Mark extended a big hand. “Really glad to finally meet you. She’s been gushing about you for so long. I’m sorry it took so long to get you kids out here.
Tim used one of his favorite jokes, “Well it’s a real circus back home.”
Mark laughed and it was genuine. Tim smiled. Catharine stepped from her daughter’s arms and approached Tim with her arms wide. “We’ve been so looking forward to meeting you. We hope you’ll be comfortable here.”
Tim did the best he could to ignore the feeling of her big tits pressing into his body as she embraced him. “Call me Cookie, sweetheart. Everyone does.” As he pulled back to smile at the beautiful dark-haired woman, he spotted her earrings. His gut clenched up.
He tried not to let his unease show. “Thanks for having us, Cookie. You have a lovely home.”
She held him at arm’s length and smiled brightly at him, before glancing back at her daughter. “Can you imagine, she’s twenty-four years old and only now brings us her fella?”
Tim saw his fiancé frown. “Well, she was waiting for the right one,” Tim said with a grin.
Cookie embraced him again with a bright laugh. “I’m sure you’re right. I love a confident man.”
She turned and stepped toward her daughter. “Honey, guess what? Coral and AJ will be here on Monday, and she has a surprise!” Kayla brightened and the two women walked off into the kitchen together.
Mark clapped him on the shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get your bags out to Granny’s apartment.
Granny’s apartment turned out to be a separate one-bedroom in-law suite connected to the back of the house by a covered walkway. A door in the sunroom led out to it. As Mark told it, it had been built for his mom, but she hadn’t lived very long after moving in. So, it became a guest suite.
———–
Tim turned to Kayla with a frown as they unpacked. “You didn’t tell me everything, did you, Dragă mea? You left out a couple of very important little factoids, didn’t you?”
She flinched. Dragă mea was a Romanian term of endearment that meant darling. Ordinarily, she loved it when he called her that. “You saw her earrings?”
“Well yeah babe, she hugged me twice. Hard to miss them.” He’d nearly passed out when he’d seen Cookie’s gold upside-down pineapple earrings. “You haven’t traveled with the troupe yet, but when you do you will find a few trailers with magnetic pineapple decals. Your parents are nudists and swingers.”
She nodded glumly.
“And you really should have mentioned that your mother is a complete fox. I was expecting a greying housewife with a mom-bod.”
Kayla’s head snapped up in surprise.
He continued, “A total babe that very shortly will be walking around this house in nothing but those earrings and I’m going to be expected to walk around naked as if it’s just another Saturday.”
“I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to say it so that it wouldn’t freak you out.”
“Listen, I’m no prude. You know that,” he said calmly.
She nodded. It was true. Sexually speaking they were perfectly simpatico.
“It wouldn’t have freaked me out, I don’t judge people. It’s just that I would have liked some processing time. That’s all.” In truth, his biggest concern now was being able to be around Cookie without imagining her bent over the end of the couch, and him sporting a boner the whole time.
Kayla sighed. “Listen. I grew up this way. It is expected that you are going to get an erection, at first. Trust me, no one is going to pay any mind at all. They are used to it. After a couple of hours, you’ll get used to it and it won’t be an issue after that. You’ll see.”
She stepped back and looked at him appreciatively. At five foot ten, he had a wonderful stocky frame, with broad shoulders and thick arms. “C’mon, you literally grew up surrounded by beautiful women dressed in tights, body suits, and leotards. You got used to that, right?”
Tim shrugged and nodded.
She walked up to him and kissed his jaw. “Besides, I think that if can keep your balls empty, you might have less of an issue.” Kayla’s right hand slid down to his crotch and unsnapped his cargo pants.
He gasped as her delicate hand slid into his shorts and caressed his hardening cock. She gazed up into his dark brown eyes.
“Do you think that would help you, iubițel?” Kayla purred in his ear. Iubițel meant lover in Romanian.
Tim looked down and kissed her roughly. When she broke the kiss and began to slide down his body, he shivered in delight. Kayla smiled when his cock sprang into view. She stroked it, lovingly. She loved everything about it. It was the perfect size and thickness and it fit wonderfully, everywhere. One of her favorite things to do was to get it very wet in her mouth and then have him slide into her in one stroke. Her own wetness combined with her saliva and his precum allowed him to slide in perfectly. To go from empty to filled suddenly, sometimes brought on an orgasm in an instant.
Tim moaned deeply as his beautiful fiancé took his cock into her mouth. His hands instinctively curled into her black hair. Her hand slid around his taut buttocks pulling his body hard into her. His head tipped back, and his mouth gaped.
The lovely Chinese contortionist had been his first but not his last lover. He’d known women in college but had kept a strictly hands-off approach since he’d returned to the troupe. Until Kayla.
“Oh, fuck babe, that feels incredible.”
Kayla hummed deep in her throat. As she settled on her knees, Tim leaned back onto the bed, bringing his cock to a comfortable height for her. She used her hands, spreading her saliva and his precum all over his shaft.
She looked up and smiled wickedly before pulling her top off and unhooking her bra, letting her full breasts fall provocatively. “Are you going to give me a mouthful, baby? And you gonna spray it down my throat?”
Tim shuddered. He LOVED it when she spoke like a slut when they were fucking. “Yes,” he growled. “I’m gonna paint your tonsils with my cum.” He pulled her back onto his cock roughly.
Kayla went wild on his cock. Slamming her head down over and over until his cock head smacked into the back of her throat causing her to gag and cough. But she never stopped, never let up.
After several heavenly minutes, Tim groaned. “Oh God, baby! I’m gonna cum!” He held her head still and fucked her mouth, stopping just before the gaging point. Her tongue slathered all over the bottom of his cock. She whined, waiting impatiently for his seed.
“Oh Kay-laaaa!” he roared as he fired his creamy load into her waiting mouth. She stroked his cock with her hands, milking every drop onto her waiting tongue. When she was sure she had it all, she looked up into his eyes and smiled as she swallowed his load.
Tim reached down and grabbed his woman’s shoulders and helped her up to her feet. He kissed her passionately, wildly. Tim sank to his knees and began to devour her full tits.
After a minute or so, she pushed him back gently. “Whoa there, tiger.” Tonight, I’ll be your happy little cumslut. But now I’d like to go spend time with my folks.”
Tim stood, breathing heavily. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
———–
The couple shared sexy smiles and more kisses while they dressed. He watched her put on a tiny yellow bikini with a deep yearning in his eyes. How he loved and lusted for this woman. She made his soul burn; unlike any other woman he’d ever known. Her womanly figure was so different and enticing. He could never get enough.
“Here, I bought these for you,” Kayla smiled as she handed him a black Speedo.
“You’re serious?” Tim replied doubtfully.
“Yes. Put them on. It will help you get more comfortable around my folks because like it or not, tomorrow the clothes come off.”
He rolled his eyes. “Ugh. This has turned into a nightmare.”
She watched approvingly as he slid the tiny swimsuit on. Tim’s work in the circus had kept him in terrific shape. He admitted that he’d gotten soft while away at school, but his mother Alina got him quickly back in shape. She insisted that he work out with her acrobats whenever he had the opportunity. “We cannot have you walking around like the rest of these soft American slobi, can we?” She took the obesity problem in the U.S. very seriously.
Tim spied himself in a dressing mirror. “Oh hell. Look at my tan lines. It looks like I’m wearing white shorts under the Speedo.”
To her credit, Kayla didn’t even crack a smile. “Don’t worry about that. We have all week to get some sun on those buns.”
————–
Tim was very self-conscious when they walked through the back door into the sunroom. They walked into the kitchen together where her folks were preparing supper.
“There they are,” Mark said as they walked in. “Hey, you guys look great.”
Kayla smiled and gave her father a kiss on his lips.
Tim blushed a bit. “Thanks. You can thank my …” Tim’s voice faltered a bit when he saw Cookie visibly admiring his body, with a sly smile. “Drill sergeant of a mother. She keeps us all performance ready.”
Cookie came around the island counter. “I’m looking forward to meeting your folks. Do you think they’ll be put off by our lifestyle?”
“I ah … I’m not … sure. Tim said frankly. “Mom is very proud of her body, and I doubt she’d mind very much, but Dad, he’s a bit more modest. Mom keeps him in good shape, but he doesn’t even like to take his shirt off around other ladies in the troupe.” His dad, Cort, had grown up on a Texas cattle ranch, six hundred miles from the nearest beach. “I’m sure Mom could talk him into it, though.”
Cookie smiled and glanced at her husband. “Yes, we usually can.”
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