Hooking up with my old Monster Cock fling and his Wife [FFM]

I don’t know if any of you have ever gotten caught red handed writing your Gone Wild Stories, but last week that happened to me. I was back in my hometown for Thanksgiving with my parents. I went out to a bar for black Wednesday with my youngest sister. These kinds of things are always kind of awkward: you see people you knew in high school, some more attractive, some less. In my case, I have to fend off the creepiest of the creepers at the bar, while still looking for some kind of prospect.

 

In high school, I had a reputation… I fucked a lot of guys (33 by graduation by my count) and it stuck. I’m 27 now, have a good job, and have fucked plenty more men. But the creepiest of townie lowlifes with multiple DUIs still remember high school Ashleigh. Slut shame me if you want, but no one deserves aggressive advances from fat hairy guys who they barely knew from grammar school. Thank God, I saw some people I could talk to.

 

At the table were some of my better high school friends, including the owner of my favorite giant cock: “Peter” and his wife “Molly”. I was surprised to see them out, as Molly just had twins about six months ago and had two others under 4. But they left the kids with the grandparents for some pre-Thanksgiving mayhem. Bars with high school friends almost ten years after the fact are weird. Despite going to colleges in different places, sometimes people wind up getting married to someone they barely knew. That was how Peter and Molly were.

 

I had known Molly since middle school, we were in girl scouts together. In high school she was kind of a stuck up prude. Taller than me, about 5’8”, stick thin, with curly black hair, dark eyes, pale skin, and **gigantic** boobs. I remember when her bra size was 28H in the locker room: That was 8 years ago. After three pregnancies, they were ever bigger, and she was still skinny as could be. If I didn’t know she just had twins, she could have fooled me. Her tits were absolutely bursting out of the red cardigan she was wearing over her shirt. Nipples poking through her bra, shirt, and sweater. A button popped off at some point when she was talking.

 

My sister went off to talk to some guy. I approved. We all made small talk for about thirty minutes. Individuals and couples would come and go to get drinks. Molly keeps giving me the side eye for some reason (probably because she knows I hooked up with Peter a few dozen times). The last people went to the bar to order another drink, leaving just Peter, Molly and me. Molly, a little drunk, grabs my shirt out of nowhere and pulls me close: *Are you writing stories about fucking my husband on Reddit?*

 

Me: *Whoa. I have not done anything with him since you guys started dating.*

 

Molly: *I’ve read about “Peter”* [she made finger quotes] *Those stories are your stories. I know his dick better than anyone. It’s a pain* [she giggled] *but I know it.*

 

**I’ll break the fourth wall here: Everyone on Gonewildstories uses fake names. Some better than others. Peter wasn’t quite happy with the name I picked for him, but he accepts it. Molly picked her own name for when I write this story. She always liked that name. I let them edit this story before I posted it. They approved aside from some minor spelling errors.**

 

This whole time, Peter is just smiling slightly drunk. He was never a big talker. But he’s gotten so much better looking since high school. It’s true that men age like wine, women age like milk. I think when I walked over to the table, Molly was pissed at me, but as she has another Moscow Mule, her attitude goes from irate to curious. I can see her eyeing me. She grabs my ass in the bathroom when we go to talk. I assume Molly had at least experimented with other women. I remember a homecoming where she got completely hammered and tried to make out with a female teacher. She avoided an expulsion on that one by claiming LGBT discrimination (even though she was basically straight).

 

Molly, Peter, and I get our own table when some other people leave. My sister is making out with some dude in the back. *Work it girl.* She can find her own way home. Molly has noticed I’ve been eyeing her tits. It really isn’t sexual yet, they are just giant and a little bit of milk has soaked through her shirt and cardigan. She scoots her chair closer and says: *So you like to write about Peter’s dick?*

 

Me: *No offense, it is really good.*

 

Molly: *Do you really squirt from it?* Her eyes are peering into my soul.

 

Me (to Peter): *Is she okay?*

 

Peter nods. He’s wearing a pair of fitted slacks. Anyone with eyes can see the giant bulge he has down there. Molly gently pushes me off my stool and sticks my hand onto Peter’s cock. It immediately starts to swell and go down his leg. Half erect, he is still over 8 inches long. Molly caresses my neck.

 

*Babe, get an Uber. Ashleigh, is your room still in the carriage house?* Molly says.

 

I nod. A little more milk leaks through Molly’s sweater.

 

On the Uber ride to my parents’ house, we go over the ground rules. Almost everything is okay, but I can’t kiss Peter on the mouth (hashtag marriage?), Molly doesn’t want any assplay from me, and I am “required” to squirt directly in her face. She really has read my stories. We get out a block from the house and walk the rest of the way. We still don’t trust Uber. Molly is lightly rubbing my ass the whole walk. We sneak into my room. My room is in an old carriage house behind the rest of the home, so it’s not too hard. Molly instructs me to get naked and sit in my desk chair to watch Peter and her make love. They go at it quick, and I start jilling hard with my hand.

 

I see the tag on her bra as it hits the floor: 30N. N-cup. Bra letters go that high. I like boobs: my own, others, the overall concept. But I am actually sexually attracted to those giant things Molly has hanging from her chest. The size of actual melons. Each one is almost the size of my head. Huge, full, and round, they go from her shoulders to her belly button. Her areolas are dark and the size of teacup plates. Her nipples are as big around as my thumb. They are swollen and veiny against her pale skin. A little bit of milk drippled out of the left one and Peter lapped it up. She looks like a caricature of a fertility goddess, except with a tiny skinny body. Half her weight has to be boobs alone.

 

Peter’s cock is as magnificent as ever. Maybe ever bigger than before. One time, I had measured it at ten and a half inches long and seven and a quarter around: the size of a Pringles can. And Molly is taking the whole fucking thing. Head to testes, Peter is putting the entire thing in. Even I could never do that. You go girl. She is screaming loud and goes limp for a second. *Make me cum again* she gasps at me.

 

I start kissing Molly as we hug. Her milk is slowly getting onto my chest and stomach. Her body is so skinny but her boobs are just giant and firm. Peter is watching, slowly stroking himself. He hasn’t said a word in the past hour. *How big of a toy did you bring?* she asks. I walk, dripping wet on my own, and covered in milk, to get out three big dildos from my suitcase. *Your choice* I say. Molly picks the biggest Bad Dragon I have.

 

We put on a little bit of coconut oil and I relax and ease it into my ass. I hadn’t planned on anal tonight, so it hurt at first, but started to feel good shortly. Molly is gently licking me, then grabs Peter by the cock. He goes in hard and deep. All the way to the back. Fucking-A this is good. I have to really try not to kiss his lips with his wife fucking my ass with that big toy. I cum hard but no squirt yet. *Take the whole thing!* Molly yells as Peter goes deeper and deeper.

 

I start to taste something spicy and see purple light when I close my eyes. This is so fucking hot, but I can’t let myself go yet. Molly has her hand around the inch or so of Peter’s cock that won’t fit all the way into me. She is kind of a psycho. Her milk has gone from a dribble to just spraying out of her nipples. I hear her cum again with no physical stimulation, as I am trying to hold myself back. With every part of my will, I manage to cum without squirting and blacking out.

 

I pull the Bad Dragon out of my ass so that Peter can get in. I start kissing Molly then biting and drinking from her tit. Peter is easing all the way in. I can feel that giant cock getting into my stomach. Molly has the toy in her vag (gross, it was just in my ass) and I’m getting a mouthful of milk. Seriously, I swallowed a little bit of her milk, but I was getting a whole mouthful every ten seconds or so. I just spit it on the bed. She cums again. A little bit of her grool drips onto my leg.

 

Peter finally gets all the way in and I can see my stomach start to bulge. I haven’t fucked him in close to 4 years, but I swear his cock is even bigger. Molly screams *Yes. Alien baby!* and goes down on me. I start to cum slowly. I try to hold everything back. I look at the clock before I black out, it’s 12:28am. I remember half of my scream before I pass out. Happy Thanksgiving!

 

I come to at 12:32am. I’m shaking. My vision still isn’t quite settled. Molly is covered in my squirt and Peter ejaculated all over her and my nightstand. I don’t even care. She is still leaking milk all over herself, me, and Peter. We all lay in bed, sticky. My Bad Dragon is on the other side of the room for some reason. The jar of coconut oil is broken in the corner.

 

Molly gets a pump out of her purse and deposits another quart into a mason jar that I used to store jewelry in. *Don’t want to make the babies alcoholics* she says. I can see why her kids are well fed. She produces more than a gallon a day depending on her hormones. *The #1 donor to the breast milk bank* she says proudly. My bed is covered in Peter’s semen, my cum, and Molly’s milk. Thankfully, I have a change of sheets in my dresser.

 

They get an Uber to pick them up around the block. It’s about 2am, and as we walk out of my room, I see my sister escorting her fling out of the main part of the house. He panics for a second, but winds up just walking around the block to get the Uber with Peter and Molly. Good job, sis.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5frevt/hooking_up_with_my_old_monster_cock_fling_and_his