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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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I love

April 2, 2017

I love my wife’s hips
the chunks of meat i can grab
I love that I can fill more than my wide, open hand
she’s so deep
so much junk
I love that i can lift her booty when we mate
I love to feel her weight on me
the weight of her fat dropping on me, especially
I feel so lucky to have so much
I open my legs ready to receive all of her abundance
Her big, meaty legs around me
When i caress them my fingers sink into her lard
it feels like warm butter
it’s good to feel so much meat around you
I feel safe
my only attention is to her graces
the grace of her soft legs meeting her cute plump belly
the richness of the flesh on her waist
when i reach her booty i am ready to go
ready to enter her womb again
I love to open my arms and feel the wide load
of her big, fleshy hips
I love them so much
I love to be between them
immersed in them, in all their opulence
quella bella culona, così generosa, così tanta,
piena
gonfia
bella grassona, tutta mia
her shelf booty is so meaty that it feels amazing when you
lift it
and then you let it drop on yourself,
all that meat splashing onto your basis
i love to feel like i own all that beauty
those big fat wide hips
quickly i realize that all my friends deal with smaller booties
except one whose wife is a close friend of my wife
she has an even bigger booty, ripe with flesh
like a fat booty queen
anyway i love to feel the flesh of my wife on me
then
i submerge my head into her breast
her bosom welcomes me surrounding me in its flesh
her chest is so generous
ha due tettone grosse il triplo di quelle di Serena Grandi
mi piace mungerla mentre mi è sopra
i grab one giant boob with both hands and squeeze
her nipple between my lips
into my mouth
I milk her, squeezing her flesh
che tettona
tettona culona
grassa come una bella mucca
her abundance is even more revealed when sometimes
while she’s on top I twist my body a bit
pulling my head outside of her breast
to face the ocean of flesh on her waist and hips
oh my god how hot is she
her hips bulge out like ancient godly amphorae
overflowing with beauty, cellulite, flesh
and dripping over into her giant thighs
wider than my wide open hand
I cannot grasp one thigh with one hand
it’s too wide
but i can feel its abundance when i
sink my palm into the softness of her thigh flesh
I squeeze, I love, I lust
quanta carne
bella cosciona grassa
cicciona, tanta
I squeeze, I love, I adore
her

OPULENZIA: the Thirteenth Chapter, or when Curves expose the Weaknesses of Youth

May 21, 2016

Curve a non finire

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We dropped the groceries at the car. As we moved each bag in, the weight of the bags made my body swing almost out of balance, making me innocently bump into Carmela’s padded volumes. Oops. Bella culona grassa…

Then, instead of jumping back in the car and going home as I expected, Carmela stopped on her feet and declared “Come on, let’s go.”

Eden MorShe led me back to the mall, sort of in a hurry. The very steady pace made her breasts bounce wildly. Her nipples became erected.

We went into the ladies restroom. She took me by the hand and pushed me against the wall. She pulled down my pants in the atrium and she exposed me in front of all the ladies there. Everybody was looking. I caught a beautiful tettona looking at me straight in the eye. Le mangiai le tette con gli occhi, immaginandomi di succhiarle le mammelle gonfie di latte.

In order to draw my attention back, Carmela simply lifted her own skirt and revealed her gigantic hips. That’s all she had to do. They were so fat. All of a sudden nobody could compare. She moved in my direction, slowly, her lard exposed and jiggling everywhere. My penis lifted itself up steadily at the vision of all that cellulite, while the rest of my body was paralyzed in awe. I couldn’t even control it. ‘Twas like I was being transformed into something perversely different, but that I knew intimately.

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The mountains of lard on Brie’s hips

May 11, 2015

Brie’s endowed with obese curves. Her hips are a mountain of cellulite.
They jiggle like waves in a pool.
Her lover can’t believe that he got so lucky.
He always dreamed about holding a giant pair of hips. And now he has all that fat in front of him. No muscular tone, just pure cellulite. It jiggles everywhere, the sex of opulence. Pillows of fat to lift and squeeze, and hold on during mating. She lays there, offering those heavy mountains of lard, knowing that’s all she needs to do. And then the bonus fat of her thighs, because despite all the creaminess of the hips, her thighs are padded columns of lust.

Fondling Brie Brown’s hips

April 7, 2015

brie's hips are made to squeezed

I love how the enormity of Brie’s hips make her lover so passionate to squeeze them. Brie lies there shoving her immense girth to him. She’s in control. The copious cellulite on her buttocks is unmatched. He never saw anything this wide, this soft. She knows that her bonus fat drives men crazy.

“Squeeze my fat, squeeze it, it’s all cellulite, pure…”

It’s so reassuring to have so much ass to play with. So wide. Softness everywhere. From left to right. It’s all fat ass.

Please Brie, keep gaining!


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