After crashing his car, Ángel collapses in the freezing cold, convinced that he is about to die. Thankfully he soon finds himself waking up in what seems like heaven, next to a curvy, blonde MILF.
Is this really how it ends…? Ángel thought to himself as he stopped to fill up his lungs with the freezing, northern air. The heavy snowfall cut away at his skin, and his light clothing did little in the way of shielding from the storm. Despite having been on foot for no more than 20 minutes, he was already frozen to the core, and every step he took felt like dragging a pillar of ice through the deep snow.
He should have known better than to move to this godforsaken part of the world in the first place. A southern boy like him wasn’t built for this kind of weather, thin and frail as he was, and with a deeply tanned complexion that was meant for a life near the equator. But here he was, paying for his stupid mistakes… Possibly with his own life. And for what? A low rent? Pretty landscapes? Slightly better living standards? Every conceivable reason seemed like utter foolishness at this point.
Looking back down the road he had walked along, all he could see was white. Even if he had been within viewing distance of his wrecked car, it was probably buried under a good few inches of snow already, just like everything else in this wasteland. There weren’t even any traces of tires on the road. It was just a flat, white stretch of nothingness; not a hint of human civilization or activity to be seen.
No longer even shivering, Ángel could feel his body giving up on him. Frozen and exhausted, he finally went down on his knees and hands onto the cold, snow-covered ground, feeling his eyelids grow heavy as he tried to use his last bit of mental strength to power through. But it was in vain. His limbs couldn’t carry his weight any further, and thus, he collapsed face first into the snow.
The icy winds continued to drown out any other sound as he lay there, awaiting his demise while his body was slowly covered in a layer of white. With a mind blurred with delirium and a pair of tired eyes directed at the forest next to the road, he thought he could see the grim reaper himself emerging between the massive spruce trees. A dark, hooded silhouette with baggy clothing, making its way across the snow-filled trench between the road and the woods... But why was he carrying a rifle instead of a scythe?
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Paradoxical Undressing... The urge to remove one’s clothing as if overcome with a feeling of intense heat, despite having a body temperature far below normal. A common occurrence during the later stages of hypothermia, and often followed by the death of the affected individual. Or so Ángel had read somewhere. And now, he seemed to be experiencing that very phenomenon, his body slowly getting warmer and warmer; so far to a tolerable level, but any more would be testing his limits. If he wasn’t so exhausted he would probably have stood up and undressed without a second thought, thus perhaps sparing him a few seconds of suffering.
But when did the snow start feeling so… silky? And when did the asphalt get so soft? Was he dreaming? Had the cold finally broken him? No longer could he hear the deafening storm that had roared in his ears when he surrendered to it, suggesting that his senses were giving up on him. Even his sight seemed lost. Unless he had just closed his eyes without realizing…?
Feeling his mind clearing up, Àngel opened his heavy eyelids expecting to see the same bleak, cold surroundings in which he had lain down mere moments ago, but was met with something very different. A face. A sleeping, middle-aged woman’s face, and a beautiful one at that, with creamy skin that was highlighted with a faint blush across the cheeks. Her eyebrows were thick, as were her pink lips that parted with every breath she took, its fresh scent hitting Ángel’s nostrils like in a minty breeze. The long, golden curls on the woman’s head looked like they had spread out like a bunch of springs, some of them reaching all the way to Ángel’s face.
Casting a confused glance around himself, he quickly determined that he had either been rescued at the last second or died and gone to heaven. He was in a warm bed, surrounded by walls of raw wood that were mounted with old hunting rifles, and above the lit up fireplace in the wall by the foot of the bed hung a moose skull with downright terrifying antlers. Directly to Ángel’s left was a window that let him gaze into a little snow-covered clearing that glimmered in the morning sun, the few trees that adorned it slowly transitioning into a thick forest further back.
Just as his mind drifted back to who the mysterious woman lying next to him could be, she suddenly let out a loud yawn. Alarmed, Ángel turned back to her as she groggily smacked her lips and blinked a few times, before her deep brown eyes adjusted to the light and looked right at him. For the few seconds of utter silence during which they shared a glance at each other, the look on the woman’s face went from half-asleep to pure, open-mouthed shock, and finally lit up in radiating happiness.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, her bare arms reaching around Ángel’s back. “You’re finally awake!”
“Uh, who—” Without warning he was silenced by the woman’s tits shoved in his face, each one bigger than his head, and the only thing between him and her nipples was her black bra. Some part of him wanted to struggle, but the soft feeling of being pinned against her body was quite possibly the best remedy imaginable for what he had gone through.
The woman closed her eyes as she squeezed away at him. “Mm… I thought I would lose you… You were frozen solid when I found you out there…”
A strange feeling of relief washed over Ángel as he lay there completely still in the woman’s warm grasp. What he had thought was the grim reaper couldn’t have been any more different, and oh, how happy he was that such was the case. She had saved him from a certain death. This strangely affectionate, sexy, busty woman was his savior. Who knew how much trouble she had gone through in order to bring him back to health, and who knew how much time she had thrown away just for him. All because he had been stupid enough to drive his car through a blizzard.
But before long, the feeling of getting choked blocked out any deeper thoughts. Ángel let out a muffled scream into her bosom, hoping that some of the noise would escape the huge amount of titty-flesh. Thankfully she wasn’t as clueless as one might suspect, pulling away from Ángel upon hearing his protest.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she said. “Are you okay?”
“I-I’m fine…” Ángel mumbled, his hair ruffled and his nose filled with the scent of woman. “Where are we exactly?”
“In my hunting lodge.” The woman slid her legs off the side of the bed and sat up, her back turned to Ángel as she reached for her gray turtleneck sweater draped over the nightstand, then slipped it over her near-bare upper body. “I carried you here. Thankfully you’re pretty light.”
“So that really was you that I saw? With the gun?”
“Uh-huh. Was out hunting when the blizzard came along to ruin it. But that’s okay, ‘cause I found something better than any deer or hare.”
Ángel was, stupidly, about to ask her what she found, as she turned around to wink at him. His dark cheeks blushed as his still-thawing brain caught up. Being ‘something better than a deer or hare’ should go without saying for a human being, but the tone of her voice and wink seemed to hint at something more. It was like she had found something precious.
“You’re really lucky I happened to be there, you know,” the woman added, putting on a pair of knitted socks. “Any longer out there and you would’ve been a goner.”
“... Was it really that bad?”
She scoffed at him. “Are you kidding me? It’s a miracle that you survived without a hospital visit.”
A shudder visibly coursed through Ángel’s frail body. “Thank you…” he mumbled, his mouth covered by the blanket.
“Come again?”
“Thank you,” he repeated, louder. “... For saving me.”
The woman smiled as if she were about to tear up. “Don’t mention it, hun,” she said, reaching out to run her fingers through his black, messy hair.
Ángel stared at her, his heartbeat akin to that of someone in love. Was this the perfect woman? She was more beautiful than anyone he had ever seen, even with what others might call imperfections, like the slight chub on her cheeks, a pair of bushy eyebrows and minor signs of aging in the form of a hint of wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Furthermore she seemed equally kind and sweet despite Ángel being a complete stranger in her house. And to top it off, she was living as a hermit from the looks of it, hunting in the cold, snowy woods all by herself. A perfect mix of beauty, kindness and toughness.
… And of course, she had a huge pair of tits that she wasn’t ashamed of shoving Ángel’s face.
“What’s your name, by the way?” she said.
Ángel continued to stare at her, before realizing what she just had asked him. “Oh… It’s Ángel.” Like always, he made sure to pronounce it in his native tongue. He wasn’t exactly a huge fan of the name, especially not in this part of the world where its meaning hardly was something that conjured up images of someone masculine, and Ángel was feminine enough already.
“‘Ahn-ghel’? As in ‘Angel’?”
“... Yeah, it’s Spanish for Angel.” Well, so much for that.
“That’s so adorable!” the woman said, both hands clutching her chest. “Can I call you that instead?”
“Umm, sure, I guess…” said Ángel bitterly. Only if I can call you Goddess,[I] he wanted to say deep down, but realized how stupid it would have been. Still, it wasn’t so bad. While his nickname embarrassed him, hearing it from the lips of a beauty like her actually felt a bit like an honor. A thrilling, [I]arousing honor.
“Great! My name’s Linda.”
“N-nice to meet you, G—... I-I mean, Linda,” Ángel stuttered awkwardly. Could he not even go five minutes without saying something dumb?
“You’re not from around here, are you, Angel?” she asked, smiling as she tasted his cute new nickname on her tongue.
“No. I moved here a couple of years ago.”
“Well, where are you from?”
Ángel went quiet for a second, assessing the question. “Are you asking about my ethnicity?”
“Yeah, I guess,” she said with a shrug. “If you don’t mind. I’m just curious.”
“That’s okay,” said Ángel. “I’m a native South American. Wasn’t born there, though.”
Linda rose from the bed and adjusted the waistband of the pants she had slept in. “Wow… You’re really not built for this type of weather, are you?”
“You can say that again…” He flashed her a smile, but it quickly faded into a face of pure awe. The reason being the sight of Linda’s thick, curvy body, hugged by her tight clothes that showed the outline of her hips that were just as impressive as her bust. The gray turtleneck sweater and the pair of black sweatpants that she wore made her seem like someone who cared more about comfort than a flashy appearance, but even so, no form of clothing could truly hide the erotic shape of her body. Her ass was absolutely huge, and with Linda turned away from Ángel, he could freely bask in the glorious view of her pants sinking into the cleft between her meaty buttocks. Such plumpness paired with her casual wear made her look motherly in a way, even more so considering her unstyled, wild curls of hair and her faint wrinkles. Incredibly, her waistline seemed to have been spared from carrying any substantial amount of fat. It wasn’t hourglass-narrow, but it was more or less flat.
Another thing Ángel noted was her height. He would have needed to stand next to her to know for sure how much she towered over his five foot two frame, but she looked almost six feet tall from where he lay. With such a robust build it couldn’t have been too hard for her to haul Ángel’s comparatively tiny body through the snowstorm.
Linda headed towards the door. “I was thinking of making some tea or something,” she said. “You want some?”
“Oh, sure.”
“Wanna stay in bed? I can bring it to you.”
“Actually, I think I’d rather get up,” Ángel said and sat up straight. But just as he was about to throw the cover off, he noticed something… odd. Namely that he was completely naked.
“What’s the matter, hun?” Linda asked, having noticed his unease from where she stood in the doorframe.
“You… undressed me?”
“Well, yeah. I had to get you out of those frozen clothes and into the shower.”
Ángel looked at her with his mouth open in shock, as if having been violated. He wasn’t sure if it was necessary to go as far as to strip him of his underwear, but Linda looked sure of herself, smirking at him innocently. Ángel felt a hint of irritation as a result. Even if her intent was good, couldn’t she at least be a bit bashful about it? Though perhaps that was just how people were in these northern parts. That would explain the faceful of tits Ángel was greeted with upon waking up.
Linda tilted her head at him, still smirking. “Something wrong?”
“N-no, I was just a bit surprised…” Ángel said. And embarrassed, he thought. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t exactly proud of what he looked like, but only when he was completely in the nude did his biggest insecurity become visible; his tiny dick. And not only had Linda seen it completely flaccid, she had seen it after he had been subjected to a damn blizzard. God knows if it even surpassed one inch in that state…
“Aw, feeling a bit on edge, are we? I’ll get that tea going. Should help.” Linda exited out the door and turned left down the hallway outside, but stopped to peek her head back inside the room. “Oh, I prepared some clothes for you at the foot of the bed, by the way. Your hair tie is there as well.”
Ángel nodded. “Alright.”
And so Linda made her way through the hallway and into the kitchen. She stopped by the sink, leaning against the wooden countertop that framed it as she took a deep breath. With a trembling hand she reached for her electric kettle and began filling it with tap water, the mere sight of it reminding her of the shower she had given little Ángel the evening before. Although, much to her shame, the reminder was quite welcome.
Okay, Linda, calm down, she heard a voice in her head say as she stood there, putting down the kettle and flicking the switch on, her heart beating harder and harder. You’re just trapped in your cabin with a sexy, tiny, foreign boy with… gorgeous black hair; a pretty, girly face; an adorable, high pitched voice… a smooth, thin body, and… and a… round… soft… little bubble butt...
Try as she might, staying calm was impossible. And from the way things were looking, it was doubtful that she would be able to keep her thoughts to herself. Living in this desolate, lonely place was her choice, and while she handled it quite well, she still needed human contact from time to time. With someone as strikingly erotic as Ángel, that need had reached critical levels the moment she had stripped him naked.
But it was wrong to feel that way… right? The poor thing might very well have been traumatized after what he had gone through. He didn’t need the affection of a stranger. He needed rest. Warmth. Comfort. All of which a bed could offer. But then again, so could a tight hug against a pair of big breasts. Arguably better than a bed.
Linda sighed. It was a good thing she chose to wear her thickest sweater, otherwise her most unusual sign of arousal would have been at risk to be seen. She could already feel her bra growing damp. Her pants on the other hand, though thick and loose-fitting, were more likely to give it all away. At this rate, Linda’s throbbing secret would come untucked whether she liked it or not…
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Ángel stood in front of the mirror next to the bed, inspecting the new set of clothing he had been made to wear. A beige, knitted sweater, a pair of black sweatpants and thick socks, all of it far too big to fit his tiny body. He groaned as he tried to pull the neckband of the sweater together only to have it widen back out to its original size when he let go. Why couldn’t he have borrowed a turtleneck like the one Linda was wearing? Now he would have to walk around with his upper chest and most of his shoulders exposed. That wasn’t how a man was supposed to dress! Such clothing should be worn only by women like Linda, so that their… big, jiggly breasts could be displayed…
The soft touch of the cloth suddenly had Ángel shuddering. Only now did he realize that what normally filled in the garments were the supple curves of an absolutely gorgeous woman who remained a stranger to him still. It was already quite weird to wake up next to someone living alone in the middle of nowhere, but even weirder how her beauty and kindness had turned the dire situation into something so pleasant. In what felt like the blink of an eye he had gone from being moments away from certain death to exchanging pleasantries with a stranger as if nothing had happened. Panic and urgency had vanished in the woman’s presence, to the point where Ángel’s normal life that awaited him at home felt unimportant.
Perhaps it was time to get serious. He had so many questions to ask her, from why she was out here all alone under such bad conditions, to whether or not she would be able to give him a ride back home. After all, his own car was out of the question, and who knew if there was even any reception out here to contact authorities or family with. Maybe Linda didn’t even have a phone. And speaking of phones, where was Ángel’s? Had it even survived the cold?
Well, he himself was certainly warm and cozy now, and in no real rush to go anywhere just yet. He wanted answers, but he could get those answers over a cup of hot tea, and then maybe spend a bit more time relaxing with Linda before his inevitable trip home. The mere thought of it excited him; how this entire scenario was like something out of a erotic novel. An inexperienced, foreign boy taken in by an older, white woman with enough ass and tits to easily suffocate him by accident. Sure sounded like a better way to go than freezing to death under a blanket of snow.
Unfortunately, the reality was that someone like Ángel had zero chance with a woman like Linda, especially now that she had seen his naked body. It was probably foolish to fawn over her in the first place. It would only hurt him in the end; a reminder of how small, feminine and undesirable he was. Hell, the decision to move to the suburbs of his current apartment had not been halted in the slightest by the idea of missing out on any downtown partying with girls. In fact, he had almost given up on dating as a whole at this point. And that was probably for the best, seeing as how a girly boy like him would only stand to be ridiculed by any girl with somewhat normal standards.
Giving himself a couple of light slaps to the face, Ángel tried his best to shake off his pitiful negativity. He tied up his hair into a short ponytail, then headed out into the hallway and looked around. To the right of the bedroom he had emerged from was a door with a lock, suggesting that it was most likely a bathroom. To the left, the hallway continued past another door and led to what had to be a living room judging from its size. Probably with a kitchen connected to it as well, if the sound of boiling water was anything to go by.
He walked down the hallway and entered the huge room, a warm fuzziness hitting him instantly. The part to his right was a lounging area with a coffee table in the middle, illuminated by sunlight from a series of interconnected windows reaching all the way to the high ceiling. The small yard outside and the forest that surrounded it glistened in the snow, and it was the perfect view to enjoy from the cozy living room that was similar in decor as the bedroom. Rifles, skulls, antlers and pelts hung all over the place, many of them above a stone fireplace so big you could stand upright inside it.
“Hey again.”
Ángel turned to his left to find Linda standing behind a kitchen island with two steaming cups of tea in her hands. “Hey,” he said, looking at the floorboards. He raised his slender shoulders and grabbed them with his arms crossed in an awkward attempt at shielding his revealed skin from view.
“Well, don’t be so stiff!” the woman bubbled, gesturing towards the kitchen island’s bar stools on the opposite side of where she was standing. “Have a seat!”
“Okay…” Ángel mumbled. He walked towards her as she stood there expectantly, every step making it seem like he was gravitating harder into her soft embrace. It was a good thing that there was a kitchen island between them, otherwise he might very well have mindlessly face-planted into her chest. Instead he sat down on one of the padded stools and had a steaming cup of tea placed in front of him.
“I wasn’t sure what you would like, so I went with the fruity kind,” Linda said. After taking a sip of her own, she set her cup down on the countertop and leaned against it with crossed arms.
Ángel blushed, feeling Linda’s intense gaze on him. “T-that’s fine…” he stammered, diving into his cup of tea to divert his attention. Taking a long, careful sip of the warm and fruity drink, he glanced back up at her, expecting a conversation to be initiated at any moment… but all she offered him was a smile.
Why was she not saying anything? Was she a robot? She still hadn’t given herself much of an introduction beyond her first name, let alone uttered a single word about getting Ángel back home. He wasn’t much for small-talk, but he would take anything he could get at this point. Besides, wasn’t it the host’s job to make sure that their guest wasn’t feeling uncomfortable?
“... So do you live out here all year long or what?” he asked without sounding too forced, his eyes traveling around the house interior. It was a nice place for sure, but far from what he was used to. Certainly not a place where he would want to live, being a city boy who relied heavily on modern forms of entertainment. Linda’s electronic devices seemed limited to the kitchen. There was most likely not even a TV in the building, let alone a computer or PlayStation.
Linda sighed. “Hm?” God, he was so cute. Wait, what did he say? Oh, those puffy little lips of his. Something about her living room? Oh, those dark irises between those slightly narrowed eyelids. That hair flowing so beautifully into a little ponytail, black and shiny like oil against his scalp. That warm, flawless complexion. Oh…
Ángel stared at her absent-minded smile, unsure if he was being purposefully ignored or not. “I asked if you live here all year long?”
“... Oh, sorry,” Linda finally said after another few seconds of silence. “Got a bit lost in thought. Yes. I live here. All year long. Yes.”
“Alone?”
Linda sighed, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. “Yeah… Haven’t really had much of a chance to find that special someone yet. But I’m used to it at this point.”
So she was single… Single and likely frustrated. A beauty like her definitely had some lucky bastard out there waiting to be hers, but Ángel couldn’t help but imagine himself being the one to erase that sullen look of loneliness on her face. Perhaps it wasn’t too unreasonable to think that he would get that opportunity. That is, if she was desperate enough to be okay with a girly boy like him.
Catching his mind slipping again, Ángel took a big gulp of tea that scorched his throat and chest, and in doing so burned away his sudden tingles. What was he thinking? His top priority was getting the hell out of this snow-buried wasteland, not to fall in love with some oddball living alone in the woods.
“You drive out here by car?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation in the right direction.
“Yeah. What, you didn’t think I used a tractor or something, did you?” Linda smiled once again, taking a sip of tea as she waited for a playful answer to her playful question.
Ángel cleared his throat. “No, I was just wondering if you could… you know, give me a ride back home? When it suits you, of course…”
“Oh…” Well, that much was expected, to be fair. It stung a little bit that he would ask her that so soon, but of course he would want to return home. Why would a young boy like him want to stay out here, with some random old lady whose excitement was surely twisting her demeanor into something awkward and erratic? Then again, whether he wanted to or not was irrelevant in this case. “Well, you see, we might have a bit of a problem when it comes to that…”
“What?”
Without a word, the blonde made her way to the front door where the kitchen and living room met. She cast a glance through the round little window in the door, confirming from the view of snow upon snow that going out would be pretty much impossible. But hey, why not give Ángel a proper demonstration of just how bad it was?
She pushed down the door handle and tried pulling the door open, only to find that it was frozen in place. With an annoyed grumble, she proceeded to shove the sole of her foot against the wall and made a new attempt, this time with considerably more force. With that the door cracked open, almost sending Linda tumbling onto her back, but she managed to stabilize herself at the last second.
With the door wide open and the northern winds blowing straight into her home, she turned to Ángel. “Well, as you can see, we’re probably not going anywhere anytime soon.”
Ángel felt his heart drop. He had already gotten a good look outside from the bedroom window, but seeing it from this angle was different. Just outside the door was a good four feet wall of snow that would have required days to shovel through all the way to the garage. And even then, a car couldn’t possibly get through the rest of it all the way to a sufficiently plowed road.
“Hope you don’t have anyone waiting for you,” Linda said and swung the door shut. “Do you live with anyone? Parents? A girlfriend?” [/I]Finally[/I] she got the chance to ask him! And in a way that wasn’t forced or creepy as well!
“Thankfully I don’t…”
Linda’s face lit up, and had Ángel been looking straight at her he would no doubt have noticed. “Do you work?” she continued. “Or go to school?”
“Yeah, that’s gonna be a problem,” Ángel mumbled, scratching his chin. “I’m a college freshman.”
“Well, I’ll be damned…”
“Hold on, where’s my phone?” said Ángel and began twisting around in his seat, searching for it in the kitchen and living room. “I didn’t drop it, right?”
“Next to the fridge,” Linda said, pointing towards where it laid on the kitchen counter. “But it’s dead. Dunno if the cold broke it or if it's out of battery, but I don’t have an Android charger lying around.”
Ángel let out a little mutter. “What about you? You must have a phone, right?”
“Well, yeah… But I, uh… I’m not getting any reception right now. P-probably because of all the snow! I mean, the reception out here is always bad. Barely even one bar. But now it’s at zero. Constantly.” Oh my God, Linda, just shut up already!
“Oh, that’s just great…” Ángel said, his soft facial features turning into a childish pout.
“I do actually have a snowmobile in my garage that we could use. But it would take days to shovel our way there.”
“You have a snowmobile? What for?”
Linda smiled with excitement. “Come with me and I’ll show you.”
Curious, Ángel followed her back to the corridor from whence he came into the living room, specifically to the door on the left of the room he had slept in. Linda opened it and held it open for him, and what he stepped into was something quite different from the rest of the building. On the opposite side of the room was another door, leading to the little clearing outside. To his left was a long, metallic worktop, a sink integrated into it, and the wall above it adorned with an ominous set of knives and cleavers.
There was yet another door to the right, one made of steel, and just as Ángel was about to start pondering over where it led, Linda walked up to it and opened it with a click. The air in the room instantly seemed to lower a few degrees, but this time not from the post-blizzard winds that had blown in through the front entrance moments ago. Only when his host flicked a switch that lit up the interior beyond the door did Ángel understand. It was a huge, walk-in freezer, filled with various animal limbs, cuts of meat, and whole, small game, all of which hung from large hooks.
“This right here,” said Linda and tapped one of the racks that the pieces hung from, eliciting a metallic rattle. “This is the fruit of my labor. I keep filling up the damn freezer quicker than I can use the meat.”
Ángel remained outside the freezer, the cold air reminding him of his near-death experience, but was instilled with awe nonetheless. “You hunted these?”
“Sure did, hun. All those antlers hanging on my walls? My trophies, every single one.”
“Wow…”
“Well, don’t get too impressed now,” Linda said, almost with a hint of sorrow in her voice. “Because truth be told, it’s the only thing I’m good for.”
Ángel was immediately taken aback from hearing those words come out of Linda’s mouth. From the moment they met she had seemed full of nothing but joy, and this was a surprising shift in her tone. Perhaps it was silly to think that she didn’t have her own problems and worries, but her radiating beauty made it hard to view her like that. Nevertheless, sorrow was not something that suited her.
“That’s not true,” Ángel said. “You saved my life and instantly made me feel welcome in your home. That has to count for something. Such kindness is rare these days.” To his own great surprise his words came out without any hesitation, in a moment of disregard for the more odd qualities of the huntress’ behavior. He had seized the perfect opportunity to ease the last bit of lingering tension between them, and it’s not like he was lying to her. Furthermore, seeing Linda’s rosy cheeks blush an even deeper color as a smile spread across her face in response was enough to make it worth it. Even though Ángel wasn’t prepared for what happened next...
“Oh, aren’t you just the cutest little thing!” Linda exclaimed, lunging at the small boy with her arms stretched out. Once again, she shamelessly pressed his face against her bosom in a tight hug, albeit this time with a turtleneck sweater in the way.
The only parts of Ángel that weren’t enveloped from the neck up were the very top of his head and his ponytail sticking out past Linda’s breasts. Whether he was receiving some sort of reward or a genuine expression of happiness was unclear, but the details hardly mattered. Linda was happy, and so was he. And her hugs were something to truly cherish, seeing as they let him sniff as much of her sweet aroma as he wanted to.
But after a good ten seconds had passed and Linda showed no signs of letting go, Ángel spoke up. “So… about that snowmobile…” he mumbled, his voice reverberating within the soft, female flesh that surrounded him. As much as he enjoyed the hug, he had to show restraint. He couldn’t have Linda suspect him of having lecherous thoughts, and that his sweet talk was all for the sake of sating his male instincts.
“Oh, right!” Linda said, letting the boy go. She had pushed her luck on that one, that was for damn sure. “So anyway… Sometimes during winter I’ll go out hunting with the snowmobile. Don’t always wanna just wander out in the deep snow, you know.”
“Yeah.”
Linda closed the freezer. She eyed Ángel for but a moment, but it was enough for her to notice how he had backed up against the door to the hallway as if preparing to flee the sudden chill in the room. That’s when she had an idea.
“Well, this room is where I bring my haul,” she went on. A shameful wave of heat hit her cheeks as she walked up to the door leading outside. She hoped — prayed — that it would not be frozen in place like her front door. And with a decisive pull of the handle, her prayer was answered. There was a hint of resistance, but the door opened wide without too much effort, and though the wall of snow outside wasn’t nearly as big as the one in the front of the house, the wind blew in even harsher on this side. Perfect. “Through this door, specifically. Then I bring it to that table and butcher it. And I’ll admit, this entire room is a bit over the top, but I figured I might as well be as effective as possible if I’m gonna live out here.”
Ángel nodded frantically, assaulted by freezing winds that Linda seemed unfazed by. “Yeah, yeah, that’s… cool.” He wasn’t sure why the door needed to be open for Linda to visualize things, but perhaps that was to be expected from a woman who was absent-minded enough to almost suffocate him with her chest.
“Aw, it’s really not all that,” Linda said, inspecting Ángel’s mannerisms. Not only was he shivering by now, but he had wrapped his little arms around his chest as well. Did he not dare ask Linda to close the door? How adorable. But enough was enough, and finally she closed it, the temperature in the room already near-freezing. “Speaking of cool… Do you need to heat up a bit?”
“Yeah, it got a bit cold in here… Maybe I should take a nap or something.”
A devious smile spread across Linda’s face. “I’ve got something better in mind…”
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Dousing himself in a lukewarm stream of groundwater pumped from beneath the isolated cabin, Ángel couldn’t even begin to shake his many worries. His wrecked car, his absence from college, not knowing how long he would be stuck in the middle of the woods… Worst of all was the possibility of his family attempting to reach him now that he had no way of contacting anyone in the civilized world. The last thing he needed was for them to worry about his well-being more than he did.
Like Linda had suggested, perhaps spending some time in a sauna was exactly what he needed, both physically and mentally. But while a sauna was pretty much to be expected in a lodge like this, the bathroom connected to it looked quite out of place. All the other rooms were fancy, but still rustic and old-fashioned. What surrounded Ángel where he stood and showered, on the other hand, was pure luxury. The tiled walls were a warm beige that stood out against the crude, dark wood of the sauna door, as did the sink and shower lined with gold, the intricate array of spotlights in the ceiling, and the goddamn jacuzzi in one of the corners. It didn’t exactly make him feel at home, seeing as he was a boy of humble origins, but it did ease the anxiety of being trapped in a cabin out in the middle of nowhere.
Ángel turned off the shower and tied his loosened hair back into a ponytail to keep it from sticking to his face. He grabbed his towel, his lithe, bronze body gleaming with moisture, then pitter-pattered to the sauna, eager to expose himself to the type of heat he was made for. Linda had taken the time to prepare everything beforehand, so the moment he opened the wooden door, a hot mist immediately washed over him. He didn’t hesitate for a second to enter, already smiling from ear to ear as his wet skin tingled all over.
Filling his lungs with a deep breath of warm air as soon as the door had closed, he went on to cover the lower bench with his towel and sat down. What he noticed immediately was that while it was hot, it wasn’t crazy hot. That little shock that often came with a sudden, drastic change in temperature never hit him, and rather than feeling as though he would only be able to handle it for so long, it almost felt like a temperature fit for a nap. Perhaps Linda had kept it lower for his sake, what with him being a frail little thing who had just narrowly escaped death. And Ángel would not have it any other way.
Resting his arms on the upper bench, he threw his head back and closed his eyes, imagining that the moist air sticking to his skin radiated off a beach along the Pacific Ocean. He could almost smell the salty sea water and feel the scorching grains of sand under his feet, but in reality there was nothing more than the scent of burning wood and the feeling of warm ceramic tiles. Cozy in its own right, but no beach.
A bittersweet feeling washed over him. Some part of him had longed for a chance to escape the harsh climate he had chosen to live in, and to some extent the sauna provided just that, albeit temporarily. But it also served as a sample of what he was missing out on; what his distant family in South America was enjoying every day. Perhaps they sometimes wished for colder days, but surely their situation must have been preferable?
The line between reverie and dream blurred as the minutes passed, but Ángel’s bliss was cut short by a sudden knock on the door. He bolted up in alarm, sweat running along the curves of his feminine shape, and his eyelids forced wide open. Though his brain had barely even registered the significance of the sound he just heard, the sliver of light being cast into the dim sauna from the door had him acting quickly. Grabbing each end of the towel he was sitting on, he folded it together over his lap, covering up his slim thighs and tiny manhood between them.
The sauna was soon filled with the bright light from the bathroom, but with a silhouette appearing in the center of the doorframe. A silhouette of a woman… A woman of impressive height, and a wide chest and hips…
Ángel gulped as his eyes were treated to a sight equally as breathtaking as it was distressing. With a much too small towel holding them up, the same heavy tits that had devoured his head twice were close to spilling out in full view. And on the other end of the towel were a pair of hips and buttocks so wide that the tight fabric seemed about to slip up to rest on top of them, and thus reveal a part of this woman’s body that had damn near become something sacred in Ángel’s mind. A wet sheen covered her skin, suggesting that she, just like Ángel, had taken a shower before entering. He must have been too busy daydreaming to hear it.
“Enjoying yourself?” Linda asked, smiling wide.
Ángel redirected his eyes to hers. “W-why are you here?!” The childish panic was evident in his shrill voice, like something you would hear from a locker room full of girls who had been walked in on while undressing. All that was missing was an exaggerated “eek!”
Linda stepped into the sauna and closed the door behind her. “I figured you’d like some company? What are you getting so flustered over?”
“W-we can’t!” Ángel stammered.
“Why not?”
Her carefree bewilderment was baffling. “Because… you’re a woman! And I’m a… man!”
Not quite, cutie, Linda thought. And that’s why you’re perfect. “Why would that matter, silly? It’s tradition for men and women to use the sauna together as a way to show comfort with each other.”
“But… I’m not comfortable with it!” Ángel said, squirming in his seat.
“Well, then it’s high time we fix that!” Linda replied without hesitation, sitting her giant, towel-covered ass on the wooden seating a mere foot away from Ángel. To display the comfort she wished to impose on him, she casually draped her arms over the upper bench, her left one directly behind Ángel’s head. As much as she would have liked to have him rest against it, he seemed to actively avoid her, awkwardly leaning away with the back of his head turned to her. Such a timid little thing…
A deafening silence crept in, and while Linda suspected Ángel to find it insufferable, she certainly enjoyed it. She traced his backside with her eyes, from his slender shoulders and neck, above which his black ponytail hung heavy with water, to his narrow waist and hips. What he clearly didn’t realize was that the towel he had folded over himself offered little cover to his backside, allowing Linda the perfect view from her angle. Biting her lip, she stared at the cleft at the top of his brown little bubble butt, tempted to lean over to get a top view of his cheeks. She wasn’t foolish enough to actually attempt that… But just barely.
Linda let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. “See, this isn’t so bad, right? Just a woman and a… man relaxing next to one another… All their worries left at the door, and the whole world reduced to nothing more than a tiny little space of warmth and peace…”
At long last, Ángel slowly turned to face Linda, though his fluster had only dissipated ever so slightly. In contrast, the expression on her face did not betray even a bit of embarrassment. Strange as it might have been, it was also somehow admirable. There was a world of difference in how Ángel carried himself compared to her, and he’d be lucky to ever achieve such a level of confidence. Perhaps Linda had intended her company to help him in that regard. After all, if Ángel could tolerate sitting beside such a goddess of a woman, whose voluptuous curves were covered only by a towel, there was no doubt that he would emerge from the sauna a stronger person. But he couldn’t just sit there in silence. Linda had left the ball in his hand.
He cleared his throat. “... I feel like I should apologize to you.”
Linda raised one of her thick eyebrows at him. “Why is that?”
“Because…” Ángel began, pausing to figure out the best possible phrasing. “I feel like I haven’t shown enough gratitude. You saved my life and have been so kind to me, and I’ve just been worrying about how to get back home as soon as possible.”
“Oh, honey. Of course you’re worried. Anyone would be in your situation. I’m just happy to have some company. Besides, you’ve already thanked and complimented me more than enough.”
“... Maybe. But that’s not much compared to what you did for me.”
Tears began to form in Linda’s eyes. “Angel… You don’t owe me anything. I promise.”
Ángel looked down at the tiled floor. “Even if you say so, I feel like I do. I don’t know what it is… When I look at you, or hear you speak, something compels me to feel that way. Like I’m being hypnotized by your voice… And your beauty.” It was almost with melancholy that Ángel sighed and slumped down in his seat. At this point he felt almost as delirious from the hot sauna and the sudden company of a half-naked Linda as he did from hypothermia. Another reverie came to him. In it, Ángel kneeled before a giant, blonde woman dressed in heavenly garbs of pure white, the sun piercing the clouds above to light up her and only her. She reached down, cradling him and bringing him to her chest, where she held him tight as she blessed his lips with a tender kiss. It all felt so real… But only in his mind would something like that ever happen.
Suddenly his own words came back to him, ringing in his ears like an alarm that made his blissful thoughts fade. He jerked his head up to see the sauna walls around him, and his breath was caught in his throat. Had he really just said all that without realizing? That might as well have been a confession of love. Could the comfort that Linda was talking about really have set in so quickly? Or had she mind-controlled him?
“I… I’m sorry,” Ángel mumbled. “I might have said a bit more than—”
“Oh, my…” Linda said, interrupting Ángel and breaking her sudden silence. “You know, a cute boy like you can’t just spring all that on a woman like me and expect her to be able to control herself. Look what you’ve done to me…”
Before Ángel even dared to throw as much as a glance at her, there was something in the way Linda spoke that ignited something in him. Not only due to her sultry voice, but also the fact that her words implied something that he wouldn’t have expected in a million years. She must have been teasing him, just like she had with those smothering hugs…
… Right?
Slowly, he turned to his right to see what she was talking about… And that’s when his eyes went wide. As much as he was in denial over the possibility of a curvy, blonde babe like her ever taking an interest in a girly boy like him, the look on her face proved that she was no doubt horny out of her mind. She stared at him, her eyes half-lidded and the normal rosy red of her cheeks having spread to the rest of her face. Moreover, one could clearly see the increased rate at which her chest heaved with each breath, to the point where her sweaty tits looked about to burst out of the towel rather than just spill out.
What Ángel’s confession had done to her went far beyond that, however… As made clear by the massive tent Linda was pitching between her legs, stretching the towel even more than her upper body did. Ángel’s jaw dropped, as what could only have been a thick cock throbbed against the veil, its bulge quickly growing bigger and bigger, and traveling further down the towel...
“Surprised?” Linda asked with a smirk, still casually resting her arms on the upper sauna bench.
‘Surprised’ was an understatement. Ángel was practically entranced by what he was seeing, and the part of him that wanted confirmation that it was indeed a cock growing in front of him didn’t have to wait any longer. A fat, pink cockhead emerged between Linda’s thighs from underneath the edge of the towel, pressing against it as if wanting to rip it to pieces in a fit of rage. And that is almost what happened. It rose like a mast as it grew even fatter and harder, pushing the towel out of its way and causing the fabric to bunch up by Linda’s pelvis. Before long it was pointing straight up, swaying around in a circular motion with each throb.
There must have been some reasonable explanation for the unfamiliar emotions Ángel went through at that moment. The dizzying heat in the sauna; the spirits of the northern forests possessing him; some drug that had been slipped into his tea earlier; the seemingly pheromone-laden scent of Linda’s sweat...
Or perhaps a mouth-watering cock is exactly what had been missing in his life all along…
“I suppose there is something you could do for me,” Linda purred, running a teasing finger across the slit of her cock.
Ángel could feel his every muscle growing limp until he slumped over once more, this time towards Linda. He braced his hands against her thigh, his quivering arms barely holding him up, and his face inches from the throbbing erection below. This strange lust had him taking heavy breaths through both his mouth and nose, allowing him a hint of cock-musk that lingered despite Linda being fresh out of the shower.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head, landing his lips on the precum-soaked glans with a kiss. Getting down on his elbows against Linda’s thigh, he grabbed her cock with his small hands and received an immediate response in the form of a twitch that sent shudders through his entire body. In that position there was nothing left to do than to start sucking, so that’s what he did, his mouth opening to let the sticky fluid oozing from Linda’s tip reach his awaiting taste buds.
Linda bit her lower lip as she stared at Ángel in astonishment. “Mm, that’s it, Angel. That’s a good boy. Shower my cock in your gratitude…” She mustered all of her self-control as she spoke, and yet her voice was close to breaking. Was this really happening? It was obvious from the get-go that Ángel was a pliable boy with effeminate tendencies and a desperation for affection, but to think he would jump on the opportunity to suck her cock… It was as if he had been waiting for it.
The words of encouragement were like gasoline to the fire that was Ángel’s excitement. He locked his lips around her tip with as much suction as he could muster, then slid downward to initiate a full on blowjob on her glans. This was not something that had been part of his fantasies about Linda, or anyone else for that matter. But with his head bobbing up and down as he slurped away, he immediately began considering his actions in full, unlike during his awkward confession moments ago. There were no alarms this time. Regardless of what genitalia Linda possessed, Ángel had graciously been given an opportunity to make his fantasy a reality, while at the same time giving his thanks in a way that Linda appreciated. Sucking this fat, juicy cock would please his Goddess, so suck it he would.
A groggy grin spread across Linda’s face. She felt almost drunk with pleasure by the wet squeezing of Ángel’s mouth around her cock, and was treated with a view that could serve as masturbation material for the rest of her life by memory alone. Her towel constricted her big tits just enough to let her see in detail how Ángel was worshiping her with all his being, his eyes closed in his deep focus. How the head of her cock was like a huge piece of pink candy encased by a pair of dark, feminine lips, slathering her with so much saliva that it poured down her white shaft and onto Ángel’s hands; how those hands, though tiny and motionless, gripped her cock as if he was afraid to lose it.
Linda jumped in her seat from the sudden sensation of having her urethra stabbed by Ángel’s tongue. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “B-be careful… Angel…” Her voice started trailing off as Ángel calmed down his sudden attack, though probably of his own accord rather than by Linda’s request. Gently, yet vigorously, he began rubbing his tongue up and down against her cock-slit, as if eager to lap up every last bit of precum that poured from it. Linda gritted her teeth and squeezed her buttocks together as she experienced the strange feeling for the first time. With his every soft, wet motion against her tip, an electric-like spark spread through the very core of her shaft and dwindled down into a dull ache in her pelvic region.
Despite holding Linda’s cock in what was an iron grip to Ángel, the throbbing that resulted from his licking was powerful enough to pry his hands open to accommodate for it. The constant flow of precum against his tongue had his mouth pooling in it, to such an extent that he had to focus on swallowing as much as he did on sucking. He was ill-equipped for his task. Everything about him was too small to handle what Linda was packing, and he had absolutely zero experience when it came to sex of any form. But none of that worried him at the moment. If anything, he was glad to accept the challenge. Besides, it’s not like pleasing a goddess was ever going to be easy.
There was almost audible panic in Linda’s choppy, irregular moans. The tender tip of her cock was quickly growing sore from having Ángel’s tongue grind into it, and it made each spark more and more powerful. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, particularly around her nethers and in her legs; a sign that her aching cock wasn’t far from getting its release. Was she seriously about to cum already? Surely she had more stamina than this? Perhaps the orgasm around the corner was induced more by sheer lust than by physical stimulus. She certainly couldn’t imagine a hotter scenario than getting a blowjob by a boy as perfect as Ángel in her own sauna. Either way, she had to do something.
“Stop!” she said, perhaps a bit too bluntly.
Ángel’s lips let go of her cock, and he turned to her in surprise. “W-what? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Angel…” Catching her breath, Linda smiled at the cute, clueless expression on his face. She thought the effect his blowjob had on her was obvious, seeing as how she could feel her own face burning up in a deep blush, and how her entire body was pouring with sweat. “In fact, you’re doing great. A little too great, even. Is this really your first time doing this?”
“Yes…” Ángel mumbled with a little smirk, his eyes shying away.
Linda cupped his chin and turned his attention back to her. “Then I think we oughta make it special… How about you get down on your knees instead? That way we’ll both have a nice view.”
“O-okay!” said Ángel, his eyes lit up.
“Good boy. Better put your towel on the floor to get nice and comfy.”
Ángel only now realized that his lower body was still covered. “Yeah… I guess.” He would do as she said, there was no question about it. But the thought of unveiling his little cock, even in its current erect state, was almost embarrassing enough to make him question his worship.
“Go on then, hun,” Linda said, urging him on with a light slap on his ass. “How about you show me the goods as well?”
Ángel gulped. “A-anything for you…” She wanted to see his butt… Well, of course she did when she had that monster of a cock. It was only natural that she wouldn’t settle with just a mouth. The tiny bit of masculinity Ángel possessed should have made him more embarrassed about that than showing his dick, no matter how small it was. But even though he wasn’t particularly happy about his body shape, there was no denying that his ass was a pretty thing. It was only proportionate in size to his narrow hips, but pouted out in the shape of two perfectly round bubbles that could easily fill a groping pair of hands. Moreover, his ass might actually see some action in Linda’s company, unlike his penis. And God, the thought of being taken by her from behind was unbelievably hot.
Rising from his seat, Ángel held the towel tightly around his waist. He went to stand in front of Linda, who still casually rested against the upper bench as if awaiting a show to be put on by a servant. Grinning, she raised an eyebrow at him. Ángel needed no further cue. Swallowing his pride, he let go of the towel, letting it slide down his thin legs and onto the floor.
Linda licked her thick lips at the reveal. “Oh yeah, Angel…” she purred. “Now that’s what I call a body.” He was truly a work of art. Lithe and frail but with the hint of soft curves that kept his body from merely looking flat. That fact that his skin was pristine was obvious even without him being naked, but seeing his nipples stand out against his tan hue all dark and puffy had Linda’s mouth watering. And then there was that adorable dick of his. It was like a clit compared to her own cock, and she wasn’t even that hung compared to other women like her. Even if Ángel’s “manhood” was ultimately of little use to Linda, its size made her even more eager to turn him into her cockslut.
“You like it…?” Ángel said, his shoulders raised and his hands fidgeting with each other.
“I love it. But you haven’t shown me your best part.”
Ángel smiled and promptly turned around. He put his ass on full display, even arching his lower back slightly to emphasize it. The embarrassment burned inside him, but at the same time he felt more confident in his body than ever. Linda’s reaction certainly helped in that regard. Ángel could hear her lecherous murmurs of approval, befit for a woman of her age ogling a young boy like him. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had taken the opportunity to check him out when she had heated up his body in the shower as well. Perhaps she had been awaiting the chance to fuck him since the very start.
Linda gave her throbbing cock a few strokes. “Mm, I could cum just from looking at you…” she said. “But that would be a waste, don’t you think? Come finish what you started and I’ll give you a little treat…” With Ángel looking at her over his shoulder, she hooked her thumb under the top of her towel right between her breasts and gently tugged on it, just enough to temporarily expose her tits slightly more. She could feel Ángel’s stare on her cleavage, then on her cock immediately after as he realized what he had to do. In preparation, she slid her ass forward and leaned back at an incline against the top bench, putting her cock closer to the edge of the seating while she comfortably awaited a pair of lips around them.
Trembling with excitement, Ángel picked up his towel and folded it neatly before placing it on the floor between Linda’s feet. He kneeled on top of it, saying nothing as he stared expectantly at her. Her cock stood straight up in front of his eyes, and from this angle he got his first view of her thick balls that rested between her thighs. Inside those things awaited his treat…
“Do I have your attention, hun?” Linda said, and Ángel looked up at her immediately. “Good. Now I believe I promised you a nice view…”
What immediately took place before Ángel’s eyes was a thing of wonder. Linda spread the two ends of her towel apart, baring her naked body in all its glory. With his mouth hanging agape, Ángel watched as her giant tits dropped out of the tight embrace of the towel, a soft jiggle to them before they came to a still. Anything he had imagined about them paled in comparison to the real thing. They were nothing short of perfect; full and heavy, with almost sausage-thick nipples and bumpy areolas of a deep pink against her otherwise creamy skin tone. There was some sag to them, but only because it was inevitable with their size; they would have looked unnatural without it.
Linda squeezed them together with her palms, distorting their shape. “Do you like ‘em?”
“They’re… beautiful…” Ángel said. But there was more to them than just appearance. While the moisture of sweat clung to their surface, that did not explain the little droplets oozing from her nipples to form little streams. “Is that… milk?”
Linda giggled. “Sure is. Been like this since puberty. Make me cum and you can have as much as you like…”
Ángel felt lightheaded. His treat was breast milk? Linda’s divine cum would have been sufficient many times over, but he was getting even more. Was he even worthy?
Well, that was hardly worth dwelling over. Entering a trance of determination, Ángel leaned forward without saying a word, his palms sliding along Linda’s inner thighs. He put his chin against her balls and aligned her cock with his face, his view of the pleased expression on her face almost blocked out by the girth. He kissed it lovingly. It was a kiss filled with his appreciation for everything that had brought him to this point. Then his tongue joined in, licking the shaft as he raised his head to bring his lips to the tip.
Linda didn’t need to offer any guidance, to her delight and expectation. Eye contact between the two was established immediately as Ángel opened his mouth to bring her cock inside it. Several inches sunk into it on his first descent down her length; more than just her cockhead, like earlier. As he came back up, his lips were already vacuum-sealed around her shaft, squeezing it tight. She gasped as her cock throbbed with pleasure, and she could feel a wad of precum coursing through it and pouring into Ángel’s mouth.
Rhythmically moving his head up and down, the wet noises of his sloppy blowjob echoed in Ángel’s head. He sucked with as much power as he could, his cheeks caved in by large dimples. Seeing Linda staring down at him filled him with unimaginable happiness. While his lips remained extended around her thick shaft, he could feel them trying to pull back into a smile, much like the one on Linda’s face. She looked pleased with Ángel’s effort, and that in turn pleased him. The shining aura of divinity remained around her, accentuated by her wild, blonde hair that glistened in the dim sauna light, but there was a sort of motherly kindness to her smile, even though it was quite obviously fueled by pleasure and desire. Her face looked almost on fire in a deep blush, and low, rumbling moans poured out with each heavy breath she took.
“Mm, Angel,” Linda said with a sigh. “You’re such a good boy…” She crossed her arms under her tits, lifting them up slightly to give Ángel an even better view.
Ángel immediately grew even thirstier from the display. Minutes ago, the perfect sight would have been identical but with a wet pussy in front of him instead. Now that image was erased from his memory. And strangely enough, it made perfect sense. In his mind, Ángel’s relation to Linda was always meant to be one of worship. He knew that he wasn’t man enough to do anything other than submit to the tall, sexy blonde, and what better way to be brought to submission than by a massive cock? Attached to anyone else it would have meant nothing to him, but attached to her it was the sexiest, most powerful thing in the universe. He could only imagine what would happen to his brain if he were to sit on it…
Linda’s smile faded from a sudden, unexpected increase in stimuli. Her mouth gaped open as she watched and felt Ángel’s hands — that had merely been holding on to her inner thighs until this point — slide even further up. Tingles spread into her thick legs as he reached her groin area and began rubbing it up and down, his head still moving back and forth as he sucked her off, and his eyes burning with passion as they alternatingly drank in Linda’s tits and eyes.
“Oh, dear God…” Linda mumbled under her breath. She flexed her thighs out of sheer reflex as Ángel’s hands rubbed against them with more and more force, and her arms pressed harder against her chest, increasing the flow of milk slightly. Her cock throbbed within Ángel’s mouth to the point where she could feel his lips tighten around it each time, as if it was being pumped by all this pleasure that stirred within her lower body. “Angel, how do you… Oh, f—” She bit down on her lip to stop any potential obscenity from exiting her mouth. Rarely did she desire to swear, but that was definitely being affected by Ángel’s blowjob.
Seeing Linda getting more and more flustered was skyrocketing Ángel’s confidence in his task. Her whole body squirmed, and Ángel could feel the powerful muscles in her thighs spasming in response to his massage. It almost seemed like the pleasure was agonizing to her, but he didn’t let up in the slightest. His lips remained a tight ring around her cock, milking her of precum with each back and forth movement of his head, and his tongue slithered tirelessly from side to side. Truth be told, he wasn’t even sure if he was doing things optimally. He was just touching and sucking Linda off the way he wanted to, but so far she seemed to be enjoying it.
Linda could virtually feel her entire body melting, her head slumped over against the wooden seating behind it. She grabbed a fistful of tits in each hand and began to knead them as she moaned and whimpered, completely dropping her calm, seductive demeanor as she realized what a lucky woman she was. How did Ángel know so well what to do? Sure, he could use a bit of experience for a slightly less awkward, more controlled mouth technique, but other than that, he was golden. Both his tongue and his lips were in constant motion, applying as much soft, wet pressure that they could. On top of that he was adding more sensations besides just sucking. Such enthusiasm was arguably the most important aspect. Someone who truly wants to suck dick is always going to be far ahead of someone who simply does their best out of obligation.
One of Ángel’s hands let go of her thigh, but before Linda had the chance to question it, that hand had found a new purpose. Linda’s body stiffened as if electrified as her balls were squeezed in a grip that bordered on being painful, but the only significant sensation that came with it was a softly aching pleasure. With drool leaking from her open mouth, she looked down at Ángel; something he almost seemed to have been waiting for. The moment their eyes met, he stopped in his tracks, his lips remaining at what had thus far been their furthest point. Then they went further.
Linda could see him straining himself to slowly push forward, tearing up as more of her white cock disappeared past his bronze lips. His flesh seemed to hug her even tighter the deeper she got, and soon enough the tip of her cock hit a stop. She couldn’t believe it. That was the back of his throat! On his very first blowjob he had filled up his entire mouth, taking over half of her cock. Needless to say, her every expectation had been blown out of the water at this point.
“F-fuck yes, Angel!” she moaned, her voice husky and slurred. “Suck that fat cock, you little slut!”
Hearing such words from Linda made Ángel horny beyond de***********ion. It made her seem even more powerful as she looked down on him from above, his lips still stretched out as far as they could reach around her cock, his body convulsing with each gag, and his pathetic little manhood twitching. He would have liked to see her reaction from taking her cock even deeper, but there was no way that was happening now. He was just too tight. Besides, his mouth and jaw muscles were getting sore and would probably remain sore for some time, and he didn’t want to give his throat that treatment as well.
He pulled back, but not as much as he had before, then once again entered a state of worship, letting Linda’s cock continuously impale his mouth as he pistoned his head. Her glans kissed the back of his throat over and over, and to Ángel’s surprise there was actually pleasure in it for him as well. There was a sort of tingling feeling every time the soft flesh in the back of his mouth closed around the tip of Linda’s girth, and though he couldn’t keep himself from gagging, it also had him letting out whimpery, guttural moans of pure submission.
Linda bit her lip. “Oh, fuck…” It was all too much. Her cock ached and pulsated, but she managed to stifle the orgasm that was approaching by clenching every muscle in her body, including those in control of her hands; though that brought along the beginning of the end for her. She groaned like an animal as her fingers sunk deep into her breasts, their blubbery flesh spilling out between them. Her thumbs and index fingers squeezed like vises against her thick areolas, and thus came the first release.
Shocked to the point of almost seizing his movement, Ángel watched with wonder as the drippage of milk from Linda’s huge nipples turned into sprays instead. Several thin lines of the white liquid erupted, mixing with sweat where it hit her lower body. Some stray drops even reached Ángel, cooling his hot skin in a way that cranked up his thirst to a new level. There was just so much milk spurting out, and he was so close to being able to taste it! But before that, he was being treated to what was most likely going to be an absolute flood of cum. He wanted it all… and he wanted it right now.
“I can’t… hold on much longer…” Linda moaned. She brought her nipples together with her hands and pointed them straight at Ángel, raining milk all over his dark hair and skin. He squinted at her to shield his eyes, but to her delight, he did not flinch. Rather, he started moving even faster. The orgasm that Linda had barely held back moments earlier was building up again, as her cock almost seemed to melt from the wet, sloshing sensation of Ángel’s rapidly moving lips and tongue. Along with his squeezing hand around her heavy balls, the point of no return finally hit Linda. She took as deep a breath as she could, entranced by the beautiful view and the surges of pleasure channeling into the part of her that Ángel was gleefully sucking, his narrowed eyes screaming please give me your hot cum. And so, letting out the air in her lungs with a deep sigh, Linda granted that wish.
Though still under a rain of milk, Ángel’s eyes shot open as every bit of empty space in his mouth was filled to the brim with a blast of cum. He didn’t know whether Linda expected him to drink it all, but he nevertheless withdrew out of sheer surprise, almost getting stuck around the now violently inflating cock. His lips detached with a pop, just in time for him to receive another cum-rope that shot up his nostrils and into his open mouth. With both hands working Linda’s shaft, he held out his tongue to allow the semen as much access to his mouth as possible, as well as the showering of titty-milk that came from above. There was so much of it all. Ángel’s smile was quickly shrouded by the sticky goo that hit him, forming a row of white lines from his chin to the top of his head, with milk filling in whatever gaps remained. Perhaps this truly was heaven after all. It certainly felt like it. Tasted like it. Smelled like it.
After another deep breath, Linda bellowed with pleasure, her entire body burning up as she kept orgasming. “Oh my fucking God…” she moaned, drool pouring out of the corners of her mouth. “I can’t stop cumming! I’m gonna cover you in cum, Angel!” His nimble little fingers were rubbing her throbbing cock in just the right way to extract everything her balls had to offer. Even now, mad with lust, Linda did not let Ángel’s effort go unappreciated. He was practically disappearing before her eyes, a thick layer of cum and milk covering almost every inch of his face, but it did not seem to bother him in the slightest. And Linda made sure to take advantage of that. She clenched her pelvic muscles to really force the it all out, and much like Ángel jerked her off, she used her hands in every conceivable way to pump breast milk; squeezing her udders flat against each other, squeezing them flat against her chest, pulling them into oval shapes with a tight grip around her nipples.
After what felt like minutes, Ángel felt Linda’s orgasm subsiding, both in his still-jerking hands and by the weakening output of cum against his face. He caught the last bit on his tongue, adding to the pool that was already overflowing his mouth and dribbling down his chin. By then he could really feel the weight of the hot, sticky mess clinging to his face and hair. It seemed almost inhuman; something he would never have believed had he not been showered in it.
Linda sat limp and dizzy on the sauna bench, as if regaining her consciousness. “Good God… I’ve never had an orgasm like that… I was worried I was gonna drown you.” Her tired eyes stared at Ángel, whose whitened appearance was shocking even to her. She had ejaculated harder than ever, but her output of milk was even more impressive. And she still had some left. Thus, she lifted up her heavy breasts in her palms. “Here, Angel. Come get your reward…”
Ángel nearly lost his breath, as if he hadn’t been staring at those things for the last twenty minutes or so, and as if he hadn’t already orgasmed. He was on his feet in an instant, then leaned in to close his lips around one of Linda’s fat nipples. A light suction was all it took to coat his tongue in her oily liquid, and the flavor was as heavenly as the rest of her. While her cum was delicious, there was a sort of salty harshness to it that the mellow, sweet taste of milk complemented perfectly. Once again, Ángel couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t worthy.
As if nourishing her child, Linda smiled with pure love as Ángel drank from her breast. Her orgasm had cleared her of the spiral of lust she had entered after laying eyes on the cute boy, and feeding him her milk soothed her mind even beyond that. It was only now that she could clearly reflect on everything that had transpired. Everything after the moment she had revealed her cock to Ángel had been hazy; something that was hard to differentiate from her fantasies. She always had confidence that he would react the way he did, but she was still relieved and thankful for it.
After less than a minute of breastfeeding, however, things took a turn. Linda could see that Ángel began wobbling where he stood, and his head seemed about to slump over. When her nipple suddenly came free from his lips he face-planted between her tits, his forehead crashing against her sternum.
“Whoa, there!” Linda said, holding Ángel by the shoulders. “Are you okay?”
Ángel’s eyes remained closed. “Yeah… Just a little tired…”
“Oh, you poor thing. You’ve been in here for too long. How about you take a refreshing shower to cool off?”
“What about you?”
Linda cupped his cheek, sighing. “I’ll need a few minutes to catch my breath…”
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Once again wearing Linda’s oversized clothing, Ángel sat on the living room sofa, rubbing the soft fabric against his skin. He patiently awaited the sound of the shower to fade, and for Linda to emerge into the living room. He knew that things would be awkward between them, yet he couldn’t wait to see her again. The cabin was warm, cozy and filled with love, but not because of any fireplace or decor. The source was Linda. In fact, the freezing cold outside almost seemed to creep ever closer without her around, like icy fingers reaching through the windows.
Finally, there was silence. Ángel’s heart raced as he peered down the hallway. After a short while the bathroom door opened, and out came Linda, her curves wrapped in a towel once again, and her wild hair tamed and flattened with moisture. Her eyes met Ángel’s, and their blushes and smiles clashed with each other. She came down the corridor and entered the living room, a stack of used clothes under one arm, and the other behind her back as if hiding something.
“Hey,” she said. Despite her warm smile, she couldn’t stop her eyes from shying away, much like Ángel’s had earlier. “Feeling better?”
“Yeah… I feel great.”
“That’s good.” With a sigh, Linda revealed the hand behind her back. In it was her cell phone that she presented to Ángel. “Umm, here…”
Ángel took it in his hand, confused. “I thought you had no reception out here?”
“I’m sorry. I may not have been telling the truth earlier… I do have reception. At least enough for an emergency call.”
“Oh…”
Linda scratched the back of her head. “So, you know… If you wanna get home, you can go ahead.”
Without a word, Ángel eyed Linda as she visibly struggled to keep smiling. So she had planned to keep him around for a while… Had she intended for her sauna visit to turn sexual? Or did she just want some company? Either way, she had deceived Ángel for her own sake… And while the correct response would be at least some level of resentment, he actually felt bad that she had to lie to him just to soothe her loneliness.
“How long did you say it would take to clear a path to the garage?” he asked.
Linda felt the hint of a thrill. “Uh… Maybe five days? Depending on how hard we work, of course.”
“Hmm. You know, I think emergency services have more important things to take care of.”
“You mean…” Linda said, her mouth hanging open.
Ángel smiled and gently tossed the phone to the other end of the couch. “You have enough food for two, right?”
Linda stood silent as a wave of emotions came over her, as well as the physical effects of said emotions. Her throat swelled up, her eyes turned watery, and her breath came out as little gasps. But most importantly, the sheer happiness fueled an ecstatic smile.
She practically fell forward onto her guest, landing her hands on the backrest of the couch and her lips on Ángel’s. Her tongue pierced them without any thought in Linda’s mind of allowing him to slowly ease into a full-on French kiss, and she probed his mouth as voraciously as she had wished for many hours. Ángel was clearly unprepared, but thankfully he kissed her back to the best of his ability.
Though hardly sated, Linda ended the kiss. “Oh, my sweet Angel…” she said, kneeling on the couch around Ángel’s legs and taking him by the hands. “I’ll cook for you every day. I’ll scrub you clean in the shower. I’ll let you drink all the milk you want!”
Ángel gulped down Linda’s saliva and savored the taste just like he had with her cum and milk. “I’d like that. And maybe I could let you… explore more of my body?” He cast a teasing glance towards his nether region, and the implication was clearly not lost on Linda. She chewed her lip, and her nostrils flared out wide with heavy breaths. But she said nothing. Instead, the weight of her upper body came down on Ángel, and the two resumed their kiss. One thing was certain in Ángel’s mind…
Five days with his Goddess would not be nearly enough.