("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age
Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
Archive name: (Bundy1.txt
Authors name: [lost]
Story Title : Married With Children
PART 1 of 2
-=*=-
It appears that some uncaring person has removed the
author contact information from this story. Please
keep in mind that the only payment that an author
receives for their work is feedback.
If you remove the author contact info they receive no
comments, then they stop writing. PLEASE DON'T REMOVE
THE AUTHOR INFORMATION FROM THE STORIES YOU READ. And
take a moment to let an author know what you thought
about their story.
-=*=-
I 'MEAT' MRS. BUNDY
-------------------
All at once I had been cursed and blessed on one
school project. I had been assigned to work with one of
the stupidest people in the entire high school, but on the
plus side I had also been paired up with one of the
sexiest creatures ever to walk the halls of my esteemed
campus. Unfortunately, the two were the same people.
Who is this incredibly lame and hotter than hot chick?
Kelly Bundy, a low rent floozy from the south side of town
with long blonde hair, gobs of make up and more low cut
dresses than a downtown hooker. Oh how she filled out
those dresses. She gave curvy a new name. Her tits were
large and so well formed the guys often wondered if they
were fake but from all the locker room talk I had heard,
Kelly's breasts were very real. Her ass and thighs were
equally exquisite, with obvious roundness but nothing
overbearingly large. And who can forget about that face?
Light skin, round cherub face and blow-job lips that could
get a priest's pants tight, Kelly's face certainly didn't
diminish from her outstanding form. She knew she had a
figure that could turn a faggot but some wondered if Kelly
was truly as nympho-like as the football team claimed, or
if she was just too stupid to say no.
So after our art teacher paired us up (the class was
an elective for me, but part of her core), we decided to
meet at her house after school. The house was typical
lower-class suburbia, two stories, bad lawn, worse paint
job and no charm. Kelly answered the doorbell wearing a
black crop top that seemed to barely contain her bosom and
a skin tight leather mini that probably cleared her mound
by about an inch. I shouldn't forget the three inch heels
either. She invited me into her very humble abode. The
decor was tacky to the extreme, flannel couch, yellow
carpeting, cheap paintings, huge twenty year old TV and a
mildew like smell.
"Where do you want to work? Here or my room," she
asked.
"Which ever strikes your fancy."
"All the guys that come over seem to like my room
more. Let's go up there. My annoying brother Bud will be
home any minute. We can sneak down in a bit and watch him
rock his cock while he's watching Gilligan's Island."
Sounds like fun, I thought. "Okay," I answered
hesitantly, not sure if she was kidding.
I followed her pair shaped ass up to a sparklingly
feminine room. Unlike the other rooms we passed, this one
was well decorated but overloaded with foofy pinks,
pastels and whites. Her canopied bed reminded me more of
a little girl's room. Kelly flopped onto the bed, draping
her body across it. I settled into the white and blue chair
at her desk, turning to face her. From the angle I was
sitting I could stare right down the gaping hole in her
top, getting an intimate view of her cleavage. I felt my
dick surge but ignored it, looking away.
We discussed different ideas about the theme, after I
explained what a theme was. I'm still not convinced she
got the notion because she kept referring to different art
erroneously as though we were to copy them. At one point
she suggested we could make a sitting guy.
"A what?"
"You know that sitting guy? He's all buffed and nude
and sitting there. He's real sexy. It's real famous."
"Not ringing any bells, Kelly."
"Wait I think I've got a picture of it from a trip I
took," she said twisting around on the bed. She leaned
over the side of the bed and began sifting through her
bureau. I really didn't care about what she was looking
for though, because when she bent over the edge of her
bed, her skirt hiked up considerably, revealing much of
her lily white butt that was not contained in a the black
g-string she had on. "I could have sworn it was in here,"
she mumbled and I just said oh, unconsciously tugging at
the bulge in my jeans.
Kelly slammed the drawer shut and leaned over more,
going for a lower drawer and pulling the skirt up her
haunches more. I could almost make out every inch of that
tight round ass. It looked so smooth and inviting. I
stood up and moved beside the bed, my aching dick
screaming to be freed and then confined once more.
Suddenly, Kelly let out a yell of surprise and sat up,
twisting and dropping back onto the bed, covering her
rear.
"Here it is," she said clapping and handing it to
me. I took the photo and seated myself on the bed next to
her, hoping my raging hard-on wasn't too noticeable. Hell
as observant as she was, it wasn't.
"Kelly this is The Thinker."
"Right, I knew it was 'the' something," she said with
a grin. "Can we do that?"
"Do what? We can't just turn in this photo."
"Oh," she said looking dejected. "Can we take a
picture like that? Or maybe make a statue like that?"
"I dunno."
"You've got a pretty good bod, why don't you take it
off and we can take pictures of you like that? Then we
can ask Ms. Demar if that's good enough or we can make you
into a bust."
I realized that the school would never go for a nude
of any student, statue or picture but Kelly was a little
bit dim for that. "Kelly, that's been done a thousand
times before. Always with guys. If we really want to
make a statement, maybe you should do it."
"Oh, that would be neat. I'd be art."
"Right," I said, already thinking that it would not
take much to get her nude in my first hour at her home.
"Why don't we see how it would look?"
Kelly hopped off the bed and turned the chair from
her desk into the middle of the room. She sat down like
The Thinker and then looked over at me, "Like this?"
"Kind of, but there's one difference I said, holding
out the picture."
"Wait a second," she said standing up. Her skirt
fell, showing off her milky white hips and the black g-
string. Her top came off next, Kelly casually tossing it
aside. I swallowed hard at the sight of her full breasts
and big brownish colored nipples. She tugged down her g-
string next, revealing a narrow patch of neatly trimed
black pubes.
Kelly sat back down on the chair like The Thinker. I
thought I was going to cream my jeans right there. Her
body was perfect. "What do you think?"
"Perfection," I harshly stated, worried I might
betray some excitement in my voice.
"Oh goody," she said gleefully, loosing the position
to shake her head in happiness.
"Do you have a camera," I asked, praying she would
say yes. She nodded and pointed to the top drawer of her
nightstand. "Good I'll take some shots and show them to
Ms. Demar to find out if this will work for our project,"
I said as I withdrew a Polaroid camera from her nightstand
noticing a multitude of photos hanging out in the drawer.
"Get back in position," I told her.
I took pictures of her from the traditional angle and
then I took them head on, and from a downward angle and
every other angle I could think of. I was scooping up the
photos when Kelly suddenly stood up and took the camera
from me. Her naked body was only inches from mine and I
was certain she had noticed my erection by then. "Let me
take some of you too. Maybe Ms.Demar would like to see
the opposite?"
"Ah, sure," I started to say but then the phone rang
and Kelly bounded over to it. With her naked back to me,
I could see the slight swell of her breasts. "Oh Hi," she
said. "I'm just working on a project with someone from
school. Hold on."
Kelly turned to face me, covering the speaker with
her hand. "Can we finish this tomorrow? My friend Cindy
just got one of her nipples pierced, so I want to go see
it."
"No problem," I said and then paused, "Kelly, don't
tell anyone at all about the project. I think others might
steal the idea."
"You mean like it's Top Secret?"
"Exactly."
"Cool," she said picking up the phone again. "So
Cindy does it hurt?"
I shoved the photos into my backpack and left Kelly's
room, waving to her and closing the door behind myself. I
couldn't wait to get home and rub the magic rod and look
at these fantsatic pictures.
I was passing by a room when I saw a woman in a pair
of skintight black leotards bent over the queen size bed.
I paused momentarily, taking in the sight of her ass,
which was slightly wider than Kelly's but still very
exciting. The woman had long red hair and she was busy
making the bed. She moved around the edge and that's when
I noticed her big purple belt and tight turquoise top that
had a plunging neckline. Her tits were huge. They were
at least twice Kelly's size and moving quite a bit.
Suddenly I heard Kelly's door close.
I turned back, shocked and Kelly came out wearing
Jeans and the same crop top. She stopped by me in the
hallway, "Have you met my mom?"
"Ah no," I said amazed that was her mother.
"Com'on," she said, leading me into the bedroom.
Kelly's mom, Mrs. Bundy, stood up as we entered. She
was huge everywhere. Her hair was big and very red. Her
features were large but sexy in an odd way. Her chest as
I've mentioned was phenomenal and her hips were wide, but
apparently so because of her thin waist. I can't forget
about her huge heels either. In heels she had to have
been at least six two. "Mom, this is Dan, my art
partner. Dan, this is my mom."
"Nice to meet you Dan," she said, offering me her
hand. I concurred while shaking her delicate long finger
nailed hand. "What is your project?"
"Dan can tell you, I'm going to Cindy's be back late
tonight," Kelly said leaving us two perfect strangers alone.
"Well," Mrs. Bundy said as she resumed tucking in the
sheets, her big tits, swaying back and forth.
"We're just exploring the theme of..." my mind was
going blank as I stared heavily at her boobs. I couldn't
help myself. I suddenly wanted to bury my face in Kelly's
mom's chest. I wanted to suckle on the same nipple she
had as a baby. Mrs. Bundy looked up at me as she finished
and I broke my stare as quickly as possible.
"Dan, how old are you," she asked as she moved
around the bed.
"Seventeen."
She passed by me. "I bet you find Kelly attractive.
Do you find me attractive too?"
"Pardon," I said, suddenly afraid that I had been
caught staring. My backpack slipped from my fingers and
it crashed to the floor. The top was open and I wanted to
kick myself for not closing it because as it hit the
ground the Polaroid's fell out. Mrs. Bundy scooped up one
of the photos.
"Now I see what you've been up to," she said turning
around. "Kelly's dad is an ex-football player and he's
very protective of his little girl," she remarked as she
shut the bedroom door. She wheeled around and her hand
slipped behind her ass, locking the door. "Al, Kelly's
father, my husband would tear you apart for this. But I
want something different."
Mrs. Bundy stepped across the room and placed one of
her large hands on my crotch. "What do you say, an hour
of your time and nobody has to know."
"Mrs. Bundy, you're married."
"And horny," she said, squeezing hard.
I reached up and cupped one of her large breasts,
exhaling at the heft. "Oh my god." I leaned forward and
kissed her large lips. Her free hand, the one that had
held the photo suddenly grabbed my ass and pulled me to
her. We kissed deeply, her tongue probing mine, her hand
massaging my cock. I just squeezed at her massive
boobs, eliciting groans. Her hands pulled my belt open
and tugged at my fly. My jeans pooled around my ankles.
My erection strained at the boxers. Mrs. Bundy pulled
away from my mouth long enough to haul my Polo shirt over
my head.
She cooed loudly as she trailed her fingernails over
my shoulders. Her hands and fingers played over my nipples
and pecs, finally dropping to my six pack. Her lips
kissed at my chest, leaving red lipstick on me. Her tongue
played with my nipples as I pulled her top up her back.
She stopped kissing my stomach long enough to haul her
turquoise top off.
My boxers fell and Mrs. Bundy buried her nose in my
pubes, kissing my lower abdomen. Her long fingers curled
around my dick and she slowly pumped it. Her other hand
rubbed my balls. She raised them to her tongue, licking
them and then she licked the length of my shaft. Within
moments I was receiving a viscous blow job from Kelly's
big-lipped mother. I wrapped my fingers up in her big
red hair, controlling the tempo some, but soon I found
myself fucking her wet and excellent mouth. "Oh, Mrs.
Bundy, I'm gonna come in your mouth."
She pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting
her to my cock. She rose up some and sprawled across the
bed, undoing her belt. I stood between her legs which
were hanging off the bed, my hand rubbing my dick help-
lessly, as I stepped out of my jeans and kicked off my
shoes. Even lying on her back, her chest was still huge
and barely confined in her flimsy turquoise bra. With her
belt undone, she tugged at the tight leotards, clinging to
her large but solid looking thighs. She raised her legs
getting them over her head and I helped -- tugging the
material to almost her knees.
She placed her heels on my shoulders and tugged her
underwear aside. With her knees over her head, her ripe
red haired pussy with it's thick swollen lips waited for
my dick. "Give it to me, Danny," she whined as I guided
my dick into her hot dripping red box. Mrs. Bundy began
bucking on my dick and it felt incredible. I reached
around her hips and grabbed handfuls of her big boobs,
squeezing them through her flimsy bra. She was amazingly
tight but from that position I was not getting a clear
shot straight into her. I pulled away and she protested,
"Don't stop now!"
"Roll over," I told her. She twisted on the bed, her
knees falling to the floor, her torso resting on the bed.
"I haven't done like this in years," she said,
wiggling her ass. She glanced back over her shoulder as I
fell to my knees behind her. I yanked her white French
cut underwear down and I grasped her hips as I guided my
hard dick into her wet cunt. She grunted with pleasure as
I began fiercely fucking her from behind. Her big red hair
rocked with each thrust and Mrs. Bundy began to whine as I
plunged in. My hands slid up her milky white back,
grasping her bra straps and pulling them down her shoulders.
I bore into her completely, feeling my balls strike her
hard swollen clitoris. I pushed my hands under her
arms and took hold of her big tits, my palms cupping her
huge nipples. I pulled her back and continued to fuck
her hard. Mrs. Bundy moved her hips and ass to keep time
with me. I squeezed at her nipples while plowing in
harder.
"Oh, I'm coming," she said through clenched teeth.
As her orgasm subsided, I slowed and released her chest.
I was still hard and my cock was half in her still. I
withdrew completely and leaned down, dragging my tongue up
her slit. Mrs. Bundy arched her back and grasped my hair
in her long fingers. I licked voraciously at her come
filled twat, while still massaging my own dick. I don't
know why I was doing that, but I just couldn't help my-
self. I had to taste that increadable woman. With her
hand forcing me in deeper, I buried my nose in her wet
womanhood and lapped at her vagina. Five minutes later,
Mrs. Bundy was coming again. She released my head and
began grasping at the sheets, begging me not to stop. I
didn't. Letting go of my own rod, I parted her ass
cheeks and dipped my tongue into her bush deeper.
Mrs. Bundy was going nuts at this point, finnally
pulling herself away from my mouth, needing to escape
the ecstasy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 6