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Overhead, the steady drumming of the summer rain could be heard. He sat on the bench right in front of her kiosk, enjoying the heated glares she was shooting at him. The mall was fairly empty on this rainy weekend; many of the stores had vacated the dying mall. Looking around, he could see many of the abandoned storefronts had the rolling grates in front of the darkened cubicles.
The newest addition to the mall, a large discount box store had been projected to breathe new life into the slowly deteriorating shopping center. And for a few weeks, there had been some hustle and bustle and renewed activity associated with the new store. Then the shine had worn off and the mall’s traffic gradually declined again.
He watched as she flirted with a handsome, muscle bound blond man. The blond requested soy milk; he was vegan. He watched as his ex-girlfriend casually pushed her naturally curly red hair behind her ear and licked her full lips. Her beautiful green eyes looked up at the tall customer as she prepared his Tropical drink. Banana, pineapple chunks, and soy milk went into the blender. Then she topped the beverage with some coconut shavings.
He smirked when his ex-girlfriend had to jump up on the step to ring up the man’s order. He had built that step for her; she was four feet, eight inches tall and had a 23 inch chest, a 22 inch waist and 25 inch hips and backside. Her face was covered by red splotches of pimples, the curse of many nineteen year old girls. He could see the medication her doctor had prescribed was working, though.
Customer gone, sauntering around the nearly vacant mall, the ex-couple resumed their hostile glares at one another. Tiring of this, he got to his feet and walked toward the other kiosk in the main breezeway of the mall. The young man that stood behind the counter flirted with the ex-boyfriend while making a cinnamon Frappuccino. He was polite but firm in his refusal.
Turning, he almost collided with a young pregnant beauty. His apology was answered with a beatific smile and shrug. Taking a sip of his beverage, he watched the young woman walk away, her long blonde ponytail swishing back and forth as she walked.
Her top was a lacy one, held on by a large button in the back. This left much of her smooth back exposed. Her shorts were maternity shorts, leaving her lightly tanned legs bare. Her flip flops slapped the tiled floor as she slowly ambled along the main breezeway of the mall. He watched as the pregnant girl stopped at his ex-girlfriend’s kiosk. She ordered a blueberry smoothie, her contented smile on her square face as she watched the young red head prepare the beverage. Taking her drink, the pregnant girl meandered toward the large box store at the end of the breezeway.
He followed the pregnant girl; his cock painfully trapped in his black button fly jeans. As he passed his ex-girlfriend, he ‘scratched’ an itch on his left cheek with his middle finger. He smirked when he heard his ex-girlfriend’s squeal of indignation.
He drained his Frappuccino and dropped the empty cup into the waist barrel in the middle of the artfully arranged stone benches. The mall had spent a great deal of money just a few years ago; the pandemic had really taken its toll on the mall. In an effort to draw customers in, the mall had done what it could to maximize social distancing while still making it accessible for shoppers. It had not worked, though. Fear kept some from coming. And for others, they found ordering on-line to be far too convenient. Rather than waste gas and time and risk catching the dread disease, they sat on their couches and clicked on ‘Buy It Now’ links.
Turning toward the big box store, he thought he caught sight of his quarry. She seemed to sense a chase was on; she managed to stay a few steps ahead of him.
He, of course, did not want to be too obvious, so he stopped from time to time, examining various items on the shelves or the racks. There were fındıkzade escort very few shoppers in the store; the majority of the store’s employees just stood around, pretending to straighten items.
Overhead, the rain continued to drum, an oddly soothing sound. He smirked; he knew the box store had paid a great deal of money for their sound system but the rain was drowning out the piped in music.
He saw the pregnant girl stop in the Maternity section. He put the bargain brand jeans back on the shelf; they were not button fly and he preferred button fly. A salesgirl stopped him and asked if she could help him. The pregnant cutie was still looking at the dresses so he asked about button fly jeans. With a smile that revealed teeth in need of an orthodontist’s attention, the salesgirl showed him the rack at the end of that aisle.
Turning after finding a faded blue pair and a dark blue pair in his size, he did not see the pregnant girl. The salesgirl pointed to the fitting rooms which were just past the lingerie section and he hustled to that area.
Entering the large room, he saw six openings, each with a curtain rod and flimsy curtain. Three were to the left and three were to the right. Only one room had the curtain pulled closed; he wondered if it might be the cute pregnant girl.
His cock, which had deflated slightly as he’d searched for jeans in his size again shot up painfully. He imagined the blonde girl, standing nude as she tried to pull the dress on over her head. Her breasts would be a good handful, nipples dark and puffy as her breasts prepared to produce milk. Her belly would be big and swollen, her navel just a dark bump on her distended flesh. Of course she was a natural blonde so her bush would be delightful blonde curls covering her fat pubic mound.
Suddenly, a bare arm stuck out of the curtained off fitting room, beckoning to him. He smiled tightly; obviously he had not been as sly as he had believed himself to be. With an embarrassed shrug, he walked over to the fitting room, jeans underneath his arm.
Her shorts and plain white panties were on the bench next to her. She still wore her top as she sat on the comfortable padded bench. She smiled, spreading her legs and showing him her thatch of blonde curls and her inner lips, pink and slick with her excitement.
She wasted no words as she pulled him to the bench. Deftly unsnapping the three buttons that comprised his fly, she freed his six inches of thick cock and bent her head. She giggled; her big belly made this very cumbersome. He stood up and she smiled her gratitude.
Her tongue wormed between his thick foreskin and his very sensitive glans. Her small hand wrapped around his cock and she stroked him. In the mirror he could see her other hand had dropped to her pussy and she was rubbing her fat little clitoris with abandon.
Looking down, he watched her deep brown eyes roll back into her head. Apparently, this girl loved sucking cock; her enjoyment was quite evident.
She had more than half of his cock in her mouth when he warned her he was close. Her head bobbing and hand pumping picked up speed. He put his hand on the wall over her head to brace himself and, with a strangled groan pumped a torrent of sperm into her throat.
Laying back across the padded bench, she dropped her legs to either side of the bench. He knelt on the bench and stuck his head between her parted thighs. Her pussy was glistening with her juices and he fervently lapped at her essences. Her taste was musky with a hint of saltiness. Capturing her clitoris with his lips, he gently nipped at the sensitive bud and she let out an involuntary bark of pleasure. As she bucked in pleasure, he lapped at her lips. Then he eased his renewed erection into her very hot, very tight pussy. With a head nod, she encouraged him to fuck her hard, as hard as her belly would allow.
She soon gave another bark of pleasure, then put her hand on his chest. He pulled out, even though he was desperate to climax. With a smile, she rolled off of the bench, then got on the bench again on her hands and knees. Looking at her ample haunches, he almost coated her buttocks and back with his semen.
Somehow, though, he managed to stave off the ejaculation. He stood behind her, straddling the bench with his cowboy boots flat on the floor. Lining himself up with her again, he slowly worked himself into her pussy aksaray escort from behind. She gave a whimper of approval. She then gave another bark of pleasure when he reached underneath her loose top and grabbed her braless breasts. She barked again as he squeezed her small breasts quite hard.
Looking down, he saw the pregnant girl’s brown star. Releasing her right breast, he wet his thumb in his mouth and pressed the spittle wetted digit against her anus. She stiffened, then shuddered in pleasure.
She held up her small hand and again, he forced himself to stop. She bent to the floor, almost falling from the bench and retrieved her large vinyl purse from the floor. Rooting around in the cavernous bag, she produced a bottle of cheap lotion.
Grabbing the bottle, he greased his fingers. She let out a low groan as he brought his middle finger to her anus and pressed the tip of his finger to her clenched orifice.
Working his finger into the pregnant girl’s rectum, he once again began fucking her. Her pussy made squelching sounds as he pulled out, then pushed in. And his index finger joined his middle finger. He watched her anus flower open when he pushed his greasy ring finger into her anus. And she nodded her head.
Pulling his cock from her drooling pussy, he greased his cock, then pressed the head of his cock against her shiny rosebud. She grabbed her shorts and bit down on them as he pushed steadily against her resisting hole.
His foreskin curl back as he slowly entered her backdoor. He could feel her muscles rippling, squeezing, trying to prevent his entry. Despite her improvised gag, she let out a small squeal of pain when his cockhead and foreskin popped past her struggling sphincter.
Grabbing her wide hips in his hands, He steadied himself. His natural instinct was to simply drive himself fully into her rectum. Instead, he forced himself to slow down. She gave a small jerk of her head and he slowly pushed forward. The heat and the tightness were indescribable as inch after steady inch slowly entered her guts. When he was fully inside of her, she shuddered once, twice, then let out a bark of pleasure. He began to pull out of her and she let out a whimper, then a sigh. He pushed back in, feeling his foreskin rasp along her rectal walls. He was progressing slowly; obviously he was too slow for his partner’s tastes. She began to slam herself back to meet his forward thrusts.
Grinding his jaws, he began to fuck her with purpose. Just as she let out a keen of pleasure, he began to pump his semen into her bowels. She collapsed forward on the bench, her belly propping her cute ass up as she lay gasping and panting.
Pulling his wilting cock from her stretched, raw looking anus, he grabbed his handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped his slimy cock clean. His ex-girlfriend had given him a set of three handkerchiefs monogramed with his initials and he could not bring himself to discard the precious item in the small wastebasket out in the main hall of the fitting room. Grimacing, he stuffed the soiled scrap of cloth into his back pocket again.
Exiting the fitting rooms, he nodded his thanks to the helpful salesgirl and she beamed. Bringing both pair of jeans to the row of cash registers, he saw that there were only two cashiers working, despite there being ten registers. Getting into the closest lane, he watched as the pregnant girl slowly walked out of the store. She turned and gave him a secretive little smile before turning left and exiting the mall. Overhead, the drumming of the summer rain had abated slightly. Looking at his watch, he saw that the pregnant girl had timed it pretty close for the estimated time of arrival for the afternoon bus.
He bought both pair of jeans; if they did not fit, he could simply return them. But he was a size 32 X 34; they should fit him just fine. He thanked the cashier and she nodded before turning to the next customer in line.
Walking to the eastern wing of the mall, he found the restrooms. After a very satisfying piss, he did his best to clean his cock of cheap lotion and other matter. Looking into the mirror, he felt a sense of shame. He’d come to the mall specifically to taunt his girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend. He had not come here to cheat on her. Even if they were broken up, he still felt guilty for cheating on her with a nameless pregnant girl. Overhead, the rain had picked up again, eyüp escort hammering the roof with hard waves of rain.
Stepping outside, he looked toward the poorly covered bus stop. He did not see the pregnant girl. He cursed lightly; the parking lot lights were beginning to flicker on but not all of the lights came on. He did not like how dark it got; it wasn’t even six o’clock yet and this relentless rain did not help.
Reaching his car, he threw the bag with his new genes into the rear seat then turned on some classic Metallica. Not for the first time that day, that week, he wondered why he and his girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend had fought, had broken up. She was sweet, funny, sensitive, caring; up until four days ago, he was pretty sure he loved her. She had said many, many times that she loved him.
Pulling out of the parking lot, he made an illegal left turn. His luck held out; there were no police officers around to see the illegal maneuver.
Just before turning onto his street, he saw two police cruisers on the side of the road. And sandwiched between the two cruisers he saw his ex-girlfriend’s step-brother’s car. Taking another look, he saw her step-brother sitting in the back of the second cruiser, blood seeping from a cut on the side of his head. Looking again, he could see the damage to the front driver’s side quarter panel.
He knew his ex-girlfriend depended on her step-brother to come and get her; especially now that they were broken up. He knew she would already be waiting; her shift ended at five thirty. She would be waiting next to the side entrance of the Mall’s movie theater. She liked to sit there; it was well-lighted, offering some security. The rain had slowed somewhat; he wondered if the small metal awning over the theater doors would offer enough protection from the elements.
He told himself it was not his problem; they were broken up. She had been the one to break up with him; again, he could not remember all the details, all the when and why of it.
Turning onto his street, he sighed and pulled into a driveway. He carefully backed out and approached the stop sign. He was careful to obey all traffic laws as he pulled onto the street again.
Sure enough, she was leaning against the wall next to the side entrance of the theater, huddling against the wall to keep out of the rain. And, standing next to her was one of the security guards. He knew this security guard and knew his ex-girlfriend was somewhat frightened of this man. The guard did not seem to respect her personal space and also made weird comments. It was nothing overt, nothing she could complain about, but still, the guard just made her nervous.
He pulled up and lightly tapped the car horn. His ex-girlfriend and the security guard both looked over at him. He could tell the guard was extremely upset that his little moment was being interrupted. His ex-girlfriend looked apprehensive; she was weighing which was the worse of two evils. Being in a car with her ex-boyfriend or out in slightly dark, somewhat isolated area with the creepy guard.
He tapped the horn again and tried to give his ex-girlfriend a reassuring smile. With a nod of her head, she approached the passenger door of the car. The guard made the comment that a real gentleman would have gotten out and opened the door for her. She ignored the guard’s comment as she jerked the car door open.
When she got in, he told his ex-girlfriend about seeing her step-brother in the rear of the police cruiser. She was horrified; she’d sent numerous text messages begging her step-brother to hurry up. The guard had actually followed her outside of the mall, trying to impress her with his tales of video games. The longer she’d waited for her step-brother, the more nervous she’d become.
“I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled out of the parking lot’s north exit.
“Me too,” she whispered, bottom lip quivering.
“Can we try again? I, I miss you, miss being with you,” he said as he pulled his car into her driveway.
Her answer was a crushing hug and a searing kiss. He agreed to come in; she wanted to introduce him to her cousin whom had just come to stay with them for a few days.
Entering his girlfriend’s home, he came face to face with her cousin, the pregnant girl.
The End
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