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Big Butt Queen [Chapter Two]

December 26, 2007

Chapter 2: New abundance

My work place is ruled by an asshole, my boss, who often treats his employees in horrible ways. He is always trying to seduce the women of the office, but he’s never successful. I believe he especially hates me, because most women love me instead. Especially older women: they are happy to see someone who can enjoy a healthy, mature body and so they are always flirting with me. I have had many adventures, especially with Susie, who had enormous, pendulous boobs. She had noticed my glances since the day I was hired. Every time I saw her she was sporting miles of cleavage, with pounds and pounds of jiggling flesh and a joyful smile. We had many sensual and sexual encounters, and I think many people in the office knew about that, my boss included. He, unfortunately, had no luck with Susie. Susie started to wear whore-outfits when she found out about my passion for breasts, just to make me “uncomfortable”. She was very sweet and playful, especially when we were alone in the office. Every time she caught me staring, she would start laughing, asking me what was wrong. I would always play dumb, contain my smile and then say something funny. It always started very innocently but with that kind of complicity that often leads to something else. (more…)

Big Butt Queen [Chapter One]

December 19, 2007

This is an old story of mine in three parts… original idea came from a French gentleman called Tyala, if you read this man, I salute you 🙂

Chapter One: Rita

I am a lucky man. The morning when my life changed forever I woke up with my wife Rita riding morning wood that rages during that brief time between sleep and consciousness. I was having a dream about a high school teacher who had huge chunky boobs, always exposed in some form of cleavage. At the time I used to ogle them like a pervert, especially when she was walking around the class-room jiggling them in front of me.

While I was drifting through the images of her in my mind I realized something was going on outside the dream, but I didn’t want to wake up. A few minutes went by while I was in a weird yet pleasant no-man’s land, half-asleep, half-awake. I slightly opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Rita’s meaty butt right on top of my cock. Rita has one of the juiciest and thickest butts I’ve ever seen. I love big, fleshy butts, and she has a lot of flesh in that department. She is so curvy I get hard just thinking about her. She was slowly riding me facing the opposite direction, completely naked. What I was feeling in my dream was actually coming from the outside world! All of a sudden, I was invaded by the warmth surrounding my cock and by the sensual sight of my wife’s ass. My body reacted accordingly. I felt a huge throbbing of new blood as it pulsed through my cock. Rita felt it too, because she moaned as my cock unexpectedly expanded some more inside of her. I felt my thick throbbing boner enlarging and pushing against my wife’s vagina walls. Rita moaned, moved a little, and then plunged herself down again, but very slowly. She released a slow motion moan as she was going down, widening her legs a little bit. Her hips were very inviting, with all that opulent rotundity, but I stopped myself from grabbing them. I just wanted to see where she was going.

Her small waist made her huge butt look even bigger than what it really was. Which measures like 40-28-50, Rita has that sexy hourglass body I always admired, with the waist of a top-model but the ass of a Big Beautiful Woman. Well, I guess top-models have skinnier waists these days, but I’m sure they don’t enjoy sex like Rita does.

Rita has always been proud of her enormous derriere. She routinely gets lusty glances from my male friends, obviously envious of such a healthy girl. Not to mention bitchy comments from the “good” skinny or wanna-be skinny girls. She is so proud that when we go out she even emphasizes it, with tight low-cut jeans, miniskirts that can’t possibly cover her entire butt, Daisy-Duke-of-Hazard shorts and tops that are always revealing her navel. She has huge, toned and muscular thighs although they’re still covered with cellulite. However, instead of being ashamed of that, Rita always reacts in the opposite way, exposing those meaty hams to everyone. Many times I would get a hard-on walking next to her, and often I would even reach over and gently squeeze a part of her thigh or the bottom of her butt. She adores the attention and my groping always makes her feel sexy and wanted.

And now, my dream girl was playing with my cock, pleasing herself. Seeing all this flesh in front of me made my cock hard as a rock. I could feel myself penetrating her in such a way that she looked like she was being held up in the air like a flag on top of a pole. She was making my cock hit every wall of her pussy, completely indulging herself with my dick. I felt the rubbery texture of her G-spot, along the underside of my cock head doubling our pleasure.

She kept moving slowly, carefully pressing that spot hard down on my cock. Occasionally, when I thought I was right “on target”, I would push myself up a bit, slamming my hard flesh inside. That was driving her completely crazy. Loud moans began to come out of her mouth and deeper moans escaped from within her as well. In a few minutes she even started “silently begging”, in the sense that she would move up and down slowly and then stop when my cock was on her G-spot, or close enough, holding it there to prolong the experience. She would stay right there, breathing heavy, vibrating, waiting for my thrusts. Her cunt was the tightest at this point. I loved to make her wait.

To please me, Rita would open her legs some more, to show how large she was, how thick her thighs were, how pronounced her curves could be. I love to look at her when she opens her legs. Those wide, welcoming haunches are a poem to fertility and her thick thighs were always an erotic and invigorating sight for me and she knew that. Like a real whore, she would try to entice me with her own pornographic ways of seduction.

After a while, I couldn’t bear it anymore. After all, she was really my Big Butt Queen and I had to pay homage to the Queen. I started caressing up and down her curves, from the small sexy waist to her large chunky hips. I slowly moved my cock in and out, up and down. She was so tight. She liked all that slow motion friction and loved the feel of my strong manly hands roaming freely across her vast globes of flesh.

Unable to resist the temptation she began to grind her pussy down hard on the thick heaving shaft of my cock. She moaned loudly as my hard meat was penetrated her and once buried deep in her soaking wet hole she froze right there, just enjoying the feeling. I admired the amazing softness of her large breeding hips, it was amazing to kneed those rolling curves in the palms of my hands. Rita’s stunning thickness and striking form always pushes me over the top, so I had to be careful.

It was her fat that made sex with Rita so delicious. Her hips were opulent and curvaceous, much larger than my own and filled with toned yet jiggly flesh. I sank my fingers into her thick butt flesh, squeezing those love handles like a stress ball, soft and hard, hard and soft, making my cock throb and push up. At the same time I was keeping my beautiful whore’s fat ass down to hit her spot as hard as I could, right there where she wanted it. Her moans became uncontrollable as she came. I didn’t leave her a way to escape, grabbing tight on her hefty love handles.

I continued to fuck her hard as much as I could trying to hold my orgasm as much as possible. When her moans subsided, I abandoned all restraints and shoved all I had inside of her, as fast as I wanted, as hard as I desired. It was just like heaven to fuck her like that, although I didn’t want to hurt her. Her moans intensified again and after some more thrusts I pulled out and came hard, still holding a chunk of her meaty thigh in my left hand. Rita turned and took my now wilting cock in her mouth and began to clean its entire length with her slippery tongue. She made sure not to miss an inch of my dick as she lapped up the sticky combination of my jizz and her pussy juice.

After washing herself, Rita came back naked, showing her gorgeous figure and girly face. I watched her dressing up, admiring all the jiggling of her abundant body. She put on a bra that pushed up and squeezed together her big tits. The shirt she chose was barely covering her chest, revealing a vast cleavage. I also noticed that her bra was making her boobs jiggle at every little movement. I went closer to her and dived into the open cleavage like a baby. Then she took the panties, and pulled them up her legs. She stretched them as much as she could to let them fit the considerable size of her hips. I watched them sink into that incredible softness and then ran my lips over the bursting fat around the line in which the strings sank. It had such a rich texture. Finally, she slipped inside a pair of jeans that became completely filled by her round thick figure. Especially the legs looked like they were almost going to explode. Her butt cheeks were protruding like two enormous pumpkins.

I watched her walk away into the streets, to begin her day. Every male would turn around to stare at her like a pervert. Noticing their glances, Rita would accommodate their lust by walking like a whore, wobbling the oversized ass to the left and to the right. She knew, being the girl she was, that no other girl had features even close to hers. Such large hips were a maternal hymn to fornication and an eternal source of lust. And she knew it.

When she disappeared from my sight I started to get ready for my day too. I was supposed to interview a new candidate for a position in my company today. As I quickly went through her resume, I was not sure why my boss picked her. The resume was not impressive at all and often very evasive. I decided I was just going to confront her, improvise and see what would come out. Hopefully she would have something interesting to show.


La sete abbondante (parte 3)

December 10, 2007

le enormi mammelle della zia formano una grande vasca di carne (c)

Trascorsi un’estate bellissima con zia Carmela. Ogni giorno mi preparava piatti deliziosi, sia per pranzo che per cena. Come diceva lei, erano molto “ricchi e sostanziosi”. Mangiavamo insieme sul terrazzo, io in calzoni corti e a torso nudo, lei in bikini. Esponeva sempre con tranquillità le sue curve burrosissime. Se non era in bikini, indossava un pareo attorno ai fianchi e una canottiera da cui invariabilmente traboccavano i seni.

La sua cucina era molto saporita e gustosa, talmente buona che facevamo sempre a gara a chi mangiava di più. I dessert erano forse la sua specialità. Ne faceva di fantastici, sempre nuovi e con qualche leggera variazione. Ogni due o tre giorni ne preparava uno, anche se quello precedente non era ancora finito. Nulla andava sprecato, comunque, perchè entrambi eravamo golosi. Era una goduria perchè la zia tagliava porzioni di dolce veramente abbondanti per entrambi. Lei finiva sempre il suo piatto, io quasi sempre.

Finita la vacanza, non vidi zia Carmela per sei anni di fila, nonostante le insistenze con i miei genitori da parte mia e di zia Carmela stessa. La scusa era che dovevo migliorare i miei voti a scuola. Al mio dodicesimo anno, però, riuscii finalmente ad avere ottimi voti, per cui il mio desiderio fu esaudito.

Parlai con zia Carmela al telefono il giorno prima di salire sul treno. Tra le altre cose, ci accordammo su dove mi sarebbe venuta a prendere e a che ora. Era davvero molto contenta di sentirmi, parlammo un po’ dei bei tempi passati e di come avremmo dovuto vederci prima in qualche modo.

Poi, all’improvviso, con una soffusa esclamazione (come se stesse condividendo un segreto) mi disse, “Sapessi come sono ingrassata!”

Il tono della sua voce mi colpì particolarmente e mi fece tornare in mente il suo calore materno. Infatti, più le parlavo più sentivo il desiderio di abbracciarla. Nella mia mente c’era questa immagine di morbidezza e rotondità che non visualizzavo del tutto ma sentivo molto forte, o volevo sentire.

“Madonna… sono davvero molto più grassa, tesoro. Sai che i miei fianchi sfregano nelle porte adesso? Che roba… Cosa vuoi che ti dica, mi sono allargata. Comunque non preoccuparti… anche se la zia è ingrassata ti porta lo stesso in spiaggia, sai?” aggiunse come per tranquilizzarmi.

Il calore delle sue parole mi eccitò non poco, lasciandomi in trepidante attesa per l’indomani. Anche se ero molto giovane avevo già una forte passione per le femmine, e spesso questa mi portava a litigi con le mie coetanee, a cui cercavo insistentemente di stringere le acerbe poccie. Mi limitavo solo alle ragazze con le tette più grosse, ma la maggior parte si lamentava delle mie molestie anche quando non le rigardava. Che stupide.

Il viaggio in treno trascorse senza problemi di sorta. Arrivai assetato per via dell’afa, ma sicuramente zia Carmela mi avrebbe fatto bere dalla sua borraccia. Appena scesi dal treno la vidi venirmi incontro sorridendo. Non c’era molta gente alla stazione. Era davvero ingrassata: le sue curve carnose erano assai evidenti e le sue masse di ciccia ballonzolante non erano certo celate. Notai molti maschi girarsi per contemplare le sue rotondità.

Dopo che le feci ciao con la mano iniziò a correre verso di me per l’eccitazione. I suoi floridi cuscini di lardo iniziarono a rimbalzare con pesantezza dentro i suoi vestiti, come se tentassero di uscire fuori. Soprattutto le gigantesche mammelle, raccolte in un reggiseno-vasca, sguazzavano in modo particolarmente fragoroso, come se la zia stesse correndo con una pentola piena di latte tra le mani. Io seguii semplicemente il mio istinto: lasciai la valigia per terra e le corsi incontro per tuffarmi dentro le sue belle zinne materne. Arrivatole vicino mi accorsi che le sue tette erano veramente enormi e grasse, molto più grandi della mia testa.

Zia Carmela mi accolse a braccia aperte tra quelle soffici montagne ballonzolanti. Il mare di carne nel reggiseno-vasca mi rimbalzò in faccia più volte, mentre la zia mi stringeva a se. A mia volta, io mi aggrappai alla sua vita, poggiando le mie braccia sui suoi grossi fianchi sporgenti per tenermi su. La zia mi strinse a se, schiacciando il mio intero corpo contro il suo e avvolgendomi tra le sue magnifiche colline.

Il mio cazzo divenne duro come non mai e sebbene fossi un po’ confuso, provai subito un immenso piacere. Infatti, l’abbraccio di zia Carmela fece affondare il mio membro eretto, che sporgeva da dentro i calzoni della mia tuta, tra le sue coscione rigonfie di cellulite. Era morbidissima.

Quando mi liberai per un momento dal suo caldo abbraccio notai un paio di persone che si erano fermate a guardarci con la bava alla bocca. Potevo vedere l’invidia stampata sui loro occhi. Per tutta risposta zia Carmela si aggiustò il reggiseno di fronte a loro, sollevando i suoi enormi seni in modo plateale, persino inchinandosi un poco, come per facilitare loro la visione. Poi si girò verso di me, lasciò cadere le mammelle dentro la “vasca” e mentre queste rimbalzavano a destra e a sinistra a più non posso, allungò le braccia in avanti per abbracciarmi. Immersi tutta la mia testa tra le mammelle ballonzolanti e potrei giurare che, tra un bacio e l’altro, la zia guardava gli avventori apertamente negli occhi. Uno di questi non potè fare a meno ti toccarsi in pubblico. La zia gli sorrise bonariamente, e contemporaneamente mi strinse a se un po’ di più. Mi aggrappai alle abbondanti maniglie sui suoi fianchi, dopo averle palpate per bene.

Mentre muovevo la testa dentro il suo seno materno, spingendo le sue grandi masse di carne burrosa a destra e a sinistra, all’improvviso un grosso capezzolo sgusciò fuori dall’enorme reggiseno. Subito iniziò a sgocciolare un po’ di latte, una grossa goccia dietro l’altra, come se quelle sue mammelle da mucca fossero talmente piene che il latte traboccava fuori alla minima occasione. Zia Carmela rise con innocenza ma prontamente afferrò la mammella ribelle e la rimise dentro la “vasca”. Poi mi prese per mano a mi accompagnò a grandi passi verso la macchina, noncurante del lardo che tremolava e rimbalzava sonoramente sotto i suoi passi pesanti.

Sentii un avventore gridare, “Dai il latte al bambino, eh?”

“Mi raccomando!” rispose un altro.

Salimmo sulla macchina tra i fischi e pure qualche applauso. Zia Carmela li ignorò completamente ma allo stesso tempo mi sorrise felice. Ero felice anch’io, e contraccambiai il sorriso senza esitazioni.

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