[Fiction] A Very Magical Show (Lorna)

PREAMBLE

From what I read, Lorna Morgan has a husband, possibly as a boyfriend earlier in her modeling career. She's been monogamous as I understand it, at least with men, and finally he knocked her up in her 30s. Lorna only took a completely new and even deeper turn in my lust as she plumped, filled in and otherwise packed in curves into areas where I never expected. Her belly never really exploded too much, which happens when a woman has a base hourglass form that packs it in all the right places.

To me, she is absolute perfection at every weight, every size, every look. She is the ultimate lay thin or thick, and a total fantasy tit-fuck that only increases with thickness.

I respect her monogamy, and even find it a turn on. It means another stud out there is getting it so fucking good, likely because he's a gentleman who deserves such. As I was writing this, I didn't know if I should make this a 'pullout' type of story, where the male party fucks her and pulls out, possibly even with a condom, or some really 'ultra fantasy' where 'anything goes.' But as much as I could even imagine myself fucking only her rack for "safe sex," I really cannot bring myself to assume whether or not she would cheat on her husband.

So, in the end, I admitted I love Lorna for her body. I couldn't try to imagine myself taking her. Instead, I tried to imagine the moment her husband could not control himself, and decided to knock her up, and let that be 'my fantasy,' 1st person. Maybe it's not how it happened, but it's how I could imagine it, if I was her husband. There's just something that triggers inside of me that just makes me believe a woman has such the perfect genes for the perfect body and beauty, that I want to see her DNA continue.

A "Darwin Award," of the conception-kind, wank ... before she gained all that curvature and thickness after being knocked up, and post-pregnancy (which I love even more, like a husband should).


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A Very Magical Show (Lorna)
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My love was hitting her 30s. It don't know if was out of some prior fantasy or some need to feel young, but she wanted to spend her birthday in Vegas. It wasn't the first time she had gone. And she had traveled without me to many events in her modeling career. But she wanted to go to Vegas, with me, not for work, not for any shooting, just her and I for some fun.

Of course, it was not long before she went noticed. And despite her promise not to work, she gave into doing a cameo, near-gratis, during a variety show. Guess that little fantasy as a girl being a sexy assistant came out in her, and it wouldn't eat up too much of our day. She went in the back room and came out a few minutes later, wearing fishnet all the way up to her waist, with sheer long, open hand gloves that started at the middle of her upper arms. It was paired with a black, soft, one piece teddy that might as well have been sheer with her curves oozing out.

I was already drooling before she practiced her little routine, and then she moved. It was if I was watching her in slow motion, like a pornographic film slowed down to half speed, only real-time, and she was clothed with no man. Her hips rotated, her breasts shimmied, her entire form was an erotic symphony. Her one piece was a teddy that hugged her sides, curved around her hips and made no attempt to control her breasts.

I could not take my eyes from her midsection, and how tiny it was surrounded by those hanging breasts above, and that fit waist below. I wanted to grab her, press my body into her, press my pelvis into her crotch, and lift my hands just high enough that her hanging breasts would cover them.


Eventually my eyes did not go unnoticed by my love, and she smiled briefly, before looking away. Then it was was no longer the performing the sleek moves of a magicians assistant, but merging in a dance as if from a coming strip tease. Even the few professional around an empty stage were all staring, and it several were clearly getting hard, right in their pants. Finally, focused on business, the magician barked, "Stop fucking them with your moves."

The few people there laughed, but the magician was all serious.

Lorna stopped, fully guilty of what she was doing, and put her hands on her hips.

Now at this point, the 30'ish sag in her rack, the fullness of her hips, the bit of slouch in her stand, might make people discard her as a top model. But not me. She was real, she was glowing, she was softening, she was becoming the most beautiful of women. No 20-something model could pull that figure and beauty off. Lorna was perfection.

As she looked down, I lost myself in her rack again, and her dimples, and her hair, and everything. The curves just oozed in ways she never did in years prior. She was the most beautiful she had ever been. She was a total, voluptuous goddess, in a definition that is very hard to convey unless you see it. It's not about tits, it's not about curves, it's about presence. She was driving me insane, just standing there, not even in a model pose, not even in any bend, shape or position that should be erotic.

I wanted to become one with her more than I had ever before.

And she saw it too. Her eyes got big, then her smile. I don't know if she brought me to Vegas to enjoy her like other men enjoy her, maybe capture a bit of that spark we had when we first met, or if this was just a spontaneous result. I had never taken Lorna for granted, but right now, I felt like I had not enjoyed her enough. I could see she had trouble containing her own lust, and something had to give.
"Can you give us 15 minutes backstage," Lorna asked the magician. "Alone," she added.

No one had to ask for clarification with whom she was talking about. As the few professionals exited, the magician flapped his arms, then shrugged his shoulders. He then left.

Lorna looked at me again, and laughed, "What are we doing?"

I didn't answer her, I just walked towards her slowly. Putting my arm around her small midsection, I walked past her, causing her to turn around to face me towards backstage. Leaving my arm out as I walked past, she ran her hand down my arm until it met my hand.

I led her backstack, just behind the sheer curtains, and started to nibble on her neck from behind her, her rear left quarter. She was beautiful and I wanted to give her everything I could afford, and then more of my soul. With my hair brushing her left check, my lips just below her left ear, I don't know why I said it. But it just came out, "Throw your birth control pills out."

She looked at me by just cocking her head slightly left, enough to see the pupils of her eyes struggling to see me at the extremes of her peripheral vision. Her mouth was open, and it was a bit of a shock. It's not that I did not want k**s, but I kept putting it off every month when she brought it up. But I was now over that, she was me. I wasn't going spring this on her later, I had finally realized it was time. She was just too perfect not to procreate with, and it was my lust finally bringing out my love, taking my fear away.

She didn't answer affirmatively. She didn't need to. I pulled her teddy to the side, and tore through her fishnets tights. As I probed the lips of her entrance, they were as wet as I've ever felt them without foreplay. Then came her command as she tilted her head slightly again, "Get in."

I pulled both of her arms back, and she let out a gasp and even a little chuckle. As my erect member searched for her entrance without any assistance from either of her hands, I took the moment to look over at the mirror to our left side. If there was a goddess of fertility, I think she would be my Lorna.

It was at that moment that my hips glided forward and I curved into Lorna's depths. I wanted to feel every inch of her curves through that teddy, but my eyes just lost themselves as if I was watching a pornographic scene outside of myself. Feeling her I would only cum faster, and I wanted to starve off what would likely be an emotionally-driven, fast, premature ejaculation. The rush of the moment overcame her as well, and it was very difficult for her not to quiver and flood her own canal. It was the most velvet intercourse I had ever experienced with her without any foreplay, and just when I wanted to slow down after a few minutes, I had already hit the point of no return.

he looked at me by just cocking her head slightly left, enough to see the pupils of her eyes struggling to see me at the extremes of her peripheral vision. Her mouth was open, and it was a bit of a shock. It's not that I did not want kiss, but I kept putting it off every month when she brought it up. But I was now over that, she was me. I wasn't going spring this on her later, I had finally realized it was time. She was just too perfect not to procreate with, and it was my lust finally bringing out my love, taking my fear away.

She didn't answer affirmatively. She didn't need to. I pulled her teddy to the side, and tore through her fishnets tights. As I probed the lips of her entrance, they were as wet as I've ever felt them without foreplay. Then came her command as she tilted her head slightly again, "Get in."

I pulled both of her arms back, and she let out a gasp and even a little chuckle. As my erect member searched for her entrance without any assistance from either of her hands, I took the moment to look over at the mirror to our left side. If there was a goddess of fertility, I think she would be my Lorna.

It was at that moment that my hips glided forward and I curved into Lorna's depths. I wanted to feel every inch of her curves through that teddy, but my eyes just lost themselves as if I was watching a pornographic scene outside of myself. Feeling her I would only cum faster, and I wanted to starve off what would likely be an emotionally-driven, fast, premature ejaculation. The rush of the moment overcame her as well, and it was very difficult for her not to quiver and flood her own canal. It was the most velvet intercourse I had ever experienced with her without any foreplay, and just when I wanted to slow down after a few minutes, I had already hit the point of no return.

Letting go of her arms, I grabbed across her stomach with my left arm, and across her breasts with my right. Cupping her left breast with my right hand, almost starting to clasp it to release the stress and tention that was shooting through my manhood right up into her, her rear pressed back into my pelvis. She turned her head and we met for one deep snog. I breathed through my nose as she moaned, muffling her sounds as she breathed the same.

My first convulsion did not break our kissing, but my second was violent enough that we were exchanging saliva at the tip of our tongues. She pushed her tongue back into my mouth as we joined pelvis to ass again in one motion, no longer opposites as I was spurting inside of her instead of going in and out. As calming as it was, the thought of her voluptuous body housing the womb my batter was filling up took it to a new level. Conception, actual conception, was turning me on in ways beyond what I had ever fantasized it might be.

I pulled from her mouth and leaned back. Pulling both of her straps to the sides, her breasts were exposed and I cupped both, one with each hand. I threw my pelvis back and then pounded forward hard, three times in long succession, as if the full release of all my batter was dependent upon it. She smiled as I finally started to hunch over, and press the side of my left cheek into her back. She patted my hips and part of my ass with her right hand, letting me know she understood why I needed her so badly. I stayed in her as long as I could, until I heard voice return a few minutes later. She pulled her teddy back to its center, and we made our way back to the service elevators to return to our room.

I could not stop kissing her in the elevator, and pressed the close door button when it stopped short of our level. My cum was dripping through the bottom of the teddy, all over the carpet, but we didn't care. Finally reaching our level, we sprinted to our room, looking at each other like this wasn't remotely over. As I pushed her on the bed, and proceeded to give myself sloppy seconds, I thought about what we would both be thinking some 9 months from now.

Because what was happening in Vegas was going to not going to stay in Vegas.