Miranda Mullins Ch. 01

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Miranda used to be short, fat and mousy. Then suddenly she became tall, sexy and beautiful. Let’s check in on her life…

Celebration

The day I turned eighteen Lizzie woke me up at 3 am. I moved my husband’s arm off of me, stepped out of the bed into my slippers, pulled on a robe and lifted the baby from her crib. I carried her to the living room, settled in a stuffed chair, and put her to my breast. Just a few weeks old, she latched on to my nipple and sucked eagerly. I closed my eyes and savored the pleasures of holding and nursing my little darling.

When she was satisfied, I burped her and changed her, then settled her back in the crib at the foot of our bed. I hung up the robe, stepped out of the slippers and climbed back in bed with Harold. HIs arms closed around me as before, but then his hands cupped my tits, his lips nuzzled my neck, his erection pushed into my thigh. Oh! What a delight! We hadn’t fucked in over two months. My vagina quickly became hot and wet and my skin burned at his touch. He pulled down my panties and I lifted my hips to help. With those out of the way he reached for something; I heard a crinkle, then he spread my cunt lips and pushed his thumb and then fingers into me. I gasped and squirmed. Finally he climbed over me, shoved his dick in, began a steady fuck and sang “Happy Birthday!” Oh god it felt wonderful I’d missed this OH MY DEAR HAROLD FUCK ME FUCK ME AHHHHHHH! I came fast and hard. Best birthday present ever!

He didn’t last much longer than me, flooding my love canal with his cum. After he pulled out I felt myself; there was an unfamiliar soapiness. “Dear, I take it you didn’t use a condom…” That was a tease; he rolled me over and gave my backside a good smack. I giggled — Lizzie was proof condoms don’t always work. “Are we working on another baby?” “No, I used a spermicidal insert.” “Oh, that’s what that is. Weren’t we supposed to wait another day?” “Yes, I cheated a bit, I wanted to surprise you.” “Thanks — loved it!” “You’re welcome, dear-heart.”

It was Saturday and Mom had invited us over for a party. My sister and her husband were driving in, bringing my little nephew. I was nervous about Dad — after the things he’d said last summer I wasn’t sure he’d ever speak to me again, never mind having us over. But he was there and gave me a hug; that meant so much to me! He acknowledge my husband by name, though he didn’t offer Sincan Escort a handshake.

When Mom brought the cake in with 18 candles and everyone sang Happy Birthday, I wondered: would Harold fuck me again that night? I made a wish and blew out the candles in one try. Later, as we were eating cake and ice cream, Mom asked how my classes were going. I was doing my final semester of high school from home. “Fine, Mom.” Dad asked “And your grades?” I’d never brought home anything but A’s. “Fine, Dad, I’ll graduate with a 4.0.” Dad nodded his head, but I could see a bit of a frown — he thought I’d go to an elite college. I was good at school but it didn’t excite me. What excited me was Harold — and babies! Marriage suited me perfectly.

That night, after I nursed Lizzie and settled her down, Harold came up from behind and wrapped me in his arms. I melted into his embrace. He turned me around for a hungry kiss; we began undressing each other. Soon he put another of those inserts into me and I felt the enormous pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. We both lasted longer this time; I climaxed twice before he unloaded into me. Some wishes really do come true!

But life isn’t always perfect. Lizzie went through a colicky spell, crying most of the day and night. We were both short on sleep. Harold’s boss was always on his case over stupid, picky stuff while some of the other workers blatantly goofed off. One day I could hardly do anything for trying to comfort Lizzie, and couldn’t do anything right. When Harold got home he was in a foul mood — and then the smoke alarm went off. I’d burned dinner! He shoved me out of the way, shut everything off, threw everything in the sink or garbage, then yelled at me “Can’t you even cook dinner? I’m working my butt off to support us and this is what I come home to!” He stormed out of the house, slammed the door and walked rapidly away.

I was devastated. I watched him leave, then collapsed on the sofa and sobbed uncontrollably. Lizzie started crying again; I couldn’t muster the energy to go to her. I don’t know how long I lay there and cried. Eventually the door opened; Harold came back. He picked Lizzie up, changed her, sang her a lullaby. She grew quiet and he put her in her crib. Then he kneeled down beside me, took my hand and kissed it.”Forgive me darling.. I had a bad day. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” “I..I..had a b-bad day, too.” “Of Ankara Olgun Escort course you did. And I made it worse. I’m so sorry.. Forgive me.” “You aren’t really mad at me? I burned dinner. I couldn’t do anything right. I couldn’t get Lizzie to stop crying. I’m a terrible mother!” “No, you’re a wonderful mother, and wife. I love you. Forgive me.” Joy filled my heart. “Oh! Oh!” I cried. I kissed him. I hugged him. He scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. He fucked me slow and tenderly. He fucked me fast and hard. I felt joy and passion and lust and love. I have the most wonderful husband and I’m the luckiest girl in the whole world!

In June I was allowed to attend graduation with my class. Dad gave me hug and said he was proud of me. Lizzie grew out of her colicky phase. Harold’s boss was fired, along with his good-for-nothing favorites; the new boss was even-handed and fair. Harold needed only 15 credit hours to get his college degree. On balance, life was going well!

There were a couple of things bothering me, however. Harold fucked me eight to ten times a week; I appreciated that but wished it could be more often, like maybe three times a day. I assumed he was doing his best, though, so I didn’t complain. It was always a thrill when I realized he was going to take me, and the most wonderful feeling in the world when his swollen cock was pounding me.

The other thing was alcohol — I was underage so Harold only allowed me one glass of wine with dinner at home. I often went to the fridge and stared at the bottle, but since Harold had to buy it I knew he’d know if I were sneaking extra and he wouldn’t like that. Besides that I wasn’t supposed to drink much while nursing. That stopped me more than once from pouring myself a glass while Harold was at work. My twenty-first birthday seemed so far away.

Special Delivery

One morning in late November the doorbell rang while Lizzy was finishing up a suck session. I called out “Door’s open!” assuming it was one of the neighborhood women who often stopped by to visit. Instead, a good-looking delivery man stepped in with a package. Just then Lizzy let go of my nipple and threw her head back, knocking the shawl off and exposing one of my boobs. The man got an eyeful! Embarrassed as hell I said to just leave the box near the door and went to tuck Lizzie into her bedroom crib.

When Ankara Ucuz Escort I turned back toward the living room I was shocked to see the delivery guy standing there with his fly unzipped and his dick hanging out. “That was quite a show, sweet thing, I thought I’d return the favor” he said with a smile. His dick was pointed straight at me but started to get thicker and point to the ceiling. I blinked, my mouth went dry, I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick. I was frozen in place and craving a glass of wine. He closed the distance between us quickly and opened my robe to fondle my tits. When he touched the first one a jolt went straight from there to my pussy and I felt on fire! In short order while kissing my face, my lips, my shoulders and boobs and running his hands all over me he stripped off my robe, maneuvered me into the master bedroom, got himself naked, pushed me against the side of the bed, grabbed my ass and rammed his now rock-hard pole into my steaming hot, wet love tunnel. I was clutching his back for dear life and moaning “Oh my, oh my, oh fucking GOD!” as I exploded in climax and felt my pussy clench his cock. But he kept pounding me until his whole body suddenly jerked and I felt his hot cum spew into me. Wow!

He rolled off of me and I lay back on the bed, stunned. He curled up next to me, turned me on my side facing away so he could caress me front and back and told me I was beautiful and sexy and that that was simply a terrific fuck! All I said was “Yes.” He got up, dressed himself, kissed the boob that started it all and left.

I thought to myself I shouldn’t have let that happen — what if Harold found out? Screw Harold! Umm, not a bad idea…oh, hush! I put on my robe, locked the front door, poured a glass of wine, gulped it down, and stopped myself from pouring another — no more than one drink while nursing, and not for at least two hours beforehand. Stupid damn rules! But I thought of sweet Lizzie and put the bottle away. When Harold came home he found me in my tightest pants and no bra and wasted no time hauling me into the bedroom. My pussy and I were very pleased!

In our rush to fuck Harold forgot to use an insert. I wasn’t too worried; when we had resumed screwing after Lizzy was born Harold told me I wasn’t likely to get pregnant while nursing.  But one month after that “special delivery” my period was late and a home pregnancy test came up positive — so much for that theory! The same delivery guy brought something to the house the next year in mid July. He smirked when he saw how big I was and I told him just to leave the damn box on the porch. He bowed and said “As you wish, lovely lady!” Our son Alex arrived in August.

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