An Almost Normal Life Ch. 01

Fortunately, the film was pretty good, and the closing sequences held his attention despite temptations from elsewhere. From Natasha's little gasps and chuckles, she was still following along too, which wasn't always the case when she started messing around.

Eventually it drew to a close - an action filled set piece ending - and Will craned his neck to look over his shoulder at Nat.

"That one was pretty good."

"Yeah, you're right." She smiled, "I had no idea who the double agent was."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow, "Well, you did seem a bit distracted towards the end there."

Natasha blushed prettily, knowing that she had been busted.

"I can't help that." She mumbled, "If you press your cute butt against me of course I'm going to get hard."

Will grinned and rubbed her thigh affectionately, then sat up. After a moment, Natasha scooted along the sofa before sitting up next to him. Glancing over, her could see the noticeable tent in her pyjama bottoms.

"So, what do you want to do now?" He asked, nudging shoulders with her, "Another film? Or some TV?"

Natasha was quiet for a moment, leaning into him. It was still fairly early, but he had a good idea what she was contemplating.

"I'm pretty tired, you know?" She said at last.

"Early night, then? I'm down for that."

Natasha nodded, but didn't make any move to stand up. Then, she took his hand, and drew in down into her crotch.

Will wasn't sure if he would ever get used to just how big Natasha's cock actually was. Years of jerking off his by all accounts above average dick had given him an intimate feel for it, and yet hers was in another league. Over nine inches, he was sure, and substantially thicker, Natasha's dick felt intimidating in his hand, heavy and warm to the touch.

"Not that tired, then," he said with a smirk. With his left hand he gently pumped up and down her length through the fabric of her bottoms.

"I'm tired and I'm horny," she said quietly, "It's been really busy..."

Natasha's gruelling work schedule had been disrupting their sex life for over a week and, honestly, Will was probably itching for release just as much as she was.

Giving her a firm squeeze, which induced a breathy gasp, Will drew his girlfriend into a long kiss. It was relatively chaste, just the gentle movement of her lips against his, but his heart filled with warmth once again.

When the kiss finally broke and he drew back a few inches to take her in, he could see the glow of passion in her eyes. Her fire was well and truly lit, and he would surely be feeling the consequences.

"Come on." Natasha said, standing and tugging him to his feet. Once hand immediately went to his ass, squeezing firmly. Will didn't really feel qualified to say what made a guys ass desirable, but his was certainly a favourite of Natasha.

Allowing himself to be led, William trailed his beautiful girlfriend to the bedroom. She had an excited bounce in her step, her own pert, perfect ass serving as a siren call for him to follow.

Once they were inside he caught her arm, sweeping her into another kiss, twirling as they crossed the room. Her meaty erection pressed firmly against him now, insistently making it's presence known between them. Natasha clung tightly to him, one arm tight against his back whilst the other tousled his hair.

They connected with the side of the bed as they span, tipping over arm in arm and thudding into the mattress side by side, finally breaking their kiss. Natasha's eyes sparkled as she met his, and she burst into infectious laughter. He chuckled along, running a hand up and down her arm as he did so.

"Dork." Will said fondly.

"Your dork," she countered.

"My precious, irreplaceable queen of the dorks."

With a happy squeal Natasha rolled on top of him, turning him onto his back as she did so. For a moment she just stared down at him, eyes as warm as his heart felt.

"Damn, I'm so hard right now," she mumbled, glancing down as though embarrassed.

"I'm glad you're not bored of me yet," he joked.

"Hmmm, you say that," slowly and deliberately, Natasha pressed her hips against his, grinding firmly. Will let out a soft gasp as her heavy cock squeezed tantalisingly against his own raging erection, "but maybe you need to show me some fun."

"If it's fun my girl wants," Will slipped his hand between their bodies, and under the elasticated waistband of her pyjamas, "then that can be arranged."

Natasha moaned softly as he took a grip of her cock, feeling the warm, bare skin for the first time in days. He couldn't quite close his grasp, such was her thickness, but it still felt strangely natural in his hand.

With a couple of slow pumps of his fist she was like putty. Letting out a long, satisfied breath, she clung to him, burying her face against in the crook of his neck.

After a spending a few moments apparently satisfied with his attentions, Natasha's hands began to roam to, fumbling first with the buttons of his shirt, and then trying to reach his belt, but the awkward positioning made it difficult. Will smiled indulgently as she squirmed, happy to keep stroking her healthy manhood.

"Oh, damnit," she grumbled, "why do you still have clothes on? Why do I still have clothes on?"

Giving her one final squeeze, Will withdrew his hand before pushing himself up on his elbows.

"Why do we fix that?"

In an excitable rush, Natasha pulled him to his feet. Her pyjama bottoms, usually fairly loose and baggy, had taken an almost comical air, the tent she was pitching very much in the big-top territory.

"You starting up a circus down there?" he said, amused.

Natasha glanced down a blushed prettily.

"You're the one who's been snake charming."

Natasha quickly and enthusiastically helped him out of his clothes, fingers working at his shirt buttons while he kicked off his jeans. He let out an approving him as she paused to squeeze his cock through his boxes, before she tugged them down too.

Turning his attention to Natasha, Will lifted her pyjama top up over her head and tossed it aside, eyes greedily taking in her body.

She wasn't wearing a bra, but her large breasts sat high and proud on her chest nonetheless, rising a falling with her excited breathing. Her pink, slightly upturned nipples were a little on the small side, but he felt his fingers twitch at the sight.

Noticing him staring, Natasha took a step back and tilted her hips, fixing him with a seductive smile. Hooking her thumbs into the waistline of her pyjama bottoms, she slowly drew them downwards, swaying her hips as she did so.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, Will couldn't help but have his attention drawn away from her magnificent chest.

The elasticated band caught around her cock for a few seconds, dragging the hard, heavy length downward as she went. Finally, it sprang free, the thick pale pole launching up from between her legs like catapult. The sweet flesh slapped meatily against her belly, still swaying along with the continued toss of Natasha's hips.

"Goddamn," he said softly, "you are the sexiest woman in fucking world."

Natasha let her bottoms drop to the floor and stepped out of them, now completely naked. Two deities in one; the beauty of female perfection with a masculine power he could only dream of.

"I've waited all week for this."

With that, Natasha threw herself into his arms, and he caught her barrelled into him. They toppled backwards onto the bed together, Natasha giggling as they did so. She landed flush on top of him, and Will immediately drew her into a kiss and she clutched tightly against him. Her silken skin felt warm against him, and her hard length pressed insistently into his hip.

For a time they simply enjoyed holding one another. Their tongues and lips danced lazily but insistently, whilst Will allowed his hands to roam free along his girlfriends back, savouring the soft contours of her body and lingering on the delightful swell of her hips and ass. Natasha rocked gently against him as they kissed, one hand tousled in his hair whilst the other wandered.

Will was used to letting her lead in the bedroom, and it was no surprise when she drew back slightly and shifted across towards the side of the bed, her eyes seeking out his eagerly. He grinned up at her as she reached over to the bedside cabinet, snagging the small bottle that was a near permanent fixture.

A few moments later, her hand snaked down between his legs and he felt the cool slickness of the oil. With a practice technique, Natasha's slender fingers quickly found his hole, and she started probing.

Knowing she had her bearings, Will pulled her back into another kiss, running his fingertips up her side and eliciting a gasp as he cupped one of her full, firm breasts. Natasha had always been sensitive there, and Will was only too happy to take advantage. As almost a counter stroke as he rolled her stiff nipple between two fingers, her own finger popped through his defences, and they both let out small squeaks in unison.

Catching her eye, Will grinned, and Natasha giggled.

Seemingly satisfied with her work, his girlfriend withdrew her wandering hand, and a few moments later he heard the tell-tale squelching sound of her attending to her own preparation. On his back as he was with her leaning over him he couldn't see, but he knew from experience that Natasha lubing herself up was a mighty impressive - and no small part scary - sight.

"Are you ready for me?" she breathed softly, her lips inches from his ear.

"Yes," he replied huskily, "don't keep me waiting, love."

Eyes flashing brightly, Natasha tossed the bottle of oil aside and scooted back slightly, lifting herself over him to kneel between his legs. As she backed away her cock came into sight again, huge, hard and swaying like a pendulum as she moved, glistening in the low light of the bedroom. He had long since stopped worrying about her obvious superiority in that most masculine of qualities, but he still couldn't help but compare as she knelt over him. Jutting out like an obelisk, her cock looked even bigger on her much smaller body, and despite his own erection he was clearly well beaten.

"Someone looks excited."

Natasha, he knew, never gave much thought to their relative sizes, besides being somewhat proud of her own gifts. The worst he ever got was the occasional playful teasing, but he knew it was just that. Given Natasha's preferences in the bedroom, it really wasn't a big deal between the two of them.

Taking her cock in one hand, her fingers even less able to reach around the full thickness than his, Natasha tapped her length roughly against his. It wasn't quite a display of dominance, and Will enjoyed the shot of pleasure he felt from her fat python bumping and stroking up against his cock. After a few moments of rubbing, she shuffled forward again on her knees, forcing his legs wider to accommodate her.

Completely exposed, Will could only gaze up at his beautiful girlfriend as her attention turned southward once more.

Humming cheerfully, Natasha directed her rigid cock, and suddenly Will felt it nudging against him, parting his cheeks and nudging up against his core. Apparently satisfied, Natasha looked up again, flashing another of her brilliant smiles.

"Relax for me, my love."

Will took a long, slow breath, which turned into a gasp as Natasha edged her hips forward. Prepared as they both were, Natasha's cock slipped inside without too much effort, but it still took his breath away.

There was always pain at first, however many times they did it. Will wasn't sure he would ever be fully comfortable with her sheer size, but he knew it would pass. For a long minute he stared up at her, smiling encouragingly, as his ass adjusted to her thick cock nestled just inside him.

Despite all the times they had fucked before, Natasha always treated him like a precious, fragile thing when she first entered him. He knew she had a real fear of hurting him with her size, and was always so careful to ease him in every time. Her eyes searched his for affirmation, a heady mix of anxiety, excitement and lust.

"It's good, Nat," he breathed as the pain began to fade.

Natasha nodded.

"Okay." She said softly, "I...I love you, Will."

Before he could reply she started leaning into him, feeding more of her cock into his ass. He let out a quiet groan as she burrowed deeper, finding that sweet switch inside him that always made his body sing. She watched him intently the whole way, anxious for his obvious approval.

"Oh god, Nat." He gasped, "Feels so big...so good."

Natasha gave a small smile.

"It's good for me too," she said softly.

With each inch he felt more and more full and, in a way, more complete, as though this was the way it was always meant to be. His toes curled and he clutched at the bed sheets, letting out a long, satisfied hiss. When her hips finally bumped against his, her heavy balls tapping against him, he looked up at her and smiled wickedly.

"Fuck me, Nat, you beautiful woman."

With Natasha being on top, he knew she would be setting the pace of their passion. Sometimes that meant she would pound him hard, slamming each gasping breath out of him with the force of her thrusts. Other times, she would make love to him slowly, with long, languid strokes and frequent pauses just to enjoy the feeling of being coupled together.

This time it appeared to be the latter. With a soft sigh, she leaned forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips, before slowly pulling back one, three, six inches of tortuous pleasure. She held there for a moment, the remaining third of her dick still straining against him, and then eased back in again. He let out a slow breath as she did so, feeling the wind truly knocked out of him as she bottomed out, her cock reaching into the very deepest parts of his ass.

She quickly built up a familiar rhythm of slow, easy strokes, and soon all sense of pain had vanished and he was left with only the glorious satisfaction of her dick playing it's symphony inside him. The fullness, the ecstasy, the indescribable and unquantifiable joy of looking up at the beautiful woman he loved kneeling over him, taking him and making love to him. She held his hips gently as she worked, warm eyes clouded with her own heightening pleasure. Lying on his back, he had the perfect view of her stunning form, her warm beauty and tousled hair, her large breasts jiggling with each thrust.

"It's so good, Nat." He breathed, "Aaaaah, right there."

"I love you honey," she replied warmly, "It feels so good inside you."

"I love you too, Natasha." With one shaky hand he reached out to cup her cheek, and she leant into it with a small smile, "I love you, and I love it when you fuck me."

Natasha bit her lip, grinning, her cheeks flushing prettily.

"Then I'll make you feel good." She murmured, and with another swift roll of her hips, she stole any further words out of his mouth.

For a time there was only the soft sound of their love making to fill the room. His arching breaths and shameless girlish moans; her soft pants and little gasps of pleasure; the rhythmic slap of body on body each time she thrust into him; the creak of the wooden bedframe, rocking with their motion. Will's whole world attuned to the pace of her fucking; his breaths and gasps, the curling of his fingers and toes, the throbbing twitch of his own cock as the pleasure fountained within him with every stroke.

He could feel the familiar pressure building as she fucked him. Her massive cock pressed and abused his prostate with each stroke, stoking him towards the crescendo he had grown to crave. The flares of pleasure merged and extended with each passing moment, with each delicious thrust, drowning out any residual pain her size delivered. Staring up into her shining, beautiful eyes he could see her own pleasure heightening to match his.

"Fu-uck." He gasped desperately. He was close, he knew.

Reaching up, he cupped her breast, squeezing gently, savouring the firm yet yielding touch and the satin smoothness of her skin. Latching on to her nipple, he rolled it between finger and thumb as he knew she enjoyed. Natasha's eyes fluttered as he did so, and she gave him a warm, encouraging smile, like he were a child who had just done a good deed. He wanted them to come together, and he knew it wouldn't be long.

"I'm...ah..." Natasha moaned, "I'm going to...inside you."

"Do it." He replied breathlessly, "Fill me up, make me yours."

The ecstasy was writ large in her expression now, and finally her steady strokes started to break down. Hands grasping tightly at his hips, she drilled him harder, with short sharp bursts, her body slamming against him each time. Her impossibly hard cock seemed to almost pulse inside him, driving his roiling sensations towards and beyond the event horizon. Overwhelmed, his allowed his hand to drop away from her chest, instead bringing his legs around to wrap tightly around her waist, doing what he could to desperately hold her inside him. In the moment, he needed her more than anything else in the world.

"Oh god, I want it Nat. Give it to me, please." He gasped, "Oh god, it's so...aaah."

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna...oh Will, I love you!"

As though her words were a trigger, his orgasm crashed in, the unstoppable tsunami Natasha had stoked finally rolling over him. Untouched, his hard cock began to spasm, shooting his pent up tension across his own bare torso. Will let out a silent cry, unable to articulate even a gasp as the heat and pleasure coursed through him. In that singular moment it wasn't just his cock, or his ass or the precious buttons inside him that Natasha played like a maestro; his whole body sang, his very nerves alight with the warmth she brought.

Letting out a small, girlish gasp of her own, Natasha thrust into him one final time, her powerful cock once again reaching his very deepest places, heavy balls nestling between his cheeks. Even as he rode his own wave he felt it, the spasm of her thick length and the tell-tale warmth as her cum started to flood in. At his most full, with all nine inches of her glorious tool buried inside him, she sought that final space to fill with her hot, creamy load. Even as she came, her eyes found his, and he did all he could to project his own love and joy to her in response.

"Ooooh, fuck Will," she moaned, her fingers flexing their grip as she crested her own high, "it's so good."

Feeling his own orgasm starting to subside, Will reached up and grabbed Natasha, pulling her down onto him. She let out a small squeal of surprise, but melted into his arms as he kissed her firmly even as she still twitched and spurted inside him.

In a few short months, this had become his world and his heaven. His beautiful girlfriend in his arms, her full breasts mashed up against his chest, a long, lingering kiss in the throws of passion. Her dick hilted balls deep inside him, filling him with her love as he meandered into a post-orgasmic haze. The last was something he'd never known he wanted, but Will knew for sure that he wouldn't swap it for anything.

He felt her relax into him as they kissed, as her own orgasm finally started to cool. Knowing Natasha, he was full to the brim and beyond, but for now she kept it all plugged up inside him. The liquid warmth accompanying her thickness was a strange but not unpleasant sensation.

When she broke the kiss, Natasha nuzzled into his shoulder, panting softly, out of breath from her exertions. He would give her that; Natasha put a lot more effort into their lovemaking that he did.

Humming idly, Will ran a hand up and down the smooth, sweat sheened skin of her back, drawing mindless patterns as he did so.

"You good?" he asked.

Natasha nodded in reply, still nuzzled against him. She was starting to soften inside him, as the pressure slowly began to ease.