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La meretrice grassa

December 30, 2016

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La meretrice grassa mi si avvicinò
mi mostro le sue curve grasse, piene
obese
ostentando i loro volumi enormi
vicino alla mia faccia

un seno di latte cremoso, caldo
un mucchio di cuscini carnosi
gonfi
una mucchia burrosa morbidissima
che si muove sotto i miei occhi

l’abbondanza esotica
il grasso delle tettone
le braccia morbide, vellutate
i folti capelli neri
la vita il ventre il bacino da Giunone dea,
o domina imperiale
madre, zia e amante infinita
prendimi
oltre il tempo
sempre piu’ lussuriosa
opulenta
tanta

(Bella Buxom image (c) SouthernCharms)

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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OPULENZIA: the Twelfth chapter, or a Leap of Faith into the Heavenly Ocean

February 18, 2016

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Previous Chapter

After the unexpected but very pleasurable “breakfast,” we finally got our act together and left the house.

Zia Carmela dressed in a way that emphasized the abundance of her body. Her long wavy hair was unrestrained: it was so long and thick that it covered most of her back, barely touching the top of her butt. If you looked at her from the front, often times you’d be able to admire a shiny lock gently resting on her breasts. And behind such lush hair, you could still see the suppleness of her shoulders.

She wore dark red lipstick, and some mascara to show people who’s boss. Although with boobs like that she really didn’t need to. Her sleeve-less summer dress was low-cut both in the front and in the back, making her warm complexion stand out against the long luscious hair. Her bra was the biggest shelf bra ever, building a somewhat decent support for the very prosperous breasts.

“I love to wear this kind of bra, it makes my boobs jiggle the most…”

Sì, come una mucca…” Mi riempii le mani con le sue tette. Le piaceva farsi strizzare le mammelle.

“Pronta per essere munta,” mi rispose, sporgendosi in avanti un po’. Voleva proprio farmi vedere quanto era mucca.

The dress continued vaporous toward her hips, outlining their magnificent girth.

“Che bella grassona che sei, zia!”

She smiled, pleased and compiaciuta of herself. Le diedi una manata sul culone sguignolo, and we walked out the door.

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OPULENZIA: the Eleventh Chapter

May 4, 2014

Zia Carmela's fat hips

Previous Chapter

The day after, Carmela took me out to lunch. I woke up late, around 10:30AM, because I was still sore from all the passionate love of the day before. Carmela was already up when I walked downstairs and was having breakfast.

I just wanted to have a cup of coffee and some milk (rigorously whole, the only kind she would drink) while instead she was having a whole table filled with food. Fresh bread, butter, several kinds of jams, apple butter, bacon, eggs, cream cheese, French toasts soaked in syrup, whipped cream, orange juice, hot chocolate… Good lord! Who knows how long she had been eating. My fat aunt loved food.

ingrassati, ziona, ingrassati

As soon as she saw me walking down the stairs she smiled and waved a hand at me. She couldn’t talk because her mouth was full.

“Good morning, Zia,” I said, smiling back. “I see you haven’t lost the appetite!”

“Lost my appetite? After everything that happened yesterday, I need more food if anything! I need to keep my figure and my curves, since you seem to love them so much.”

After getting the most intense orgasms of your life from the fattest and sexiest woman on Earth, it’s nice to get a confirmation that that really happened.

As I was getting near the stove to warm up my milk, she got up to stop me. It was her house and she couldn’t let her guests do anything beside enjoying themselves. As she was bending over to get up, I noticed the giant breasts shaking inside the tank-top, overflowing it with ease. The girth of her mammaries pulled the top up uncovering the soft sensuality of her belly. The fabrics of her pajamas — some ridiculously short shorts — were strained to the seams by her very voluptuous hips, leaving her thighs completely bare.

“No, sit down! I’ll warm up your milk, don’t worry!”

To stop me, she walked toward me with all her luscious femininity and smothered me between her bulbous breasts, hugging me and kissing my head. “Let me take care of you, sweetie. Just give auntie a kissy and a huggy.”

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OPULENZIA: the Tenth Chapter

December 18, 2013

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I was still sitting down on the couch, my lap covered in a lake of Carmela’s healthy waters as well as my own semen. In front of me, the bottom-heavy hourglass of my aunt’s body.
She stepped back a bit after mating with me. Step after step, the squishy fat on her thighs and hips jiggled all over. The movements of her cellulite looked slower and deeper than before, as if mating with me made her meat softer. It was like waves in a sea of butter. Desiderio, voglia di succhiare. Her large breasts were still oozing milk.

I couldn’t stop looking at her legs. As I reached over to touch myself, she moved closer. She offered her thighs, one more time.

Stringimele,” she said.

I loved to grab her fat. I loved to fill my hands with it. She had so much of it.

She just stood there, as I fondled her as I wanted.  She loved to see me so aroused, I think. She indulged on another pastry. She was insatiable, that big piggy.

She lifted a leg and put her foot on the couch. The giant mass of her thigh was now right in front of me. It’s as if she said, “Here, take all of it!”

As she kept eating, I kept indulging on her flesh. The inside of her thigh was something unbelievably soft. It was going to melt in my hands, like the fattest mortadella.

“Do you like to touch my fat?”

I answered by squeezing her some more. My hands disappeared into her opulence.

Ora succhialo,” Carmela said.

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