Summary: Just a lonely blonde and a BBC.
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The rain was at a consistent downpour as Mercy quickly scurried to the car. Quickly opening the rear passenger-side door, she forcefully threw her duffel bag into the bag seat and was in the passenger seat up front a brief moment later. Despite her best efforts, she was still soaked.
"I'm so sorry you had to wait!" Mercy said as she caught her breath. "My mother just told me last night, and if I'm being honest, I didn't pack until about an hour ago."
"You're fine!" said Symmetra, clearly amused by the blonde's overly polite demeanor. "I'm just sorry the weather is so bad, but hey, I guess you're not the one who has to drive in it!" she said with a chuckle as she pulled out of the parking place.
"Very true!" Mercy replied emphatically. "I do appreciate it. You're doing my mom and me a huge favor by giving me a ride."
"It is no problem; you're on the way on the way for me. Maybe your mom already told you, but she and I attended here, oh, 25 years ago? It doesn't seem that long ago at all." Symmetra said as she drifted into thought.
"I'm loving it so far! Killed it my freshman year in my classes. I reallyyyyy want to go to medical school as soon as I graduate." Mercy bubbled with enthusiasm. Medical school had been a dream of hers for as long as she could remember. Her friends played pretend as firefighters and police; she played the doctor.
"That's what your mother told me! That's great," Symmetra said with a glancing smile. "I can tell she is so proud."
The heavy rain did not let up for the duration of the trip. The drive to the timeshare was usually a thirty-minute drive. In the respect of safety, symmetra took an hour. The conversation ran the gamut of boy talks to summer break plans.
The timeshare was a nice lodge located up steep winding roads. In the winter, it was a ski resort; during the summer, pools, and hiking filled your days.
They pulled into the driveway of the lodge with a sense of relief. The rain was near blinding at this point. It was a job for two to read the lodge addresses as they drove by each one up the winding roads. Each grabbing their respective luggage, they made a mad dash for the front door. The porch provided a welcome respite from the rain.
"I have the worst luck with remembering an umbrella," said Symmetra as she fumbled for keys. "Aha, at least I remembered this!" she exclaimed as she held up the correct key.
The lodge was furnished like a traditional log cabin, yet modern and spacious. It was extremely nice. Mercy knew little of what Symmetra did for a living, other than the ambiguous guise of being a consultant. It was immediately obvious, however, she was well paid.
"This is incredible!" Mercy said as she hurriedly walked around the house, checking out the various rooms and amenities. It had two guest bedrooms, as well as a luxurious master bedroom. The master bedroom was the nicest room Mercy had ever seen. The shower alone was close to the size of her college dorm room, as was the bed.
Symmetra watched Mercy ogle the house with a satisfied, if not mischievous, smile.
"If you'd like: you can shower in my room. Trust me, it'll be the nicest shower you've ever had. I wish I had one back home." Symmetra said.
"That would be amazing. I still feel soaked from the rain earlier," Mercy replied.
"Well have at it! I will prepare dinner in the meantime." Symmetra said as she closed the door.
Mercy wasted no time peeling off her wet clothes. She already felt better once they were off, but a hot shower was just the thing she needed right now. Shaving her legs earlier that day was a great decision; she could focus on the scrubbing and just enjoying the hot water now. For some strange, inexplicable reason, she felt the need to get as clean as possible. She scrubbed and scrubbed, leaving no inch untouched from soap.
She went on for what felt like thirty minutes before she had the fortitude to turn off the hot shower. She reached out the door for the closest towel. It was the softest towel she had ever held. She immediately got to work drying off, starting with her large breasts and back and then working her way down. Once she was finished, she tied the towel up and around her hair. When not tied up, her hair was extremely formidable in length and volume and drying it was quite the task.
It was at that moment that Mercy realized she forgot her duffel bag downstairs in the foyer. She flushed with embarrassment immediately. Still, it had to be retrieved, so she wrapped herself in a towel and made her way downstairs. Symmetra was in the kitchen chopping vegetables for a stir fry, which with the meat already cooking, smelled heavenly.
"There she is!" exclaimed Symmetra when she saw the blonde stumble in front of the kitchen. "I realized as soon as I got down here you forgot your bag right over there."
"Oh, it's no big deal," said Mercy, bending over to rummage through the bag. If she didn't know better, it would seem like the young blonde was trying to expose as much cleavage as possible when going through that bag.
"Well hurry up and get dressed, Ms. Dinner is ready as soon as you are!" Symmetra said with a wink.
"Of course!" yelled Mercy back to her as she ran up the stairs.
Symmetra leaned back against the counter and took a deep sip of her wine. The temptation was becoming unbearable. The primal urges she felt towards her friend's daughter felt...natural, and yet, she could feel nothing but guilt. 'She's only nineteen years old,' she thought to herself. 'And she's my good friend's daughter.'
She shook her head of the thoughts and went back to slicing vegetables.
Her phone vibrated on the kitchen counter. Text from: Mercy Ziegler.
'Can you bring my duffel bag upstairs to me? I forgot it again lol.'
Symmetra chuckled as she shook her head. She turned off the stove and grabbed the bag. Thoughts from in the kitchen were still a raging tempest in her head as she tried to make sense of it. She shouldn't be surprised though, she thought. Mercy was a beautiful young woman, somehow even surpassing the beauty of her mother. Mercy's mother and she were university lovers whose intimate encounters happened around the same age as Mercy was currently.
She knocked on the door.
"Come in," the voice from the other side greeted her.
"I brought your bag and dinner is almost rea--," her voice trailed off.
Mercy was laying in her bed on her back against the pillows, arms stretched out, her right knee arched. She was wearing white laced lingerie with thigh-high white tights. Her white bra pushed up her already massive tits, resulting in tremendous cleavage. Symmetra's weakness.
"You can lay it right over there," Mercy said, motioning towards the corner with her left hand.
Symmetra did as she was told, almost involuntarily. She was in a daze. After dropping off the duffel bag in the corner, she walked slowly to the bed, almost sheepishly. This was very unlike her, being the outspoken, empowered woman she was. Yet, she felt completely arrested by the unexpected development of events unfolding in front of her.
"Are you...expecting someone tonight?" said Symmetra, her voice barely an octave above meek. A smile slowly formed on Mercy's face. She transitioned to all fours and crawled slowly towards Symmetra, not breaking eye contact. Symmetra found it hard to breathe but stood there meeting her eye contact. Mercy reached the edge of the bed and sat. She was barely three feet away from the dark, ebony woman in front of her.
"No. Just you," she replied as she ran her hand up the toned stomach in front of her. Her second hand followed suit shortly thereafter, both hands finding their way to Symmetra's tits. "That is...if you'll have me. I may only be nineteen, but I knew you were into me since the car ride over to here."
Symmetra was speechless. On one hand, she thought she should act. Do anything. On the other, until one-hundred percent sure of her intentions, she resisted making a move. Mercy saw the concern on the Indian woman's face, and interjected:
"Listen, my mother isn't going to make it tonight. She texted me and it'll be tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. You have all night to do whatever you want to me. So take me," she said as she spread her legs. "I know you want me bad."
"I...I do," she finally replied. "Now, suck on my tits. Just like your mother used to." She pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down.
"Yes, ma'--" Mercy was unable to finish speaking before the woman's large breasts were in her mouth. The mature woman didn't expect how eager the young blonde would be and moaned loudly as her head slowly recoiled back. Mercy alternated each breast in her mouth every few seconds, squeezing tenderly as she sucked. Her hands worked continuously on the breasts. Mercy could feel the woman growing harder as time went on. Within a couple of minutes, Symmetra's prominent member was lying parallel against Mercy's right thigh, hard as a rod. The ebony woman stepped back, her left breast nipple leaving the blonde's mouth with a resounding smacking sound. She dropped her dress and kicked it to the side; there would be no need for it for the rest of the night. It was the first good look of Symmetra's body Mercy had gotten. For a woman in her early forties, she was in incredible shape. Hourglass figure with toned thighs and a rippling stomach. Large breasts, and a large, toned ass that exuded power.
And the biggest cock Mercy had ever seen.
She was fully hard at this point. A thick, black rod of veiny flesh. It was imposing--intimidating even to the young blonde. Part of her college freshman education included exploring her sexuality, and being the attractive woman she was, she had no small number of sexual partners throughout the year. Even still, these experiences left her woefully unprepared for what stood in front of her.
It was like a switch flipped in Symmetra's head. She stalked towards Mercy like she was prey. Silently. She shoved her back onto the bed, the blonde's big tits bouncing as she landed on her back. Slowing crawling on top of her, she began to explore the young woman's curves, sensually touching her erogenous zones. Mercy quivered under this assault. Her breathing became irregular and she started shaking. She needed more than this.
Symmetra finally broke the silence.
"Now this...looks expensive," she said as her hands settled on the blonde's white bra. In one swift motion, she tore the bra apart at the middle seam. Mercy's large breasts spilled out. It was a magnificent sight to behold. The mature woman wasted no time getting to work on the giant pair of tits underneath her. Mercy writhed and arched her back. She tried to keep her voice down--out of habit from the dorms more than anything--but it was no use. She was moaning profusely. The ebony woman's mouth and tongue were relentless on her nipples. She was rough and commanding. Every so often, she'd smack abreast with a hand before returning the nipple to her mouth.
Mercy could feel Symmetra's cock laying on her groin, reaching up to her stomach. She didn't know she could get so wet. The only thing she wanted in the world at that moment was that cock inside her.
"I...I want to taste you. I need you in my mouth," Mercy finally said. The mature woman smiled as she made eye contact, a nipple still in her mouth. She crawled towards the pillows and laid on her back against them. Her cock jutted up powerfully. At Mercy's best guess it was ten inches in length, and *thick*. It glistened from pre-cum.
Mercy crawled after to meet her, her eyes locked onto the task before her: making the magnificent cock in front of her cum. She began to run both hands up and down the large shaft, the pre-cum providing a slick lubricant for her efforts. The mature woman flinched occasionally out of pleasure and was moaning softly.
"What was that you said about needing it in your mouth?" she said with a wry smile. Mercy smiled back and slowly began to imbibe the large cock. It stretched her jaw but the young blonde's mouth proved a good match for the job. She started with a slow tempo, taking in five to six inches at a time, her hands gently twisting and milking the entire length of the shaft. The pre-cum was becoming profuse. The saliva in her mouth and the pre-cum made the cock near-frictionless as she relentlessly worked away at it. Periodically, she would move to the balls instead, taking one into her mouth at a time to suck as she continued to stroke the shaft of the cock.
Symmetra was in ecstasy. She craned her neck back into the pillows out of unexplainable pleasure.
"You're even better than your mother," the mature woman moaned. "God, I fucking love college girls."
"I want to be," Mercy replied. "You haven't even had my holes yet," she said grinning and as she ran out tongue around the tip of the cock. "All the boys say I'm the tightest they've had."
"Ughhh, I believe it, I believe it," Symmetra let out an even louder moan. The blonde's mouth was deep on her cock again, deftly handling its size with ease. She was delighted to find the young blonde was devoid of a gag reflex, and she took advantage with small, purposeful thrusts of her hips. The tightness of her throat was surpassing. She could feel her balls swell with anguish that could only be relieved with a release. She was quickly approaching the edge of her climax. Her entire body writhed under the persistent mouth of the college student on top of her. Sexually experienced, she mustered everything she had to hold out; to hold back the orgasm that was coming. But it was inevitable. Young as she was, her skilled hands and mouth proved worthy of the mature woman's cum.
"You are going to swallow every last drop, you hear me, you busty slut? I don't want a drop to go to waste," the ebony woman said in a fit of passion. Her breathing was quick and labored. Her balls ached with lust.
"Mmmmhmmmm, feed me, mommy,"
"Fuck, I'm cumming!"
That was all it took. Release. Unchecked, unbridled release. She drove the back of her head into the bed and pulled down on the back of the blonde's head as the orgasm took her. Her vision tunneled on pleasure alone; there was nothing else. The volume of cum was incredible and unlike anything, the young blonde had ever experienced. She focused and relaxed her throat, gulping down each contraction of the woman's pulsating cock.
She didn't miss a drop.
Symmetra was breathing as she had just run a sprint. Her thick prong began to soften until it lay across her belly, satisfied. Mercy crawled next to her and met her with deep, long kisses as Symmetra turned to face her. Her hands began to wander, her right hand finding its way back to her cock with slow, tender strokes.
"That's...incredible," said Mercy in complete astonishment after a few minutes. "You're already almost hard again."
Symmetra didn't even say a word. A few moments later, she was completely hard again, her cock running the length of Mercy's stomach as they kissed. She pushed Mercy to her back commandingly and forcefully. Her panties and leggings then met the same fate as her bra: torn apart and tossed aside. She slowly inserted two fingers into the blonde's eager, wet pussy.
The blonde began to moan.
"I want you inside me, mommy," she whined pitifully. "Please don't wear a condom."
"Shhhhhhh, not yet, little girl."
Symmetra mounted and straddled Mercy's stomach. Her glistening black rod jutted out powerfully.
"Spit between your big fat tits for me, slut," Symmetra commanded. The blonde did as she was told. Symmetra placed one hand on each breast and then inserted her cock between the blonde's large tits. "I'm going to fuck these until I'm satisfied."
And fuck them she did. Long, rapid strokes. Her head was cocked back slightly and her eyes closed as she focused on each stroke. It wasn't long before she felt the urge to cum again, but this time, she resisted. Mercy was grinning ear-to-ear when she noticed.
"Ohhh, what's wrong, mommy? You don't wanna cum again?" Mercy said in a mocking tone. "You don't want to cum in between my fat tits?"
"Oh, I do, baby, but..." Symmetra replied as she lifted her hips and slid them back.
Mercy gripped and sheets and let out a gasp. The mature woman was already inside her taking long, unmerciful strokes. The size of her cock allowed nothing other than complete surrender. Mercy knew now she underestimated how it would feel inside her. There was no preparation for this. Symmetra's hips became a relentless piston as she drove her cock into the young girl.
"Harder, mommy, harder! Split me open!" Mercy cried out. She could have been tearing the sheets with how hard she was gripping them for all she knew. She had at least three orgasms already and felt another on its way.
"Who's pussy is that?" Symmetra questioned her.
"It's yours, mommy," eagerly replied Mercy.
"Mmmmhmmm, yes it is."
Symmetra leveled out her body over top of Mercy. She alternated between kissing the blonde beneath her and sucking on her nipples; throwing in the occasional smack to harden her nipples. Her loins were on fire, and release was quickly becoming necessary.
"Are...are you on birth control?" asked Symmetra, her pace unwavering as her hips continued to punish the blonde's pussy.
"Y-y-yes...but I think...I think I forgot to take it today." It was all Mercy could manage at this point; simple words between her heavy, rapid breathing.
"I don't care."
Symmetra gripped her tight by the breasts as her orgasm came. Her cock pulsated powerfully as it contracted, her virile load shooting deep into the young blonde. Her body convulsed and twitched with pleasure as the orgasm washed over her.
They kissed softly in the afterglow.
"I...I won't tell my mother," Mercy said sometime later. They had been cuddling, and Mercy was pretty sure they had both dosed off at some point.
Symmetra chuckled. "That's probably for the best. I don't want this to be the last time. Now..." Symmetra continued.
"Bend over."