pepple’s R-18 adventures

What Adelaide saw was what she expected. But what she wasn't expecting was the beast that Pepple was stroking. No, instead of a beast it was more of a monster. His penis had to 3 no 4 times longer than Chris's. His girth was as wide as four or five fingers. She glance down to see that his balls we're gigantic. Each one was big as an apple. Oh my god! How does he move at all with that thing. She watched as he stroked up and down. Even from the door to the bed she could see the pulsing vein pumping blood into it. Pepple stroked violently. He needed all his strength to stroke it. Adelaide was mesmerized. She look away from him no matter what she tried. I didn't know they could get that big. Then she thought of her husband. She scoffed now at the dirty talk he would say during sex. All those times he talk about how big it is and how it was destroying her seemed like the biggest lies in the world. Then Pepple said something that caught her attention. "Madam, oh Madam." Adelaide listened in more now. Me?! He's calling out my name? Adelaide continued listening. "Madam beautiful, madam pretty, madam very pretty." Pepple kept repeating those phases over and over. Adelaide was surprised. Pepple really thinks I'm beautiful? Ever since been married her husband never compliments her in fact he usually only says criticisms about her looks. But Pepple found her beautiful. She couldn't help but blush at that. What am I doing? I'm watching a man that's not my husband pleasure himself. Even though she asked herself that question her feet didn't move. Nor did her eyes move. Her eyes only moved to follow the motion of Pepple's hands moving on his penis. Without realizing it Adelaide hand slowly lifting her dress went down her stomach, down to between her legs. She began playing with clit. And that's when she felt actual pleasure. Pleasure she never had with her husband. It grew and grew to the point she was silently moaning along to the rhythm of Pepple's strokes. Her other hand to grope one of her breasts. Her started to get more and more difficult to control. Then Pepple said something new. "Madam is most beautiful. Madam pretty, Pepple can't breath." Pleasure she felt skyrocketed to those words. Most women wouldn't be turned on by a man simply calling them beautiful let alone a ugly man like Pepple. But Adelaide couldn't say why she was turned on as much as she was. But right now she didn't care, she was finally getting the release she's been waiting for. The pleasure only intensified until. Oh my god. She burst. Her body shivering like it never had before. She clasped to the floor. Not caring if Pepple or anyone heard her. She finally had one. An orgasm. And not only that, that orgasm was to pleasuring herself to an ugly old man. She contemplated on how it came to this. She back in to see if Pepple finished but to her surprise he didn't. What? Chris were have finished three times by now but Pepple looked as if he wasn't even close to being done. She continued to watch to see when he finished, but that time never came. What stamina! Not only did Pepple have size he had the stamina to go with it. Just then Pepple stopped. "Pepple stop, no do this in madam's home." Pepple took his hands off his penis. "Bad Pepple, Bad pepple." Adelaide didn't know what to say. On one hand she was flattered that he held her in such regards, but on the other she also wanted him to keep going. Pepple grabbed his monster and tried to stick it back in his pants but it wouldn't go in no matter how many times he tried. So he just gave up and went back to sleep.

Adelaide quietly closed the door and walked back to her room. Completely forgetting about the glass of water she was going to get. Her mind was a hurricane of thoughts all of which were about Pepple. I wonder what a penis like that would feel like. Then she imagined his huge balls wondering how much semen fit in them. She realized how perverted her thoughts were and shaked her head to get rid of them.

Once she got to bed she laid down next to Chris. Instead of his penis she started thinking about what Pepple said. "Madam beautiful, madam pretty, madam very pretty." Her face turned beet red. Although many men have called her beautiful in her life none had said it with such absolute belief as Pepple which had a massive impression on her. She went to sleep dreaming of Pepple.

X

It was a couple of days since Pepple stayed over. Everything seem back to normal but now there was a secret tension between two people whose eyes would catch glances of each other without the other one finding out. When Pepple was working in the garden Adelaide would be watching him from the window. While Adelaide was cooking and Pepple was cleaning he would glance at her. While that was happening a knock came on the door. Adelaide wiped her hands and went to the door. When she opened it she saw a familiar face. "Mother in law?" The woman was Joan Chris mother. She walked before Adelaide could invite her in. "Hey I'm just he to see my both of my baby boys." Joan walked in like she own the place. She walked to the living room and saw Pepple. Her face shaped in disgust. "Who is this thing?" Adelaide frowned at her mother in law. "This is Pepple he helps around the house since Chris is constantly on missions." Pepple turned in introduction himself and was caught off guard by Joan. For a woman of her age she looked surprising young. Though she was in her late forties to earlier fifties you would think her looks would fade but no. Her blonde hair had a mix of gray that paired well. And her body despite her age could be on the level as Adelaide. Pepple was amazed that a woman her age looked like that. But Joan face twisted into a glare when she noticed Pepple staring at her. "Pepple sorry." He bowed his head. Joan simply scoffed and turned to Adelaide. "So where are my boys?" Adelaide answered. "Chris is on a mission and Adam is asleep upstairs." Her face fell. But since was here Adelaide asked her for a favor. "Mother in law since your here could you watch Adam while I get some more groceries?" Joan smiled at the thought of being with her grandson. "I would love to."