OPULENZIA Quindici: Abbracciare il grasso della Zia

October 20, 2018

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Quando la zia mi si era seduta sopra in montagna, ho potuto finalmente sentire la sua vera grassezza. Abbondava di grasso in larghissime quantita’ tra i suoi fianchi, il grembo, le cosce, il seno da mucca.

I suoi fianchi in particolare erano grassissimi, belli larghi, come una madre Terra molto fertile. Un ammasso di lardo cremoso. Cuscini di accogliente opulenza. Un sogno epicureo. L’abbandono al piacere.

Il grasso dell’interno delle sue cosce era poi qualcosa di speciale. La carne era ancora piu’ morbida, sembrava sciogliersi tra le dita, e c’era un’estrema abbondanza di essa. Si era accumulata li in anni di edonismo, con la gioia di vivere di una madre sempre desiderosa di procreare.

Dare vita.

Dare.

Con quelle cosce poteva farlo.

Era talmente abbondante che c’era un enorme sacca di mortadella che si accasciava lì in mezzo. Un bonus di cellulite a cui lasciarsi andare nel modo più sfacciato. Lei, d’altra parte, lo esibiva spesso in pubblico, con consapevole noncuranza. Me lo faceva palpare, io ci affondavo la mano e la immergevo nel grasso. Era come imburrarsi le dita.

Che bella femmina.

Potevo veramente buttare la mano a caso e afferrare un gnocco di lardo puro, come se fosse infinito.

Da monta.

Il grasso delle sue cosce era quasi oleoso ma asciutto, liscissimo, come il velluto più delicato. Io ci sguazzavo dentro come un bambino nel grembo di Madre Terra. E lei mi ripeteva di continuo, “caro, ti piacciono le coscione della zia? Ti piacciono?”

Come una meretrice esperta.

“Mi sono ingrassata tanto per te, caro, lo sai? Guarda le coscione della zia, guarda… come ti sembrano? Anche da bambino ti piaceva toccarle, lo sai?”

She told me this story over and over, she never got tired of reminding me of how I always loved her and she always adored me. I loved the fact that she adapted her adoration in a more adult way now. She made me grow as a human being.

Come sei bello, caro, fatti spupazzare dalla zia…
vieni qua che ti abbraccio,
che ti spupazzo un po’ tra i miei seni, caro, sì, lo so che ci guardi sempre,
ti piacciono?
ti voglio tanto bene, sai,
la zia ti vuole tanto bene.
stringimi, caro…
oh! caro, sì! stringi il sederone della zia
che ti vuole tanto bene,
guarda, sono tutto tua,
stringimi stretta, ecco, così…

aspetta ti vengo sopra
così siamo più vicini

Vuoi, vero? gli vuoi bene alla tua ziona, lo so…
bravo, si, ecco… vieni qua, allora…

When she was in heat she would just come to me like that, stripping naked or barely clothed — like wearing a low cut shirt that exposed her giant rack or rocking a summer dress that was making a tent around her bulbous ass — demanding a skin to skin hug which inevitably grew in a fondling session.

She also loved to have me fondle her in public. Bella culona. She loved to hug me whenever she had a chance, blatantly inviting me to hug her back. She had an imposing shape that would always stand up in public. That of a giant steatopygous goddess, Willendorfian in her dimensions, with the widest fattest hips.

The first time I put my open hand on one of her hips in public, she hugged me closer and kissed me. My fondling became inevitable, I could not hold back. My face into the softness of her chest, my hand sinking in into the buttery flesh of booty. BUTT-er, she was.

I saw another guy looking at us and especially Carmela’s fat, and his girlfriend slapped him right there and then — although from that moment on she would start eating more, to the improvement of their sex lives.

Another time in summer we decided, like many other times, to go on a little hike. But for this particular occasion she decided to wear this amazing, soft clingy red dress, that left little to the imagination.

I hugged her imposing figure, the soft shoulders, the cushiony belly, the gigantic breasts, the even more gigantic hips, and the enormous mounds of cellulite of her pig-sized thighs. I felt in heaven. So many men were transfixed by her jiggliness.

Ziona come sei grassa! Che bella cicciona che sei, sei gonfia di lardo. Che bello il tuo culone grasso. Sei proprio una cicciona grassissima, zia, che coscione da mucca….sei uns mucca da carne coi fianchi grassi quanto sei tanta. I can’t stop looking at the fat on your hips, you’re so soft all over, I love hugging you, squeeze you…. your thighs are giant prosciutti, loaded with lard. Much so much.

I feel her massive softness.
Mating with mother Earth.

END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Truly gigantic and massive ass

April 7, 2018

First of all, who is the beautiful Woman in this clip?

Her ass is like a beautiful white mountain of beauty. Her proportions compared to the male lover mating with her are awe-inspiring.

More than 4 times thicker.

She is endowed with large mounds of flesh. She knows her lovers will inevitably lose themselves in them. Her gigantic ass will jiggle at every little movement of her body.

And so the question stands: who is the beautiful Goddess in this video?

The skinny and the fat

March 17, 2018

montami e basta

The soldier was about to be rewarded for his efforts. They told him to wait, fully naked, in a room. Some heavy metal music was playing. They told him that this reward will teach him a lot about himself.

A beautiful, svelte model entered the room. Her body was a dream of curves, toned skin and blonde hair. Her hips were probably a generous 44 inches, with long legs. The man enjoyed that dreamy vision. It felt like in a movie.

But she did not immediately catch his body’s attention. She had to work for it, dance around him, and provoke him.

Then, after this skinny girl, Sadie came out.

As she walked out, the hundreds of pounds of junk in her trunk jiggled and bounced literally everywhere. His body this time was immediately interested. Uncontrollably so.

“You like my junk, uh?”

Every time Sadie would go closer to him, he pulsated desire.

“Massage it…”

His hands disappeared inside one buttock. It was a giant blob of fat. As he experienced her fatness, the slim curvaceous model approached him, kissing him, caressing him down there. She licked his girth and tasted how excited he was. He had the kind of passion that only a hungry soldier can have.

She exploited his passion with no guilt.

And somehow she felt impregnated.

But she noticed that he did not come because of her, but rather by being buried into one of Sadie’s hips. His face was suckling the abundance of her breeding hips. That’s how he came. And she noticed how that wide load was keeping him hard.

He was a beast in heat, and that gave her pleasure.

When she pulled out, he threw himself onto Sadie, who was calling him by name. She pushed him against the wall with the giant mass of her butt. She had so much fat on her ass that even if he was grabbing onto it with his whole hands, he was still pushed around by the giant lakes on her buttocks, whose waves were tall and splashy. He came again, like that, and this time his body felt like it was melting into the ocean of her curves.

OPULENZIA: Fourteen cows in the Alps, and Carmela’s dowry

October 23, 2017

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Zia Carmela decided we should spend the rest of the summer in the mountains. She loved nature, its slow sounds, its openness as well as its laws, and she loved being free, feeling the crisp breeze on her bare skin.

She especially loved the Alps, the tall chain of Italian mountains that defines the upper border of the Peninsula. She really loved going in a remote malga in Trentino, surrounded only by cows and the silence of nature.

So that’s where we went.

As we were walking toward the refuge, the brisk air became noticeable, like a caress from the goddesses. The calm and quietness of everything around us revealed itself. For a moment, I stood there in awe at the earthy beauty of all.

To participate in this moment, Carmela, at peace with the honesty all around us, showed the full volumes of her breasts. The girth of her curves was radiant in the summer light. Her decolletè, absolutely gorgeous.

“How you doing, my dear?”

Having been there never before in my life, it was all new to me. But Carmela knew more what to expect, and actually looked like she was at home. She took off her jacket and walked the path in just her low-cut summer dress and skimpy semi-transparent skirt. The fresh breeze swept through her hair down to her thighs, as a lover full of desire.

Occasionally she’d stop to sit down and rest. Sometimes, I swear, I thought she was stopping just to expose her very generous cleavage. That lush valley between two jiggly mountains of flesh, bursting at the seams and thick like a bed of pillows.

Zia Carmela knew I was always staring but she always let me look. During the walk a couple times she smiled and opened her arms to me, leading my face into her maternal bosoms.

“Come here dear, come to auntie, let me hug you a little,” she said knowing what I coveted.

“Che belle le tue tettone, zia, che morbide…”

“Fatti spupazzare, caro, spupazza i miei seni…” The softness of her boobs was infinite. She was offering them to me just like that. I just hoped I had what she was looking for.

One tease after the other, finally we arrived. We settled in and soon went back outside to continue to enjoy the sunshine. She took out cheeses of various kinds, bread, lard, wine. We set everything up on the patio table, Zia Carmela occasionally directing me, while I wasn’t able to stop looking at her.

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