That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
SSBBW Encounter, part 8 - Surprise
I lay there in between the two of them and almost couldn’t believe what had just occurred. My body was still vibrating and my ass and pussy felt swollen, tender, and full of cum. I could feel the pressure of his load in my ass. He was still lying on top of me, and I was loathe to move. I liked the feeling of his weight pressing into me, but I gently nudged him and he obliged by rolling off to my other side. Now I was sandwiched between them. Tom had his leg casually d****d over mine and the three of us basked in the erotic glow of hormones and lubricants and cum. I truly didn’t want to move, but the hot sperm enema that I had just been given was starting to increase in pressure so I sat up, excused myself and wiggled off the bed from between them. As I was exiting out of the room, I saw them sit up and start to move. When I returned, both were in various stages of getting dressed. I felt a little let down at the thought of our encounter ending. It was the most incredible sex that I had ever had and I didn’t want it to end, though other parts of me were saying enough! Such conflicting thoughts! I slipped on a robe and walked with them as they headed downstairs and towards the door. I thanked them for coming like I had been hosting a Tupperware party. What an idiot! He leaned in close to my face, then reached up and scratched by my lip with his finge. “Just a little cum,” he said. “Looks like you had a good time.” I was mortified. He smiled at me at gave my ass a small affectionate pat. Tom just winked and said to both of us, “Anytime,” and headed out the door. As I closed the door behind them, my legs went weak with the thought of what had just happened. I leaned against the door frame and closed my eyes, replaying my favorite scenes from what had just happened. Oh my God! What had just happened? I had been set up, acted the slut, and was fucked by 2 men, and somehow at the time, it seemed so natural and easy. I wondered had the two of them played this game before? Was this their ultimate conquest? On one hand I felt so used, weak and gullible. And the other? Well, damn! It just felt so good. My head whirled with all the thoughts running through as I headed to the bathroom and into the shower. The warm water felt comforting as it washed over my soft curves. The endorphins were wearing off now, and parts of my body were feeling the symptoms of their abuse. I lifted my left breast, then slowly let the weight pull it through my hand, feeling the distended nipple hard against the palm of my hand. I repeated my motion with my right breast, the lather of the soap and warm water making it soft and slippery. I loved feeling my own breasts, their overflowing abundance in my hands, compressing them tightly against my chest and enjoying the pressure that was created, then letting them release to spring outward, then drop down. The tug and pull of their weight. It reminded me of that moment when you wear a bra all day, then finally get to take it off at the end of the day. That sweet explosion of flesh that always sent a shiver through my body and made my nipples harden. I realized that I was smiling just because my body felt so good. Satiated and satisfied. I slipped a soapy hand between my legs and was amazed at how tender the soft flesh was after the pounding it had just had. I washed gently, probing my hand into the folds of my flesh. I rinsed, turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I dried off and then headed back upstairs. As I opened the bedroom door, the smell of sweat and cum and raging hormones hit me like a brick wall. I pulled the door closed and headed into the guest bedroom, slid between the fresh sheets and was fast asl**p before my head hit the pillow.
The phone was ringing and I struggled to get awake. I didn’t know where I was at first, the surroundings were unfamiliar, and then I remembered. I was in the guest bedroom. I jumped up and headed to my bedroom, racing for the phone. I saw his number as I picked it up and breathlessly said, “Hello.” I heard him laughing he said, “Really? You’re already at it again this morning?” I stumbled for an excuse, that I wasn’t really doing what he thought I was doing, that I had run for the phone, I was still half asl**p, that I had not been in my own bed. Crap. I just sounded ridiculous. He just laughed and said that he wanted to come over this morning and that he had a surprise for me. I felt a tingle. “Sure” I said, “I’ll leave the front door open” “Even better,” he said. “I would like for you to wait for me, naked on your bed. Would you do that for me?” he asked. I think he could tell from my hesitation that I was hesitant, but also just a little excited at the prospect. “Will you be alone?” I asked. He laughed again, harder this time. “Why? Do you want an encore of last night?” I answered, not so sweetly this time, “Don’t answer my question with another question!” Still laughing he managed to say, “Okay, my little plump sweetie. You’re right. I will be alone. Is that enough for you? Will you wait for me?” I told him, “Yes.” He told me he would see my in 30 minutes, spread on the bed, naked for his arrival. As soon as he hung up the phone, I started rushing to get ready. In spite of my shower last night, I still felt a bit smelly, so I hurried to jump into the shower. No leisurely lingering this time. I quickly dried off. As I turned to the door, I caught sight of my nude body in the full length mirror. I paused to assess. A nice enough face. I smiled. That was my best look. I was usually in a good mood. What do they usually say about the jolly fat person? It fit. I looked at my breasts. Oh they were big. Big enough to keep me from fitting well into some of the clothes I wanted. And they hung, nipples pointed down. I wondered how they would look defying gravity? I slid my hands underneath and lifted their massive bulk. I wished the nipples would jut out more like some pictures I had seen, but they did perk up once sucked on. Maybe they just needed sucking on more. I smiled at my own little joke. I let my breasts drop and felt the sharp pull as their weight hit bottom. I continued my gaze down over my belly. Huge and just a bit hanging. I rubbed my hands over it. It really was very soft skin. The stretch marks, long faded, were like silvery accents to the pale flesh. I turned slowly, and twisted my head to watch as my enormous ass came into view. It wasn’t dimpled as many I had seen, but smooth and round. I ran my hand over it and my hand looked small in comparison. I gave it a tentative pat and wondered what the attraction for spanking was? The few smacks he had given me were in the heat of the moment and they had surprised me and excited me, but I didn’t think I would ever want to be just spanked. I had what I called a “delicate hinny” and a low tolerance for pain. I turned back to face the mirror and continued dropping my gaze. My thighs were huge. Just huge. I was starting to get a roll, right at the upper part of my inner thigh. I lifted my belly to assess. It almost completely concealed my pussy when I stood. If I pressed my legs together, you couldn’t see it at all, and the rolls of my inner thighs looked like; well it looked like another ass. Round, bulging, with a center crease. My second ass. I parted my legs and felt the heat rise from my concealed pussy. I could see the darkened skin and the soft covering of dark hair. Not too much grew in the shade. I laughed out loud at my own joke. The rest of my legs tapered down to smaller calves and even smaller ankles and feet. My carefully pedicured toes were the only bright spot on my person, their bright red polish glistening. I loved having pretty feet and toes. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the front doorknob turn. I flew out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I flung myself on the bed and spread eagle. No wait, I put my arms and legs together and wondered how would this look. Panicked at how I should lay there, I suddenly remembered why I had slept in the guest room. My whole bedroom was awash in the smell of last night’s insanity. Sex and sweat and sex and more sex invaded my nostrils. I hear the steps up the stairs and my heart was pounding in my chest. “Are you waiting?” I hear him ask. “Yes,” I answered. My voice came out croaking so I cleared my throat and answered more clearly this time, “Yes!” “Good. I want you to wait right there.” I heard him go into the bathroom and run water in the sink. He was in there for a few minutes and I asked, “what are you doing?” “Nothing you need to concern your pretty little head about,” he answered. I heard the water shut off and his steps approaching the door, and then I heard him say. “Now I want you to close your eyes and not peek.” It was so hard for me to do, but I complied. I felt his presence in the room. “Lovely! What a lovely sight. I love the sight of your fat, naked body.” I felt his hands roving over my legs, around on my belly, over my breasts and up my chest to my face, to pause at my cheek. “I love seeing you waiting for me like this.” I opened my eyes to look at him, but heard him say, “Ah, Ah, Ah! No peeking” and I shut them tight again. My whole body felt electrified with him in the room. I felt him move to my legs and lift them by my ankles. He raised them high, and then spread them wide apart. I knew that I was already soaking wet and wondered what he felt when he looked at my pussy, so ravaged from the night before, and now, slick, wet, and ready again. He said nothing, but lifted my ass from the bed and I felt a rough towel slide underneath. What on earth? The sheets were already a disaster from the night before, so what was he doing? I felt him push my knees apart, totally spreading them, exposing me, then I heard an aerosol can. “What on earth are you doing?” I asked. “Just hush. You’ll find out soon enough” and as he spoke, I felt his hand on my pussy, soft and wet, and…What??? He was rubbing something soft and wet onto my pussy lips. “What ever you do, don’t move,” he said and I felt the first stroke of the razor across my cunt. I was so embarrassed and excited at the same time. I felt the next stroke, hearing the little scr****g noise as it cut. My focus was entirely on the sensations of the razor as it stroked across the skin of my twat. His hand pulled my skin taut and I would feel the sc****, then another pull in a different direction, then another sc**** as he worked the razor down towards the lips. I would hear a swishing rinse of the razor, and my heart would pound, waiting to feel where his next touch would be. I felt his fingers slide into my wet slit, pulling my pussy lips and stretching them for the next stroke of the razor. He tugged and shook one side in his grasp. “Aren’t you the wet one,” he said more than asked. As he spread my lips, I could feel the cool air hit my swollen clit. I felt my hole clinch as if to draw his fingers inside, but he just continued his task, pulling and spreading every crease to the relentless sc****, sc****, sc**** of the razor. I wanted so much to move. To push my hips up to invite him in, but I was too scared of being cut. With every probing of his fingers, I could feel the slight sore ache from the pounding I had the night before and now I wanted him more than ever. I needed him. No, needed it! I needed release from my excited state. I was so horny now that my hips moved ever so slightly up towards him. He stopped. “Don’t move, silly woman. I don’t want to hurt you.” I tried to relax on the bed but I just couldn’t. I was so worked up, I could feel my wetness starting to drip down to my ass. I had never experienced anything like this before. So much touching and not being able to move. As the razor dulled, I could feel the tug increase, more and more with every stroke, until I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand it until at last, I felt a warm cloth wiping me as if I were a baby. It felt rough on my newly bar skin. The moving of my fat pussy as he rubbed and wiped just about sent me over the top but just as I was getting there he stopped. I felt him tug the towel from under me and with a laugh, said, “There, even your best friends won’t recognize you.” I felt the cool air hit my sopping pussy. Every skin cell felt exposed and new. I could feel the slightest breath of air. I heard him say “Now don’t move, and don’t touch anything” as he walked from the room. I lay there, contemplating what I must look like. I moved my knees together just a bit as I felt the chill air hit my newly exposed flesh. When I heard him return, he didn’t say anything, but just moved my knees back where he had them. Then I felt the most incredible sensation as something so soft and so smooth started slowly rubbing up and down in my wet slit. I gasped as I felt it invade my pussy, trying to figure out what it was, and then not caring because it felt so damn good. Was it his tongue? I heard him felt him sliding deeper in my pussy, but it wasn’t him. It had to be something else. As I felt him pull from me, he said “Open your eyes.” He was holding a clear crystal dildo in front of my face. “Open your mouth.” My mouth flew open. “Stick out your tongue.” My tongue dropped down. He rubbed the dildo across my tongue, then pushed my mouth shut. “You like that?” he asked. I couldn’t even reply. I could taste my own juices which had liberally coated the dildo. He moved to penetrate my pussy once again. As it slid inside, I clamped down involuntarily, but the dildo was solid, hard and he pushed past into my tight snatch. He started pumping the hard dildo in and out, breaking and entering me as I violently shuddered with every stroke. The dildo infiltrated me deeper and deeper and with every stab, he pounded against my already sore cervix. I started building towards a massive climax as he plunged it in my so deep, then held it. He closed my fat thighs around it and told me to keep them closed. As I did, my fat thighs insured I was impaled on the glass dildo and it was going nowhere. I rocked my broad hips back and forth, feeling it so deeply inside of me. In a flash, his pants were off and he was straddling my face, his hard cock pressing into my lips. I moaned and opened my mouth to suck him inside. With a groan, he pushed forward into my waiting mouth. He began to furiously fuck my mouth as my hips rocked with the dildo planted deep inside of me. He stroked in and out of my mouth, down my throat until I was gagging, my whole body shaking as I choked from the assault. The drool from my gagging was dripping from my mouth but he did not let up. With every shuddering gag, I could feel the dildo deep inside of me. “Fuck that dildo,” he snarled “I want you to feel that hard cock up inside of your cunt.” My eyes were teary now. I was crying from the gagging, the face fucking and the overwhelming feeling in my pussy as I started to build to a huge climax. He reached back with one hand, jabbed his fingers deep towards my clit and began to furiously rub. I screamed but all that came out was a whine as his cock filled my mouth. As I began to come, he fucked my throat harder and faster, his stiff cock cutting off my air and making my head real as I came so hard. Over and over, I was screaming as came. Then I felt his own body shake as his stone hard cock started spewing his seed down my throat. I couldn’t breathe, but could only swallow as he impaled me up to his balls and pumped his cum into my mouth. With what seemed to be a great effort, he pulled up slowly from my mouth, his hand no longer torturing my poor sore clit, but just clasping it as my body shook from the last great waves of my orgasm. He gently spread my legs and the dildo slid out from the sopping wet mess that he had made. He pulled me into his body, softly squeezing the roll of my belly and hips. With his other hand, he pushed back the sweaty strands of my hair that clung to my face and wiped the tears and drool. I could only whimper under his touch, my body electrified and he said, “I hoped you liked your surprise.” I closed my eyes again, and happily whispered, “Yes.”