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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

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.

Do you want some fat?

December 10, 2015

“Hi dear. Did you say you wanted some more meat? I’ve got more than enough to share… Look at my hips. They are so are full. All that junk bulging out in the back…

And I fattened up my thighs too, don’t worry. Each one is wider than most people.

Layers and layers of cellulite………….

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Più grassa di un prosciutto

June 7, 2015

piu grassa di un prosciutto

Ecco Asshley, la grassona, stesa sul letto. La sua coscia ingrassatissima giace pacifica sopra le lenzuola, piena e mansueta come quella di una mucca. E` più grassa di un prosciutto. Lei si compiace del suo lardo, ed è consapevole della sua grassezza. La mostra in modo generoso e sfrontato, senza nascondere niente. Come di chi sa che in pochi hanno gambe così lunghe, cosce così grasse, e fianchi alti fino alle spalle. Una dea di Willendorf, ingrassata dai suoi servi, che mostra la sua bellezza, abbondante come la regina più ricca.

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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.


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