably did alright for her for such short periods of time. As he glanced to his right, he noticed a red lace bra over the back of the sofa. With Gina still humming in the shower, he quickly flipped it over to check the label. The cups looked very large, similar to Amber's. 34G! Fuck! Fuck!! Carefully placing it back so it didn't look like he'd touched it, he headed into the little kitchen to make coffee and switched the kettle on. Sandwiched half between the door that separated the kitchen from the utility area, there was a clothes airer with about 6 different bras and matching panties. With Gina only being in the bathroom next door, he didn't want to touch anything for fear she might suddenly come out but he sure had a good look, taking in all the lace, the mesh and even what looked like a half cup strapless affair, he thought her underwear looked very sexy.

As he stirred both coffees, he heard Gina coming out of the bathroom.

"Ah good, coffee. You found everything then." Gina smiled and reached past him to pick up the black coffee. "So, is your wife still not feeling up to much this morning?"

Jonathan turned to have his breath totally taken away by the sight of Gina as he never expected to see her. A short, silky fabric robe was wrapped around her, tied with a belt at her waist not far above which, the obvious and deliciously pendulous outline of her breasts seem to fight with the belt for the right (or not) to keep her bust covered up. Her damp hair dripped onto her shoulders, causing wet patches on the robe. In forcing himself to look at her face only, Jonathan noticed that even without lipstick, her mouth had the sexiest cupid's bow upturn. Urrgh, it didn't matter WHERE he looked, he was struggling not to feel aroused by her.

Jonathan followed her to the living room and sat back on the sofa as Gina went to set up the ironing board.

"No, she's not. Honestly, it's not her fault but when you're on your honeymoon you can't be blamed for expecting... Oh, never mind." For once Jonathan felt a bid bad speaking ill of Amber.

"For expecting a bit of fun!" Gina finished his sentence, the already short hemline of her robe shifting up and down as she set up the ironing board.

"Well, yes."

"Is it your first marriage or have you been married before?" Gina thought that from his age, he was probably divorced and trying again.

"First."

"Oh really!?" Gina was genuinely surprised. "I thought..."

"I know. You thought that a bloke who looks as old as me must be..."

"NO! I mean, I'd say you were what, early - mid 50s ish?" Gina was deliberately being kind - she had her reasons.

Jonathan suddenly felt a rush of male pride from her spuriously complimentary remark. The shot in the arm he'd received as a result of all being OK at the health check he'd had with Paul a few days ago was no less important to him and had increased his own confidence massively.

"I'm 63."

"Oh wow! I'd NEVER had guessed that! Awww, it's a shame that your wife's not so well. Perhaps after a few days here in our lovely West Country air she'll be feeling better and then you can... well, you know..." Gina smiled and reached down to plug the iron in. As she did her robe lifted just enough to give the tiniest glimpse of the lower sliver of her left buttock. Inside Jonathan's head, the voice just plainly and simply said, 'Phwooaaarrrr.'

Gina began to iron a red shirt with a tartan style pattern on it. She would be wearing it for the first shift of the day, along with a pair of blue jeans. She always dressed quite casually for daytime, changing outfits for the evening.

"I hope so. After all, you only go on honeymoon once don't you?"

"That's the idea, yes."

"So what about you? I'm guessing you have a boyfriend? Back at uni or something?"

"No one in particular at the moment." As Gina ironed, the front of her robe shifted slightly side to side making Jonathan think that if she carried on, it would start to open up. "I do OK though." She smirked at him. "Not ready to settle down or anything yet. Life's for having fun. Oh... look... I'm sorry." Her expression changed as she realised that mentioning 'fun' when Jonathan was effectively deprived of it on his honeymoon was somewhat tactless.

"Forget it! You're young. Why shouldn't you have fun?"

"Right, that's that done." Gina leaned down to pull the iron plug out of the socket, this time deliberately lifting her left leg. Unfortunately for Jonathan, he saw nothing but darkness as the shadow from her lifted thigh and the short robe guarded the space between her legs. Standing back up, she turned towards him as she gathered up the iron cord. His face looked somewhat red. She smiled. "I'll pop some clothes on and we can have a chat over coffee." She waited for him to make some comic remark about not to worry about putting clothes on but he didn't. Jonathan was desperate not to come across as he had done the previous evening.

Jonathan watched as she walked off into the kitchen to place the iron down.

"Hmmmm... have you seen a red bra anywhere?" Gina pretended she was looking hard at the clothes airer. She was partly hidden by the half open kitchen door and Jonathan could only see half her arm as she reached through the various items of lingerie on the airer.

"Ummmm... what does it look like?" It was the only thing he could think of to say that wouldn't come across as pervy. He could hardly ask 'what size'?!

"It's a red lace one. The one you had a sneaky look at whilst I was in the shower, ha!"

Jonathan froze. How did she know he'd looked at her bra? The one that was nonchalantly draped over the sofa next to him. The truth was, Gina actually DIDN'T know. It was an experienced guess on her part.

"Ummm... Oh! This one here."

Gina turned to see Jonathan pointing at the bra on the back of the sofa. Very matter-of-factly, she continued...

"Ah, that's great! I was wondering why I didn't put it on the airer with the others. Thanks Jonathan. Here..." She took a few steps towards him and held her hand out. Jonathan realised she wanted him to pass it to her and gingerly picked it up.

"Look at you! It won't BITE you you know! Ha!" She walked further towards him and leaned forward to take the bra. As she did so, the 'V' at the front of her robe formed by the loosening tie belt and the movement of her breasts deepened and was now almost open to her navel. Jonathan still had no direct view of her breasts. The 'V' was long but narrow giving only a glimpse of her slim torso but he could clearly see her nipples indenting the silky fabric, her breasts noticeably bobbling about halfway between her waist and sternum.

As she took the bra from him, she deliberately dropped it directly down onto his crotch...

"Oh goodness me! Butter fingers! Sorry." As she reached down to pick it up, she gently pressed her fingers against his trousers, the light brown coloured chinos feeling like they had the beginnings of an erection behind them. Jonathan shifted in his seat. Whatever was happening was well beyond 'accidental' now.

"I like this fabric. It feels really nice." Gina's expression was studious as she palmed repeatedly back and forth over his crotch. "Are you comfortable Jonathan?"

For once, Jonathan wasn't sure what to say. He'd never really had a girl act this way with him before, he'd always been firmly in control. The only time that had been halfway close was when he'd been with Carmen. It had been very much a shared lust between them but she was a confident girl and knew how to use her body to best titillate him.

"I errr... Yes... I'm errr... comfortable." He took a large swig of coffee as if it would somehow distract him from what was going on. Instantly, Gina took the cup from his hand and placed it down on the side table.

"So, you're 63 then, yes?" Jonathan felt a heady mix of arousal, excitement, fear and anxiety. Just a few yards down the road, his pregnant 18 year old wife was in bed, no doubt sleeping off the effects of being sick so early in the morning. He was on honeymoon for God's sake and now... now... his zipper was being undone.

"Y... yes. I'm 63 yes."

"I'm 22." She left enough silence just for her age to sink in to his head, assuming (wrongly) that he had some old bag of a 60-something wife back in bed at the holiday cottage before continuing. "But I think age is just a number don't you? I believe it's how you look after yourself and treat your body that is the true indicator of age. I mean, I go running every morning, rain or shine. Do you have a routine like that?"

Jonathan could now feel his cock being fully massaged through his trunks by Gina's deft hands. He gazed again at the nipple indentations in her thin robe. He obviously knew from checking her red bra that she had G cup breasts and to say that the gentle, pendulous bulging beneath the silky garment was arousing was a massive understatement!

"I ummm... I..." He turned his gaze to her smiling face, her expression a kind of mixture of sympathy, seduction and just red-hot young girl. "I... I... I have a gym in my home and I ummm... Oh God... I use t-h-a-t." Mid sentence, Jonathan had felt the tip of one of her finger nails circling and pressing into his damp cat-eye, still through his now sweaty trunks.

"That sounds good. It's good to keep in shape and, you look like you do it well."

"Sssss... so... so do you... ahhh..." Jonathan was desperate not to close his eyes as he felt once he did that, he'd be totally lost to Gina's charms. He'd been married less than 4 full days for fucks sake!

"Really? That's kind of you to say. I mean, you look to be pretty fit and... well... THIS..." Gina slowly began to pull down Jonathan's trunks, his rampant hardon bursting forth like a geyser, effectively helping her get the rest of the fabric out of the way. "For a man of 63, you're pretty hot aren't you?"

Gina's words not only turned him on even more but took him straight back to his clean bill of health and fitness that he'd been given by his doctor friend, Paul just a few days earlier. That plus the increasingly torturous arousal he was now feeling was pushing him into a place where there could be only one possible escape from.

"Ahhhhhhhh CHRIST!!!" Jonathan yelled as the attractive cupid's bow that was Gina's sultry, full lips enveloped his swollen bellend, her tongue and lips instantly working together, licking round the deep ridge that separated his thick shaft from his head then using her tongue to effectively lash his soft, bulbous tip like it was her mission to completely devour the man.

"Gina! GINA!!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm?" Gina continued working his cock, her soft hands now cupping his firm balls and her head easing further down his extraordinary length. She didn't stop. No 'breathers', no break to change angles, even when she spoke part of her mouth still worked him expertly. The feelings she was engendering in him were beyond anything he thought he'd felt in recent times well, at least since Carmen... possibly. Even when Amber gave him head, she would often stop to change positions or just take a break. Right now, he could feel himself riding a never-ending wave, something that felt so incredibly delicious, albeit so incredibly wrong. He desperately wanted to reach down and cup one of her breasts. He'd never been with a girl with breasts larger than a F cup and normally he'd waste no time in getting stuck in but something was stopping him. Aside from the fact that he was a married man (which to be honest, didn't feature much in the way he was currently feeling) he felt like he was in some kind of dream, like it wasn't really happening and like if he dared to touch her of his own accord, she would somehow berate him. Of course, that would never happen. Gina was keen to say the least. As she'd told him earlier she 'did alright' when she was at university, doing part time bar work, she was never short of company and there was one guy she tended to see regularly but it had been a good 4 weeks since she'd had a good fuck and she really needed one.

Moving her face away from him, she leaned forward, took hold of his cock and gently wiped it across her robe directly in front of her right nipple. The amount of pre-cum that had been seeping from Jonathan for some time dampened the fabric and had obviously aroused her nipple at the same time. Jonathan stared as the wet material clung to her breast, her nipple now much more prominent and standing to attention right behind.

Suddenly, she stood up, pulling her robe more tightly around her and tying the belt into a bow. Jonathan couldn't help but admire her super slim waist. It brought his thoughts back momentarily to his often pondered question of how a lot of young girls these days seemed to be developing rather large breasts but remaining as skinny as ever around their waists. It was almost like nature was telling mankind, 'it's your turn for a gift now.'

Force of habit, his hand reached for his cock. The wet, shiny hardon now bobbing about in front of him with Gina now out of the way. He looked up at her face sheepishly.

"Looking good." Gina smiled, deliberately moving her gaze between his cock and his eyes. She was actually quite impressed by his size and stature. For a man in his 60s, he definitely looked fairly fit and she thought that his dick would likely be one that could give a girl a good time. Jonathan felt pumped by her comment. He didn't realise it as he thought he was aroused just from being in the moment but every comment she made that alluded to him being good looking, fit, a good size was turning him on and bolstering his confidence no end. Of course, Gina knew exactly what to say to bag herself a good fuck and that fuck could be turned from average to beyond hot if the guy felt great about himself.

"I think you've got a decision to make." She smiled, sliding her index finger into her mouth and gently biting down on it, fiddling with the belt of her robe at the same time.

"De... decision?" Jonathan had let go of his cock in slight embarrassment but it still bobbed away eagerly between his legs, a very physical sign of his subconscious desire to get with Gina.

"Yeah. You're a newly married man Jonathan and... well... look at the situation we've ended up in. That lovely big cock of yours should be inside your new wife shouldn't it? Look at it there. I mean, to think she's got access to THAT every day actually makes me feel a bit jealous you know."

Another compliment. Jonathan closed his eyes and sighed. It was like every time Gina spoke, his cock would move of its own accord.

"Look at me Jonathan."

Jonathan opened his eyes, his gaze flitting between the nipple indentations in her robe and the index finger in her mouth that she was periodically now sucking on. God she was so fucking HOT!

"That's it. Look at me like you were looking at me last night. Although to be fair, you did spend more time looking at my boobs than anything else didn't you?" She smiled wryly. "Well, I suppose they do ummm... get in the way a bit eh?"

A warm trickle of new pre-cum quickly left Jonathan's cat-eye and began it's journey down his shaft as Gina lifted her robe covered breasts and just let them drop. For the first time, Jonathan saw the full extent of their unfettered, deliberate movement. Tumbling heavily out of her hands, their wide, bulbous looking shape swinging nicely before settling seemingly quite separated across her chest.

"Gina... God Gina, you're... I think..."

"And I think... you've got a decision to make. D'you want to go down the road to your wife and give her what you've got there or... OR..."

Jonathan swallowed hard as Gina fiddled with the tie belt on her robe. Taking the silky end, she moved closer to him, leaned down and passed it to him. "... d'you want to umm... have a bit of fun here? It's hard for me Jonathan, seeing a nice guy like you so down and upset, newly married and his wife's gone off sex." (Gina still wrongly imagined an older woman in her 60s not being bothered if she ever had sex again or not). "So, what's it to be? Zip up and do the right thing or... pull this belt and..." Gina licked her lips and leaned down again, repeatedly cupping her silken covered breasts and letting them drop and swing.

Jonathan could see the 'V' in her robe becoming longer and each time she lifted her breasts he could see the deep cleavage she was creating.

"OH FUCKING HELL SHOW ME!! SHOW ME!!! JESUS CHRISSSSSSSST!!!!!" Jonathan pulled at the belt, blaspheming as the robe fell open and straight onto the floor. The sight of Gina (who had swiftly moved to place her hands on her hips and was now turning repeatedly left and right) clad in just a clingy red g-string finally hit his eyes.

"JESUS CHRIST!!!!" Jonathan grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it quickly and firmly. Gina's tits moved easily against her chest. Her G cup charms were full and wide, their fullness only beginning about a quarter of the way down each breast, giving them a much fuller bottom, that fullness covering the entire width of her slender torso and their rounded curves sitting proud of the sides of her body. Her large areola were more elliptical in shape and were set about 40% up from the bottom of each boob. As she shimmied her shoulders, her tits almost flailed from side to side, definitely looking too big for her small frame.

"Come here. FUCKING COME HERE!" Jonathan thought he'd never felt so turned on in his life. He'd never seen tits quite like hers for a start and the fact that she was obviously so confident and comfortable with her body was something else! "Oh fucking hell, YES!!" He stared in awe as she took the couple of steps towards him, leaning over ready to straddle his lap. Her tits hung separate to each other, long and full, swinging in circles as she eased her hands over to the back of the sofa behind him, allowing them to graze across his face. Jonathan could feel their weight as they touched his face, each heavy breast now alternately slapping into his left and right cheek.

"Oh these fucking tits Gina!"

Gina threw her head back and sighed as all at once, Jonathan grabbed both breasts, pulling her right one into his mouth. The feeling on her sensitive nipple was SO what she needed right now.

Jonathan - through constant moans of 'Oh God' and 'Mmmmmm' - squeezed desperately at her breasts, their softness and weight lending themselves to the thought that they could be big soft teats ready to give their sweet offering to him.

"Oh Jonathan!" Gina writhed above him, twisting her body left and right making sure that her breasts never left the slightly stubbly skin of his face.

Encouraged by her reaction, Jonathan mashed both her breasts together and took both her nipples in. With her flesh being as soft and supple as it was, it was easy to mould both large areolae into his mouth. She jerked hard, echoing his own sentiment of 'Oh God!' His cock felt painfully hard, like it had been hard all night without release (which it hadn't been but it WAS highly likely that subconsciously, he'd been craving sex). He sucked hard, pulling on her nipples then moving away slightly to look at the result, her initially quite soft young points now firm and hard, her areolae pimpled and shiny.

Spreading his left hand wide so that his little finger and thumb could continue pleasuring her nipples, he looked down to see that the opaque red fabric of the lower front part of her g-string had a large damp patch. Gina had felt herself getting wet earlier on when she'd started the ironing. She knew Jonathan was eyeing her up and she knew particularly from last night in the pub that he obviously liked big breasts and teasing him when she knew she was likely to end up getting what she wanted had made her start to cream.

"Gina, you're all wet." Jonathan took hold of the upper part of the front of the g-string and pinched it tightly together, effectively making it into a straight line of fabric just covering her raphe. "Oh FUCK me, YES!" As he pulled the fabric together, two long, puffy mounds sprung out to either side, smooth, bare, soft skin that effectively screamed 'I'm over 4 decades younger than you!' He began to lift it up and down knowing that it would be rubbing against her clit and watched lecherously as she began to undulate in time with the movement of the fabric, her concave stomach sucked even further inwards and her large, pendulous breasts pushed outwards in THE most beautiful contrast.

"Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Oh..." Gina raised herself slightly and began to rub the wet fabric that covered her clit over his hugely swollen bellend. "I'm only 22. What does that mean to you?" Her voice was now breathy and urgent sounding. She was also conscious that she would have to start getting ready to open the pub in about an hour plus her father was due back from his meeting with the brewery around the same time. She didn't want any 'untoward' noises being in earshot of others.

"It means I want to FUCK you Gina. Is THAT what you want to hear? Is it? Because it's what YOU want isn't it? You want my cock exploding in that tight little pussy of yours don't you, and don't try and pretend you don't!"

Gina liked it better when he matched her energy and desire and it seemed to her like he was quickly catching up. "Only as much as you've wanted to get your hands on my tits since last night!"

"Only as much as you like showing 'em off to the punters eh."

As he finished speaking, he yanked her g-string down and used his fingers to push her puffy labia to one side. What he saw was beyond anything he'd ever seen before...

"Oh my fucking GOD, are you for real!?" Jonathan found himself looking at the most ruffled and somewhat large looking clitoris he'd ever seen. Normally hidden behind two smooth mounds of skin, her youthful pubic appearance belied the well developed sex organ just behind.

Gina smiled and threw her head back. She'd never tire of compliments and exclamations of highly aroused disbelief from men. She began to lower herself down, expecting to finally join with the dick that she had effectively been stoking to hardness since last night but no, things took a rather different turn...

"Get on your back. Get on your fucking back!" Jonathan growled at her, pushing at her hip to encourage her to lie on the sofa. As she moved, he tore at the g-string, pulling it down roughly over her feet. As she dropped back onto the couch, he quickly stood to pull off his own trousers and trunks, admiring her tits as they now splayed right across her chest, their weight succumbing to the outer edges of her torso and partially spilling over her sides. Pushing them both together and upwards, his mouth came down on both nipples once again causing her to buck instantly...

"Ahhhhh! Oh God! Mmmmm... Ahhhhhhh." Her body writhed like a mad thing as he sucked wildly on her areolae and nipples, his own breathing laboured and heavy. It wasn't just what he was doing that was arousing him, it was the thought that he'd never, EVER had sex with any girl with G cup or above breasts and here he was, a newly married man, having fantastic sex with a girl who not only had the biggest tits of any girl he'd ever been with but was so confident in her own body and what SHE wanted. It was a massive turn on and a situation that he had not often been in in his life as he had always been very much in control.

Dragging little kisses and sucks all the way down her stomach, he soon reached that soft, puffy space between her legs that he was desperate for. Pulling her labia wide again, he immediately clamped his mouth onto her incredible looking clit. Gina shrieked loudly, forcing her hips upwards and using her arms to hold herself there. Jonathan's mouth was everywhere, eager, wanton, desperate and she didn't want it going anywhere else. To Jonathan, the only way he could think of to describe the sensation was that her clit felt like the texture of the soft white that comes with a fried egg. Not that much firmness but so pliable and supple and he could basically mould it as he wished within his mouth, the scents of shower freshness and arousal between her legs a heady mix and turning him on even more. He felt like he might cum and although he desperately wanted what was happening to last forever at that moment, his ultimate goal was a good fuck and he knew he'd get one with Gina.

"I'm gonna give you what you've wanted since last night."

Gina's eyes - watery with arousal - looked up at him. She began frigging her clit and biting her lip as Jonathan grabbed her arm indicating she should get up.

"Here! Take what you fucking wanted!" Jonathan waved his dick around almost threateningly. He was hard, wet, desperate for the busty, confident 22 year old's cunt.

Gina's flowery clit throbbed as she released her fingers and manoevered herself above him, her large, heavy tits the epitome of raw, natural beauty, swinging animatedly as she moved. With her large areolae positioned further up her breasts, the curved portions of flesh below them totally emphasised the weight of her young melons. Jonathan reached for the plump outer sides of her breasts, pushing them inwards and releasing them, setting them swinging like pendulums as she lowered herself down onto him.

For Gina, any forced or ongoing movement of her breasts she found greatly arousing and as her dripping slit met his hot, fat bellend, she shimmied her shoulders, setting her tits in motion, encouraging Jonathan to take his fill.

"You are ONE busty little tart you know that don't you!"

"Ooohhh God. GOD!" Gina liked his words and began to slowly sink down onto his cock, lowering herself gradually and enjoying every subtle difference on that smooth, downward trajectory. She could feel herself stretching around his swollen head, contracting as the large bulb gave way to the slightly narrower shaft and then... her buttocks on his balls...

"AAARRGGHH!! AAARRGGHH! AAARRGGHH! AAARRGGHH! AAARRGGHH! AAARRGGHH! AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH CHRIST GINA!!!!" Jonathan was fully inside her and she was wasting no time in getting into a rhythm that she liked. Within seconds, her cunt was gripping him so tightly, he could almost feel individual parts of his skin moving. Her tits bounced up and down hard, slapping down onto her body as their large, unfettered forms behaved exactly as nature intended. "Oh FUCK Gina!" Jonathan thought he hadn't felt so turned on since he'd been with Carmen in Mexico. It wasn't that Amber's body didn't turn him on - of course it did, like FUCK it did - it was just that here he was having sex with a girl that wanted it just as much as he did and that was one hell of a powerful aphrodisiac. "Mmmmm... G cups for fucks sake!" Jonathan placed his hands under her breasts so they now slapped down onto his palms as she rode him enthusiastically. "Oh God... they're so fucking heavy! Oh Gina! Gina..." Jonathan could feel himself reaching the edge of what he could bear. This girl was fucking amazing and she knew it!

"You've wanted my tits since last night haven't you?!" Gina's breathy voice was designed mainly to fuel her own ardour but of course, her attitude was turning Jonathan on massively.

"I've wanted your tits all my fucking LIFE! Urrrrgggghhhhhhh!" Jonathan mashed her wildly bouncing breasts together, managing once again to squash both her nipples into his mouth. She shrieked, powering up and down harder than ever, Jonathan feeling like he'd just hit her cervix. The feel of the remainder of her copious titflesh rippling behind his fingers and mouth was beyond anything. Her cunt pulsed away around him, massaging and tightening against his dick in a continuous rhythm. He moved his hands onto her buttocks, pressing down onto the firm spheres as if it were possible for him to get up even further inside her. Slapping her left cheek twice and thereby momentarily altering the rhythm of her huge bouncing tits, he groaned loudly. The feelings, the visuals, the girl - he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Gina! G - I - N - A... I'm... I can't... I... Christ you're so FUCKING sexy, you're making me..."

Gina knew what was happening. She'd thought for a while from his facial expressions and his words that he wouldn't have too much longer to last. She took his right hand from her buttock and placed his fingers onto her clit. "Tease me! Jonathan... tease me."

Not needing further encouragement, Jonathan took hold of her supple young clit and began fingering it urgently, rubbing and pulling at the very over-ripe contours.

"Oh God... I... Mmmmm... Jonathan! Are my tits bigger than your wife's Jonathan? Are they? Tell me. Are they bigger Jonathan?"

Her question made Jonathan's balls tighten instantly and an intense flood of heat powered up his cock. He frigged her clit hard as her bouncing and moaning reached crescendo levels.

"Yes! Yes... your tits are bigger than my wife's! OH CHRIST! OH GINA!! GINA!! GIIIIIIIIIINA!! URRRRGGGHHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHHH!!" Far from being gameplay, the statement was factually correct and just stating that truth had set off the most unbelievably intense orgasm.

Simultaneously, upon hearing that he preferred her breasts to his wife's, Gina's body jerked into an equally strong climax, her moans of ecstasy reverberating loudly in Jonathan's ears.

Jonathan continued moaning and thrusting, his cock ejecting high up into the young girl's cunt, his climax extended by the very prolonged contractions inside Gina's youthful pussy, gripping tightly at his dick as though it never wanted to let go, her buttocks still smashing down onto him as she made his dick hers, her large, heavy breasts still giving her torso a hammering.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........" The long sigh signified the end of Jonathan's orgasm. His balls were totally empty, drained of every last iota of jizz. Straight away he could feel a powerful satisfaction, a feeling of complete and utter repletion that he thought he hadn't ever come close to since Mexico. He'd wanted Gina's body SO much and she had obviously wanted him. BOY had she wanted him! Teasing him and provoking him like no girl ever had before which had served to make his climax so mind-blowingly intense.

Gina too was starting to calm down, the walls of her tight cunt now contracting every 6-7 seconds or so as opposed to a couple of times each second. Jonathan figured that for her to still be contracting at all after such a lengthy orgasm was testament to his 'prowess'. She was still clutching at his dick every so often, her damp, shower-fresh hair now sticking to the sides of her face, her mouth open as she breathed quickly, her sternum and the tops of her breasts now quite red. As she was still randomly contracting, Jonathan gently took hold of her heavy young boobs and drew them alternately into his mouth, licking, kissing and pulling away with a strong suck before moving to the other one and back again. He felt two instantaneous jolts against his dick, followed by a flurry of further contractions as he continued to pleasure her weighty, pendulous tits. Gina leaned forward, the exquisite pleasuring of her exceptionally sensitive nipples made her want to make her breasts a part of Jonathan's face at that moment. She could lay back and enjoy having her tits sucked for the best part of a day but she knew that she had to get ready to open the pub and she also knew that her father would be back from his meeting by opening time at the latest, possible before. Not that her father kept tabs on her or was controlling in any way, he'd opened up the rooms at the top of the pub specifically for her to treat as a home from home when she was over from university and basically let her just live her own life there. As long as she turned up for shifts in the pub and was her usual, happy self with the customers, he didn't mind what she did.

"So..." Gina's breathy voice broke into Jonathan's consciousness and he moved his face away from her breasts, still keeping his hands full of her ample charms.

"So... Ah hem." Jonathan had to clear his throat a little as it had become quite dry. He smiled up at her.

"So... did they ummm... did they live up to your expectations?" Gina looked down at her breasts then straight into Jonathan's eyes.

"Darling, they EXCEEDED my expectations. Honestly, they're so fucking heavy and you're so wonderfully slim." Jonathan kneaded her young boobs, making fists and delighting in how so much flesh expanded outwards from behind his hands as he pressed and moulded them.

"Mmmmmm..." Gina smiled, closing her eyes momentarily as she allowed herself a few seconds to enjoy being turned on by his words and his hands. "I have to get ready to open the pub. Why don't you suck on me whilst I ummm... try and tear myself away from you, ha."

Jonathan didn't need telling twice. Gina's breasts hung down as she leaned forward to loosen the connection between her sopping pussy and Jonathan's equally wet dick. Sliding down ever so slightly, Jonathan caught her right nipple in his mouth and began to twist and pull on the left one, feeling the untouched portions of flesh jiggling about as she moved. He moaned deeply as his mouth gave her everything he had, pulling hard at her young point sending bolts of electricity straight between her legs. He felt her rising up and took a moment to look down as his cock slipped out of her. A thick strand of spunk joined the tip of his dick to the sticky wetness that was the rim of her stretched and reddened slit.

"Ooh, he doesn't want to leave me does he?" She grinned watching the creamy strand grow longer as she moved slightly backwards ready to stand up.

"He doesn't. And neither do I to be honest." Just as in Mexico, Jonathan was realising he was being confronted with the real danger of having hot sex with a confident girl. Much as he enjoyed being in control, the things that a girl with more confidence in her body and who knew what she liked could say during sex was just incredible. Gina had been very complimentary towards him and even alluded to the fact that his wife didn't know what she was missing by turning her back on the well hung cock that she herself had wanted and enjoyed this morning. The danger was that more 'confident' sex with girls like Gina and Carmen suddenly became what he wanted and sex where he had to work a lot to cajole or coerce a girl seemed like a lot of effort. It was a massive thrill to fuck a girl who wanted to be fucked as much as he wanted to fuck her AND who wasn't afraid to be open and let him know what she wanted.

Gina looked around for her g-string. Noticing it on the floor where Jonathan had thrown it she leaned down to pick it up, her slender body with conversely large, hanging tits turning Jonathan on like anything...

"I think I'll have to find a fresh one. That's too wet to wear under jeans, ha."

Jonathan watched as she walked towards the kitchen, her beautifully spherical buttocks atop her slim legs alternately rising and falling slightly as she moved, a good third of each breast jiggling around freely beyond the sides of her slender torso. 'Jesus, I've just fucked THAT!' Jonathan felt so turned on it was unreal. Almost as if responding to his silent thought, he saw a glob of spunk fall from her pussy and hit the floor. She disappeared briefly, pulling a fresh blue g-string from the airer. She walked back into the living room whilst stepping into it, once again treating Jonathan to the view of her heavy boobs dangling and swinging as she bent over to pull the garment up. As she positioned the strings high on her hips Jonathan thought it made her breasts look somehow even more sexy that when she was fully naked. When she turned sideways, although G cup in size and larger than Amber (based on Amber's most recent measurement), her breasts didn't have the same high projection as Amber's. A lot of Gina's fullness was at the bottom of each breast and there was quite a long slope as the fullness increased from about a quarter of the way down from the top of each breast to a very curvy lower section. She still had a sexy projection but due to the weight of her boobs, the projection started slightly lower down. Her tits turned Jonathan on because they were both big and a lot different to Amber's. Sometimes it was how different something was that drew his interest and Gina's tits were certainly very different to any other girl he'd been with.

"Right, let me grab that bra you were looking at earlier." Gina leaned next to him to take her red bra off the sofa, giving Jonathan the opportunity to tweak her nipples as she did so.

"Mmmmmm... honestly, you'll have me late for opening time." Gina briefly closed her eyes as she once again allowed herself a few seconds to enjoy the intense feelings that her nipples always sent to her pussy, without fail. She smirked at Jonathan as she stood up, fastening the bra around her waist before twisting the lace cups around and leaning down to pull up the straps.

Jonathan found it incredibly sexy watching her doing something as everyday and mundane as getting dressed. His cock twitched as she stood straight and adjusted her breasts in the cups. As she turned to go and get the red shirt she'd ironed he noticed how the weight of her breasts was pulling the straps away from the front of her chest slightly. God, she really was the sexiest heavy honey he'd ever seen.

"I think you'd better get dressed too, before I steal your clothes and make you march back to your wife and tell her that a big titted Devon elf mysteriously stole your trousers, ha!" Gina giggled and began to step into her jeans. Jonathan had completely forgotten that he was still sitting there with his slowly reducing cock out on display. He quickly pulled on his trunks and trousers, all the time watching as Gina wriggled into her tight jeans. She tucked her shirt in and fastened the waist, pulling a little part of the shirt out and adjusting two buttons at the top that she would leave open - a very conservative little hint at the cleavage that would never be more fully on display until the evening shift. She turned side on to Jonathan, smoothing her hands over her waist and buttocks, knowing that she would be teasing him just by this simple act.

With the slight puffiness of the loosely tucked in shirt, the shape of her bust looked just as enticing as it had last night, just without the overt cleavage.

"You really have got a fantastic pair of tits Gina." Jonathan adjusted his crotch which of course, Gina noticed. It made her feel good. "Mind you, I'm sure that's not the first time you've been told that is it?"

"I'll be honest - no..." Gina smiled... "... but I'm glad you like them. You've got an amazing dick Jonathan. That was one fucking good ride."

Just hearing her talk like that was goading Jonathan's loins all over again. God, why couldn't he be going back to a girl who craved him and realised what he could give to a girl who made him that unbelievably horny?

"Well, I'm gonna have to open up now. I would say to pop downstairs for a coffee but being serious for a minute, I think you should get back to your new wife eh?" Gina smirked. She could tell that the last thing Jonathan wanted to do was leave her company but in truth, she had had what she wanted and it was now time to get on with her day with a new found spring in her step.

"Ummm... yes, I guess you're right."

"Hey look, the back door's still open, you can pop down the stairs and out that way, just in case your wife's decided to go for a walk or anything."

"Sure." Jonathan walked over to the kitchen to reach the exit door.

"Will I, ummm..."

"I'll catch you later." Gina smiled and made her way towards the internal staircase down to the pub.

"Yes... right. See you later." A little part of Jonathan wondered why there hadn't been a hug or anything as they'd parted company but that thought was soon dispelled by the memories of what had played out that morning. Jesus, she'd been SUCH an amazing fuck. Descending the metal stairs a big grin spread across his face. He'd still got it alright, Gina had confirmed it to him. He was officially fit (according to his GP, Paul) and a good 'catch' according to Gina. He felt replete, like everything in the world was good. He headed back down the road to the cottage.

**********

"Jonathan! Where've you been!? I tried calling you but you left your phone by the bedside! Where did you go?"

"I'm sorry darling." Jonathan kissed her cheek and held her close for a few seconds. "Are you feeling better now? That didn't sound too good earlier on."

"It didn't sound too good but you went out anyway!"

"You'd fallen asleep! By the time I heard what was going on, I was fully awake. What was I supposed to do eh? I just popped out to see if I could find some good coffee and get some fresh air."

"And what about last night? I got up for a wee and you weren't here. Not watching TV downstairs or anything!"

"Ah yes well, that pub along the road there darling, it does FABULOUS home cooked meals. I had a lovely pie and veg. Big portions too." An image of Gina's large nude breasts floated into his mind. "Tell you what, I was going to suggest, why don't we go out for a meal tonight, just the two of us eh?"

"Mmmmpppfffhhhhh!" Amber retched once briefly. "W... what... in that pub? Just down the road?" The way she was feeling, Amber didn't really fancy going out but thought it might be OK if she were close to home so to speak as she knew refuge would be quick to get to if she felt unwell again.

Jonathan's mind turned on a sixpence, he didn't want to take Amber into the pub with Gina on shift and especially just in case Bill and Micky were in there. It didn't bother him that the two old codgers would likely be ogling his busty wife but it DID concern him that they might try and joke with him about his 'fascination' with Gina the previous evening.

"No, I thought we'd take a ride out somewhere. What about maybe Exeter? Some really quaint, niche shops there, narrow alleyways, really olde worlde. We could make a day of it and find a good restaurant later on. How about it my beautiful wife?" He leaned in and kissed her again, his mind and body still buzzing from the awesome fuck he'd had with Gina just a short while ago. In fact, it was precisely BECAUSE of the amazing sex he'd had with Gina that he was able to be so laid back and UNdemanding with his new wife right now. Amber took a seat on the small sofa...

"Jonathan, I had morning sickness earlier. It can happen when you're pregnant. I thought it would've happened much earlier and I would've guessed I was pregnant but... well, it's started now. It was really horrible and..."

"Awww, I'm sorry darling. So it only happens in the morning does it? Are you feeling OK now? Shall we get ready and head out?" Jonathan smiled, taking a seat next to her. He felt pumped and energised, not just from having started the day with some of the best sex he'd ever had but from having a girl - Gina - tell him and SHOW him how much she wanted him.

"Jonathan, have you actually done any thinking about this pregnancy? I mean..."

"Darling, I thought we were waiting until we got back and had the consultation with the clinic? That's what you said you wanted."

"I know but wouldn't it be good to be a bit more prepared. Kind of have an idea of where we want to go so that anything we discuss at the clinic simply guides us gently as opposed to sounding all new and confusing."

"To be honest, you're confusing me darling. I'm just going along with what you said you wanted and bear in mind, I'm a newly married man on my once-in-a-lifetime honeymoon and I'm having to go along with your 'no fucking' rule - AGAIN! - to be honest, for no good reason. We both said we didn't want kids, you've got your Catholic guilt thing to deal with, I'm thinking about my possible future legacy and the business PLUS how I'm going to be responsible for another person. What can we say that we haven't already said? I think we just need to try and get along until next Friday, get this consultation out of the way and THEN decide. Until then, we don't even have all the facts do we?!"

"Well, as long as you're ready for it next week. We need to be prepared with questions and they need to cover everything, as much as possible so we can come away and make that decision quickly. Otherwise we'll end up running out of time and we won't be able to..."

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand darling. Look, why don't you get changed and we'll have a great day out eh? Our first proper outing as a married couple."

" I AM changed!"

"Oh darling, we can't go to a fancy restaurant with you in joggers and a t-shirt! It's really sunny out there, it's going to be warm. Look, why don't you pop on that lovely dress, the one you wore when we first met eh? A bit like old times." Jonathan grinned and stood up. "Oh, you said I left my phone upstairs didn't you." He headed off, and Amber reluctantly followed him upstairs, not picking up on what was effectively his 'diktat' about her clothing. If it was going to be warm, she'd probably feel more comfortable in the dress anyway.

**********

After a day of wandering around the city, shops, the park, a museum and street entertainment they were both glad to be seated in a cosy, traditional English restaurant. Amber sipped her soup off a spoon whilst Jonathan tucked into some loaded prawns.

"Those street entertainers were good weren't they? Never seen anything like that before. Unusual."

3 men and 3 women had been dressed as mannekins in skin tight, stretch lycra, skintone body suits which literally clung to everything. They moved stiffly, their mannerisms robotic and they acted out day to day tasks in a stilted manner. Nipples, cocks, butt cracks, puffiness, everything that you would notice if they were naked, could be seen outlined by the tight, shiny suits.

"Hmmm, you probably spent more time looking at the girls' nipples than anything else!" Amber rolled her eyes, joking with her husband.

"Me!? What about you!? You had 3 cocks to ogle there and - not being funny - they weren't modest either!"

"Yeah, well you know I'm not interested in stuff like that."

"And YOU know that I'm not interested in stuff like that either!"

"Yeah right!" Once again, Amber mocked him, knowing him too well to take what he said as fact.

"No! Why WOULD I be interested in stuff like that when I've got YOU? Anyway, yes you could see their nipples but none of them had tits as big as yours, in fact one of 'em looked really flat." Jonathan leaned closer to her and whispered, his gaze looking straight into her generous cleavage... "No, I've got these gorgeous double F cups to play with. Anything else is just small-fry."

"It's always about big breasts to you isn't it! Like you judge the worthiness of a girl by the size of her breasts!"

"Absolutely!" Jonathan leaned back and laughed. "BUT, I'll tell you this Amber Taylor, you are very worthy. Very, VERY worthy!"

Amber forced a half smile and continued eating the soup. She knew Jonathan loved her breasts and he had made no secret of the fact since their first date that he liked big breasts. She couldn't blame him for 'changing' as she knew some women bemoaned that their husbands had. Jonathan hadn't changed at all. He'd been frank with her at the beginning and - as just demonstrated there in the restaurant - he was being frank with her now.

As their main courses came up, Jonathan tucked in whilst Amber picked at bits and pieces. She'd just chosen the plainest chicken dish they had on the menu, whereas Jonathan's surf and turf platter dwarfed her small portion. He'd developed a big appetite, only grabbing a quick sandwich when they'd first headed out. As his stomach started to fill comfortably, his thoughts turned to earlier that morning, everything from seeing Gina in her sports gear, her huge breasts held firmly in place by the cropped zip-up sports top she wore and the tight lycra at the back nestled into her crack, emphasising her very firm, rounded buttocks, to having her ride him wildly, like her life depended on it, loving his cock and allowing her stunning nude rack to bounce crazily in front of him. Mmmmm, the 22 year old was so INCREDIBLY sexy. With his hunger now abating, he was starting to feel horny again. He looked across at Amber's cleavage. He wanted her to ride him like Gina had earlier. Wanted her to take her husband's cock inside her whilst he pleasured her double F cup tits, her long blonde hair swinging behind her back.

"Don't you want any more?"

Amber was still picking at her food and although she wasn't done with it, she didn't think she wanted to eat much more.

"I don't know... my appetite just seems to come and go. I'm sorry Jonathan... I... I can pay for mine if you like."

"Nonsense! You're my wife! I'm a provider!" He leaned in close to her again... "And I thought that errr... if you're done with that, we could go home and I'll ummm... PROVIDE you with something else." He winked as Amber just moved the food around on her plate. She knew what he was alluding to and really didn't feel like any activity of any sort let alone sex related.

Jonathan signalled for the bill and settled up, kissing the back of Amber's neck repeatedly as they stepped outside and walked towards the car.

"Did you see those two guys at the bar back there? Blimey! If I had a quid for every time they turned to check our your tits I wouldn't have to work again, ha!"

"Jonathan!" Amber grimaced and fastened the seat belt across her breasts, pushing the two globes up separately and looking (to an eye with THOSE sort of things in mind) that she'd been inflated.

"Mmmmm..." Jonathan leaned in close to her cleavage. "Imagine if these WERE now G cups eh? God, I'd be the luckiest bastard alive!"

"JONATHAN!!" Amber didn't mind the banter so much but she felt the expletive unnecessary.

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmmm..." Jonathan leaned down and began kissing the tops of her bulging breasts. As his hand started to move across the front of her dress covered bust, she jerked forward, feeling her nipples being grazed through the double layer of dress fabric and bra lace. Encouraged by her movement, he began to pinch them through the fabric, easily feeling their quickening hardness, definitely liking the very positive changes that pregnancy was making to them so far.

"Ahhhh God!!" Amber moaned as she felt her husband's right hand wandering down inside her dress, soon finding it's way into her left bra cup. She jerked hard twice in quick succession as her nipple started to be pulled and twisted.

"Fucking hell Amber... these are growing bigger by the fucking day!" Jonathan continued to roll and pull her nipple gently, it felt hard, it's length punctuated by tiny variations in skin texture all along it. "Fuck! I mean, you got months to go before... well IF and before you feed anything and it's like you're getting ready now! I'm not complaining darling, it's FUCKING sexy! Mmmmm..."

Amber wriggled as Jonathan lifted her left breast up and out of her dress and bra, setting it to rest on the top of the pulled down cup. She was still as pert as she ever was but with the added push from the bra fabric now bunched beneath her breast, the large orb sloped upwards, her full, wide mid brown areola gatekeeping her extended nipple beautifully.

"Fuck! Blokes would PAY for this! Jesus Amber!"

Amber sighed loudly as her husband's mouth clamped down onto the end of her breast, taking in her nipple and as much of her areola as he could. His hands cupped her exposed tit from either side, gently pressing and shaping it so that he was sure he was getting as much of her over sized teen boob as he could into his mouth. Amber could feel herself becoming aroused and began to clench her legs together. She hadn't been feeling in the mood for anything like this but where nipple and breast stimulation were concerned, she had to acknowledge she had been powerless to resist it for a good couple of months at least.

Keeping her nipple firmly in his mouth, Jonathan moved his hand up under her dress and along her thigh. She felt warm, toned, smooth. The skin of his hand could feel the heat emanating from between her legs and before long his index finger was circling her lace covered clit, being VERY careful not to actually touch the swelling bud.

Amber was conscious that it wasn't fully dark and they were in the restaurant car park. She couldn't help but angle her body upwards towards him but being the fairly conservative soul that she was - especially in public places - she thought she would rather be back at the cottage.

"Jonathan... Jonathan... I..."

"Yes, I KNOW you want me darling and I can tell you're SO ready for me so let me finish what..."

"Jonathan, I'd feel better if we did this back at the cottage. Please?" She slid slightly back from him, looking into his eyes, slightly apprehensive of his response.

"Oh, come on darling, let's just get in the back, it's dusk anyway and the windows are darker back there."

"Jonathan please... I promise when we're back home we can..."

"We can fuck! Great! Let's get home then!" Without further hesitation Jonathan's seat belt was on, the engine was started and they were driving.

"Ummm... Jonathan, you do remember that..."

"Let's talk when we get home. Tell you what, you were VERY hot down there. That weeping pussy of yours is totally craving my fat dick darling. Mmmmm." Not only was Jonathan feeling aroused, he was feeling pumped up and confident (thanks to Gina and the way his fucking of her had been received that morning). Surely Amber would just relax into it. If he paid her massive nipples enough attention she'd be like putty in his hands. He drove quickly through the winding country roads but about 10 minutes from the village, Amber started to feel off. The constant, speedy motion of the car around multiple bends and having just finished eating was making her feel nauseous. She sat there in silence, half praying that the feeling subsided when they got back to the cottage and half praying that she wouldn't have to go through the whole 'no intercourse' thing again with Jonathan.

"Jeez your arse is fucking gorgeous n all." Jonathan began squeezing her buttocks roughly as Amber fumbled to put the key in the front door. She still wasn't feeling very well and wriggled to try and escape his hands. Of course, Jonathan thought her movements were due to her being turned on.

As she entered the hallway, she dropped the keys on the small console table and rushed up the stairs. "I'll be back in a minute!" She called down, knowing full well she was highly unlikely to be back in a minute. She knew what was coming. The same pre-sickness feelings that she'd had in the early hours had come over her in the car. She honestly thought 'morning sickness' would be just that - something that happened in the morning. As Jonathan went to walk into the living room and wait for her, he heard the one sound he would come to hate hearing and especially when he was feeling horny - Amber vomiting. AGAIN! It sounded totally disgusting and he walked into the kitchen to try and put more distance between him and the sound which wasn't easy as the cottage was pretty small.

'I suppose that's YOU off the menu for tonight then! Fucking hell Amber! I might as well have married a nun for all the sex I'm getting!' He flicked the kettle on angrily. thinking about the last time he'd had coffee - at Gina's that morning. She'd effectively seduced him whilst he was drinking it. He remembered the movement of her heavy breasts beneath her silky robe, the promise of a treasure to come. He made two coffees and set them down in the living room, flopping wearily down onto the small sofa.

"Urrgh... Oh, I really hope this doesn't go on for too long." Amber shuffled into the living room, one hand on her chest, her breathing a bit out of whack. "UGH, is that coffee I can smell? Urrrgggghhhh." Amber moved her hand to her neck, her nose wrinkled against the strong smell.

"I made us both a drink. Or is that something else I've done wrong?" Jonathan was frustrated both because of the current situation and because he felt like he couldn't really blame Amber as such so had no other outlet for his annoyance. It took two to make a baby after all and if he were brutally honest, Amber had been totally against full sex that January night they returned from the nightclub in Mexico.

"I'm sorry Jonathan but it smells really strong and horrible."

"But you used to enjoy coffee!"

"I used to enjoy a lot of things but sometimes - things change and we BOTH know why! Urrrghh, I thought this was only supposed to happen in the mornings."

"Look, come and have a seat here." Jonathan patted the sofa next to him.

"You'll have to move that coffee then." Amber slowly sat down.

Jonathan huffed audibly, picked up both coffees and placed them down the other end of the living room. He flopped back down on the sofa, jogging Amber around as the cushions reacted to his sudden impact. Still hopeful of at least a bit of intimacy to end their day, he stroked the side of her face...

"Look darling, we'll get through this. I'm sure the sickness won't last too long and well... if we decide that parenthood's definitely not for us then the problem won't even exist any more will it?" He turned her face towards him and kissed her kips softly as his right hand began palming across her bust. He knew that just the tiniest bit of nipple stimulation would get her going and once she was in that state, she wouldn't be able to resist.

"Urrgh! Coffee! Urrgh Jonathan, your breath..."

"Oh for fucks sake! Got the plague as well now have I?! Jesus Amber! I'll just drink water shall I? Or remember to pick up some mints when we're out tomorrow eh?! Look, come on... you know you like it when I umm..." He smiled and began squeezing her breasts through her dress, pushing them up, and adding even more volume above her neckline. "Let's get you nice and relaxed eh, let these gorgeous big tits out to play. Mmmmmm..." He leaned down and began to kiss her exposed cleavage.

"Jonathan! I've just been sick and this is the LAST thing I want!!" Amber stood up, her head spinning slightly from the suddenness of her movement.

"Right." Jonathan sat back and folded his arms, looking to all intents and purposes like a naughty schoolboy who'd just been told off.

Amber sat back down again, in an effort to allow her head to get back to normal.

Both of them sat close on the sofa in silence. Amber rubbing at her neck and chest and Jonathan with his arms folded feeling beyond frustrated and annoyed. Suddenly, his phone pinged. He wouldn't normally check it in front of Amber in case it was a website notification or an email update from Chloe or basically anything that he wouldn't want Amber to see but being desperate to avoid the strained silence they were both sitting in, he ended up on autopilot, just pulling it out of his pocket and checking it.

"Oh! Oh, that's nice isn't it. I've just had a text from Mike. You remember Mike, we met him in that nightclub in Mexico."

Amber's mind was quite fresh on that last night in Mexico at the moment for obvious reasons. She remembered being on the floor doing the 'row boat' dance thing with him behind her and another guy in front of her and loads of other people in the chain but she couldn't remember much else as she'd unusually had several cocktails that night.

"He's asked us over to visit on Saturday. That'll be nice won't it? A nice drive out across the other side of the moor."

"Well, you can go. I'm not going."

"What!? What d'you mean you're not going? Amber, we're a married couple now and..."

"His wife hated me. Even you said she'd said some nasty things about me."

"Darling, she was just jealous that's all! A lot of middle aged / older women get jealous around younger girls, see them as a bit of a threat. It doesn't mean anything AND don't forget it was in the heat of the moment. We'd all had a drink hadn't we? Remember those strawberry cocktails?" He smiled at her, his voice gently teasing.

"I remember she said horrible things about me and I remember that if it wasn't for you not listening to me that night, I WOULDN'T BE BLOODY PREGNANT RIGHT NOW WOULD I?!!! I'm going to bed." Amber marched swiftly off, stomping noisily up the wooden slatted stairs.

Jonathan felt like he could punch a wall. He'd never felt such abject anger towards Amber since he first learned - in Paul's surgery - that she was pregnant and at that time, had no idea who the father was. So this was marriage was it? This was 'the perfect honeymoon' and special time together was it? He stormed to the other end of the living room, taking a big swig of coffee and cursing under his breath. It wasn't so much the fact she was pregnant that was annoying him, it was the fact that it was already impacting his life in big ways. He'd been worried from the outset about her going off sex and whilst he had to acknowledge that once she was receptive enough to let her nipples be stimulated, she wouldn't want to stop, it seemed that these occasions were becoming rarer and of course, he wasn't even able to fuck her at the moment. He thought all this stuff happened AFTER a baby was born. Now she was refusing to socialise with him. Nobody was asking her to eat dinner with Mike and his wife, he'd reluctantly been tolerating her (hopefully temporary) rule on sex, was it TOO much to ask that she be a dutiful wife and accompany him when he visited friends? His thoughts turned again to Gina and how gloriously free spirited she had been when they'd had sex that morning. Busty AND free spirited. Perhaps these were the two criteria that had to exist together in women who turned him on? Had he been too hasty in marrying? NO! It had been his dream for many years to seduce a busty, shy young virgin and make her his. He'd done that. The more he dwelled on the situation, the more he thought that they'd have to end the pregnancy. He'd married the sexiest girl on the planet and he wanted to reap the benefits of that for years to come.

Married. He was a married man. He'd been married just 4 days and had already been unfaithful. He felt that in anyone's book, that would make him a very bad husband and any wife would have every right to leave him. Certainly Amber's Catholic priest would have something disparaging to say about him and would probably wish every damnation God could deliver on him.

"But I'm a MAN! I've got needs too and she KNEW that!" Jonathan quietly verbalised the spurious justification for his behaviour, knowing full well that he'd told Amber from the outset that he had a high sex drive. "It's probably even some form of discrimination to deny me!? Oh GODDDD!"

He slammed the coffee cup back on the side. Life had seemed so much simpler this morning when he and Gina had been enjoying each other's company. Sex and smiles all round...

GINA!

Jonathan glanced up at the wall clock - almost 10pm. Just time for a nightcap. He pulled on his jacket, grabbed the keys from the hall and headed out, closing the door quietly. As he drew closer to the pub, his heart began to beat faster. Maybe she'd ask him upstairs again? What would it be like during the night with her, without the time constraints of opening a pub and her father being up and about? He began to feel aroused at the thought of spending hours with her, just lazily pleasuring each other, maybe even up until she went for her morning run and he could watch her sliding her amazing figure into that clingy sports gear. Mmmmmm.

The pub was quite noisy and busy as he walked in. There were a number of stragglers left over from the monthly quiz night. He made his way to the bar casually glancing side to side looking (a) for Gina and (b) to see if there was a space where he could sit.

"Yes Sir, what can I get you?" A middle aged man greeted Jonathan and began to pull the pint of real ale that he'd asked for. Jonathan tried to surreptitiously glance out the back and down the far end of the bar, desperate for a glimpse of Gina. He could feel his heart rate increasing just from the thought of what she might be wearing tonight. A quiz night - lots of customers - plenty of attention surely if she was wearing something else low-cut. With no sign of her yet and his pint now in his hand, he turned and looked around for somewhere to sit.

"Jonathan! Jonathan! Over 'ere mate!"

Peering through a group of people, Jonathan saw Bill and Micky from last night beckoning him over. With the absence of any other seat and not wanting to look like 'Billy-No-Mates', he headed over and sat down.

"You didn't fancy the quiz then eh?"

"No. No, I just popped in for a quick pint to end the day, you know how it is."

"Oh aye, we do yeah. Best real ale for miles around 'ere."

"I err... I thought Gina might be on shift tonight, busy night with the quiz and all that."

"Ooh no, Gina left for university this afternoon. Gone back for the Summer term now. She's got exams this year."

"Left? This afternoon? What time?"

"Ooh, musta bin about 'arf past two I'd say. We knew she'd be off today so we popped in late morning for brunch. Well, when you're not gonna see somethin' like that for a few months, you wanna make the most of it eh." Bill smiled and winked at Jonathan.

"Aye. Ooh, she didn't 'arf look tasty n all. Skin tight jeans n red shirt." Micky leaned in closer to Jonathan and his mate Bill, "Nice couple o' buttons undone at the top. She does like to treat 'er customers well."

"'Ad a very sexy look on 'er face today an all. You know, that look you get when you've 'ad a bit of err... well, 'anky panky. All chirpy and chatty, walking about like she knew she was sex on legs, ha."

To say he felt gutted was an understatement. At the very least, Jonathan would've expected her to have told him earlier that morning that she was going back to university today. Surely she would've wanted to keep in touch after the time they'd spent together? She basically told him at least twice that she found him 'hot' and he'd told her numerous times that she was gorgeous. It didn't make sense. He took a swig of his pint, feeling quite down, especially as he'd come to the pub to get away from the vibe in the cottage with Amber.

"Nay mind, only another two months or so and she'll be back. Just in time for Summer."

"Ere, you should pop down for the Summer barbeque they 'old 'ere. Gina and 'er sister, both in bikini tops serving great big 'ot dogs! Course, 'er sister's not long turned 18. Only just started out 'elping in the pub when sis is back at uni."

"Sister?"

"Ooh aye, both of 'em... oh, 'ere she comes now look..."

The three men looked at the girl, Bill and Micky smiling a friendly greeting, Jonathan's expression changing from anticipation to disappointment as the pretty but exceptionally flat chested young girl began to clean a table.

"Alright gentlemen?" She smiled, giving a thumbs up sign as Micky replied 'yes thankyou dear.' As she moved to a table a little further away, Bill leaned in...

"Not as blessed as 'er big sister but she's sweet enough."

Jonathan watched her clean. She seemed quite a bit shorter than her older sister. Like Gina, she had on tight jeans and there was no doubting that her figure was petite and tight. However, she had on a white t-shirt in a thick, clingy fabric and although it was very easy to see what was obviously a moulded white t-shirt bra through her top, the bra was so tight to her chest, the garment barely making any indentation into her top at all and what there was - from the style of the bra - was obviously padding. Jonathan sighed, turned away and took a big gulp of ale, intending to finish up and go back to the cottage to bed.

"Think you was a bit taken with our Gina eh?"

"She was very err... attractive."

"An o' course - those lovely big bristols eh?"

"Ummm... well, they were ummm... eye catching to say the least."

"Reckon every bloke in 'ere would love to get their 'ands on 'em. Who wouldn't eh? I know I would! Are you married Jonathan?"

"Ummm... I am, yes."

"Me n Micky bin married over 30 years. Sometimes, you just need a little bitta somethin' new to keep yer mojo alive ain't that right Micky?"

"Ooh aye yeah. It's 'armless enough. That's why we come in 'ere, although we won't be as regular now young Gina's gone back. It's just a bitta fun wishing you were 50 years younger an ridin' that beauty eh ha! Bitta 'armless fun, no one gets 'urt and you leave 'ere 'appy."

Jonathan knew he wouldn't be leaving there happy. If he were honest with himself, he felt quite dejected. After such passionate sex with Gina earlier, who had told him how good she'd felt afterwards, surely she wouldn't want to just walk away as though it never happened? He bid Bill and Micky goodnight and walked slowly towards the cottage, glancing down the side alley that led to the back of the pub where he'd followed Gina that morning. He sighed.

What he didn't know was that Gina's taxi ride to the station would be punctuated - as it always was - by her regular driver pulling into their 'secret spot' to have sex in the back of his cab. Being a rural village, it was about 25 miles to the closest mainline station and she and her driver - Ed, a middle aged friend of her father - had sealed their 'deal' a couple of years ago. Gina got a free ride to the station and Ed got... well, a free ride with the busty, sexy young girl he'd effectively watched grow up! Neither would ever breathe a word to Gina's father, it was their 'secret'.

Jonathan let himself in quietly and went upstairs, his young wife snoring gently in bed. He felt so incredibly down and fed up, he couldn't even stump up the enthusiasm for a wank.