GG's, Like in Maggie Ch. 02

"Well, uh," he began, stepping back from her. "We should get going. If you're gonna be so... exposed, we should head over to the park before, uh... people begin showing up."

"Sounds good!" she said with a nod and a thumbs up. They moved towards his car and he unlocked it, allowing her to toss her bag in the back before stepping into the passenger seat. "Nice!" she gushed, fitting herself into the comfortable seat. "I love your car!"

"Oh, thanks!" he said, turning it on. "It's alright, I guess."

"Purrs like a kitten!" she said with a grin. "This is totally the type of car I want my next boyfriend to have. A nice, fancy car, with leather seats. The type of car he'd want to show me off in. I love it!"

"Yeah, I bought it cause it, uh, it gets good gas mileage, and it runs pretty clean, but I guess it's nice," Andrew said. Maggie smiled and shook her head.

"Aww... Andrew! I didn't realize you were such a nerd!" she said with a grin, her lilting British voice joking with him.

"Hey, c'mon... excuse me if I care more about the environment than how a car looks," he said in good humor, defending himself as he began driving.

"Well, you got lucky this time. You got a car like that that also looks good, but..." she paused. "Don't be afraid to get something just because it looks good! It might seem a bit shallow, but... if it makes you feel good, then do it! Trust me... I know what I'm talking about," she stated, jutting out her chest. He couldn't help but glance down at her chest at this last statement. The sweater was unzipped slightly enough to show off a hint of her cleavage, which his gaze dipped into. He looked up at her, realizing what he had just done, but she simply grinned.

"You see? You understand! I mean, other girls look at me like a total slag just because I got fake tits, but they make me so incredibly happy. So I don't care." Maggie boasted. "Sometimes, these fake things can make you even happier than all the things you're supposed to accept. The things you're supposed to treasure. Being a little superficial sometimes... a little fake... it's great. Trust me, the water's fine!' she said with a devious grin.

"That's, uh... that's interesting, I guess," he said, nodding his head. Her way of thinking, it was as he said, interesting. He didn't know if he fully bought in, but it seemed to work for her, which was good. He'd have to think on it a little more. He was a pretty philosophical guy, and he was always interested in people's way of thinking and analyzing the world, so he'd definitely think more on what she said, and try to pick it apart a bit more.

But first, he'd have to take pictures of Maggie in a thong bikini.

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There was a nice little park a little outside of town. It was quiet but beautiful, parts of it lined with gorgeous palm trees. On the outskirts of it was a nice orange grove. It was a peaceful area that few people seemed to know about, but those in the know took advantage, hiking and taking pictures. On a weekday, relatively early in the morning, it was doubtful there would be many observers around to catch them. It was a beautiful quiet strip of land, perfect for what he and Maggie had planned.

After arriving, Maggie hung by the car, getting all dolled up and ready as Andrew scouted the area, making sure they were alone while also checking out good locations for pictures. When he returned to the car, she had wrapped herself in a thin little robe, all dolled up with makeup, the clothes she was wearing tossed into the backseat.

"You, uh... ready?" he asked, nervous about what was coming next, but wanting to get it over with.

"Yes! Totally!" she gushed, clearly bristling with excitement as she turned to face him. Together, they padded over to a good spot between two long rows of palm trees. It was picturesque, a spot where Andrew had taken photos before. Those pictures were beautiful shots showcasing the purity of nature.

These pictures were going to showcase a British glamour model with huge fake tits wearing a thong bikini.

They approached the spot Andrew had in mind. Nervously, he stopped her, knowing that this was the moment of truth. Where he would see her body exposed in the skimpiest outfit yet. Part of him began to panic, wanting to just call the whole thing off.

But it was too late for that.

"This looks perfect!" she said admiringly, examining the beautiful view as she prepared to give the married man an even better one. Before he could say anything, she began to untie her robe, and he could only watch as she let it fall to the ground, revealing her hot, bikini-clad body. Any objection he had died in his throat as he gazed upon her luscious frame.

The silvery, rubber-like material of her bikini seemed slighter stiffer than the material of her blue bikini from the last photoshoot, but it was no less figure-hugging, and much more revealing. The triangle bikini cups strained to contain her mammoth fake boobs, and this particular top was smaller than the last, meaning the sides of her enormous tits were fully exposed. That also meant the full expanse of her canyon-like cleavage was visible to him. Her massive, round breasts pressed into each other, creating a mouth-watering cleavage that could draw anyone's full attention. It was good that no one was around, because her huge fake breasts were spilling from her top, desperate to escape, bursting to be free.

Down below, past her flat, smooth, tanned belly, the tiny bikini bottoms barely covered her nether regions. The tiny silver triangle covering that region was scooped very low, showing as much as she could get away with. Where before her colorful tattoos would be partially obscured by whatever she was wearing. But this time... that thong was so skimpy he could see every inch of those colored stars on her golden skin. The tiny straps of her thong rode high on her hips, connecting to the back. With Andrew watching, she spun gracefully around, and there, right in front of him, was Maggie's practically bare ass.

It was just out there. Jutting out from her slim frame, the two round cheeks stood out like a shelf, perfectly firm and perky. The flesh of her heart-shaped rear was as golden tan as the rest of her, and the tiny silver thong really stood out because of this. The straps running around her hips met at her lower back at a tiny little triangle of material, where it connected to a third string. This third string disappeared in the prominent crevasse between those two juicy ass-cheeks before emerging at her crotch, connecting at the triangle covering her nether regions.

The view of her ass was unescapable. Andrew couldn't look away. He knew he should have expected this, but seeing her so exposed was still jarring. Her big fake breasts were so prominent that it was easy to overlook the fact that she had an amazing, mouth-watering ass. But never again. The image of Maggie's perfect ass would be burned into his memory for life. Andrew would never forget.

Andrew's eyes were about to finally look away when they confirmed the presence of a tramp stamp on her lower back, just above her ass. Even though it was still partially obscured by her thong, he was still able to get a glimpse of it. It looked like a twisty, thorny vine, with pink, blooming flowers. But something seemed off. It seemed like the body of the tattoo, the vine, and thorns, and the flowers, were all comprised of words. At least that's what it looked like to Andrew from where he was standing, but to read what it said, he'd have to get closer. And he was frozen in place.

"Pick your jaw off the ground anytime," Maggie teased, looking back over her shoulder, smiling knowingly. He was shaken from his trance at this, looking up at her and nodding nervously.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Andrew stammered, looking away from her.

"God didn't bless me with big tits," she began, "But he did give me a perfect ass..." At this, she reached back with both hands and slapped her exposed ass-cheeks, making each of them bounce lusciously. "I'm glad to see you agree!" Andrew's eyes were transfixed by the jiggling cheeks before he regathered his self-control.

"You, um, ready?" he asked, holding up his camera.

"I was born ready, darling..." she said, pirouetting with a flourish to face him again. She sauntered forward, almost bouncing with excitement, making her huge fake tits jiggle with every step.

"Okay..." he said, holding up his camera, pointing it at her. "Let's do this."

For the next few hours, they were hard at work. Andrew, taking photos and guiding Maggie along. And Maggie, her role was simply to look gorgeous and pose in the perfect way to show off her hot body. And she did a very good job at it.

They had developed a good working relationship, so they interacted well and gave each other tips and suggestions to each other to make this photoset even better than the last one. And both could tell early on that they were succeeding.

In the beginning, she put the focus on her pride and joy, namely, her big, fake breasts, posing with her chest out, accentuating her massive bust. She got on her knees and let her massive udders hang down as she used her arms to balloon them outward, her eyes smoldering with heat as she looked into the camera lens. But the big change in this photoshoot was her thong-clad ass, and she eventually began to showcase it.

There was a picture of her, on her hands and knees, facing the camera with a lustful sneer, her huge boobs hanging down below her, and behind her, pointed upward, was that ass of hers, nearly completely exposed by the tiny garment she had on.

Eventually, she posed standing up with her back facing the camera, finally putting her hot ass front and center. She did many photos like this, really wanting to show off her perfect butt. She also got onto her hands and knees so her butt was facing the camera, posing lewdly, but Andrew still took the pictures. At one point, she reached back to put one hand on her ass, pulling the cheek apart slightly, threatening to show off even more than she was already, but she stopped just at the point before it became pornographic.

They took advantage of their beautiful surroundings, moving around to different areas to get some variety. After taking pictures in the clearing between the palm trees, they found a set of rocks on a small hillside. They took pictures there, with her either posing on the rocks, or him climbing up to the top of the hill, looking down at her as she looked up at him. They even reversed positions, with her on top of the small hill, like a goddess on her throne, and he taking pictures from below. Of course, he had to help her up and down these steep hills, putting him uncomfortably close to the busty, barely-clothed model, her warm hand in his. But everything was kept above board.

They found a small, little babbling stream, which she stood in, posing ankle-deep in the water like some sort of woodland nymph, only with massive jugs. It was only when she felt a fish slide over her feet that she hopped out of the water, her breasts bouncing obscenely as she did so, and from that point on, she refused to step foot in the water.

She was pretty jumpy in general. At one point, she swore she saw a snake, causing her to jump away from it, moving in close to Andrew, her back pressed against his side. Her being so close, her hot body so near him, so exposed to him, it made him very nervous. She seemed petrified, but all he could notice was her near bare ass pressing up against him. Luckily, when he looked forward, the mystery creature was revealed to very obviously be a stick. At this, she stepped away, apologetically.

This wasn't the only moment of uncomfortable closeness. At one point, she was posing on her knees, looking up at him. At her suggestion, he was standing above her, looking down, taking photos of her. She had worked up a thin sheen of sweat, giving her tanned skin a sexy glow. From the angle he was at, he could barely see her bikini. Her fake boobs were so large they were oozing over the edges of the top, obscuring it from his vision, and the way she posed really pushed out those mammoth breasts, making them look huge. And the way she extended her ass meant only the tiny triangle and the small string splitting the two cheeks were visible to him. She was looking up at him, eyes blazing with heat, hair looking wild. As he took the pictures, he realized where he was in relation to her, standing over her, with her on her knees, barely clothed. He realized how bad this looked so he stepped back, realizing it would be best to move on to other pictures.

They ended things near the outskirts of the orange grove. The young British tart posed near the orange trees, near all that ripe fruit, and it ended with her plucking an orange from the tree, peeling it smoothly and taking a smooth, juicy bite of its soft center, its juice dripping into her cleavage.

This was probably a good point to end things.

Despite trying to keep things above board, he couldn't help but be affected by all this exposed flesh. Maggie looked good, and he couldn't deny it. Neither could his married dick, which remained uncomfortably erect for most of the photoshoot. She gave no sign that she noticed, thank God, but it was uncomfortable and embarrassing nonetheless. It was when he realized he might be enjoying this too much that he put an end to it.

"So, how do you think these turned out?" Maggie called out. She was near the car, pulling on some clothes as he was packing up his gear.

"Uh... yeah, they're, uh... they're good," he stammered. That was putting it lightly. These pictures were gonna be something special. The contrast between the natural beauty of the park around them, and her hot, surgically-enhanced body was striking. The ripe fruits of mother nature, and the ripe, fake jugs on her chest.

They were really good, scorching hot pictures.

They drove back to her place, making easy conversation, and it was only as they pulled up that he was reminded of the fact that he promised to look at her car. She grabbed her car keys and tossed them to him as he moved to examine it. He opened the front door of her car to pull on the hood latch. Pushing the hood open, he scanned the engine, looking for something off.

"See anything?" Maggie called out as she sat in the driver's seat.

"Well..." he said, looking things over, until he saw something off. A few wires seemed pulled out. He reached in deep, getting grease on his hands, until finally, he got things back into place. "Try it now!" he called out to her, pulling his hands free from the engine. A few seconds later, she turned the key in the ignition and the engine turned over, running smoothly.

"Oh my God! You got it!" Maggie said, stepping out from the car, looking at the running engine excitedly. She jumped into his arms and gave him a big, squishy hug, pressing her boobs into his chest once again. "Jesus, Andrew... what aren't you good at? God, your wife is SO lucky to have a man like you around. Thank you so much!"

"Oh... no problem. Some wires just got yanked out. Pretty easy fix," Andrew said.

"Oh! Good! Glad it wasn't something too complicated." Maggie said, acting like she didn't pull out those wires in the engine this morning, just to give Andrew an excuse to come over to her place. She stepped back and noticed his dirty hands. "Oh... come on in. Clean your hands up before you go."

"Uh, yeah," Andrew said, agreeing, locking up his car and following Maggie back into her apartment. As he washed his hands in her kitchen sink, she spoke up.

"Thanks again so much for helping me out, Andrew," she said to him, setting her bags down. She was again dressed in her thin sweats and her sweater jacket. It was hard, after seeing her dressed so skimpily an hour prior, to not imagine her looking like she did earlier. She was acting normal now, but an hour prior, she was practically a sex object.

"No problem," he stated, working on the stubborn grease stains on his hands, unable to fully get them out.

"You sure you don't want me to pay you back? I know I don't have much but I can figure out something..." she asked. Looking around at the type of place she had to live at, he couldn't accept money from her.

"Don't worry about it," he said, grabbing a towel and drying his hands as he looked back at her. She had been staring at him, almost hopefully, but she almost seemed let down by his kindness.

"You sure?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, uh... just happy to help," he said. Maggie looked around for a moment before looking back at him, nodding.

"Okay... well, if you ever, uh, need payment, let me know," Maggie stated.

"Yeah, don't worry about it, really," he reiterated. "I should be able to get you those pictures in a couple days."

"Can't wait!" she said, smiling excitedly.

"So, uh... I should get going," he said.

"Yeah... okay," she said, nodding.

Maggie walked him out, giving him another friendly hug before he stepped out. She watched him leaving, and once she knew he was gone, she could finally let loose.

"UGGGGGHHHH!" she groaned, talking out loud, annoyed at him. "Babe, you are a fucking stud, but you can't catch a hint!" she said, shaking her head. "When I asked if you wanted to get some sort of payment, I was asking you to fuck me! We would be in my bed doing awful things to each other if you weren't so fucking thick!"

She was slightly annoyed at Andrew, and she was pacing around the room, trying to exhaust her annoyed energy. But even though she was angry with him, she was still madly in love with him. During that photoshoot... God, she was practically dripping wet for him. She was surprised he didn't notice. But she did notice the impressive rod in his pants, so it was clear he was enjoying their photoshoots, even if he didn't want to admit it. She was hoping he'd bite the bullet and respond to the thick sexual energy between them, but he didn't. She fully expected them to be screwing right this minute, but he was a bit harder to land than that. He was just too good of a guy to even think along the lines she was hoping for. It was frustrating, but it only made the chase more exciting. She wanted him more than ever!

Her cunning mind was already formulating ideas for their next encounter, but she was a bit too sexually frustrated to think straight. She would need to take care of that, like, right now. Unzipping her sweater, she revealed her bikini-clad upper half again. As she stepped into her bedroom, she slipped out of her thin sweats, now standing only in her thong bikini once again. She marched over to her bedside drawer and pulled it open, revealing her drawer of toys. Scooping up her biggest toy, a big, fat 9-inch rubber dildo, she looked at it, shivering with lust.

"Hello, Andrew," she said to her favorite toy, now rechristened. She slid down onto her bed and peeled down her thong, revealing her dripping, naked snatch. Lowering the toy towards her crotch, she slid it into her waiting cunt. A soft moan escaped her throat, but she knew this would only be a temporary relief as she waited for the true prize.

Because if she was right, and what she had spied out during their photoshoot was true, the real thing was even bigger.

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It was.

And Kathleen was experiencing that firsthand.

She often marveled at how masculine her husband was. Despite having an artist's soul, it manifested in many masculine ways, building things, handling all the fixes and repairs around the house. And he looked the part as well, maintaining an athletic frame with good muscles. But the times she most marveled at her husband's masculinity was when she struggled to take his excessive manhood.

To put it bluntly, Andrew had a mammoth dick.

She knew she should feel lucky. She should have nothing to complain about. Society had ingrained in her that she should feel blessed to have a husband with a big cock, and she did. His manhood was large, a lengthy 9.5 inches. It was thick as well, and meaty and smooth, with a prominent mushroom tip and heavy, full balls. It was a prized dick, everything that she should want. But, it was almost TOO big for her.