color me feral

She blushed, looking down to her feet. The direction of her feet, anyway. Her breasts and belly were too big for her to get a good look. Already, he was thoroughly hypnotized by the toenail polish that glimmered in the firelight with her every step. She approached him slowly, every part of her quivering as she moved. Christ, every inch of her called to him, but her hefty ass was something special to behold. 

Her sheer tank-top was oversized and offered a perfect eyeful of her dark areolas. Her nipples firmed behind the fabric. 

At first, he didn’t know if she wore underwear or not. As she drew closer, her dark green panties became evident. The thin fabric could do nothing to stop the full bush that curled out of its confines. 

“You’re sure?” she asked softly, hands clasped behind her back. All this did was make her perfect chest push forward. “It’s not too much?” 

His twitching cock answered for him as it strained against the confines of his briefs. Immediately, a relieved smile spread across her face. Seeing her evident comfort, he drew her close to kiss. Immediately, his hands slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear. She let out a surprised little gasp, ass quaking in response to his teasings. She couldn’t help a flustered, aroused laugh as he kneaded her wide butt cheeks. He massaged them, squished them, worshipped them. 

“Snf! Oh, dear, o-one moment…” 

She pulled away to snatch two tissues from the box on the mantle, folding them over her nose. She wasn’t able to get a single blow out before doubling at the waist. Three big, allergic sneezes tore out of her. He had no choice but to watch her heavy breasts bounce along with her even heavier butt. The ripples in her ass cheeks alone had him sweating. 

“Bless you, angel…” he said on a shivering exhale. He slowly approached her, wrapping his arms around her. He massaged her breast from behind, feeling her nipples perk through the sheer fabric of her tanktop. “Haven’t sneezed that pollen out yet?” 

“hAHHsheuww!” “Of course. My mistake. Bless you, heart.” She sniffled dazedly, her sneezy expression making his cock twitch again. God, she was beautiful. He watched in the mirror as she took several tissues from the box. Could she feel his arousal at the sheer anticipation of the way she could never blow her nose without sneezing?

As expected, one full nose blow was interrupted by a sneeze that buckled her forward again. He sat patiently as two more tickled sneezes burst from her already irritated nose. 

“Excuse me…” she sniffled, nose scrunching. “I’m--snf! I’m nearly over the worst of it…” 

She paused, her nostrils fluttering with a hitch of her breath. 

God, she was beautiful. 

The next sneeze was stuck. He approached behind her once more, watching her expressions in the mirror. His cock pulsed between his legs, eyes traveling from her chest to her nose. She shivered as he wrapped his arms around her. He held her breast through her tank top with one hand and began to massage it. She let out a wobbly moan and met his eyes in the mirror, a look of sneezy desperation on her face. Her lashes fluttered in sync with her nostrils. He gently held her by the chin and slowly turned her head toward the hearth.

 He watched, both enchanted and unbearably aroused, as her eyes locked on the glow of the fireplace. Her nostrils went wild, pulsing with the unbearable reaction that always plagued her around a bonfire, on sunny days, and during moments of bright light in a movie. Any form of light could be used as a sneeze button. 

Her nostrils ran as she geared up for a sneeze. He was prepared with tissues, offering them with haste. She desperately clamped them over her nose.

She sneezed.

Good God, did she sneeze. He kept one arm around her substantial waist, her plump body quaking in his hold. The very first sneeze began to weaken the tissues. 

“Ineedmore--” she pleaded before sneezing again. He was prepared, urging the abused tissues away from her messy nose. Her expression was already slacking when he pressed the new tissues to her face. Her bottom, chest and belly bounced with the force of a sudden onslaught of snagging breaths. 

“Heh--! H-Hehhh--!”

 He held her as she hitched, and hitched, and hitched…before finally losing the sneeze. 

“Poor angel…” he cooed, prepared with new tissues when she pulled her current ones away. She gasped as he folded the tissues over her nose himself, beginning to tidy the mess her allergies had made. He began to massage her nostrils through the tissues. Her breath hitched, nostrils pulsing against his hold. Despite the ticklish reaction, she leaned into his contact. Her overworked nose was comforted by the touch, especially with the remaining sneezes in her system. 

He increased the pressure of her nostril massage. Her breath started to hitch. Her running nostrils soaked the tissues he held in no time. “Th-That tickles, sweetheart…”she warned, locking eyes with him in the mirror. 

His free hand began to slide into her panties. He found her awaiting clitoris like an old friend. She shivered, nostrils flaring with a heavy sniffle.

“I know,” he purred, nestling kisses against her warm neck. His voice was husky and unbearably aroused. “That’s why I’m tickling you.” 

She leaned back against him. The firmness of his cock pressed into her plump behind. She reached down and used both hands to spread her ass cheeks. His cock found a home there just as her nose began to take control of her. They weren’t making love, not just yet. 

She buckled toward the fire with another powerful sneeze, making the flames flicker. He watched, thoroughly in love, as she sneezed twice more. He was in heaven as her ass clenched around his length with every sneeze. 

“Bless you, my pretty girl…” 

She snuffled and shut her eyes, exhausted with sneezing. She allowed her husband to take care of her, head lolling back against his shoulder. When he removed the tissues, he had a clear glimpse of both her red, quivering nostrils in the mirror. 

“Thank you, darling. You take such good care of m--"

She shivered, feeling twitches of his erection between her ass cheeks.

“Pardon me, dear…” he whispered. “You…do so much to me.”