Miriam's Descent: Chapter 2

Layla heads home after her encounter with Miriam. she should be shaken up after seeing something so lewd right out in the open like that, but she seems strangely excited... turns out she might have a dirty little secret of her own...~

as promised, story for this month! sorry it's a little short, but trust me, these chapters really snowball in length as they go, we're building up to some absolute Girldick Tomes

also, back when i wrote this it didn't occur to me that the way that i've portrayed Layla here makes her come off as literally just a chaser, which is honestly pretty funny to me. "sorry loser, this is real life, the stacked bimbo housewife chaser gets the fat-dicked shut-in nerd gf"

Layla Merton picked up the box of “snug fit” condoms, and sighed. The local drug store was mostly empty; like everywhere in Halfoak, the middle of the day was a time when pretty much everyone else in the sleepy little town was either at work, or at school. The only other person in the store was the cashier, who looked to be so engrossed in her book that Layla could probably have walked right out the door without paying and she wouldn’t even notice. Layla gave it some thought. She’d heard news stories about it; middle-aged suburban housewives, just like her, driven stir-crazy by boredom, and shoplifting just for the hell of it. She snorted softly to herself. That would probably be the most excitement she’d get out of these condoms, too. She was buying them to replace the 20-pack she usually kept in her dresser for the rare occasions when her husband felt like doing anything except snoring loudly and taking as much of the blanket as possible; while cleaning this morning, she’d realised that the old pack of condoms had expired several months ago.

With another despairing sigh Layla took the box, which, like its predecessor, would probably see no more than four or five uses over the next several years, and went to browse the magazines. As she was idly perusing the covers, her ears pricked up as the little bell on the door rang. She turned, curiosity drawing her away from the magazine shelf.

Ah. It’s Miriam. 

The mousy, shy-looking brunette had moved in two doors down from Layla a few months ago, and had kept mostly to herself ever since. From what Layla could gather, she had some sort of stay-at-home job as a programmer, one that must pay rather handsomely if it meant that she could afford to live on her own in the suburbs. She was one of the few people who Layla saw around in the middle of the day, on the rare occasions when the girl left the house. Her appearance was much the same as usual; an oversized sweater with frayed sleeves which offered no hints as to what her body might look like underneath, and an ankle length skirt. She seemed totally oblivious to Layla’s presence; she was staring at the floor and chewing her lip, nervously adjusting her glasses every few seconds. As casually as she could, Layla stepped back towards the magazines, keeping herself partially obscured by some of the other shelves. Miriam was one of those people who seemed to be perpetually embarrassed, and on the few occasions where Layla had cornered her for long enough to have a conversation, she’d learned that stammering, blushes, and nervous tics were pretty much the norm for her. So Layla was rather curious as to why, even by those standards, Miriam looked rather shifty.

The girl moved quickly and furtively, darting into the “sexual health” section where Layla had been only a few minutes prior. That got a raised eyebrow from Layla, which transitioned to a full-blown look of shock when she saw what Miriam was retrieving. She’d gotten onto her knees, to get at the lower shelf where the larger condoms were stored. Then she’d pulled all the boxes out, reaching further and further towards the back. Layla glanced at the discarded boxes.

Large.

Extra Large.

King Size.

All tossed aside without even being glanced at. Layla felt butterflies in her stomach.

Whoever she’s fucking, he’s got a monster cock…

Finally, Miriam retrieved what she’d been looking for; a box from way at the back. The label read XXXL Monster Slut-Breaker , and was accompanied by a borderline pornographic image of a woman tossing her head back and moaning in undisguised pleasure. 

Layla bit her lip. Fuck. Just thinking about the huge, gorgeous cock those condoms were for…

Follow her and find out~

It wasn’t a terrible idea. It wasn’t like she had anything else to do today. And she pointedly refused to think about what it said about the state of her marriage that she was even considering this. She waited until Miriam had paid the cashier, who barely looked up from her book, put the box of micropenis condoms back on the shelf, and followed the girl out onto the pleasantly warm, practically empty streets of daytime Halfoak.

As she wandered along behind Miriam, Layla noticed that the girl seemed to be panting. Breathing heavily. 

Is she ok? I should probably say something…

But before she could, Miriam ducked into an alleyway. Layla paused. She knew that one was a dead end. Following her in there would mean she’d get caught for sure-

“F-fuck… god…”

Oh gosh. A daytime rendezvous with this mysterious, big-dicked lover? In a public place, no less? Layla’s thighs rubbed together. Seeing her cute, embarrassed neighbour getting bent over and pounded in a place like this was worth the risk of being caught, for sure. She peeked around the corner… and her jaw went slack.

There’s… there’s no way…

Miriam hadn’t met up with some anonymous stud. The condoms hadn’t been for a secret lover, and, hurrah, she wasn’t degrading the moral fabric of the town by having sex in a public place.

She was just jerking off her massive fucking cock where anybody could walk by and catch her.

It was gorgeous. Layla felt her mouth watering as she took it in; at a glance, it couldn’t have been less than thirteen inches long, but the exact length was hard to determine, as a long hood of thick, drooping foreskin hung off the end, leaking a pale yellow substance that Layla could smell from several meters away. She didn’t even want to speculate on the thickness. Beneath it, a set of fat, drooping lowhangers brushed Miriam’s knees, the sway and jiggle of them reminding Layla more of a pair of breasts than any set of nuts she’d ever seen.

Miriam was grunting and whining as she tried to pull the condom over the top, stretching a volume of latex that could have contained her husband’s cock several times over to its absolute limits. Layla could hear the material squeaking and protesting as Miriam let out a satisfied little huff, the slick material finally rolling down to cover just over two thirds of her throbbing cock. 

“God… f-finally…” Miriam gasped, pumping her fist up and down her cock, the slick, lewd sounds only enhanced by the coating of rubber.

Layla’s hand went to her crotch without her even thinking about it. This was so fucking depraved! She couldn’t believe that such a display was taking place in a sleepy, idyllic, boring town like Halfoak! This was the best thing that had happened to her in years!

And then, as quickly as it had started, it was over.

Layla let out a strangled whine of disappointment as, after only a minute or so of pumping, Miriam threw her head back and blasted her load into the condom, the plastic around her cockhead inflating like a balloon as rope after rope of thick, yellowed cum stretched the already-abused material to breaking point.

“God… that took way too long…” Miriam gasped, almost a minute later, when her orgasm had finally subsided. She rolled the band up several inches of slowly softening meat, and with a grunt, finally pulled the condom off the end of her cock, deftly tying the end off and pinching the knot between her thumb and forefinger. Being pulled from the woman’s monster cock was no relief for the poor condom; it was filled almost to the halfway mark with nasty nut goo, to the point where the condom was drooping towards the floor with the sheer weight of it.

Miriam held it up to her eyes and, to Layla’s shock, seemed to be almost disgusted with it.

“How obscene…” she groaned, free hand over her mouth as she examined the opaque liquid inside the condom. She reached out and prodded it with her finger, causing it to jiggle and wobble back and forth.

Layla couldn’t help but moan.

Miriam’s eyes snapped up to the end of the alleyway, and the face of her neighbour poking around the wall.

“Oh, fuck me…” her voice was weak, and Layla realised Miriam had every reason to believe her life was over. The way she looked didn’t exactly leave much wriggle room; her skirt was hiked up, and her cock, while softening, was still enormous, and clearly visible. As well as that, her sweater sported a large dark stain under each armpit, the pleasant heat of the midday sun priming her body to sweat as soon as she worked herself up a little. Face to face with her neighbour, looking like that, how could she not panic?

Layla straightened, and cleared her throat. It was obviously awkward for her too; clearly she had been spying on Miriam, there was no other explanation for why she’d been in the position she was.

“So… you uh… couldn’t wait until you were home?” she asked lightly, gesturing at the condom, which was slowly turning in Miriam’s outstretched hand.

Miriam bit her lip, and shook her head.

“I-I’m sorry… I know it’s wrong to do something like that out here, but, well, I ran out of condoms, and I can’t focus on anything else when I need to… you know…” 

Her face was bright red, and her stammer made it very clear that it wasn’t all from being turned on. The poor thing was ashamed of herself! Layla took a sympathetic step closer, and then her nostrils flared as the fucking smell hit her. God, even with almost all of her cum trapped in that condom, the alleyway reeked of jizz… and that wasn’t even mentioning the musky, tangy smell of the girl’s sweat. 

“God…” Layla’s hand went to her mouth.

Miriam looked mortified.

“Oh no, no… I’m really sorry, this must be so gross to you, I sh-should just go... “ she tried to move around Layla and flee, but the older woman shifted and blocked off her escape. She reached out, and took the condom from Miriam’s hand, letting out a soft gasp she felt the porridge-thick goop sliding around inside it, her fingers squishing into the soft material. God, it was so fucking heavy! She felt a line of drool running down her chin as she stared at the thing, the size of a goddamn softball, and then looked back up at Miriam.

“I… I know it’s gross, I just…” 

A million things were running through Layla’s head. Assurances that she understood what Miriam had done. That she wouldn’t tell anyone. That her cock wasn’t gross, it was gorgeous.

And Miriam dashed away before she could say any of it, leaving a slightly dazed and confused Layla standing in the alleyway, full condom in her hand, blinking to herself.

Well, she thought, that was odd.