It was sunny, hot, and breezy on the day Rita and Lynn celebrated their nineteenth wedding anniversary, the sky a hazy, sun blast shade of dusty blue and not a cloud in sight. Yellow sand sloped down to the quietl, lapping waves of a mountain lake, and in the distance, deep forests rolled away into forever, broken only by the occasional gully, stream, or hillock. The massive Mount Pine Resort, with its European lodge style wooden beams and windows, loomed over the shore line like a mighty castle commanding a sweeping view of ancient boreal forests and the distant sound of happy children splashing in the pool added a surreal, dream-like quality to the scene.

Rita and Lynn were sitting side by side on wood and canvas longue chairs, Lynn in a pair of green swimming trunks and Rita in a revealing white one piece and a floppy sun hat. A pair of big sunglasses protected her from the sun's harmful UV rays, and suntan lotion dried on her arms, legs, and face, hardly visible except for a few faint white spots on her bronze flesh. A paperback novel was tented forgotten on her massive ZZZ bosom. Her breasts were so big that they jutted out a good two feet in front of her. On a cold day, she could poke your eyes out without ever getting close to you.

Her ass and thighs were just as big. Of course, every woman's ass, thighs, and breasts were absolutely massive these days. It started about twenty years ago. Something in the food or the water, no one really knew and no one really cared. Dicks were bigger, breasts were bigger, and man alive, Rita had seen some gigantic nut sacks.

And Clyde McBride's nuts were the biggest of all.

It all started when Lori went off to college. Clyde had loved her for years and her leaving came as a huge blow to him. Rita was there to comfort and console him, and over time, their friendship blossomed into something else. Rita didn't think of it as cheating because she was not in love with the boy, she just loved being reamed by his 23 inch cock. In the several months since their little "friends with benefits" arrangement had begun, they had been together several times, usually when Lynn was at work and Rita and Clyde were both bored. Nothing spiced up the otherwise dull and boring day of a suburban house wife quite like being bent over the kitchen table and fucked into submission by a 23 inch dick. Clyde loved her oversized breasts and paid special attention to them every time they had sex, making sure to kiss, suck, and massage them. He showed a hunger and passion that Lynn lacked. She did not hate Lynn or blame him. They had been married for almost twenty years and once you have sex almost on tap, virtually whenever you want it, you lose that fire and ambition. You become complacent. It wasn't like that with Clyde. She was the only woman in his life and they didn't have sex often enough for him to get complacent. He looked forward to and appreciated every session they had together.

Lynn was comfortable in the knowledge that if he didn't want it tonight, he could get it tomorrow, or the next night, or the night after that. Clyde, not being married - not owning the cow, so to speak - didn't have that assurance. He only got it when time and circumstances allowed, so he never got full and fat on her, he only got enough to slake his thirst until next time. Sometimes he got so horny that there was nothing she could do but let him ravage her. If they were in public and he began to go wild, she would have to hurry up and get him home so that he could relieve himself.

Rita liked it that way.

Clyde was also a sweet boy. He was always willing to come by and help out when she needed it, and he never did it with the expectation of having sex. Sometimes she didn't feel like it and honestly just needed someone to help clean out the garage or the basement. She made sure, however, to get down on her knees and thank him with her warm, wet mouth. He loved her blowjobs and she loved pleasing him. And tasting his young, virile spunk. It might sound strange, but a young, horny stud tastes from different from an older man. There's a wild tang to their semen that bepeaks vitality. Rita was on the pill - unbeknownst to Lynn - so there was little chance of her getting pregnant, but she knew that if she weren't and a single drop of Clyde's masculine essence found its way into her womb, it would undoubtedly take root and turn into a human life, so strong and virile was he.

She loved Lynn, but she was very fond of Clyde as well, and sometimes wished that that they had met much earlier. God, if she had met him when she was a young girl, she would have fucked his brains out and bore him one kid after another the same way she had with Lynn. Alas, poor Clyde was simply at the right place at the wrong time.

That didn't mean that they couldn't have a little fun now and then.

Yawning, Lynn sat up. "I'm gonna go grab a couple drinks from the concession stand.

"Good, I'm thirsty," she said.

Lynn got up and went to fetch the drinks and Rita waited. As she did so, the sun and heat got to her and she decided to cool off by taking a dip in the lake. She got up and walked down the shore until she found an empty stretch of beach fairly far from everyone else. She waded into the blessedly cool water, and it slowly crept up her thighs. She skimmed the surface with the palms of her hands and looked around to make sure that she was alone.

She was.

She went a little further out into the water, enjoying the way it felt, then suddenly, someone was behind her, their hands grabbing her breasts and their massive, cruise missile sized cock slapping and prodding her ass. She sucked a shocked gasp and turned her head.

It was Clyde.

Speak of the devil.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

He shurgged. "I was just in the neightborhood and thought I'd stop by." He ran his hips over her massive, wide hips, which never failed to turn her on.

She resisted. "I wish you hadn't," she said. "It's my anniversary."

"I know," he said, sounding sheepish, "but it's been so long since we've been together. I really want to see you. I need to see you."

It had been a good three weeks since they had had sex. That was a long time, especially for . Clyde. With such big, strong balls, he required frequent milking. Normally, Rita loved doing that for him, but today was different, it was special, it was hers and Lynn's anniversary. Yes, she cheated on him, but she still cared for him, and today still meant something to her.

She said as much, but Clyde rubbed his cock against her ass and kissed her neck. She could feel him pulsing against her as his passions coursed through him. Her body responded, whether she wanted it to or not, and her pussy slickened in anticipation of him putting it in her. She sighed and bit her bottom lip. She was annoyed at how insistent he was being, but she also liked to be desired as much as he desired her. She had not felt that way in a long time. It bothered and irritated her that he was doing this now, on her special day with Lynn, but she knew how this situation would end.

And it would be a lie to say that she didn't enjoy it.

It also didn't help that he kept rubbing and prodding her middle, which made her extremely aroused.

She drew a deep breath and let it out in a rush. "Fine," she said, "but we have thirty minutes tops. Lynn will be back soon and I don't want him to catch us."

"Thirty minutes is all I need," Clyde said.

Clyde took her to a tent he had rented up the beach decorated to look like a motel room, with neon lights and everything. Unbeknownst to them, at that exact moment Lynn returned to their spot to find Rita gone. He looked around and hummed to himself, wondering where she had gotten off to. Behind him, in the distance, Clyde and Rita disappeared into the tent.

Huh.

She must be swimming.

As soon as Clyde and Rita were alone, he pounced on her from behind, his hands squeezing her massive, bulging tits through her one piece and his dick poking the cleft of her butt. It slipped between her thighs and shot out the other side, giving the illusion that she was literally riding on his huge dong like a witch on an excessively thick and pulsating broom handle. He attacked the slope of her throat with hungry kisses and Rita reached down to stroke his cock. It was hot and throbbing underneath her touch, his animalistic arousal so raw and unfiltered that it turned her on even more.

Jamming his fingers through the straps of her one piece, he peeled it off of her wet body and it pooled in a heap around her ankles. Now she was entirely nude, the warm air blowing through the tent flap caressing her bare body. Clyde thrusted his hips insistantly back and forth, his dick gliding between her wet folds like a hotdog through a bun. That imagine made Rita want to laugh, but the feeling of his hands on her body and of his dick grinding her made her want to moan. Clyde kissed her neck and her ear as he pinched and pulled her already rock hard nipples. He ran one of his hands down her stomach, dipped it between her legs, and started to rub and massage her clit, which sent pulsating waves of pleasure through her entire body.

Losing himself to need and animal instinct, Clyde shoved Rita toward the bed and bent her over it, pushing her face into the blaket. He spread her giant ass open with his knees and guided the tip of his skyscraper dick to her opening. She braced herself, and when he plunged deep into her womb, spreading her sticky walls apart and bottoming out inside of her, she bit down on her bottom lip to cut off the scream. No matter how many times she and Clyde had sex, he was so big that it always felt like the first time, and her body needed a moment to adjust to his considerable size and girth. Gripping her hips, he began to pump, his dick slamming back and forth, crushing against her cervix and his balls slapping crazily on her ass. Rita threw herself back into each one of his thrusts and made a circular motion with her hips, swirling his dick around inside of her. Clyde's grip on her hips tightened, and for a second she thought he was about to cum.

Instead, he flipped her onto her back and slammed into her in one fluid motion. She was very wet by now, a virtual waterfall cascading between her legs, and it didn't hurt as much. His crowned tip, however, raked her G-Spot, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Clyde grabbed her ankles, pushed them back against her massive, cushy boobers, and started to jackhammer her. And jackhammer was exactly the right word. His hips pumped back and forth with shocking speed and his ball sack battered her coprpulent ass. His dick drove in and out, in and out, like some kind of machine, and Rita started to come apart at the seams. Her back arched, her mind scattered like a puff of smoke on the wind, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. With her eyes still reversed in her head and her tongue wagging, she looked like that girl from The Exoricst. Only instead of taking something out of her, Father Clyde was putting something into her~

Yanking out, Clyde rolled Rita back onto her stomach and plowed her so hard that she thought her hips were going to shatter. His hips flashed back and forth and his dick pumped her so fast that she was surprised she didn't start smoking from the friction. At that point, Rita lost all sense and turned into a puddle of quivering goo. She was all nerve endings firing at once and pleasure sensors flashing red as they went into overload, and then meltdown mode. Clyde's hips flew back and forth at blinding speeds and his nuts pound her clit into submission. He rooted her with such force that she rocked back and forth, front and back; she clutched the blankets in her hands to keep from falling face first onto the bed. How she had the presence of mind to do this, she didn't know. Call it instinct.

Suddenly, Clyde's dick swelled inside of her, plugging up her hole and spreading her apart in the most amazing mix of pleasure and pain that she had ever known. Clyde dug his nails into her hips, gave one last thrust, and came hard, wads of hot cum shooting against her cervix and leaking into her core, spreading tingling warmth throughout her whole body.

Clyde flopped onto the bed, but Rita wasn't done. She didn't get to cum yet and she was not about to get all hot and bothered without finishing. She slapped one hand onto Clyde's chest, squatted, and sank herself onto his still hard cock, a mixture of their fluids sluciing down his meaty shaft. Clyde arched his back, and Rita guided his hands to her breasts. He rubbed and tweaked her nipples as she began to bounce up and down on him. Clyde squeezed and pulled her breasts, which sent tingles of pleasure into her middle, and she brought herself down hard on his cock, taking every single inch of it. The urge to lean over and kiss him on the lips - with tongue - came over her, but her breasts were so big, like deployed airbags, that she couldn't manage it.

Oh well.

She'd focus on working that dick instead.

At one point, she spun around, facing away from him, and fucked him in reverse cowgirl. Clyde held onto her hips, then passed his thumb appreciatively over her butthole. She propped her hands on either side of his legs and bent forward like a gymnast doing the splits. Her body tightened around his shaft and he let out an almost pained sounding groan.

Finally, Rita came with an earth shattering cry, and her juices oozed out around Clyde's dick. Clyde panted and sweated as she swung her leg over him and started to get up. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "Just five more minutes."

Rita smiled. How could she deny him.

"Okay," she said, "but five minutes only."

This time, she knelt on her hands and knees while Clyde drilled her from behind. He came but asked for another five minutes. She was so turned on by then that she couldn't have said no even if she wanted to. She held onto the blanket but he pounded her so hard that she face planted, and she didn't have the presence of mind to prop herself back up again, so she bit the blanket and let him do his thing. This time when he came, he pulled out and painted her back with his cum; he loved seeing his spunk on her creamy white skin. He called her his little glazed donut.

"I really have to go now," Rita said, looking worriedly around as if for a clock. Lynn was certainly back from the concession stand by now and was probably waiting for her.

"Just five more minutes," Clyde said.

"I can't," Rita said, "Lynn's waiting."

He kissed her neck. "Just five more minutes," he said. "That's all."

Sighing, Rita gave in.

Next, they 69'd, Clyde tonguing her pussy and Rita bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling around his dick and her saliva coating him. He slipped a finger into her opening, found her G-Spot, and rubbed it, which made her shake and moan. This time, they came together, then laid out side by side. Rita was already horny again, so she mounted Clyde and rode him like a bucking bronco.

"Okay," Rita said, "I mean it this time. I have to go."

"Just five more minutes?"

"No," Rita said firmly.

Before she could get up, Clyde grabbed her by the pussy and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She tried to fight him off, but honestly, she didn't try too hard.

They fucked in multiple positions, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. In between bouts, they would cuddle, their hot and sweaty bodies stuck together, and caress each other's private areas until they were ready to go again. How long had passed? Was the thirty minutes over? Was Lynn still getting the drinks? Who knew? And who cared? Rita was swept away on a tide of lust and desire and the only thing that mattered was the here and now, with her hing and endlessly hungry lover.

All good things must come to an end, however, and eventually, both Clyde and Rita were spent, their bodies unable to come a single drop more. They flopped back onto the bed and caught their breaths. The light was weak and Rita realized with a nervous twist of the stomach that hours must have passed.

"I have to go," she said and got up, "God, Lynn's probably wondering where I am."

Clyde laced his hands behind his head cockily. "Getting it better than you have anywhere else."

She threw a pillow at his face and he tumbled out of bed.

Dressed, Rita said her goodbyes and rushed out, feeling horrible for getting carried away and forgetting Lynn. Now their special day together was almost over. A small part of her hoped that he found some curvy blonde 18 year old to have sex with; she was a fair woman, since she had someone on the side, she was find with the idea of Lynn having someone. Instead, she found him passed out in his longue chair, his half naked body burned to a total crisp.

"You forgot sunblock," she said when he stirred.

"How long was I out?"

"A while," Rita said, hoping to dupe him. "Maybe a couple hours? I lost track of time."

Wincing at the pain of his sunburn, Lynn sat up. "Jeez, hun, I'm sorry. I fell asleep and ruined our special day."

"Don't worry about it," Rita said with a patient and understanding smile. "Worry about this sunburn."

"It hurts pretty bad."

"I'll get some aloe."

And thus Rita and Lynn's 19th Anniversary Extravaganza came to a close.

THE END