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The BBW Chronicles Ch. 01

By: soflabbwlvr



Chapter 1: Veronica

I love big women. Let me correct that, I love women, but especially big women. I don't know exactly when my love for larger lovely ladies started, but I can more or less trace the development of that preference. I remember that as a boy I was interested in thin and average size girls, but by the time I entered high school I was almost exclusively dating larger girls. A pretty face was still important, but girls with big butts and big tits received the most attention from me. I became known for dating the chubby cheerleader type--pretty, popular, athletic girls who carried a few extra pounds and carried it very well. None of my friends understood this preference, and I am not sure that I did either. 

My college years were a smorgasbord of sexual experimentation. I dated girls of all colors, shapes and sizes. (Dating is a euphemism, of course, for all sorts of relationships, from serious near-monogamy to one night stands, and everything in between). I don't specifically recall any skinny girls making it to my bedroom, but in that smoky haze and alcohol-soaked environment I cannot rule it out either. But by the time I graduated from college I knew what kind of women I preferred: Dark-haired women of any race with big tits, fat asses, meaty thighs, and some padding around the middle. I was a firm believer in the saying, "more cushion for the pushin'."

Over the next four years I indulged my sexual appetites with a steady stream of voluptuous women. Sometimes for only one night, sometimes for a week or even for a few months. I pursued bosomy, big butt women with ample thighs and soft bellies. My address book contained no hard bodies, no bikini models, no women who shopped in the juniors department. I knew what I liked, and I indulged myself with abandon.

I was in my late 20s when I met Maria. She is a Mexican BBW, with long black wavy hair, a 38D chest, an ample backside, and thick delicious thighs. She was a virgin when we met, but eager to change her status. We spent the night together on our second date, and a year later we were engaged. We married, moved away, started our careers, and started a family. 

Now, at this point I have to candidly admit that I have struggled with monogamy throughout our marriage. I do not actively seek out women, but I find myself unable to resist when I am pursed by a gorgeous BBW, especially if she is latin, african-american, or just has dark hair and a pretty face. I have succumbed to temptation more than once during my marriage, even though I try to stay faithful. 

As our careers flourished and our family grew, it became necessary to look for a new home. We found exactly what we were looking for in a new development located only one mile from our old home. We moved into our dream home 4 years ago, right at the peak of the real estate bubble. Since we were so close to our old neighborhood, I maintained most of my old friendships and made new friends only with the neighbors closest to our new house. Maria is much more social than I am, however, and within 12 months had befriended almost every woman in the nearly 100 home development. 

Maria's closest friend in our new neighborhood became a young Latin woman named Veronica. This friendship was unusual for several reasons. Veronica lives six blocks from us, on the last street in this development. That was not the strange part, however. Veronica is only 27 years of age, nearly 20 years younger than Maria. Veronica is also divorced, having been married for a few months shortly after she graduated from high school. Almost all of our friends are married. In fact, most of our friends are married couples around our age. It is not that we discriminate against singles, it is just that we are at a stage of our lives where most of our entertaining involves other couples and their families. Finally, in the three years that Maria and Veronica have been close friends, I have never met Veronica. Most of the time Maria goes to Veronica's house, or the two of them meet somewhere. I know that Veronica has in fact been to the house, as all of our children know her, but she and I have never met. 

That changed about six months ago. Veronica hosted a party for all the women in the neighborhood, and my wife was called upon to help with the hosting duties. The party was held on a Friday evening in the early spring. It was a pleasantly mild evening, so Maria walked over to the party in order to save the limited parking spaces for other guests. I remained at home, drinking scotch on the rocks and watching the NHL playoffs. The party was supposed to last until around 11 or 12, which meant that I would get to watch the entire game before Maria returned.

I was mildly surprised when the telephone rang at about 10:30. It was Maria, asking me to come and pick her up in a half hour. I did not notice, but an early spring shower had rolled in, and she did not want to walk home in the rain. I quickly grabbed my keys, jumped into the car, and drove over to Veronica's house. I had to park several doors down from the party, as the driveway and the street were filled with cars. As a consequence, I was soaked when I reached the front door. 

I rang the doorbell and almost immediately a tall young woman with long, wavy black hair and wearing a sheer white robe answered the door. 

"You must be Mike," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the house.

"Yes," I said, more than a little taken aback. 

"I'm Veronica. Maria has told me so much about you. She must have called you to come and save her from a walk home in the rain?"

"Uh, yeah," I managed to stammer. I was not expecting to find myself facing a tall, gorgeous, lingerie-clad BBW. Veronica towered over me, standing at least six feet tall. She had a stunningly beautiful face and long dark curls of hair tumbling to the middle of her back. She was wearing a sheer, shimmering, silk robe that reached almost to the floor. Underneath the robe she was wearing a white baby doll nightie. I could not make out the details of her curves, but she was obviously a plus size woman. Looking down, I saw that she was wearing ridiculously high heels, or what I call "stripper shoes." That accounted for some of her height, but even without the shoes she was at least 5'9". I estimated her weight to be about 220 lbs, but I am really not very good at guessing a woman's weight. 

"Let me put you in this room. I don't want the other girls to know that you are here, or they might become intimidated. It took us a few hours to rid the ladies of all their inhibitions. If the girls see you, some of them may get shy again."

She led me by the hand to a bedroom in the front of the house, far from the party taking place in the back area. I noticed a few other woman wearing lingerie, but no one seemed to notice me before I was whisked away from the guests.

"Have a seat in here. Maria is helping me take orders, she will probably be busy for another 20-30 minutes. Can I get you something to drink? "

"Do you have any scotch?"

"No. Sorry"

"Red wine?"

"No."

"Beer?"

"Light beer."

"Ok, just bring me whatever you have."

Almost twenty minutes later she returned with my beer. This time she was wearing a red corset, matching red panties, black fishnet stockings, and those same stripper shoes. I could make out her curves much more clearly now. She was definitely a BBW, but she did not have precisely the body shape that I find so irresistible. She had creamy smooth caramel colored skin, rather broad shoulders, and nice but not huge boobs that the corset was doing its best to push up and out. Her waistline was almost straight down from her shoulders with no discernible taper, her tummy bulged imperceptibly, and her hips flared only slightly. Her butt, though wide, was a little flatter than I liked. But she had gorgeous, sexy legs extending from the bottom of the corset, and very attractive feet. I am not a foot person, but I can admire a pair of sexy feet, and she definitely had such a pair.

"I'll bet you thought I forgot about you," she said, handing me a slightly warm beer. "Sorry, I had to change again and make another pass down the runway."

My curiosity overwhelmed me. "What kind of party is this?"

"Maria didn't tell you? I'm hosting a lingerie and toy party with my girlfriend, Keshia. She is a lingerie salesman. Woman. Saleswoman. You know what I mean."

"So the women out there are all trying on lingerie?"

"Not exactly. Myself and five other girls are modeling various outfits. But that's not the best part. We are also trying out some of the sex toys that Keshia sells. And the lubes, lotions and jellies. I 'm sure that you would love to watch, naughty boy, but the girls were promised that there would be no men present. Some would start leaving if they even knew that you were here. That's why I met you at the door and hurried you into this room right away. But if you are a good boy, maybe Maria will come back here and give you a private demonstration." 

I licked my lips at the thought of Maria coming back here and giving me a quickie while her friends were outside the door partying. But I got even more of a rise when I thought of Veronica coming in here and demonstrating some of the merchandise for me. I have a particular fetish for watching women masturbate. My pants got a little tighter at the thought of this lingerie-clad vixen buzzing off for me with various new toys. 

"Hold that thought. I'll be back to check on you soon. And under no circumstances are you to leave this room."

I found a remote control and turned on the TV. After finding the hockey game I adjusted the volume so that the TV could not be heard from outside the room. I also wanted to overhear anything interesting that might occur in the rest of the house. 

I must have dozed off for a while, as the next thing I heard was the door opening and Veronica quickly closing it behind herself. This time she was wearing only a black shelf bra and a matching black thong. The bra held her tits high up on her chest, revealing her chocolate brown nipples and a mile of cleavage The thong revealed everything else, confirming my earlier appraisal of her wide but flat ass, and demonstrating how effectively the red corset she wore earlier had held in her soft tummy, which now-- free of restraint-- formed a muffin top bulging over her panty line. The saying "less is more" briefly entered my mind.

"I brought you a refill," she said, handing me another beer. 

I smiled and then whistled approvingly as she handed me the bottle She twirled for me, allowing me to take in her nearly nude body in its entirety. 

"So what do you think? Would you like to see Maria in this outfit?" "I'm thinking it looks pretty good on you. But if I get to watch you take it off and Maria put it on, then yes, I would love to see it on her."

"You are such a bad boy, aren't you?" she teased. "What would you do with two big beautiful Latinas undressing for you? Most men can't satisfy one hot sexy woman. What makes you think that you could handle two of us?"

"There is only one way to find out now, isn't there?" I replied, as I put my hand behind her back and pulled her toward me. I felt my cock getting harder in my pants as I touched her smooth, soft skin. 

"Actually, there are many ways to find out," she said, leaning into me. "And I have tried most of them. I don't think that you would survive."

My cock ached, but I was starting to enjoy this exchange, even though I knew it would lead nowhere. 

"I have survived bigger challenges than you," I said. 'Heavier,' I thought to myself, but definitely not taller, and maybe not 'bigger.' "I am sure that I can handle you," I boasted.

"Am I a bigger challenge than Maria?" she asked, her head tilting and her eyebrows arching.

'Careful!' I thought to myself. I don't know where this is heading. It is always difficult to talk to a woman about her weight, and it is even more treacherous when the woman is a BBW. Some BBW are comfortable with their size, and some are not. I did not know if Veronica's bravado was genuine or forced. I could sense that I was being tested, but I was not sure if she was testing me out of personal interest, or out of concern for Maria. 

"You are both exquisitely unique. The challenge would be overwhelming for most men, but not to someone who appreciates the beauty of a voluptuous woman, and who interprets the words 'too much' as 'just enough.'" 'If I play my cards right, after the other guests leave this could lead to an even better after party,' I dully schemed. I did not know how much of our sex life Maria had discussed with this woman, but she seemed to be a ready, willing, and able candidate for a threesome. It had been over a year since I had been to bed with two women, and never before had the second woman been as lovely as Veronica.

"Someone like you?" she sarcastically asked, brushing her nipples against my shoulder.

It was taking all of my willpower not to bend her over and fuck her right there. I still had not decided if she was all tease or if her teasing was going to lead us somewhere. And could I trust her? Or was she acting as an undercover agent for my wife? I decided to stay on the threesome track. 

"I would devour you. Both of you. To the last morsel."

"Keep that thought in mind. I'll be back."

I waited in that room for an hour, but Veronica never returned. Instead, Maria entered carrying her purse and a bag filled with various items. 

"Let's go. I have some surprises to show you when we get home."

* * *

The rest of the weekend proceeded uneventfully. I waited all weekend for any mention of my conversations with Veronica, but nothing occurred. I was not chastised for my unmitigated flirting, nor was the possibility of a threesome broached. I concluded that in that last hour, while I waited expectantly in that room for the guests to leave and my newest fantasy to be fulfilled, Veronica returned to her hosting duties without a thought of me and the tent she caused in the front of my pants.

Monday, of course, was the return to work. My office is only ten minutes from the house, so I go home for lunch almost every day. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday Maria is also home for lunch, so we get some quiet time together. We also squeeze in a nooner at least once a week. If it were up to me we would do it every day, but Maria's schedule does not always allow time for sex and a shower afterward. 

On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have lunch alone. Those are just about the only times that I ever have the house to myself. Since nearly everyone in the neighborhood is at work during the daytime, it is rare to see another car on the streets or to hear the doorbell ring during these lunch hours at home. So I was more than a little surprised when my Tuesday lunch was interrupted by the doorbell shortly after I had entered the house and closed the garage door. 

Answering the door, I was shocked to find Veronica standing on the porch. I invited her in and told her that Maria was at work, but I would be more than happy to help tell Maria that she had stopped by.

"Actually, I am hoping that you will not tell her," she said. "I need to discuss something with you. 

"I cannot stop thinking about our conversations the other night. I was so turned on. I had to buy that thong I was wearing, I had creamed all over the inside of it. As soon as everyone left I went to my room and masturbated. I was masturbating all weekend, recalling every detail of our discussion."

"So why can't I tell Maria? We don't have to tell her everything. I am sure that she would love for you to join us in a threesome."

"That is what I wanted on Friday night. But not now. After thinking about you all weekend, I don't want to share you. I want all of you."

"Veronica, I won't leave Maria. You are a beautiful, sexy woman, but.."

"That's not what I meant. I want you to take me to bed and make love to me. Only me. I don't want anyone else there. I have had threesomes before, and I can get fucked anytime I want to. Its not hard. Not hard at all. But I want to be made love to. By someone who is turned on by me, and isn't just fucking me because I have a hole to put his dick in. I want someone who appreciates me, and is truly turned on by a plus-size woman. Not someone who is going home with me because I am the last girl in the club, or who thinks that just because I am fat I must also be desperate. Or easy. I want to be made love to by someone who gets hard thinking about me. Who will take the time to satisfy me. Someone who wants ME.

"And I don't care if you are my best friend's husband. Its not fair that she has you all to herself. She has to stop being so selfish. Oh, I know that she would share you with me if we were to have a threesome. So the fact that your cock will be in me is not really a problem for her. Don't look so shocked. We're girls. We talk. I know that you two have had threesomes before. She has seen you fuck other women. But I'm her best friend. I deserve some too.

"So this is what I propose. If you will do what I want, I will do whatever you want. If you don't say 'No' to me, I won't say 'No' to you. Ever. Of course, we have to be smart about this, nothing that will get us caught. But if you promise to never say 'No' to me, I promise that I will never say 'No' to you. No matter what you ask me to do, I'll do it. Willingly. Has any woman ever made you a promise like that before? Has Maria?"

I was stunned. I had no idea what to say to all of that. Veronica did not give me a chance to say 'no' to her. She grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to my bedroom. As I climbed the stairs I started thinking of all the delicious ways that I would defile this young, beautiful, sexy Amazon. I wondered, briefly, what she would request from me, but then my thoughts returned to the many fantasies I would finally fulfill with Veronica. 

I started undressing as soon as I entered the room. Veronica closed the door and started taking off her clothes as well. I took off my shirt and tie, loosened my belt and opened my pants, and then sat on the bed to remove my shoes, socks, and pants. By the time I was done Veronica was standing in front of me wearing only the bra and panties that I last saw her in on Friday night at her house. 

"Suck my cock," I told her. I might as well find out how well she responds to my requests, I thought to myself. 

"I'm going to suck your cock better than anyone ever has in your entire life," she said. "I have thought of little else since Friday night. I was so disappointed when the two of you left before I could taste you."

She took a pillow off the bed, put it on the floor, and then kneeled on it. 

"I'm going to drink every drop of cum from your balls," she continued, reaching for my hard cock. Gently grabbing my balls with her left hand and the base of my shaft with her right hand, she lowered her mouth to the head and started licking. Her dark hair tumbled into my lap, blocking my view of her ministrations. Normally I find that annoying, as I am very visually oriented. But this time it added to my enjoyment. 

Veronica bathed the entire head with her tongue, licking and swirling until it was glistening with her saliva. She gently massaged my balls as she licked the shaft with long wet strokes of her tongue. She placed her lips around the head, just under the helmet ridge, and started sucking the glans. She adjusted her angle and then proceeded to lower her face to my groin, swallowing the entire length of my cock in the process. Just as her lips reached the base of my shaft I felt the head of my cock scraping against the back of her throat. Her tongue swirled around the shaft for a few seconds, and then her mouth started to rise up, her wet lips tightly dragging across the skin. She swirled her tongue around the head, and then repeated the process, increasing her speed slightly. She started bobbing her head in my lap, gradually increasing her speed, all the while maintaining the light grip of her left hand on my balls. I felt my cock swelling in her mouth. She was definitely talented. Easily the best cocksucker I had ever encountered. I felt my shaft swelling, reaching a level of hardness I had never before experienced.


The BBW Chronicles Ch. 01



"I'll be right back," she said, getting up rather suddenly. She went to the bathroom, rummaged under the counter for a second, and then returned. She was clutching a giant hair clip in one hand and swirling her hair on top of her head with the other hand. She clipped her hair on top of her head, suddenly looking both disheveled and elegant at the same time. 

"Men are visually oriented. I want you to see who is giving you pleasure and remember my face every time you relive this moment in your mind," she said.

She returned to her position on the floor and pushed me back onto the bed. She resumed licking my shaft, but this time she did not stop at the base. She licked my balls, sucking each one into her mouth for a second, and then continued licking lower. Her tongue found the crack of my ass and then the sphincter. I gasped as she started licking all around the tight little muscle ring, gently licking, teasing and stimulating my secret place. I am an ass lover, and an avowed anal sex addict. I routinely give women analingus as prelude to a hot assfucking, but only on very few occasions have I ever experienced the receiving end of it. Now this sexy whore was licking my ass long before I planned to ask for it as part of our deal. With one hand she continued stroking my granite-hard shaft, and with her tongue she tickled my sphincter. I was in heaven.

I love having my ass licked, but I have never cum from that stimulation. After five or ten minutes Veronica must have sensed that she had taken me as far as she could go with that technique, and resumed deep throating my shaft. I sat up so that I could watch her better, as her pretty face bobbed up and down in my lap. I have always felt that every woman -- no matter how attractive or unattractive she may be-- looks better with a dick in her mouth. Veronica looked stunningly beautiful with her lips wrapped around my shaft, the pile of hair on top of her head flipping back and forth, and her boobs jiggling in the sheer black bra. I wished that I had a camera to preserve that image.

She was definitely giving me the best blow job of my life, and after only ten more minutes I felt my balls ready to burst. Every nerve ending in my entire body was stimulated as she coaxed more and more pleasure out of my cock. I felt a tidal wave, starting at my toes, rushing up my legs, and catching fire when it reached my balls. I put my hands in her hair to hold her face in place as I thrust my cock to back of her throat. I felt a surge of cum race out of my balls, up and the shaft, and exploding in the back of her throat. My body was in spasms as jet after jet of hot cum blasted into her mouth. 

Opening my eyes, I looked down and saw her, one hand still clutching my balls and the other hand circling the base of the shaft. I was still rock hard, throbbing obscenely in the air. Her throat contracted and then released as she swallowed the entire load in one gulp.

"You are amazing," I told her.

"Was that the best you ever had?"

"Absolutely. Incredible."

"Good. Now its your turn. What I want is simple. I want you to make love to me. I want you to make me feel like I am the only woman in the world for you. I want you to make love to me with all of your mind, all of your body, all of your heart, and all of your soul. Don't fuck me like a whore. Make love to me with the passion and gentleness of a man deflowering his virgin bride on her wedding night."

"I don't know if I can do that."

"Of course you can. You do it with Maria every night. I want to feel what she feels. When we are together, I want you to give yourself to me completely. Remember your promise. I am not asking you to love me forever. Just for a few hours."

I felt like my brain was going to hemorrhage. I just wanted to live out some sexual fantasies, but this woman wanted to be a part-time wife. I could refuse, but what would I be missing? She is beautiful, sexy, highly skilled, and apparently has a healthy sexual appetite. A decade or so younger than the women I normally play with, but did that really matter? "Come here, lover," I said. I reached around her back to unfasten her bra, throwing it on the floor as I did so. 

"Let me taste those nipples." 

Her tits were even better than I imagined. Just barely filling out her c-cup bra, they were spaced very close together on her chest, forming a deep canyon in the midst of two firm mounds of flesh. There were no visible tan lines on her back or shoulders, but the breasts were several shades lighter than the caramel color of the rest of her body. They were capped by two dark brown areolae about the size of a silver dollar, and thick nipples about a quarter of an inch long pointing sharply upward. I had not seen breasts so firm and so perfectly shaped in years. 

I immediately lowered my lips to her left breast, taking the nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. I heard her rapidly intake a gasp of air between her teeth, and then felt her hands closing behind my head.

"Oooooo that feels so good., suck my nipples, yes, suck, suck harder.."

I circled one hand around each breast and sucked harder on the left nipple, then released it and started sucking on the right. I spent several seconds on each nipple, sucking it between my teeth and then releasing it so suck on the other. I went back and forth from the right to the left, and the left to right, for several minutes. 

"MMMMmm, mmm, you're going to make me cum. Suck harder. Don't stop sucking, don't stop. Mmmmmmm."

I was ready to move on, but she held my hair in her hands and pressed my face into her chest. So I kept sucking, alternating from one nipple to the other.

"Bite it. Bite my nipple. Suck harder. Mmmm.. Yes. Bite it. Bite it, BITE IT!"

I closed my teeth around the fleshy nub and applied pressure. First just a little bit, and then more and more.

"Yesssss oh yessss. Harder. Bite it harder, harder."

I let go of the left to start biting the right.

"No. Don't stop!"

I bit down on the left, harder than I had ever bitten any woman before. 

"YES YES OH YES!" I was afraid I was going to bite it off, but I kept biting harder, slowly increasing the pressure.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm ohhhhhhhhhh, that's it, that's it, that's it. Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

She then let go of my hair and pushed my face away from her nipples.

"That's enough. You're hurting me.

"Wow. I didn't know I could cum that way. Wow!"

I laid her on the bed and crawled up next to her. I gave her a long deep kiss, and then kissed my way down her body. I stopped for just a second to kiss her tender nipples, and then kissed the underside of each breast, and then continued down her tummy. Her belly was soft and a little jiggly, but very smooth and sexy. I stopped to kiss her belly button, and then continued to kiss lower and lower. I reached the top of her panties and kissed along the upper edge. I kissed lower and lower, until my mouth was over slit. I paused to inhale her womanly aroma, and planted a long kiss on her lips, with only the thin panty separating my mouth from her pussy. I than exhaled, blowing my hot breath on her pussy, causing her body to tremble involuntarily. I continued to kiss lower, planting kisses on the bottom edge of her panties, kissing the insides of her thighs, and down her legs until I reached her knees. I paused to readjust my position, and then continued kissing her calves and then her ankles. 

When I reached her feet I paused to take them in my hands, and then kissed all over the top of each foot. I reached her toes, kissing the tip of each toe. Finally I reached the soles of her feet. I kissed the balls of her feet, and the licked the instep of each foot. By this time my erection had returned, and when I looked down to her face I saw her staring at my cock and licking her lips in anticipation.

I released her feet and crawled between her legs until I reached her crotch. I put my hands on the sides of her panties and started pulling them off. Due to my position between her legs, she had to extend her legs straight up into the air before I could remove them completely. I threw her panties on the floor and lowered her legs, providing my first view of her wide open pussy. She was shaved, as I had expected. She had the puffy outer lips common to most fat girls that drives me absolutely crazy. Her inner lips, pink but tipped with purple, extended obscenely from her inner lips, the sight of which inflamed my lust. 

My cock was just inches from her pussy, so I shifted forward, reached down to grab my shaft, and rubbed the head up and down the glistening pink and purple lips of her pussy. She moaned and squirmed, increasing the friction as my cock head rubbed up and down her slippery lips and clit. 

"Put it in me. Please. Fuck me. Now."

"Not yet, Sweetie," I said. "I need to know that you are ready for me."

"Pleeeeeeease."

I did not say anything. Instead, I lowered my face to her pussy and starting inhaling her aroma. I love the smell of pussy, and aroused pussy is the best aroma on earth. I inhaled through my nose, taking in all of the aroma that I could capture, and then closed my lips and exhaled, blowing a cool stream of air on her lips. I did this two more times, and then put my hands under her ass and lowered my mouth to her crotch. I started by kissing all over her puffy mound, lightly brushing my lips over the soft smooth skin of her shaved pussy. She squirmed underneath me, trying to maneuver her pussy into my mouth, and clutching the sheets in frustration. I continued teasing her for another minute, until I noticed the honey starting to seep from inside her. I extended my tongue and touched just the tip of it to her inner lips. I lightly grazed my tongue up and down the inner lip, alternating from one side to the other. I lightly licked between her lips, tasting the accumulated juice that was leaking out.  

She came immediately. She put her hands in my hair and pushed my face into her cunt. But I continued to lick her with just the tip of my tongue, and just on the very edges of her lips. After several more minutes I flattened my tongue and started to lick up and down in long broad swipes. She continued to push on my head and try to steer my mouth to her clit, but I continued to tease her. After another minute or two I let go of her ass and spread her lips apart with my hands. I lowered my tongue to her clit, and started lightly licking all around the hood, tightening the circle until my tongue finally brushed her clit. She came again as soon as I licked it the first time. 

"Mmmmmmmmm yessssssssssssssssss, that's it. Don't. Stop. MMMMMMM."

I continued licking her for another twenty minutes or so. I concentrated mostly on her clit, licking it up and down and side to side, changing speeds often, and then sucking it into my mouth with her meaty inner lips. I licked up and down, from her clit to her asshole, tasting every inch of her flesh. I swirled my tongue around her asshole, bringing her to orgasm. I stabbed my tongue into her pussy, in and out, in and out. I sucked on her lips, licked her clit, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Finally, as I was sucking her lips and flicking her clit at the same time, I felt her thighs pressing against the sides of my head.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I licked faster and faster.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

I continued licking.

"MMMMMMMMMmm...YES YES. Oh. YES. YES. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. YES!" she screamed.

And then she pushed my face away.

"I can't take any more. I can't. No more."

I crawled between her thighs, put the head of my cock against her pussy, and entered her in one smooth stroke. 

"Uhnnn. What are you doing?" she panted.

I hooked my arms under her thighs and drove my cock all the way into her. 

"Oh yes. Oh yes. Yes. That's so good. Fuck me. Fuck me."

"Is that what you want Baby? Is that what you want?"

"Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me."

"Fuck you with what?"

"Your cock. Fuck me with your cock. Don't stop fucking me. Please don't."

"You like this cock?"

"Yes. I love your cock. Fuck me with your cock. Fuck this pussy with your cock."

I pounded her. It was not my typical style, but I don't think that I had ever been this aroused before. Kneeling between her thighs, with my arms hooked under her legs, I was getting the deepest penetration possible. I gave her all I had on every thrust, as if I were trying to push my cock through her body and out her mouth. She started cumming again, just minutes after I entered her.

"Fuck me Baby, fuck me. That's so good. Your cock is so good. Mmmmmm, yes. Mmmmm, I'm cumming again. MMMMMMMM!"

All too soon I felt myself losing control. Normally, my first erection is good for about 30 minutes, and the second can least to nearly an hour. But here I was, 15 minutes into her pussy, and already getting ready to cum again. I tried to slow down, but that only increased the sensation of each deep stroke. I stopped for a second to catch my breath, and then resumed fucking. Despite the short break, I felt my eruption was on its way. So I stopped for a second and pulled out completely.

"NNOOOOOOOOOOOOo!" she wailed.

"Turn over," I told her. "Get on your hands and knees."

She quickly complied, turning over and spreading her knees, her butt up in the air and her face pressed against the mattress. I delayed for a second, and then lowered my face to her ass. I kissed the small of her back, and the planted a long wet kiss on each of her ass cheeks. I pulled her cheeks apart and licked the crack of her ass, from her lower back to her vagina. I concentrated on her asshole for a second, swirling my tongue around and around the delicate rosebud as I contemplated whether to violate her ass. I decided that I was already too close to cumming, so that pleasure would have to wait for another day. I knelt behind her, put the head of my cock against her juicy lips, and pushed. I entered her with one deep stroke and started pumping.

"Oh, that's so good. Fuck me Baby, fuck me. Give me your cock. Fuck me."

Her pussy felt just as good as before, but I immediately recognized that I had much better control from this angle. I started slowly stroking in and out of her, and then gradually increased the pace.

"Uhn. Yes. Fuck me."

I pumped in and out of her. I mixed up the pace, fast and slow. I changed depth, first long deep strokes up to my balls, and then short strokes with little more than the head entering before pulling out again. She came two more times.

"Oh. Don't stop. Fuck me."

"You like it Baby?"

"Uhn. Yes lover, yes."

I pulled all the way out. I was getting close again.

"NO! Fuck me."

"Suck my dick Baby, suck it."

She turned toward me as I moved closer to her head. She took my dick in her mouth and started licking it.

"That's it Baby, taste my dick. Taste your juices all over my dick. Lick it Baby, lick it."

She moaned as she licked my dick,. "Mmmmmm. So good. So good."

"You like the taste of your pussy on my cock Baby?"

"Mmm. Yes."

I pulled away from her mouth and got behind her for the finale. I knew I only had a few minutes of fucking left before I would erupt, and I wanted to be in her pussy for those final strokes. I adjusted her position a little, pushing her butt down a few inches and moving her knees a few inches forward and closer together. This caused her ass to stick out farther, and the inside of her pussy to tighten slightly. I entered her slowly, allowing her pussy to lubricate my cock again, and started to slowly stroke, in and out. The sensation was tremendous, but I was ready for more. 

I increased my tempo. I started fucking her faster and faster, long strokes all the way out and all the way in.

"Uhn. Uhn. Yes. Yes. Uhn. Ohhhhh."

"You like that Baby?"

"Uhn. Yes. Harder. Faster!"

"Get ready, Baby."

"Uhn. Yes. Uhn."

I grabbed her hips, my hands clutching her meaty flesh, the smell of sex invading my nostrils, the sound of our bodies smashing together drowning out the sound of the bed creaking against the onslaught of carnal energy. 

"Uhn. Harder!"

I pounded faster and faster.

"Uhn. Yes. Uhn."

And then I felt it. That feeling of no turning back. The house could be on fire, or my wife could enter room, but nothing could stop the rush to the finish. I pounded faster and faster, feeling every nerve ending on fire. 

"Harder!"

Faster and faster, I thrust in and out of her. My fingers were digging into her hips now. Our bodies were slamming together. She was thrusting back to meet my thrusts. 

"Fill me. Fill me with your cum. Fill me up!"

I pumped faster and faster. The cum was boiling in my balls, my cock was harder than steel, every nerve was tingling. 

"Come on Baby, fill me with your cum. I want your cum in my pussy. Fill me up!"

I thrust again and again. I was on the precipice. Deeper and deeper. Faster. My whole body wanted to cum. Harder.

"Uhn. UHN! MMMMMM! YES! FILL ME! FILL ME! I'M CUMMING!"

And then I erupted. The first blast felt like a fire hose had suddenly erupted from my groin as I splashed cum inside her pussy. That was followed by a second, and then a third blast, each almost as intense as the first. I slowed down. I let go of her hips, but kept thrusting shorter and shorter strokes. And then I collapsed on top of her.

"That was so good, lover. So good.!"

I was too spent to respond. I just laid on top of her, trying to catch my breath. After about ten minutes I got up to go turn on the shower. When I returned Veronica had rolled over onto her back, and I could see the cum oozing from her pussy. With one hand she was rubbing the cum into her clit, and with the other she was squeezing a nipple. 

"Suck my other nipple. I think I can cum one more time."

I laid next to her and put her right nipple into my mouth. I sucked it somewhat lethargically while she diddled her clit and pinched the other nipple. In less than a minute she had another small orgasm.

"That was wonderful," she said. "I could get used to this. I am going to enjoy having you as my lover. I never realized how selfish Maria has been. No wonder she is smiling and laughing all the time. Now I have something to smile about."

We showered, then I returned to work, somewhat worse for the wear. All things considered, it was a very good lunch meeting. Too bad I could not account for those hours on my daily time records.



The BBW Chronicles Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Marisol

Thursday morning dragged from one appointment to the next. I spent the entire morning watching the clock, as the hands slowly crawled toward noon. At 11:55 I grabbed my keys and headed for the parking garage. I drove home in a hurry, anxious but unsure of what to expect. Veronica and I had not spoken since our lunchtime tryst on Tuesday, so I had no reason to expect a repeat performance so soon. 

I raised the garage door remotely as I pulled into the driveway. I parked in the garage, turned off the engine, and entered the house. I stopped at the door to close the garage. Just as the garage door was halfway closed I saw a car pull into the driveway just behind my car. I reversed the descending door and saw Veronica emerging from her vehicle. She entered the garage, met me at the door, and greeted me with a kiss. 

"Hello lover," she said. "What are we having for lunch?"

"Hot dog and doughnuts?" I asked.

"Mmm" she purred, grasping my crotch. "Is that the house specialty?"

"It is when I am having you for lunch."

We kissed again, and then headed for the stairs. We both started undressing before we reached the bedroom, and were down to our underwear by the time I closed the bedroom door behind us. As soon as my underwear were off Veronica pushed me onto the bed, crawled on top of me, and passionately kissed me. I shifted my hips and tried to maneuver the head of my cock toward the entrance of her pussy, but she raised her hips and kept it just out of my reach. I futilely stabbed upward two more times, but each time I only felt air.

"What's your hurry, Baby?" she asked.

"Maria gets home early today. I need to erase all evidence of your visit before she gets here."

"Don't worry, she has a meeting with the director of one of the facilities at 4:00. Then she has a 40 mile drive in rush hour traffic. We have all afternoon."

"Oh, really. You know my wife's schedule better than I do?" 

"She called me an hour ago. We talk two or three times a day, you know? Now let's have some lunch." 

She turned around, put her feet on either side of my head, and lowered her pussy to my face. This is my favorite way to eat pussy. For one thing, it is easier on my neck and back. But more importantly, the pussy just opens up and reveals all of the tasty morsels that otherwise might be tucked between the folds. 

I extended my tongue and started licking those sweet juicy lips that were hanging from her cunt, just an inch from my face. I paused for a second and inhaled her aroma, smelling a combination of soap, flowers, and just a hint of feminine musk. licked the crevasses on either side of each lip, and then gave her long licks from her asshole to her clit, my tongue barely making contact with her sweet flesh. I then licked between the folds of her pussy, tasting the wetness that had begun to flow from her chasm. The taste was exhilarating. My restraint crumbled as my attempts to tease her only inflamed my own desire. I flicked my tongue faster over her clit, alternately licking up and down and side to side. I sucked her lips into my mouth, feeling them extend and swell as I pressed my lips against the tender flesh. 

Veronica's restraint also collapsed. She lowered her crotch to my mouth and started riding my face, rocking her hips forward and backward across my mouth, my nose and my chin. She used all of my face for friction, grinding her clit against my nose, my mustache, my lips, and my goateed chin. She rocked back and forth, pressing harder and harder with all of her weight on my face. 

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh!" she moaned, as the first orgasm wracked her body. 

She paused for a second, just long enough to catch her breath after cumming so hard. I used that opportunity to resume my attack on her clit. I flicked my tongue back and forth, up and down, increasing the speed and pressure as I continued licking. After about two minutes of this assault by my tongue, she began to ride another wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her hips rocked forward and backward, and she gradually increased the pressure of her pussy on my face. She rocked faster and faster, pressing more and more of her weight on my face. I stopped trying to lick any particular spot, and just let her fuck my face. Back and forth she rocked, from my nose to my chin, rubbing her moist flesh all over me. The aroma of soap and flowers was gone, now, replaced entirely by the scent of her lust. Every time her pussy passed over my tongue I tasted more and more of her musky wetness. She ground her crotch into my nose, on my chin, and on my mouth.

"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! More! Don't stop!" she howled, mashing my head into the pillow as she pushed her crotch harder and harder into my face. 

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm! MMMMMMMM! "

She rolled off me as her orgasm subsided. "Mmm that was good. So good. I could get used to that every day."

I turned around in the bed, crawling once more toward her pussy. I was going to resume licking her once again, but she put her hand on my head and gently pushed me away.

"Not now. Not yet. My chocha needs a break," she panted.

"Who said I was going for your pussy?" I asked, changing my plan in midstream. "That sweet juicy snatch isn't the only point of interest down there, you know. It's about time I explore your backside."

"Well, aren't you a naughty boy?" she asked.

I kneeled between her thighs and put my hands under her knees. I pushed her knees into her chest, causing her ass to lift off the bed. I wedged a couple of pillows between her butt and the mattress, and then lowered my face to the crack of her ass and started licking. I licked up and down the length of her crack a few times, and then concentrated my attention on her puckered rosebud. I swirled my tongue around and around, licking and kissing her lovely pucker. I swirled around and around, then backed off. I stiffened my tongue and then pressed it against her hole, pushing against the ring, pushing until I felt it start to give. I pushed the tip in and out several times, each time feeling a slackening in her resistance. I reached a finger around her thigh and started to lightly stroke her clit as I resumed swirling my tongue around her anus. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned.

I continued licking her ass and stroking her clit. Her moaning increased, and she started to buck her hips. I felt her ring becoming more and more relaxed as I continued licking. I could not tell if she were an anal virgin, but it was pretty apparent to me that she did not regularly receive analingus. Her reactions continuously registered surprise, rather than recognition. 

"UUUUUUUnhhhhhh!" Her groaning intensified. 

I flattened my tongue and gave her long, broad licks from the bottom of her ass to the top of her slit. Juices were flowing from her pussy, faster than I could lick them up. I licked and licked as she pressed her hands against the back of my head and pushed my face deeper into her juicy crotch. I concentrated again on her asshole, pushing my tongue against the tight little ring. I licked and pushed, getting her used to the concept of pleasure emanating from her ass. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm! I'm cumming! Mmmmmmm!" 

I sensed that she was ready for the next step. I placed the tip of my finger against her slippery asshole, and gently pushed. The tip entered easily, so I pushed it to the first knuckle and then to the second. I stroked back and forth, in and out with one finger, while I continued to stroke her clit with my other hand. 

"What are you doing? That feels so good! You're making me cum!"

I removed my finger from her ass, but continued stroking her clit. I knelt between her thighs and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, getting it slick with her juices. She continued to moan, feeling the head slipping up and down the length of her pussy. When the head was sufficiently slathered in her juices I pushed forward, entering her pussy in one swift thrust.

"Unghhhhhh. Yes, fuck me. Fuck me. I'm cumming. Yes. Unghhhhh!"

I pushed in and out, thrusting all the way in, and then pulling completely out. After several deep thrusts my cock was completely coated in her juices. I continued thrusting as Veronica reached her climax, moaning and grunting with every thrust. When she started to come down from her climax, I pulled out.

"Nooo. Don't stop. Fuck me some more."

"Turn over," I told her.

She quickly rolled over, assuming the doggy position with her ass in the air and her face pressed into a pillow. I reached into the night stand and pulled out a tube of KY. I applied a large dollop to her asshole, and then smeared some more all over my cock, concentrating on the head. I squatted behind her, and pushed down on her ass, adjusting the angle until my cockhead was level with her asshole. I spread her checks, placed my dick against her puckered rosebud, and started gently pushing. Her asshole provided minimal resistance, and after only a few seconds of gentle pressure, the head popped past her ring and entered her ass. 

"Mmmmmmmm. So my lover is a buttfucker, too? You are a pervert. I have only done this once before. Just be gentle and you can have my ass any time you want."

I didn't say anything. Instead, I resumed pushing. My cock slowly disappeared between her creamy caramel cheeks, one inch at a time. When it was halfway in I started to pull back, until just the head was being gripped by her anal ring. Then I slowly pushed in again. I was almost completely inside her when I pulled out once again, leaving just the head inside her. I paused for several seconds, and then pushed in a little bit more forcefully, burying my entire cock inside her ass. 

"Does Maria let you fuck her in the ass?" 

"Not as often as I would like, but yes, she does."

"She never mentioned that before. I'll have to talk to her about keeping secrets from me."

"Maybe she hasn't told you as much as you think. That's good. That means I will have some surprises for you."

"Ooooooooo, more surprises! Naughty surprises like fucking my ass? Don't worry, I have some surprises for you, too."

I slowly stroked in and out of her ass, enjoying the exquisite feeling of her asshole clutching my cock; the visual stimulation of her big round ass surrounding my pole; the aural stimulation of her deep moans and rapid gasps; and the olfactory sensation of the aroma rising from her warm, wet pussy. As I enjoyed the sensations I found myself thrusting in and out at an increasing velocity. My nerves were on fire. My senses were overloading. I dug my fingers into her hips, squeezing her feminine flesh as I thrust faster and faster. Her asshole was completely relaxed. I pulled my cock completely out of her ass, and bent over to kiss her gaping hole. I intended to pause for a few minutes and lick her ass some more, but tasting the KY residue on her ass convinced me otherwise. I put my dick back into her ass and resumed thrusting.

"Unghhhhhhhhh! That's it baby, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass baby, fuck my ass."

"Oh yes, your ass feels so good. MMMmm."

"Unghhhhhhh! You like fucking my ass? Unghhhhhhhhh! My big, white, Cuban ass. You like fucking this ass?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm. Oh yes, baby, oh yes. Mmmmmmmmm!"

"C'mon assfucker, fuck my ass. Fuck my big ass. Unghhhhhhhhh! That's it. That's it. Unghhhhhh! Fuck my ass."

I pushed in and out, slamming my groin into her lush ass over and over. The sensations were overwhelming me. I pushed deeper with every thrust, pulling her hips against me and then pushing her away. I felt her finger tips on my balls, and then realized that she was fingering her clit as my cock penetrated her asshole over and over and over. 

"Unghhhhhh! Faster baby, fuck me faster. Give it to me. Unghhhhh! Yes, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Unghhhhhhhhh!"

The sensation started in my balls, and then traveled throughout my body. I felt an intense wave of pleasure – a hungry, insistent pleasure – taking over my body. All thoughts were crowded out of my mind. Nothing existed except the wave that was consuming me. A wave of white hot electricity, growing, becoming more intense, an animal need craving satisfaction. 

"OOOOOOoooooohhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Cum in my ass! Cum with me! Now! Cum with me! Unghhhhhhh! Unghhhhhhh! Unghhhhhhh! Unghhhhhhh!"

I dug my fingers into her fleshy hips, and then hammered her ass with a series of violent thrusts, each feeding the wave of pleasure, each responding to the need boiling in my balls. I slammed into her ass over and over and over.

"AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I felt a jet of cum rush up my shaft and explode in her ass. I slammed her ass as a second, and then a third spurt of white hot cum jetted into her bowels. I finally started to slow my thrusting as I felt two more spurts erupt from my cock. I pulled out as a river of cum ran out of her gaping asshole, dripping onto the sheets. I collapsed onto her back, and then rolled off onto my own back. 

"Wow. Are you OK?" I asked when I was finally able to catch my breath.

"Umm hmmmm," she purred. "Do you fuck Maria's ass like that?"

"Not like that. I don't know what happened, I sort of lost all control. I hope I didn't hurt you."

"I'm OK. Really. I'm just glad I won't be seeing you again until next week."

*  *  *

I continued to meet Veronica for "lunch" on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the next four weeks. On the last Tuesday of May, however, I realized that I had a problem. School was out for the summer, and my kids were going to be home all day. I could not meet her, nor could I even take the chance of her coming by my home at noon. My concerns were alleviated when I pulled into my office parking garage just as a text message popped up on my cell phone.

My house. Noon. Park in garage and come inside. Vero.

Relieved, I sent a quick text saying OK, and then went to work. At 11:50 I briskly left the office and drove back to my neighborhood. Instead of pulling onto my street I turned left at the entrance to the development and drove to Veronica's house. There was a car that I did not recognize parked in her driveway, but the garage door was open so I pulled in and parked in the garage as she requested. I got out of the car, closed the garage door, and entered the house.

Once inside I was surprised to find Veronica and another woman standing together. The other woman was a strikingly beautiful older Latin woman. She stood about 5'5" tall, I guessed her weight to be around 230 lbs., and she had shoulder length black hair dyed burgundy (Cuban red, as my wife and I call it). She wore a very pretty knee-length blue and green floral print dress that gathered under her ample bust, which combined with the low-cut neckline created a formidable distraction. The dress draped loosely over the rest of her body, flaring over her prodigious butt and hips. She wore cobalt blue sandals that revealed her perfectly painted toes. Her make-up was impeccable, and her emerald earrings bracelet and necklace completed the look. She wore no ring on either hand.

"Miguel, this is Marisol. Marisol is a neighbor of yours, she lives around the corner and down the block from your house."

At that point I recognized her. Although we had never spoken to one another, I had seen her walking her dog in the evening on several occasions.

"Marisol lost her husband two years ago." Veronica continued. " Before he died he had been sick for nearly five years. It has been nearly seven years since Marisol last had sex with a man. I have given her a vibrator, which she uses quite frequently, I might add, but she tells me that she needs more. Maybe I had a little to do with that desire, or more than a little, but that is not important. She needs a man to make love to her, and I volunteered your services."

Stunned, I turned to Marisol. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"She doesn't speak English, by the way. I know that you speak some Spanish, but she speaks almost no English. But that should not be a problem. 

"What that means, is that we can talk in front of her in English and she will have no idea what we are saying. If you say no, I will make up a story for her so that she is only disappointed and not crushed, but please try to keep your facial expression neutral. 

"I want you to make love to her like you do with me. Be a little bit more gentle with her, she is 56 years old, but I want you to make her feel loved, desired, adored...... worshiped. Give her the best sex she has ever had. I don't think her husband was very good even when he was healthy. He never went down on her. He had sex with her almost every day, but she rarely had an orgasm with him. Those were few and far between. Luckily, she had the house to herself during the day so her fingers could do the walking, if you know what I mean.

"Miguel, you said that you would never say 'no' to me. This is what I want."

"What's in it for you?" I asked.

"I'm going to watch. I never told you this, but I am a huge voyeur. I love watching porn. I rent 4 or 5 videos per week. But watching live fucking is even better."

"And Marisol is OK with that? She seems a little too repressed to be an exhibitionist."

"We have an understanding. I told her that if I am going to share my lover with her, I had to be there to make sure that she did not damage him. I will be out of the way, she won't see me. My presence should not inhibit either of you. Especially you."

I did not know what to say, but the tent in my pants spoke volumes.

Veronica glanced at my crotch.

"I think you see my point. Are we ready? Let's go to my bedroom," Veronica said, herding us down the hall toward her master bedroom. 

Once inside the bedroom, Veronica turned to us, glanced in the direction of the bed, and said, "OK kids, have fun!" She then retreated to the master bathroom, closing the door behind her. 

I started unbuttoning my shirt, but paused when I saw that Marisol was looking in my direction but making no move to take off her clothes. It occurred to me that she was expecting me to undress her. I stepped toward her, took her in my arms and kissed her exquisitely plump red lips. She responded tentatively at first, and then with increasing urgency. Her full breasts pressed into my chest as I pulled her closer. My fully erect cock ground into her belly button as she leaned into me, applying friction directly onto my crotch. She was a curious mixture of hunger and restraint, desire and propriety, sexuality and class. Her heavy breathing and full mouth kissing told me that she was ready and wanted me as much as I wanted her. Yet she made no move to undress me or herself. 

I reached behind her and located the top of her zipper. She offered no resistance as I pulled the zipper all the way down to the top of her panties. Her dress fell off her shoulders, catching at her hips. I gave it a tug and she performed a quick wiggle, causing to fall to her ankles. I paused for just a second to take in the sight of her in her blue lace bra with green embroidery, matching blue and green lace panties, and her sandals. I was fully hard – uncomfortably hard – and I still had not finished unwrapping my present. I kissed her again as I unfastened the clasp of her bra, and then with her assistance dropped it to the floor. Her breasts were at least a D cup, probably DD. They looked to be just a bit larger than my wife's, and similarly shaped. Her pale brown areolae were about the size of a half dollar, and her rigid nipples stuck out about a quarter of an inch. Her age was apparent here, as the nipples pointed toward 5 o'clock, rather than 3, as I imagined they probably had a few decades ago. Nonetheless, they were big, full and beautiful, and I could not wait to get my mouth on them.

But I did wait. My desire compelled me to finish unveiling this exquisite beauty, so I dropped my hands to her hips, grabbed her panties with both hands, and pulled them to the floor. When I stood up again, before I could even take in the entirety of her nakedness, she put her hands in my hair and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me with more passion than before, her hunger causing her restraint to crumble. 




The BBW Chronicles Ch. 02



After several seconds she broke the kiss and took a step backward. Wearing nothing but her sandals I got my first really good luck at her mature, shapely beauty. Her skin was smooth and creamy white, nearly blemish-free and devoid of noticeable stretch marks. Her breasts were large, full and heavy, but they definitely pointed downward. Her smooth belly bulged as the eye traveled downward, and her hips and round ass flared out erotically. She had thick thighs that touched from knee to butt, and tapered to her sturdy knees and calves. She also had a full black bush between her legs, which is something that I am not too crazy about. In any event, she was precisely the type of woman that I find most desirable: A pear-shaped body with big boobs and an even bigger ass, supported by thick legs tapering to a delicate pair of feet. I thought to myself that if my wife looked as good in 10 years as Marisol does now, then I will indeed be a very lucky man.

Marisol stood a step away from me, looking hungrily in my direction, but making no move toward .me. I realized that now that she was nude she must have been expecting me to join her state of undress, so I finished taking off my shirt and then sat on the bed to remove my shoes and socks. I stood up and unbuckled my belt, and then removed my pants and underwear. Her eyes got even bigger when she saw my fully erect cock, and once I placed my clothes on the dresser she lunged toward me. Stepping out of her shoes, she kneeled in front of me and wrapped one hand around my cock and cupped my balls with the other hand. She licked the head and then the shaft, licking it like an ice cream cone. After a few minutes of licking she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around my cock, smearing her deep red lipstick all over the shaft. 

After a minute or two of her oral ministrations, I realized that she was just not that good at giving head. She easily swallowed almost the entire shaft, but her pace or her pressure or something I could not define was just not working for me. Maybe she used too much hand, I don't know exactly what it was, but I was not really enjoying her blow job. Normally I would have given her instructions, but she spoke no English and I could not develop the thoughts in Spanish quickly enough to make the effort worthwhile. I moaned in appreciation however, but when I felt my hardness starting to dissipate, I realized that I had to stop her before I lost my erection completely and killed the moment we were otherwise enjoying. I started moaning a little louder, then grabbed two handfuls of her hair and forced my cock deeper in her mouth, searching for her throat. She started to gag, so I pulled out and released her hair. I reached for her arm, stood her up, and turned her so that her back was toward the bed. I then gently nudged her backward. She understood that I wanted her to lie on the bed. I wanted her to believe that her cocksucking skills had made me so hot for her that I had to have her immediately. Laying on her back, she spread her legs wide, confirming the success of my deception. 

I climbed onto the bed, leaned over her, and placed my mouth on her right nipple. She gasped as I gently sucked, attempting to gauge her sensitivity, her tolerance, and her response. She placed her hands on the back of my head and started to moan, so I continued applying the same gentle pressure. The nipple was thick, firm, and smelled of a flowery perfume. After a few minutes I released the nipple and moved my mouth over to her other breast. The left nipple was just as rigid as the right. I sucked for several minutes, all while listening as her moans intensified and the pressure of her hands on the back of my head remained constant. I alternated from right to left and from left to right, gently sucking, applying no more pressure than was necessary to maintain her state of arousal.

I hungered for more, and I knew that she did too. I started kissing between her pillowy breasts, tracing a path with my lips across her soft, smooth and pleasantly fragrant belly until I reached her belly button. I paused for just a second to lick that area, readjusted my position on the bed, and then continued kissing downward. She was soft and smooth everywhere, a fleshy mound of mature femininity.

When I reached the upper edge of her pubic bush she gasped, and then started to panic.

"Que hachendo? No de' me beso en la chocha," she implored.

Apparently Veronica was correct, Marisol's husband never went down on her. She was in for a new experience today. Ignoring her pleas I kissed her bush, kissed the inside of her thighs, and then spread her lips, deeply inhaled her aroma, and planted a kiss right on the center of her wet pussy. I think that Marisol was in shock for a moment, but when I started licking up and down her juicy slit her hands returned to the back of my head as she pushed my face deeper into her pussy. 

"Aye, que rico Papi, que rico!"

Doing my best to ignore the thick bush covering her fat mound, I licked her up and down over and over, sucking in her delicious juices as her pussy continued to flow. She squeezed my head between her thighs; I had to slap her ass to keep her from crushing my skull. But that pressure was replaced by her fingers digging into my scalp as she pushed my face deeper and deeper into her moist valley. I licked and licked, and then moved my attention an inch upward. Finding her clit, I sucked it into my mouth, trapped it between my lips, and started whipping it back and forth with the tip of my tongue. She exploded in climax.

"Aye Papi, uhmmmmmm! Chupa mi chocha! Chupa mi chocha Papi! Uhhhhmmmmmmmm!"

I continued licking and sucking. Most of my efforts were centered on her clit, but my tongue wandered to her slippery hole so that I could drain the juices freely flowing from within her. She came a second time and then a third, squeezing my head between her thighs and pulling my hair as if to steer my mouth while she climaxed. She relaxed momentarily after her third climax, so I used that opportunity to extricate myself from the vice-like grip of her thighs. 

It was at that point that I noticed, for the first time, a buzzing sound emanating from the corner of the bedroom. Looking up I saw Veronica sitting in an upholstered chair, completely nude, her legs spread wide and her thighs draped over the arms of the chair, her head tilted backward, and her hands working a vibrator over her clit. Marisol's line of sight was blocked by the dresser, but from my position I had a clear view of Veronica obviously enjoying the performance so far.

My cock was harder than it had been at any point all day. I briefly thought about asking for a condom, and then decided against. Marisol was post-menopausal, so preventing pregnancy was not a consideration. I assumed that her husband had been her only sexual partner for over 30 years, so the risk of disease was negligible. And truthfully, I just did not want to wear one.

I crawled between her thighs, placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and pushed forward. It entered effortlessly. The warm, wet, buttery feeling of her pussy surrounding my cock was indescribable. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and then a low, steady moan coming from Marisol. Her hands closed behind my head, and her legs closed around my back. I sank into her soft flesh, luxuriating in the sensual pleasure of her soft silken skin, her warm cavern, her erect nipples, her beautiful face, and her throaty groans. She enveloped me in her arms and legs, her belly and breasts. 

I held my cock in place deep inside of her, my weight supported by my elbows, as I ground my pubic bone against her clit. I held that position for about 30 seconds, savoring the feeling of her pussy and the sound of moans escaping the back of her throat. I then proceeded to withdraw, very slowly. I pulled all the way out of her, and then held my position again, this time with just the tip of my dick touching the edge of her moist lips. I held as long as could, fighting my own urges and the pressure of her calves trying to pull me downward.. After 10 seconds of holding out I entered her again, this time pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out. I started pumping in and out of her, firmly pushing long strokes of my cock deep inside and then all the way out of her deliciously hot pussy.

Her moans were replaced with a deep grunt on every downstroke.

"Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn. Uhn."

I adjusted my angle, and then adjusted again, finally finding the point where the head of my cock scraped her G-spt with every thrust. She trembled beneath me as the stimulation became more intense. 

"Ayyyyyyyyy Pappiiiiiiiii! Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

She was far from the tightest pussy I had ever been in, but at this angle it did not matter. She was slick – the sheets were getting soaked – but the friction on the top of my shaft and all over the head was more than adequate. It felt as though my cock were getting harder and longer with every stroke. It felt thicker, too, expanding to fill her tunnel. My pleasure increased as I pushed and pulled in and out of her, stroking her G-spot with every thrust. 

Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that it was not that my cock getting bigger, but she was clenching her vaginal muscles in perfect rhythm with my thrusts that was causing her pussy to feel progressively tighter. Her muscles pulsed with every inward thrust, as though the slippery membranes were trying to grab my cock and hold it inside of her. The result was a warm, moist throbbing that tightened around my shaft with every stab into her. I fought the urge to pick up the pace, as I wanted to prolong the pleasure for both of us. 

Marisol had numerous small orgasms as we continued fucking, but they seemed to be mere way points on the road to a massive climax that was building inside of her. I tried my best to control my own rising climax so that I did not arrive before her. I tried stopping momentarily, but each time I was met with heels pressed into my ass, fingers digging into my shoulders and her insistant cries.

"NOO Papi! De' me lo! De' me lo!"

I tried that a few times, but each time her persistence overcame my willpower. So I resorted to a very risky tactic. I started thinking non-sexual thoughts. The risk was that I could lose my erection. I would no doubt get another one, but the delay would be frustrating to both of us, and she might not reach the place she was trying so hard to get to. So I let my mind wander to the least sexual thing I could think of: work. For ten or fifteen seconds at a time I let my mind drift to the file sitting on my desk at the office, and when I had backed away from the edge of cumming by just enough, I returned my focus to Veronica's bedroom. 

When my consciousness returned I heard the bed bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts and the simultaneous slapping of my crotch into Marisol's soft fleshy thighs. I heard her grunts and occasional squeals. I heard the sloshing sound of her juices being dislodged with every thrust of my cock into her dripping cavern. I heard the buzzing of Veronica's vibrator across the room, her ragged breathing and her deep moans. I smelled the aroma of womanly musk overpowering Marisol's perfume and the background floral scent of Veronica's bedroom. I smelled her breath, no longer minty fresh but not yet offensive, and wondered for a second how my breath was holding up. I felt the heat of her pussy, the velvety moist clamp that continued to squeeze my dick with every thrust. I felt the moisture seeping into the sheets. I felt Marisol's soft fleshy thighs pulling me into her warm embrace. I felt her belly quivering with every impact of my body against hers. I felt her heavy breasts beneath my hairy chest, her nipples stimulated by the friction of our moving bodies. I saw her beautiful face, her clear skin, her mouth twisting and contorting, her eyes squeezed shut. Her thick mane of dark hair spread across the pillow in an unruly mess. 

And I felt my body as though it were on fire. Not the painful burning of actual flames, but every nerve ending on every inch of my skin tingling with pleasure, desire, and lust. As my consciousness returned I felt the inferno starting in my groin, radiating to the tips of my fingers and toes, and exploding in my brain. I felt it building, faster than I could control. I felt Marisol squeezing me tighter, heard her moans getting louder, which caused my inferno to race out of control even faster. I wondered for a second if she were ready to reach her peak yet, and knowing that I had only a split second to decide if I would ride this wave of pleasure to the end, I retreated once again to the office. I cleared my thoughts of pleasure, revisited my otherwise mundane daily schedule, and let the fire ebb. 

I repeated this process three or four more times, but after another fifteen minutes of fucking through intermittent mental side trips to the office, I noticed that Marisol's climax was no longer building. My out of body forays were not only prolonging my release, but they were also prolonging Marisol's. I switched to a different technique. I moved my hips forward a fraction of an inch, just enough to change the angle of my cock entering her pussy. This angle provided less friction, but I hoped that it would allow me to maintain my focus on Marisol for her benefit. I started fucking her faster and harder, to make up for the decrease in friction. I also began paying attention to her tits again, alternately sucking each nipple for several seconds at a time. My strategy worked. Her moans steadily increased in volume and the shudders I felt from each of her small orgasms were increasing in frequency and intensity. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Si' Papi, si'! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Aye, que rico! De me lo Papi! Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

I felt my own orgasm building as well. The tingling in my body was getting stronger and stronger, each wave seeming to ignite more and more nerve endings. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Si! Si! Si! Si! Si! Si! Aaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy!"

I was just a few seconds behind her. I could have cum at exactly the same instant, but I felt that just a little more time and I would reach an even higher peak. I continued thrusting in and out of her, even as I felt her growing slack beneath me. As she slackened, I felt my climax diminishing slightly. Without even thinking, I became just a little bit selfish. I adjusted my angle one final time, put her calves on my shoulders, and started thrusting with long deep strokes as hard and as fast as I could. I felt the wave returning. I felt it grow. I slammed into her, over and over, rocking my weight against her thick legs, thrusting my cock in and out of her hot pussy, this angle providing maximum depth for additional stimulation, and maximum tightness without the necessity of her clenching. I thrust in and out, in and out, deeper and harder with every thrust. Her heavy legs provided just enough resistance to my thrusts as I grabbed and squeezed her butt cheeks, thrusting deeper and harder, faster and faster. Finally, I felt the valve open as a torrent of cum raced from my balls, up the shaft, and spraying the inside of her pussy. The first massive jet was quickly followed by a second, a third, and then a fourth spurt. 

I removed her legs from my shoulders and collapsed on top of her. I heard Veronica click off her vibrator, and all three of us panting. I felt Marisol's heart beating beneath her breast, thumping against my ear seemingly in a race with my own heartbeat. No one said anything for several minutes. 

I did not intend to lose control. I am no longer young, and Marisol is nearly ten years older than me. She is clearly not in the best physical condition. I planned to be gentle with her, maintaining control at all times, but in the heat of the moment my composure slipped. In the last minute of our union I had put my own needs ahead of hers. I could not help myself, and I seriously wondered if there was anything I could have done differently. But it all felt so good, I simply could not stop myself. 

Marisol and I continued to lie motionless. The aroma of our sexual fluids had finally overpowered Veronica's air freshener and almost become a fourth presence in the room. I was enjoying the aroma and her heartbeat immediately beneath me. Finally, Veronica got up and said, "I'm going to the guest bathroom to get cleaned up. You two can use my bathroom. There are fresh towels on the vanity."

I rolled off Marisol and laid next to her. Neither of us moved for several minutes. I heard Veronica's footsteps as she walked down the hall. I heard her turn on the shower without closing the bathroom door. I heard her pee and then flush the toilet. And then I heard her open and close the shower door.

Finally, I started to get up, but Marisol grabbed my arm. "Otra vez, por favor. De me lo. Otra vez te quiero," she said. I didn't think that I could do it again, but I felt that I had to try. This woman had not had sex in nearly seven years, and she chose me to end her dry spell. But I needed a few more minutes of recovery time, and then adequate stimulation to get another erection. 

I am sure that she would have given me another blow job, but I was just as sure that her technique had not improved since she last sucked my cock less than an hour ago. I looked down at her pussy, which was a cum-soaked mess. Cum was flowing out of her hole, down her crotch, and soaking the sheets beneath her. I was looking at one of the biggest wet spots I had ever seen in my entire life. Her thick bush had captured a substantial amount of our fluid as well. It was matted with globs of my sperm and her juices. 

Normally I do not mind going down on a used pussy, so long as I am the one that used it already. But most women I know are shaved, and so they do not retain so much of my cum. How ironic, I thought. I love oral sex, either giving or receiving, and yet here I was trying to avoid both. Nonetheless, I got between her legs with my ass in the air and face in her pussy, and started licking. I fingered her pussy with one hand , and stroked my cock with the other. I licked and fingered her for about 5 minutes, just long enough for my cock to start getting hard again. 

Once I had a "semi" that I was pretty confidant would retain its rigidity until I was fully inside her, I backed my face up and got in position to enter Marisol again. Before I could enter her, however, she turned over and got on all fours. 

"De me lo," she said.

I knew what she wanted and I was more than happy to oblige her. I knelt behind her and then bent over to kiss her the cheeks of her lovely fat ass. This is why I love sex in the afternoon, I thought to myself. So many women, especially BBW, have body image issues and refuse to have sex with the lights on. But there is no darkness in the daytime, and nothing to stop me from enjoying the visual sensation of her big beautiful ass. Her two creamy smooth, softly rounded globes of flesh seemed to smile sideways at me as she jiggled into position. I let my hands roam all over her cheeks, and by the time that I was done caressing her ass flesh my erection was standing proudly. 

I rubbed the head up down her wet slit as she moaned Once I had the head centered against her opening I pushed forward. My cock entered her pussy easily. Our combined fluids were so prodigious that there was no resistance whatsoever. I put my hands on her hips and started rocking back and forth. 

"Que rico, Papi, que rico."

Fluids were sloshing all around as I stabbed her pussy over and over. Each thrust seemed to cause another splash on my groin. My balls were soaked in fluid, and there was a stream of juice running down each of her thighs. The aroma intensified as I continued stirring her honey pot.




The BBW Chronicles Ch. 02



"MMMMMM Papi, de me lo. De me lo!"

She took her weight off her hands, lowered her face and shoulders to the bed, and reached with one hand to play with her clit. She pinched and twisted a nipple with the other.

I started pumping her faster, thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke. I realized my earlier fears about her fitness were unfounded. She was a thoroughbred, willing to be ridden hard. I squeezed a handful of ass flesh in each hand and started pounding her, my body smacking against her thighs and ass with every forceful thrust. Her moans intensified, and I felt the tingling starting to spread from my balls to the base of my skull. Normally my first orgasm cums after a relatively shorter period of time, and the second takes much longer to achieve. The pattern was reversed today. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew that I had only a few more minutes to give Marisol her's. I increased my tempo, thrusting fast and hard, long deep strokes that caused her ass cheeks to jiggle with every thrust. Her fingers were busy on her clit and nipple while I thrust into her with animalistic intensity. 

"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnn"

With that grunt I knew that she had crossed a threshold and would be cumming in seconds also. I dug my fingers into her soft flesh and rocked her hips backward with every one of my forward thrusts. The smack smack smack of our bodies smashing together was echoing throughout the house. I imagined that Veronica must be feeling the house shake in her shower.

I made no effort to prolong either of our climaxes. Marisol grunted with every thrust I gave her. I quickly felt the first wave of fire singing my brain. I continued pumping, the smacking of our bodies and Marisol's grunting the only sounds I was registering. Finally, I felt the switch turn to on and a wave of fire burst from my balls, up my shaft, and through the head, exploding into Marisol. 

"AYYYYYYYYY PAPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" she screamed. We had climaxed within seconds of one another.

It is unlikely that I had any more cum after my first ejaculation less than thirty minutes ago, but the feeling was just as intense, just as pleasurable. The release was just as complete. I collapsed on Marisol's ass, completely drained.

"You two kids sure hit it off, I see," Veronica chirped from the doorway, wrapped in a towel. "Are we through or will you be here the rest of the afternoon? Rates go up after 4, you know. Continental breakfast available from 6-9. Check out time is 11am. All major credit cards accepted."

For once I was too tired to respond. 



The BBW Chronicles Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Pam

Veronica called me the following morning. She told me that Marisol was effusive in her praise, and that she looked forward to getting together again soon. I, of course, had no problem with that proposition. But there was still one thing that I had to discuss with her.

"Did she enjoy having her pussy eaten?" I asked, already knowing the answer but for some reason feeling the need to be validated.

"Of course, who doesn't enjoy receiving oral sex?" she responded. "Especially when it lasts long enough to get the job done?"

"Good point. Was it really the first time for her?"

"Yes, can you imagine? Fifty-six years old and never been licked before."

"You know, she is a very sexy woman. Beautiful, enthusiastic..... why is she still single?" I asked, drifting off-topic.

"She was in love with her husband. They were married for nearly 40 years. He took very good care of her, even if he was less than creative in the bedroom. But they were happy together, faithful to one another, and she still considers him to be her husband. Before he died he arranged his financial affairs very well. The house she lives in is fully paid off. So is her car. She has sufficient income and assets to live a comfortable, but not extravagant lifestyle for the rest of her life. She cannot imagine sharing her home or her life with another man now.

"But there is one need that has not been taken care of. Until yesterday, that is. I suppose I put this in motion about six months ago. I am happy that I was able to work it out for her. That we were able to work it out for her, I should say."

"I am too. So when does she want to get together again?"

"Soon. Next week maybe."

"She is a beautiful, classy lady. I love her lush, soft body. But there is one small thing...."

"Yes?"

"Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed everything about her...."

"Stop beating around the bush. Just say it."

"You just said it for me."

"Excuse me? You lost me."

"The bush. She has the biggest, thickest bush I have ever been in. I was afraid of getting lost in there."

"I see. I didn't really notice. From where I was sitting on the other side of the dresser, I could not see her chocha." 

"I will happily make love to her again, but I might not spend as much time licking her pussy if I have to keep hacking my way through that bush every time."

"I'll see what I can do," she promised.

*  *  *

Later that day my wife called excitedly to tell me that due to another coworker's "family leave," she was able to pick up an additional shift. The downside of this news was that she would be working every other Saturday, from 9 am to 3 pm, starting the following day. 'Oh well, at least we don't have plans for Saturday,' I thought to myself.

On Saturday morning at about 9:30 am I walked to the mailbox to place a letter for pickup. It was a quiet morning, there was no traffic on the street and no one walking on the sidewalk. While standing on the curb next to the mailbox, I peered around the corner toward Marisol's house. The sun was so bright that morning that from a block away I could easily make out her form in her front yard. She was bent over, and appeared to be attaching a garden hose to a sprinkler. My mind went to work immediately. 

I went into the house, grabbed a leash, attached it to the dog's collar, and set out toward Marisol's house. I got to her yard just as the water began to spray from the sprinkler. I walked to the side of the house and found her standing there, wiping her hands with an old towel. I greeted her with a quick kiss on the cheek. She quickly ushered me and the dog through her side gate. She motioned me toward the sliding glass door in the back of her house. I tied the dog up under a tree and followed her into the house. 

Unlike the last time I saw her, she was dressed very casually today. She wore a loose-fitting pair of knee-length light blue and pale yellow plaid shorts that made her ass look absolutely huge. She also wore a light blue polo shirt that was already showing some perspiration in the middle of her back, and which fought valiantly to contain her DD sized boobs. She had a yellow visor on her head, and yellow sandals to complete her look. She wore no make-up, and her hair was tied in a ponytail beneath the visor. She had a light misting of perspiration on her forehead. 

She stopped in the kitchen to get us both a glass of ice water, and then motioned for me to sit at the counter. She asked if I wanted a cafecita, and before I could say 'no' turned to the stove and started making some Cuban coffee. In my broken Spanish I explained to her that I was very happy to see her, and that I had an hour or so before I had to return home. She spooned nearly half a cup of sugar into a small pitcher, and then poured some of the dark, strong coffee over it. She stirred vigorously until the sugar had become a rich brown foam, which she poured back into the coffee. She poured us each a small cup, and then handed one to me and indicated the sugar bowl on the counter. I tasted the strong, syrupy liquid and told her it was sweet enough. I quickly downed the coffee, and watched as she finished hers. I took a long drink of my ice water, and then stood up. 

She led me through her house to her bedroom. Along the way I noted that the house was immaculate. The furnishings were upscale, although dated. With the exception of a wall-mounted television, everything in the house looked ten or twenty years old. The decor was tasteful and refined, but not ostentatious. Pictures of her and her husband decorated the walls.

Once in the bedroom she quickly fell into my arms. We kissed passionately, pressing our bodies together as the lust began to swell. Remembering last time we were together, I started undressing her-- taking off her shirt first and then her shorts. Her lingerie was also casual – a white bra and white panties. Not quite "granny panties," but not particularly sexy either. Nonetheless, the sight of her lush body glistening in the morning sunlight caused my groin to respond favorably. I reached around her and unhooked her bra, letting it to fall the floor. I bent over, lifted a heavy breast to my mouth, and started sucking on her thick nipple. She started moaning immediately, and then pushed my head to the other breast. I released the right nipple and then took the left into my mouth. I gently closed my teeth around her nub, and sucked even harder on that one. Her moaning intensified. She held her breast with both hands, feeding me her chewy flesh. With both of my hands free I caressed the sides of her warm, soft torso, letting my hands fall to her waist. I grabbed her panties with both hands and pulled them downward, letting them fall to her feet. I continued sucking her nipple and caressing her soft flesh, working my hand to her crotch. That is when she surprised me. Instead of finding her thick bush, I instead found a clean, smooth mound. Thank you, Vero, I thought to myself. It was my turn to moan as my fingers parted her folds, searching for her clit. Opening her lips, I found her to be leaking fluids already. 

She backed herself to the bed, sat on the edge, and then laid back with her legs hanging over the edge. I stopped to admire the smooth, plump pussy inviting me to feast. Her pink inner lips were extending slightly from the fat folds. She was completely smooth, with no hint of stubble or razor burn. I guessed that she must have waxed it for me. I was determined to repay the effort.

I undressed rather quickly. I took a pillow off her bed, put it on the floor in front of her, and then kneeled on the pillow. I was face-to-face, so to speak, with that marvelously sweet pussy. She opened her thick thighs to accommodate me, resting them heavily on my shoulders. I leaned in and started licking enthusiastically.

She started moaning immediately. As my tongue tasted every tender fleshy morsel in her pink crevice, she reached down with both hands to pull her lips apart, opening her slit even wider. This caused her clit to stand out proudly from its fleshy sheath, as if begging for attention. I attacked it zealously, licking it with broad strokes of my flattened tongue. 

Her first orgasm approached quickly, but I continued my assault on her clit. I then made my tongue as rigid as possible and stabbed it into her vagina for several minutes, fucking her with my extended tongue. She moaned and gasped but did not seem to be reaching an orgasm that way, so moved up slightly and resumed my assault on her clit. With my tongue still rigid I flicked the tip over her clit in a varying pattern and at varying speeds. Her moaning intensified. I sensed that a major orgasm was approaching, so I continued flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. 

She rocked her hips, thrusting her pussy at my face. Her moans grew louder, as I continued flicking my tongue . 

"Ayyyyyyyy Pappiiiii ayyyyyyyyyy!" 

I sucked her lips into my mouth, and then sought out her clit with my teeth. Finding the firm little nib with the tip of my tongue, I gently closed my teeth so that they were just touching it. I inhaled, creating vacuum pressure on her sensitive pink flesh. I sucked and licked, as her thighs flapped against my ears. She started lurching, and I knew that she had reached her peak.

"Ayyyyyyyy! Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!"

I let go of her as I stood up, which caused her to rock forward. Catching her self with her hands on the edge of the bed as her feet somewhat awkwardly hit the floor, she leaned forward, stood up, and then wrapped her arms around me. I gave her a deep kiss, letting her taste the juices that were dripping off my face. 

After about thirty seconds I broke the kiss. She was as warmed up as she was ever going to get, and my erection required satisfaction. I turned her around facing the bed. I placed one foot between her legs, and gently tapped each ankle to indicate that I wanted her to spread her legs a little more. I then pushed her forward, bending her over the bed. Her knees bent slightly as her face and breasts hit the mattress. She was at the perfect height and optimal angle for my cock's assault on her vagina. 

Before entering her, I paused for a second to admire the view. Her thick legs formed a chunky figure 'A' shape. Her big, round, creamy white ass formed the apex of the 'A', the two soft globes of flesh jiggling each time she shifted her weight even slightly. The deep crevasse dividing those two magnificent cheeks parted just enough to reveal her slippery pink inner lips protruding from her smooth, puffy outer lips. I was tempted to get down on the floor and start licking her pussy again, but the steely erection pointing up from my groin commanded me to stay on task. 

I grabbed my cock with one hand and placed the other on her hip. I stroked the head of my cock up and down her slit for a few seconds, getting it nice and slick. I then lined it up at her opening, grabbed her by both hips, and pushed forward. My cock parted her lips and entered her in one smooth stroke. I met no resistance whatsoever as I pushed it all the way into her. 

"Mmmmmm, de me lo, Papi, de me lo. De me todo."

Remembering that she liked to be pounded forcefully, I wasted no time in setting a rigorous pace. She started to reach for her clit with her lift hand, but I intercepted it and pulled her toward me. He right hand followed, so I grabbed that one also. She was now bent over the bed, her face and chest pressed into the mattress, her ass in the air, and her legs spread wide. I was standing behind her, holding her wrists in each hand, thrusting into her from behind. With every forward thrust of my groin I pulled back on her wrists. Our bodies smacked together, my stomach, groin and thighs colliding with her big ass and fleshy thighs, over and over and over.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh."

Every thrust was met with a grunt from her. 

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh."

I pounded her faster and faster, harder and harder.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh."

My cock was sloshing the fluids in her pussy. The smacking sound of our colliding bodies grew louder. Her grunting took on a higher pitch.

"Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh."

She was cumming, and so was I. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her by the hips. My fingers dug into her soft flesh as my strokes got faster and faster. 

"Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh."

The wave rose, and I was on top of it. A searing hot wave of pleasure exploded in brain just as I felt a jolt of white hot cum blasting from the head of my cock. One spurt after another, filling her pussy and then splashing out, running down the duvet and collecting on the carpet between my feet. I kept thrusting, gradually slowing, until I felt no more contractions in my balls. My cock started to soften, and I collapsed on the bed. Marisol put one arm around me and then dozed off to sleep. 

* * *

Veronica called me at work on Monday morning. "Well," she asked, "when do I get you back? Did I make a mistake introducing you to Marisol?"

"You can have me whenever you want me."

"Then are we still on for lunch tomorrow?"

"Of course."

"Will it be worth my while? Or is Marisol sapping all of your energy?"

"We worked out an arrangement. I am going to see her every other Saturday morning. I will have plenty of energy for you. And Maria."

"I'm not worried about her fat selfish ass. She needs to stop being so greedy."

"I thought she was your friend?"

"She is. All the more reason why she should share with me. Girlfriends need to look out for one another."

"And fucking her husband is looking out for one another?"

"Fucking her husband is sharing our assets. Its keeping me from having to go out and find some good dick. And its keeping you from going out and having an affair. I know men like to go out and get some 'strange.' I keep you too worn out to think of cheating on her. So I am doing her a favor, in a way."

"Your thought process is rather interesting."

"Are you complaining?"

"No, not at all."

"I didn't think so. Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Mmmmmmm, no, I'll leave it at that."

"Don't you want to thank me?"

"Ummmm sure, thank you. For what?"

"I took care of that landscaping problem you mentioned. You know, that out of control shrubbery growing between your new girlfriend's legs?"

"Oh, yes. That situation. Thank you. What did you do?"

"I told her that men don't like hacking through a jungle just to get to the sweet fruit hiding underneath. If she wanted you to lick her again, she was going to have to take care of it."

"Did you tell her I complained?"

"No, I told her that I could not help but notice it on Thursday, even though somehow I actually missed it."

"I don't know how you could miss it. I wanted to leave a trail of bread crumbs in case I could not find my way out."

"I know what you mean. I saw it on Friday. She did not believe it was really a problem, so I showed her my smooth chocha. I told her that according to 4 out of 5 dentists, men who eat pussy prefer it like mine. I told her I would make an appointment so she could get it taken care of.

"She told me, 'No, I don't think I can see my dentist for that treatment.'

We both laughed at that remark.

"Well thank you, that must have been an interesting afternoon at the esthetician's office."

"She was mildly shocked. But the esthetician and all of her staff showed their waxed pussies to her, and we all convinced her that she will get licked more often if she keeps it smooth. So now she has a standing appointment for every other Friday morning."

"That's convenient."

"You can thank me by giving me a good licking tomorrow."

* * *

I continued meeting Veronica at noon on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I stopped by Marisol's house every other Saturday. As long as I was careful, I thought I could keep this routine up all summer. On the first Tuesday after the Fourth of July, Veronica surprised me once again.

I parked in Veronica's garage as I always do. But this time I noticed a Volvo SUV in the driveway that I did not recognize. I entered the house through the garage and found Veronica talking to a very short woman with strawberry blonde hair whom I recognized as another woman from the development, Pam Carson. Even though she does not live on our block, Pam is nonetheless well known to everyone who has lived in the development as long as we have. She was the first person to welcome us to the neighborhood on the day we moved in. I got lost looking for our street, and as I was slowly approaching a corner she stepped from her mailbox and waved to us. She introduced herself, found out which house we were moving into, and pointed us in the right direction. 

We later learned that Pam was the neighborhood gossip. She frequently went door to door, pushing some school fund raiser on everyone in the community. With two elementary school aged children, fund raising opportunities were plentiful Normally one of her small children were with her, but there were times when she showed up alone. In either case, she passed the time filling my wife's ear with unsolicited details concerning our neighbors' finances, marriages, children, etc. 

But that all stopped within the first 12-18 months after we moved into the neighborhood. We never knew why, but the soliciting decreased substantially and the visits that did occur were without the gossipy interludes. We suspected that it had something to do with her appearance, which had become gradually less attractive over the years.

Pam is rather plain looking, and that is being kind. She stands barely 5 feet tall, has plastic framed glasses that look like they are from the early '90s, and shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair that looks like it has been permed a few too many times. She was chubby when I first met her, and if anything she has put on more weight since then. The problem with her appearance is not really the extra pounds – I am a BBW lover, after all – rather, it is the distribution of those pounds on her frame. Practically all of her extra weight is centered around her waist. At least, that was my first impression of her on that Tuesday afternoon as she stood before me in a light colored sundress that did nothing to enhance her pale skin tone or eye color. 

I could not help but notice that her nipples were sticking straight out. Obviously, she was not wearing a bra. 

I wondered what in the hell Pam was doing at Veronica's house. Her incessant fund raising better not get in the way of our sex play, I thought to myself.

"I believe you two have met before," Veronica said. "Mike lives on 99th Avenue, and Pam lives two blocks away on 97th Avenue."

"Yes, we have met before," I said, shaking Pam's hand. I then leaned over and politely kissed her on the cheek. Before I could pull away, she turned her face toward me and gave me a quick peck on the mouth. She looked up at me with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation in her eyes.

"Have you met her husband, Steve?" Veronica asked.

I shook my head 'no.'

"Pam barely knows him either. At least not any more. Their problems started about 7 years ago when Pam was pregnant with their first child. He rarely touched her during the pregnancy, and by the fifth month he stopped having sex with her altogether. Except for blow jobs. He liked getting his dick sucked regularly, but that was it. Nothing for Pam.

"Pam expected things to return to normal after the baby was born, but that did not happen. Their sex life went from 2-3 times a week before the baby, to no more than 3 or 4 times a month afterward."

"Except for blow jobs. He always liked me to suck his cock for him," Pam interjected.

"Right. Anyway, Pam never fully regained her pre-pregnancy figure. How much did you weigh before you got pregnant?"




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"About 100-105 pounds. I was tiny."

"And after the first baby?"

"I couldn't get below 125 pounds. And then I got pregnant again. During the second pregnancy I gained even more weight, and he just stopped having sex with me completely. After the baby was born I tried to take the weight off, but it did not seem to matter to him. I got down to about 135, but he still would not have sex with me. I tried everything I could. Romantic dinners, sexy nighties, garter belts and hose, nasty videos, everything. He just was not interested. For the last four years we only have sex one week a month. And nine times out of ten that is a blow job, and then he rolls over and goes to sleep. Once in a while he has me get on top and ride him, but when he cums he rolls over and goes to sleep." 

"One week a month?" I asked.

"Never more than that. It is always the week before my period starts. I don't know what gets him horny that week."

"That's the week he is not getting it somewhere else," I blurted out.

"Exactly," said Veronica. "I told you he had a girlfriend. That's why we are here today."

I shot a glance at Veronica when I realized what she had in mind. She quickly silenced me with a look that said 'you promised me....' It was almost the same look she gave me when I started to protest her plan for me and Marisol. That was easy, though. I was immediately attracted to Marisol. I had never been attracted to Pam. At that instant I felt empathy for her, but I was not sexually attracted to her.

"Let's go to my bedroom and talk about what we can do for each other," Veronica said.

The girls each grabbed one of my hands and led me down the hallway to the bedroom.

As soon as we were inside the bedroom, and before anyone could start undressing, I turned toward Pam and asked: "Have you thought about divorce?"

"Yes, I have," she said, looking up at me with a tear in her eye. "But that doesn't solve anything.

"I have two children in elementary school. I could not put them through that. And I am 37 years old, with insufficient income to support myself."

"There is alimony, and child support."

"But will it be enough? I have talked to an attorney. He could not tell me with any confidence exactly how much money I would be receiving. It's too uncertain. 'Speculative' was the word he used.

"I don't want to move out of my house and break up my family. I just want some good sex once in a while. You come highly recommended, you know."

I again looked over at Veronica, but she cut me off.

"Here's what we can do. I'll leave you two to become better acquainted, and then I will come back and have my fun. Mike, I know you don't mind performing for a live studio audience, and Pam, you are just going to have to forget that I am here or find your inner exhibitionist and go with it. I don't care. I'm watching. That's what I get for hooking you two up."

Veronica was gone before I could protest. Pam looked up at me, her eyes pleading with me to ravish her. She took off her glasses and set them on the night stand. I can't say that she looked any prettier, but she did look more current. I still felt nothing for her, but I tried my best to appear interested. I took her in my arms and kissed her. She responded hungrily.....desperately. At least she kisses well, I thought to myself. 

She stepped back from me, untied the straps holding her dress, and let it drop the floor. As I suspected, she was naked beneath the dress. She looked up at me again, this time almost pleading with me to take her. I felt even less attracted to her than I had before. 

There was no escaping the fact that she was a small girl who had put on weight since her pregnancies. A lot of weight, actually, but none of it was in a place where it did anything to enhance her figure. I estimated her to be around 160 pounds, which was not all that much if it were distributed in all the right places. But in her case, it was not. She had narrow shoulders, a small butt, and thin arms and legs. Her breasts would barely have filled out a B cup bra, if she had been wearing one. I thought to myself that she must have been completely flat-chested prior to gaining all of her weight, which was located primarily between her armpits and her crotch. She looked like a beach ball with arms and legs

I bent down to kiss her so that I would have an excuse to close my eyes and stop looking at her. She kissed me hungrily, pushing her tongue into my mouth, seeking out my tonsils. She unbuttoned my shirt, all the while continuing to kiss me. She threw it to the floor, and then unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and then pushed my pants and underwear to my ankles. She got down onto the carpet and untied my shoes. She nudged me to sit back on the bed, allowing her to remove my shoes, socks, and finally my pants. 

I stood up again, putting my hands on her back and pulling her toward me. Her hands caressed my chest, and then she leaned into me and sucked my nipple into her mouth. I felt a jolt of electricity race from my chest to my brain. She reached one hand toward my crotch, taking my balls in her hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. She released my right nipple and then sucked the left nipple into her mouth. I felt another jolt as she gently took my cock into her hand and started caressing it. It remained soft, but I felt it beginning to stir in her tiny hand.

A moment later she put her hand behind my neck and pulled my face toward hers. She kissed my cheek, nuzzled my neck, and whispered into my ear: "I need you."

I felt my cock stir again. 

"I need you to want me," she whispered once more. "Please."

She drove her tongue into my ear while rubbing her crotch on my thigh. I felt her urgency as she squeezed my cock, gently pulling, trying to get me to respond. I kissed her again as she started stroking my cock. It began to grow in her hand.

She pushed me onto the bed, where I sat with my legs slightly spread. She got down on the floor, pushing my legs farther apart, and kneeled between my knees. She took my dick in one hand and my balls in the other, and then lowered her face to my crotch. She licked my balls, washing them with her tongue. 

"Your manly aroma is driving me crazy," she cooed.

Holding my shaft straight up in the air, she licked my balls and the underside of my cock. Each lick caused more blood to flow into the shaft, causing it to stiffen and swell. Her tongue and fingers worked their magic on my formerly reluctant cock. I was halfway hard now. 

"I'm going to suck every drop of cum out of these beautiful balls," she purred. "I'm going to leave you empty."

My cock twitched in her hand, quickly growing another inch. She licked one more time to the top of the head, and then wrapped her mouth around it. I felt it grow even more in her mouth. She lowered her face to my groin, swallowing the entire rod. I felt her tongue swirling around the shaft as it continued to stiffen, reaching full hardness.

She then commenced the most amazing blow job I have ever received in my entire life. Her mouth was like a warm, wet vacuum pump, simultaneously sucking and squeezing every nerve ending in my swollen, erect shaft. Up and down she went, taking it all the way into her mouth with every downward motion. In less than five minutes I felt my cock swelling again, felt my pleasure rising, felt the wave of ecstacy beginning to wash over my body. 

And then she stopped. She gently squeezed my balls with one hand, and with the other she squeezed the base of my shaft. The wave subsided, without crashing. 

Looking up at me, she said, "Your cum tastes so good. I want more."

She resumed sucking my cock, pausing occasionally to lick the precum seeping from the head. In minutes I felt another wave rising, this one towering over the first. And once again, she squeezed my balls and shaft, clamping off the wave before climax.

"I'm not ready for you to cum yet. I'm going to take you higher."

She brought me to the edge of cumming two more times in the next five minutes. Finally, as the fifth wave of pleasure swept over me, she slowed her bobbing motion, but did not stop sucking. My toes curled, my legs were thrashing, and I held her head in my crotch, burying my cock in the back of her throat. She gently squeezed my balls as the wave built higher and higher. I was getting close to the point of having to stop her, the pleasure was becoming overwhelming. But she would not stop; she applied even more suction, using her entire mouth and throat to squeeze my shaft. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaghhhhh!" I screamed. 

My brain wanted to scream that I was cumming, but my mouth could not form the words. All I could do was grunt.

"Unnnnnnnghhhhhhh!"

The wave rushed from my toes to my brain, and then crashed in crotch. My balls exploded, sending a torrent of thick, ropy cum jetting to the back of her throat. Jet after jet shot from my cock, splashing against her tonsils and down her throat. 

It felt like she sucked a gallon of cum from my balls. Three enormous spurts, followed by another 4 or 5 smaller spurts. And yet, she swallowed every drop.

"Mmmmmmm that was good. Your cum is delicious," she moaned.

I fell back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. I was barely aware that she was still in the room.

"That was amazing. Amazing. You are amazing," I repeated, over and over.

"I'm not done with you," she said. "I still have a few tricks to show you."

"I can't wait. Just give me a minute. I need to recover."

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

She was an amazing cocksucker. I understood precisely why her husband continued to get blowjobs from her. She was a virtuoso. 

I laid on the bed, catching my breath as my cock returned to its flaccid state. Pam crawled up on the bed with me. She leaned over my torso and licked my nipples. Her tongue flitted all over my chest, while her small breasts and pointed nipples tickled my groin and belly. My skin tingled with every contact. Her nipples felt like rubber pellets grazing my skin, barely touching me physically yet profoundly connecting us spiritually. She stimulated me even as I tried to rest and regain my breath.

She kissed all over my chest, kissed my neck, and then whispered in my ear, "I want more of you. I want all of you." 

She kissed me on the mouth, and I instinctively kissed her back. Before I knew what was happening I was already tasting the remnants of the creamy load that I had pumped into her mouth moments earlier. 

"Delicious," she whispered.

Pam kissed her way down my chest, pausing at my nipples. She then continued kissing lower. She had to readjust her body when she reached my belly, turning 90 degrees so that she could continue her descent. I caressed her back, squeezed her ass cheeks, and then stroked her thighs. I pulled her around so that her calves were next to my head. 

"Move your leg," I told her.

She tried to extend her leg, but her foot hit the headboard. 

"This way," I said, directing her to put her leg on the other side of my head. She quickly complied, placing us in position for 69. I pulled her ass downward, until her cunt rested on my mouth. I inhaled deeply, drawing in as much of her aroma as possible. She smelled of fresh flowers and soap, but the dominant scent was feminine musky arousal. I extended my tongue and started licking, tasting her already overflowing juices. 

My cock began to harden again as soon as I smelled her, and it was fully erect by the time that her juices were trickling into my mouth. Her mouth engulfed my entire shaft, the head quickly becoming reacquainted with the back of her throat. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, caressing the head and shaft with every motion.

I used both hands to spread her cheeks, and then licked her up and down. I lapped at her pink lips and clit, searching for her most sensitive tissues. I sucked on her inner lips, feeling them swell and extend in my mouth. I drove my tongue into her hole, soaking up her tasty juices. I licked and licked, becoming intoxicated by her scent. The more I licked the more nectar flowed onto my tongue. Her hips started bucking as I licked her where she wanted it most. I continued licking and sucking. Her mouth stopped bobbing up and down on my cock. I licked her more. She released my cock, buried her face in my groin, and moaned. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm! Yes! There!"

I found her spot and attacked. My tongue moved on its own, responding to her moans, driving her toward orgasm.

"Mmmmmmmmmm! That's it. Don't stop! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhh!"

I continued licking, getting her closer and closer to her climax. I licked and sucked, flicking my tongue faster and faster. And then I lifted her ass off my face and held it in the air, just out of reach of my tongue.

"Nooooooooooooo! Don't stop! Lick my pussy! I'm gonna cum!"

I extended my tongue as far as I could, and then pushed her ass back onto my face, driving my tongue up her tunnel. I lifted her ass up and down several times.

"Mmmmmmmmm! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh! I'm gonna cum!"

I flicked my tongue over her clit, back and forth, side to side then from front to back. I continued flicking her even as my tongue got tired and my jaw started to ache. I licked and licked, flicking my tongue faster and faster. 

She pushed her crotch down on my face. Her hands dug into my thighs as hers squeezed my head. She squeezed harder and harder on my skull while she ground her clit onto my face. 

"Ooooooohhhhh! Yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumminggggg! I'm ... ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Her pussy was mashed against my mouth, and her entire body was shaking. I continued licking, refusing to quit. She rocked against my face; I felt her cunt trembling. 

"Unnnnnnnnnnghhhhh!"

I felt a rush of warm liquid in my mouth. She squirted, I thought. My little butter ball is a squirter!" Her pussy contracted several more times, but no more liquid splashed onto my face. She groaned one final time, and then rolled off me.

"That," she said, panting, "was the best! Ever!

"What did you do to me?"

"I licked you," I responded.

"I know that. I mean, that has never happened before. What did you do?"

"I just discovered your hidden talent."

"I thought I was pissing on you. I never expected that to happen."

"Don't worry about it. It's rare, but I like when that happens. Usually I get a warning, though."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"You two are washing my sheets before you leave," Veronica chimed. 

I did not even notice her enter the room. She was sitting in her upholstered chair, but this time it was pulled up to the foot of the bed. She was laying back with her legs spread wide, her feet resting on the mattress, and she was fucking herself with a glass dildo. 

"Enjoying the show?" I asked.

"Thumb's up so far. But I'm waiting for the chase scene before I upload my review." 

Pam found her second wind and turned toward me. She spun around, staying on top of me, so that her face was in my neck and her pussy was just inches from my cock. 

She bit my neck, and then growled into my ear, "I'm gonna fuck you now, baby."

She forcefully kissed me, pressing her mouth against mine and driving her tongue toward the back of my throat. 

"You taste like pussy," she said.

"I probably smell like pussy, too," I answered.

"By the time I finish you will smell like a whorehouse on payday."

I pulled her face downward and kissed her again.

She then put her hands on my chest and squatted over my cock. She steadied her balance with her right hand and with her left she reached between her legs and grabbed my dick. Holding it straight up in the air, she lowered her crotch until her lips rested on the tip of my dick. She adjusted position again, and then lowered her cunt over my cock. Juice was flowing from her pussy, but it was so tight that I had to apply pressure to get my cock inside her. The head stretched her open as she pushed downward, causing a long moan to escape her lips. 

It took about thirty seconds of pushing and bouncing for her to get my cock all the way inside her. Once it was completely inside of her she sat up straight, arched her back, and started to rock her torso back and forth. 

"You're so big! You're filling me up! Mmmmmmmmmm!"

The sensations I was feeling were unbelievable. I have an average size cock, but her cunt was so small and so tight that at that moment I felt like a bull. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a slippery tube of wet flesh only half the diameter of my shaft. As she rocked back and forth I felt a wave of pleasure once again racing from my toes to my skull, bouncing off my brain, and rolling toward my balls. I had not been in a pussy this tight since I was a teenager, deflowering virgins in the back seats of cars. She felt so good, rocking that sweet, tight, slippery pussy back and forth on my cock. That rocking motion is not usually enough to get me to cum, but almost too late I realized that I had precious seconds to act before I splattered her womb with my seed. I was not in control of this fuck, however. Pam was on top, rocking and rolling to her own rhythm, the moans escaping her throat the only indication that she was still conscious. 

"Sorry, baby," I said, pushing her off me. 

"Nooooo," she wailed. "I was about to cum."

"So was I. And we don't want that yet."

I opened Veronica's night stand, fished around for a second, and then found what I was looking for: a condom. I handed it to Pam and told her to put it on me.

"Why?" she asked. You don't need this. I'm on the pill."

"Trust me, just put it on. We will both be much happier that we did."

"Are you..?"

"No," I cut her off. "Nothing like that."

She rolled the condom onto my cock, then quickly got back on top of me and resumed fucking. She still felt tight, but I no longer felt that ejaculation was imminent. I hate wearing condoms, the loss of sensation always makes me think of going to dinner at my favorite restaurant, ordering my favorite meal, and then wrapping a sheet of plastic around my tongue before I start eating. But in this case I elected to put one on or I would have ejaculated in less than five minutes. Her pussy was that tight.

She leaned forward, her body atop mine, my cock firmly gripped by her pussy, and whispered in my ear.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me. I need you. Fuck me."

She moved her mouth to mine and kissed me again. I put my hands on her ass, grabbed a cheek in each hand, and began thrusting into her. She responded by forcing her tongue into my mouth and riding my cock as if she were entered in the Kentucky Derby. Every time her ass rose I pushed it back down, rocking my hips upward to meet her descent. 

"Do you like it baby? Do you like my pussy?" she whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me. So good. So good."

She slowed her rhythm, dragging her pussy over my cock, and grinding her clit against my pubic bone. 

"Mmmmmmm so good, baby. So good. Is it good for you?" she asked.

All I could do was groan.

She continued grinding her pussy on my shaft and her clit against my groin. Her moans increased in volume and pitch. I knew she was cumming seconds before she said so.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh! Oh! Ahhhhhhhh! I'm cumming baby. I'm cumming baby. I'm cumming baby."

She started riding again, lifting her ass up and pushing it down, rocking my dick, up and down, up and down. 

"Mmmmmmm! Aaaaaahhhhh! Again. Again. I'm ......... again. Cumming ....... again."

Her speed intensified. Her moans got louder and louder. She was crashing her body onto mine, the sound of our flesh smacking together with every upward thrust by me and ever downward slam by her. 

In the back of my brain I heard another voice. I realized it was Veronica. She was also cumming. 

I turned my attention back to Pam. She was approaching another orgasm. Despite the condom, I was also about to cum. I reached up and pinched her nipples. This pushed her over the edge.




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"Yesssssssssss! Ohhhhhhh! Yesssssssssss! I'm ......cumming. I'm........cumming. Yessssssssss! Pinch my .....! Ohhhhhh! Your cock! Unnnnnngggg!"

I then felt a rush of warm fluid on groin. It ran between my legs, soaking my balls. At that instant I also let go. The sperm shot up from balls, through the shaft, and burst out the head. Then a second, followed by a third. Pam collapsed on my chest. Our hearts were racing as we struggled to catch our breath. 

"That was so good. I needed that," she panted. "I needed that."

She kissed me, and then rolled off to my side. She reached for my cock and removed the condom, turned it upside down, and poured the cum onto her torso. She rubbed the cum into her tits and belly.

"I wanted you to cum inside me. I wanted to take it home," she pouted.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't going to last long enough. Your pussy is so tight, I was losing control too fast."

"That's ok, baby. I'm going to wear your cum as lotion, instead. But next time......"

I knew that I could not wait long for next time. 



The BBW Chronicles Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Keshia

Before returning to work, Pam and I agreed to meet again on Friday morning. This was convenient for both of us. Pam drove her children to school on Monday through Thursday, but on Friday mornings her husband was required to attend a weekly meeting that was held at a hotel conference room near the turnpike. The route from their home to the turnpike passed the children's school, so Steve drove the children that one day of the week.

On Friday morning Pam sent me a text message advising that she was home alone and directing me to park my car in her garage. I left my house at 7:30 am, drove the two short blocks to her house, parked in her garage, and entered the house. I did not see her on the first floor, so I went up the steps to the second floor. I located her in the bedroom, under the covers. I pulled back the sheets to find her wearing a short baby doll nightie, and nothing else.

"Hello, lover," Pam said. "I see you're a little over-dressed for our meeting."

"Am I?" I asked. "I suppose that depends on the agenda."

"Why don't you slip into something a little more comfortable?" she queried, parting her thighs. "Or someone? I've got your agenda right here."

"I couldn't think of a better way to start a meeting," I responded.

"Don't keep me waiting, I like meetings to start on time," she said, drawing her knees toward her chest.

I undressed quickly, hanging my clothes on the backs of chairs scattered throughout the spacious master bedroom. I finished by dropping my underwear to the floor, and then I joined Pam on the king-sized bed.

"This bed is huge. You could get lost in here."

"Maybe that's the problem. Steve can't find me in this bed."

I knelt between her thighs and rubbed the head of my dick against her shaved pussy. She was already wet, which allowed my cock to slide effortlessly over her pink lips.

"Stop teasing me. I need another good fucking."

"Don't worry, you'll get it. But I see that the first item on the agenda calls for an oral presentation."

I pulled her ankles apart, spreading her short legs and opening the lips of her pussy. Leaning forward, I lowered my face to her vulva, pausing to inhale her musky aroma. I was surprised to find that the scent of her arousal was masked by the smell of soap. Lavender? She must have already showered and gone back to bed. She put more preparation into this meeting than I expected. Licking the honey accumulating between her lips, I tasted her sweet nectar and a floral soap at the same time.

"Mmmmmmm," Pam moaned. "I've missed that."

I licked her lips for several minutes before turning my attention to her clit. She responded by squeezing her thighs together, pressing her flesh against my skull. Locating her nub, I sucked it between my lips and then flicked it with my tongue.

"Ahh! Yes! Mmmmmmmmm! That's the spot!"

Reaching under her cheeks, I lifted her ass off the bed, drawing her pussy closer to my face. The aroma of her arousal drowned out the soapy residue of her shower. I licked back and forth, flicking her clit from all directions.

"Unnnnghhhhh!"

Pam grunted as she flooded my mouth with her juice. I was prepared for her discharge this time, and managed to swallow her flow as quickly as it gushed out of her. When she finished squirting I stabbed my tongue as deep into her vagina as it would go. I tongue fucked her for several minutes, but when she started squeezing my skull between her thighs again I lifted my face from her crotch and backed away. Before she could say anything I turned her around, handed her a couple of pillows, and pushed her face down on the bed. She was laying face down, her ass up in the air, and her hips supported by the cushy mound.

I inserted two fingers into her soaked pussy. She was tight at first, but so wet that the two fingers easily slid inside her. I crossed the two fingers, and then commenced an in and out motion with them. I spread her cheeks with the other hand, and then leaned forward and licked her asshole.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned into the mattress. "Do that again."

At that moment I decided to begin preparing her for butt sex. I did not actually know if she was an anal virgin, but I resolved that before the end of the month she definitely would not be. I licked her asshole again, prompting another long moan from her. I reached under her crotch and flicked her clit with one finger while I continued licking her asshole. Pam wiggled her ass, and then reached back and spread her cheeks for me, prompting me to increase the pressure of my tongue against her asshole.

"That's so good," she cooed. "I love the things that you do to me."

I moved my finger from her clit to her tight tunnel, twisting it from side to side as I pushed the finger into her slit. I added a second finger, and then a third. The second finger entered her easily, but the third met some resistance. I pushed it in anyway, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate the penetrating digits.

"Your pussy is so tight, baby," I mumbled into her ass.

"That's why your cock feels so good inside me," she replied.

Pam rocked against my hand, trying to swallow more and more of my fingers. I could no longer keep my tongue centered on her asshole, so I pulled my head back and replaced it with a finger. I traced circles around her sphincter with the tip of my right index finger, while thrusting three fingers of my left hand in and out of her pussy. The rocking motion of Pam's hips became more incessant; she stopped talking and just grunted into the pillow. Several minutes later she let out another loud groan, just as a fresh stream of fluid flowed out of her pussy, splashing her thighs and soaking my wrist and forearm.

"That was good, lover," she panted. "Now give me some cock. I want to make you cum, too."

My cock had been hard since I took off my pants, so I was more than ready to give it some exercise. I eschewed the opportunity to once again enjoy Pam's oral skills, choosing to take the fast and easy road to satisfaction. I lined up the head of my cock with Pam's slick, soaked pussy, and thrust forward. Despite her wetness, it took a steady push before the head broke through her taut resistance and entered her slit. I pushed two more times before I was buried balls' deep in her juicy cunt. Pam immediately squeezed my shaft -- I do not know if that was intentional or involuntary -- causing a rapid shudder to race up my spine. Grabbing her hips, I held my body still and rocked her torso back and forth over my cock. Guiding her movements back and forth against my groin, I used her body like a tight, wet, warm sleeve, responding precisely to the pressure I applied with my hands. The head of my cock slammed against her cervix with each thrust, forcing a whimper from her that coincided with each smack of our conjoined flesh.

The liquid friction of her tight walls caressing my rigid cock soon caused the inevitable pressure to build in my balls. I was a little disappointed that I was not lasting any longer this time than I had the first time we fucked in Veronica's bedroom. Pam's honey velvet vice was going to extract my seed in seconds, and there did not appear to be anything that I could do about it. Oh well, I still have to go to work this morning.

I decided to alter the angle of attack. I leaned forward, pushing her hips downward. I moved my legs so that my knees were now outside of her legs, and then pushed all of my weight on her. Pam is a chubby little thing, but I still outweigh her by at least thirty pounds. Pushing her shoulders into the mattress with my torso, and smashing her hips and thighs into the pile of pillows with my lower body, I pressed all of my weight onto her flesh. She was pinned to the bed, impaled by my cock.

"Unghhhhh!" she groaned.

I extended my arms, grabbed her wrists, and stretched her to her fullest extension. Burying my face in her neck, I resumed pumping my dick in and out of her molten valley. With my body fully extended and my legs straddling her ass, I could not manage a very long stroke. But it was enough. Pam moaned beneath me, and then I felt another surge of warm liquid anointing my crotch. I kissed her neck, gently at first and then with more insistence as I felt my balls beginning to tighten once again. I bit her neck, conscious of the need to leave no marks on her, but my willpower was increasingly surrendering to my lust for her flesh. My cock sloshed in and out of her seething liquid vice as I fought the urge to suck her skin between my teeth. Pam's urgent moans filled my ears, as her musky aroma filled the room. My thrusts were short but firm, and my cock seemed to swell in size with every thrust into her pink wetness.

"Fill me!" Pam urged. "Fill me with cum!"

I released her wrists and contracted my body just enough to permit longer strokes. I pushed her ass cheeks down and apart with the palms of my hands, slamming my cock in and out of her slick tunnel.

"That's it, fuck me baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ughn! Ughn! Fuck me!" Pam cried out.

"I'm going to cum baby, where do you want my cum?" I managed to scream.

"Inside me, lover. In my pussy. Cum inside my pussy!"

"Here it cums, baby!"

I felt the wave of sensation start at my toes, wash up my body, and explode in my brain. I felt the cum rush from my balls, rise up my shaft, and shoot out the end of my cock. I felt one, two, three, huge spurts, followed by three more smaller spurts. I felt our combined juices sloshing out of her cunt, soaking my legs and the linens below us. When I finished extracting every possible sensation from the encounter, I withdrew my cock and rolled onto my back.

"Do you feel better now?" Pam asked.

"I feel wonderful. How do you feel?"

"Exhausted. Wet. Satisfied."

"Is today your laundry day?"

"No. Why?"

"Look at these sheets. They're soaked."

"I know. I should leave them this way. Next time we can fuck on Steve's side of the bed. Let him sleep in this mess. He deserves it. But why take chances, right?"

"Absolutely."

"When will I see you again? I have some free time on Monday afternoon, before I have to pick up the kids."

"I would love to, but you know that I have to work."

"I know, just wishful thinking. Friday morning, again?"

"That works for me," I said, without really thinking.

"Alright, let's do this. Drive by on Friday morning. If the garage door is open, pull in, come upstairs, and fuck me. If it is closed, then just drive past. Steve closes the door and sets the alarm every time he leaves the house. If it is open, that means I am up here waiting for you."

"Sounds like a plan. Take care, lover."

I kissed her, then left.

* * *

At that point I was fucking more women and having better sex than at any previous time of my life. I was seeing Veronica every Tuesday and Thursday at lunchtime. I saw Pam every Friday morning before work, and Marisol every other Saturday morning. I was a senior in college the last time I got this much action on a regular basis from multiple women. Everyone was happy.

My reflections on my amazingly good fortune were interrupted by the ring tone reserved for Veronica.

"Hello," I answered.

"Baby?" Veronica asked.

"Yes. How can I help you?"

"Just come over to my house for our usual Thursday lunch. I have a surprise for you."

My ears perked at the mention of a surprise. The last two times that Veronica had a "surprise" for me, I enjoyed long afternoons fucking first Marisol and then Pam. My dick started getting hard at the thought of another lonely BBW requiring my attention.

"I'll be there. Can I bring anything?"

"Just yourself. Everything else will be waiting for you."

* * *

At precisely 12:10 I pulled into Veronica's driveway, passing an unfamiliar Chrysler 300 as I parked my car in her garage. Hearing voices, I closed the door and strolled toward the kitchen. I found Veronica and a very large black woman standing near the counter, sipping glasses of white wine and giggling.

"Oh hello, sweetie, you're right on time," Veronica said, setting her glass down and giving me a tight hug followed by a lingering kiss. "This is my friend, Keshia. She has been dying to meet you. Keshia, this is Mike, my lover."

"Hello Keshia, very nice to meet you," I said, extending my hand.

"She gets a hug and a kiss, and all I get is a handshake? What the fuck is that? Do you think I'm here for some business meeting or something? Did I come here to pass out nametags and take notes? Do I look like the office help?"

Chagrined, I stepped toward Keshia, encircling my arms around her in a tentative hug. She towered over me, standing at least six feet tall. She wore a red and white workout suit that revealed her wide hips and round ass. Beneath the jacket she wore a white t-shirt that covered her broad shoulders, generous bust, and bulging belly. Not only did she stand taller than me, but she clearly outweighed me, as well. I estimated her weight to be at least three hundred pounds.

I released the hug, but Keshia did not let go of me. She bent her head downward, planting her full, thick lips on mine. I immediately felt her tongue snaking into my mouth. I felt compelled to respond by meeting her boldness with some of my own. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, while simultaneously placing my hands on her enormous butt cheeks.

"That's better, White Man," she said upon breaking the kiss.

"He's not exactly white, Keshia. He's Latin, like me."

"Was I talking to you, Miss Know-it-all?" Keshia chided Veronica. Turning back to me, she asked, "I assume you must know why I am here, don't you?"

"Well, if you are a friend of Veronica, then I have a pretty good idea," I responded.

"Oh, I'm a real good friend of Veronica. At least I used to be. I don't know so much any more. The bitch has been holding out on me." Keshia glared at Veronica. "Haven't you, Vero?"

"That's not true and you know it, Keshia," Veronica snapped back. "You aren't sexually frustrated like some of my other friends."

"Vero told me about your little Sgt. Pecker's Homely Fat Cunt Band, or whatever kind of sex club the two of you are running for the nasty hoes over here in Hoeville," Keshia said, turning toward me. "I'm not interested in a membership, but my so-called 'friend' should keep me up to date and give me the option. You know what I'm saying? That's what friends do for each other, wouldn't you agree, Vero?"

"Be nice, Keshia," Veronica answered. "My other friends are all very nice women. You met most of them at the lingerie party we hosted last spring. Show some respect, please."

"See how she treats her other friends so much better than me?" Keshia asked me. "What am I supposed to think? She supplies dick for her fat, ugly, desperate slut-friends, but nothing for me. What the fuck is that?"

"Apparently, she must think that you're either not fat, not ugly or not desperate. Which is it?" I asked, trying to match Keshia's sarcastic tone.

"Obviously, I'm not ugly. Look at this pretty face," Keshia mugged.

She was right. She was a beautiful woman. She had large brown eyes, high cheekbones, clear skin and just enough make-up to highlight her stunning features. Her long black hair was pulled tight and woven into a single braid that hung to the middle of her back. I suspected that she sported more weave than genuine hair, but either way, her beauty was striking. There were no creases or wrinkles visible on her face. I estimated her age to be around thirty-two or thirty-three years.

"Oh, I agree," I said. "You are kind of cute. So that makes you either fat or desperate?"

"You're funny, White Man. Vero said you have skills, but I thought she meant you have bedroom skills. She never said you were a fucking comedian.

"How could a pretty face like this ever be desperate? I get all the dick I want, when ever I want it. I can line up a different dick for every day of the month. And another one for every night, if I need more. I'm far from desperate."

"Then why are you here?" I asked.

"Because Vero said you got serious game. Although, I'm starting to wonder what all the hype is about. I was expecting some long-haired badass to roll up on a sport bike wearing tight leather pants and a jacket. You and your business suit seem kind of vanilla to me. I'm having a hard time believing you are the super freak with the golden dick that I've heard so much about."

"Do you have ADD?" I responded. "It sounds to me like your fat ass has a hard time processing information that is provided to you."

"Kids, kids! I have an idea," Veronica chimed in. "Let's go to the bedroom and work this out. The afternoon is wasting away."

I followed the two women to the bedroom. Veronica started stripping immediately, and Keshia joined her after only a momentary delay. I bent over to take off my shoes, and then stood and removed my shirt and tie. Veronica left me a stack of hangers, and by the time I had my shirt off and hanging from a chair, both of the women were fully nude. Reaching for my belt buckle, I took a good long look at Keshia.

She was definitely the largest woman I had ever seen naked. Her skin was the color of smooth dark chocolate, poured and molded into the body type that I crave. I was looking away when Keshia took off her shirt and bra, so I was surprised to turn back and see that her jacket and underclothes were covering the two largest breasts I had ever seen in my life. Hanging off her broad chest, her breasts looked like two extra large bags of dark brown sugar. I could not estimate the weight of those fleshy appendages, but I marveled at the strength of her back that supported them. Her aureoles were almost black and each was nearly the size of a CD, surrounding thick, inch-long nipples that pointed toward the ground. Her belly was smooth but bulging beneath her breasts, forming a single fold at her bikini line. Her waistline tapered inward several inches before flaring outward at her generous hips. Her ass was enormous, consisting of two dark brown spheres resting on thick, sturdy thighs that tapered to surprisingly delicate ankles. As I focused closer, I noticed a network of faint stretch marks that laced her stomach, and were also visible on her breasts, upper arms, upper thighs and ass cheeks. Her pussy was shaved, with long deep indigo inner labia hanging almost an inch from between her smooth outer folds. My cock grew, responding to the visual stimulation of these two voluptuous women standing before me.

Keshia struck an imposing figure. She was everything I loved in a woman, but more of it than I had ever encountered in one package. I have had sex with dozens of black women in my lifetime, and on numerous occasions I have had women in my bed that were bigger than me. But I had never had sex with a woman who outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds. At that moment, I was a little intimidated.

"Are you going to stand there all day half-dressed, or we going to get to work?" Keshia taunted me. "Drop your drawers, let's see what you brought to the party."

I sat on the bed and removed my shoes and socks. I stood up to remove my pants, but Veronica stepped toward me, reaching for my belt buckle. Pressing her naked breasts into my upper arm and her smooth thigh into my groin, she unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. I stepped out of my pants and underwear. Veronica picked up my clothes and walked toward her closet.

"There you go, slut," Veronica chided Keshia. "He's all yours. Enjoy. I'll take my usual ringside seat over here."

Veronica sat in her chair that was already pushed to the foot of the bed. She picked up a dildo and a vibrator, sat down, spread her legs, ready to take care of herself. I turned toward Keshia, fully erect and ready to play.

"That's it?" Keshia asked, glaring in Veronica's direction. "That's the dick that's making the whole neighborhood sing 'hallelujah'? Where's the rest of it?"




The BBW Chronicles Ch. 04



"Why don't we see if you can handle this dick before you worry about 'the rest of it'?" I responded, the irritation evident in my voice. I have never claimed to carry around anything other than an average sized cock. No one ever complained before; I was not going to let this Amazon be the first.

"When this dick is done beating up that fat black pussy, you'll be begging me to let you go home and recover. And you better not start hanging around my office or showing up at my house. I swear, bitch, I'll get a restraining order to keep you away. Now get your big black ass up here on the bed!"

"Alright White Man, show me your skills, show me what you can do with all this chocolate sex appeal," Keshia said. "And Vero, this better be good. I didn't take the afternoon off for disappointing, second rate, vanilla sex."

"Both of you, shut the fuck up and get on the god damned bed," Veronica hollered. "I'm tired of hearing your mouths. I want to see some sucking and fucking, and I want to see it now. Don't make me kick both of your asses."

I crawled up on the bed. Keshia followed, a step behind me. I waited for her on my hands and knees, positioned on the mattress slightly left of center. I left room for her in the middle of the bed, but she crawled to the other side of me. Without warning, she slammed her body into mine, knocking me onto my side. Before I could react, Keshia spun herself around, and then lowered her body on top of me. I was pinned under her bulk, unable to move. I was gasping for air and trying to move my arms when I felt her mouth swallow my cock. Her thick lips rose up and down several times before she released it. She shifted her body forward, allowing my lungs to expand, giving me a chance to breathe.

"Well, one thing I can say, this white dick does taste good. "

"I told you," Veronica replied., her voice barely audible over the buzz of her vibrator.

"Vero says you know something about how to suck a pussy," Keshia said to me. "Show me what you can do with this sweet chocolate coochie."

With amazing speed she drew her knees forward, raising her ass into the air so that her pubic mound hovered just over my face. I probably could have escaped at that moment, but I was mesmerized by the sight of her pale pink slit opening from within her dark chocolate folds. Pride and lust compelled me to demonstrate my oral talents. A second later, she lowered her crotch to my face. Her enormous ass cheeks parted, swallowing my head. I saw a brief glimpse of her soft pink flesh approaching my head, and then all sound and light disappeared. I felt her moist pussy press down on my mouth. I parted my lips, extended my tongue, and started licking.

I was completely pinned under her body. In fact, the only parts that I could move were my toes and my tongue. I could not even move my head, so I proceeded to lick her pussy with all the enthusiasm I could generate. Her cunt was already moist with the fluids that accumulated in her vagina, and after a few flicks of my tongue the juices began to flow in a torrent. The taste was a little sharp, revealing to me that she had not washed since earlier in the morning, and she was already in an elevated state of arousal.

I licked the entire length of her slit for several seconds, until I noticed that I was running out of air. I tried to breathe, but her flesh was pressing against my mouth and my nose, closing off all air passages. Her soft, heavy thighs and her meaty ass cheeks surrounded my head. I was about five seconds from panicking when she raised her ass off my face. I gulped enough air to fill my lungs before her ass once again descended over my head. I resumed licking her crotch, while keeping track of the passage of time. After another twenty seconds she lifted her ass once again, allowing me to take another breath. We established a rhythm, whereby I held my breath and licked for twenty seconds, then she lifted her ass so that I could take a breath, and then we repeated twenty seconds later..

After several minutes Keshia pressed her crotch harder against face. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy all over my chin, mouth, nose, and even my forehead. Her tender, slick flesh slid over every protuberance on my face. Her juices flowed from her canal, bathing my mouth and streaming down my checks to the sheets beneath me.

Keshia rocked her hips, caressing my mouth with her inner labia. I sucked her thick lips, closing my teeth around them, drawing her meaty flaps of sweet flesh deeper into my mouth. I felt her lips swell and extend even further as I continued sucking. This action provoked a more aggressive rocking motion from Keshia, who shortened the length of her movement while at the same time pressing down on my face with even more force. She ground her clit on my chin, rubbing it back and forth against my whiskers, maximizing the friction of my face against her crotch. She arched her back, sliding her crotch against my nose, which was completely engulfed by her labia. In this position her clit was pressed against my teeth.

I inhaled, but my mouth had no access to air. Instead, I gulped a face full of the juice streaming from her vagina, and found her clit wedged between my teeth. Like everything else about her, the nub was enormous. I closed my lips around it and started sucking, feeling it swell in my mouth as it became engorged with blood. Her button was nearly the size of the last digit of my thumb, making it easy to latch onto and suckle. I sucked as hard as I could, even applying gentle pressure with my teeth. I could not hear anything, but I could feel her sitting up and nearly crushing my skull. All of her weight rested on my face, as she bounced up and down with increasing speed. I continued sucking on that meaty piece of flesh as she drenched my face with her fluid.

Finally, she fell forward. I took a deep breath as I heard Keshia panting, all of her weight now distributed over my torso and thighs where she collapsed, fully prone. I heard Veronica's vibrator, and Veronica grunting through an orgasm. I heard myself, gasping for breath.

"That wasn't bad, White Man. You can put 'coochie sucker' on your resume, and list me as a reference," Keshia said between her deep breaths. "But I need more than that. Let's swirl."

Keshia quickly spun herself around, and before I could blink she was sitting on my groin, facing me. She leaned forward, causing her massive boobs to fall on my face. With one hand she reached under her belly, between her thighs, and found my cock. I did not even realize that I was hard until she rubbed the tip with her swampy lips, and then rocked backward, impaling herself on my sword in one swift motion.

"Show me what this white dick can do. Fuck me, White Man. Fuck this sweet chocolate pussy!" Keshia shouted, looking directly into my eyes.

"Get the fuck off me and I'll show you what I can do." I shouted back, trying to free myself from her bulk. But I was unable to move my upper body, and moving my legs achieved no advantage whatsoever. The more I wriggled to free myself, the deeper my cock penetrated her slick tunnel. I felt her cunt squeezing every inch of my prick, from the tip all the way to the base. My rigid cock was completely enveloped in her moist, hot flesh.

Keshia leaned forward, lowering her mouth to my face. She pressed her thick lips against mine, while driving her tongue to the back of my throat. I responded without thinking, meeting her hungry kiss with equal passion. Our tongues intertwined as her she pressed her mouth against mine, her tongue moving at the same pace as her hips rocking on my groin.

"That's it baby," she cooed into my ear. "Give me what I want. Give Keshia that sweet white dick. Make me cum, baby. Make Keshia cum."

The taste of her lips combined with the heat of her breath and the sound of her voice in my ear inflamed my senses. I wanted to fuck this Amazon as badly as I had ever wanted to fuck any woman before her. I thrust my hips upward, but I was unable to move. Her weight pinned me against the mattress, holding me immobile.

"Take it baby," I responded. "Take it. Take it all."

Keshia raised her torso, straightening her back and assuming a kneeling position. She started rolling her hips in a forward and then backward motion, which had the effect of grinding her clit against my pubic bone. Her enormous breasts swayed from side to side in rhythm with her hip motion. Her tits looked like two enormous chocolate brown udders, tipped with thick black nipples. I was mesmerized by their size and the force with which they smacked against one another. For a brief instant I even tried to calculate their mass.

"You like my titties?" Keshia asked, as she continued grinding on my crotch. "Have you ever seen such luscious lumps of pure sexy chocolate? Aren't these the biggest, fattest, sweetest titties you've ever seen?"

Placing one hand under each breast, she lifted them and then gave them each a squeeze. She pinched her nipples, causing the already stiff nubs to extend even further.

"Mmmmmmmm, that feels so good. Do you want to taste them? Come here, taste Keshia's titties."

Keshia leaned forward, extending her hands onto the bed on either side of my head. Her tits flopped onto my face, striking me with a heavy thud. She rolled her shoulders from side to side, causing her breasts to sway with the motion. Her nipples grazed my nose. She adjusted her angle, allowing her nipples to drag across my mouth. She continued rocking from side to side, her nipples raking my lips with each pass.

"Taste them, baby. Taste Keshia's titties."

I tried to suck a nipple into my mouth, but she kept swinging her tits too fast for me to catch one between my lips..

"Taste it. You know you want to. You've never tasted chocolate as sweet as mine."

Trying to time my assault at just the right moment, I lunged forward and closed my mouth around her thick, rigid nipple. I closed my lips, but the nipple lodged itself between my teeth just as I closed my jaw.

"Ouch! Who told you to bite?"

I released the nipple as soon as I heard her cry out in pain.

"So, you want to play rough? You're a freaky motherfucker, aren't you White Man? I'll play rough with you. Have some titty, freaky White Man."

Before I could tell her that it was an accident, Keshia leaned forward another couple of inches, and then started swinging her tits from side to side with even greater force. Her massive tits bludgeoned me in the face repeatedly. At first I thought her boob barrage was kind of funny, but after a minute or so it became annoying. She then shifted her position so that she could swing her massive mammaries with an even wider motion. The assault was becoming painful. I found myself wondering if I would have bruises on my face caused by the pummeling I was taking.

"Time to nut, White Man," she said, lifting her torso a few inches and halting her boob assault. "Keshia needs to cum."

I was more than a little surprised when she drew herself up onto her hands and feet, squatting over my cock. Her boobs hung in my face again, but this time they remained motionless as all her movement was in the region of her crotch. She rode my cock up and down, raising herself so that just the tip was inside her cunt, and then lowering herself with amazing self-control until she was once again completely impaled. The feeling of her cunt sliding up and down my shaft was exquisite. Her pussy was far from the tightest I ever experienced, but in this position her cunt clutched and grabbed my cock like a clamp. My erection swelled and stiffened as her steaming, slick pussy slid up and down my pole.

My face was buried between her breasts. I was once again smothered under her flesh, but the feeling of her soft body riding my cock overcame all feelings of discomfort. I moved my head from side to side, my lips rooting for a nipple. Keshia shifted her shoulders just enough so that a nipple popped into my mouth. I caught it with my lips, and then sucked it deeper into my mouth.

"Oh, that's it baby, suck Keshia's titty. Mmmmmmm. You're gonna make me cum again, White Man."

I continued sucking, and Keshia continued to moan her approval. She pulled back for a second, and then fed her other nipple to me. I sucked that one with equal enthusiasm.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," Keshia moaned. She leaned forward, crushing my chest and face with her weight. She extended her legs, returning to the hands and knees position.

"That feels better," she said.

Keshia resumed riding my cock. Her movements became more forceful, as she slid up and down on my rod with increasing speed. I felt a burning in my hip joint that I tried my best to ignore. She rode me harder and harder, pushing down on me with more force every time she descended.

"Gimme your nut, White Man!" Keshia shouted into my ear. "Gimme your juice!"

The bed was creaking as she rode me. I enjoyed many energetic sessions with Veronica on this bed, but I was beginning to worry that it might not survive my encounter with Keshia. She slammed her crotch up and down on my groin, straining the bedframe with every downward thrust.

"Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" I responded.

"Don't break him, Keshia!" Veronica shouted. "He's not mine. I have to return him to his wife when you're done, you know."

"Shut the fuck up, Vero! I don't tell you how to fuck, and nobody's telling me how to fuck. Now go back to fucking your god damned dildo while I get me some nut!"

Keshia resumed bouncing her massive ass cheeks up and down on my groin. Her fat, succulent pussy sloshed juices all over my crotch as she brought herself closer to orgasm. My orgasm approached also, but with less urgency than Keshia's. The shift in her body position reduced the friction on my shaft, thereby slowing my ascent. The burning in my hip also inhibited my release.

Nonetheless, I maintained suction on her nipples. I realized it was in my best interest to get her off -- and get her off me -- as soon as possible. I sucked as hard as I could on her thick nipple, which had swollen to the size and shape of a chocolate-covered strawberry. I recalled that old saying, 'the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice,' and sucked with renewed determination to see if it were true.

The aroma of pussy filled the room, just as it did when Veronica masturbated while watching me fuck Marisol and Pam. That aroma, combined with the sound of Keshia moaning and Veronica buzzing off, caused my cock to swell up inside Keshia's saturated cunt. Every nerve ending from my brain to my toes was on fire. I was seconds from exploding.

"Gimme your nut, White Man. Give it to me. Give it to Keshia. Oh, I'm gonna cum. Give me that sweet cum. I'm about to cum. Give it to me. Give it to me."

She rocked faster and faster. I felt my balls boiling over. I flexed my legs and extended my toes, as if that would help the pleasure rise up faster.

"Here it cums!" I shouted.

"Give it to me! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!"

"Its cumming, baby!"

"Give it to me! Give me your nut! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

"Here it cums!" I screamed.

I felt my balls explode as a torrent of cum shot out of my cock. With the exception of my head and my feet, I could not move. That immobility - that loss of control - seemed to intensify my orgasm. I felt a torrent of scalding hot semen jetting out of my cock, spraying the inside of her cunt. Keshia continued riding me, moaning into my ear.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! That's it mother fucker, give me that nut! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Keshia rolled off, collapsing next to me. For the first time in over forty-five minutes, I was able to breathe without restraint. I greedily sucked in as much air as I could swallow.

"Damn, I thought you two were going to break my bed.," Veronica said. "And what got into you? You never make that much noise when we fuck," she asked, looking directly at me.

Before I could answer, Keshia butted in. "Bitch, that's because your fat white Cuban ass doesn't know how to fuck a man. It takes a sistah to make a man hollah."

"Vero knows..." I started to say, before Keshia interrupted.

"And when I'm done teaching this White Man how to fuck, you'll really hear some screaming. You'll be able to hear this motherfucker holler all the way from my house. If he survives."

I was tired of listening to Keshia. In retrospect, I realize it was just playful boasting on her part. But at that moment, I really wanted to shut her mouth. The problem for me, however, was that I had just cum and it was going to be a few minutes before my cock would be ready to go again.

"Get your big black ass over here," I said. Keshia arched an eyebrow in my direction as I stacked Veronica's pillows in the middle of the bed. I then directed Keshia to get on her hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed, with her hips propped over the pile of pillows. She crawled into position, moving at a turtle's pace.

"Are you going to lick me some more, White Man?" she asked.

"Something like that," I said.

Keshia humped up and down on the pile of pillows, causing her ass cheeks to bounce in the same rhythm. As she picked up speed her ass cheeks clapped together, creating a smacking sound that reverberated throughout the room.

"Damn, Keshia," Veronica exclaimed. "I've heard of junk in the trunk, but you've got two entire salvage yards back there. Waste management just called and they want you to come by and crush some cars with your ass!"

"Fuck you, whore!" Keshia responded. "The Marlins don't need to build a new domed stadium, they can play football and baseball in your fat Cuban ass!"

"Girls!" I shouted. "Enough! We're here to have fun, remember?"

I opened a drawer on Veronica's nightstand and removed two items: a bottle of lubricant and a mammoth-sized dildo. This monster was larger than any human cock-- at least any that I had ever seen. It was made of a soft, gel-like, flesh-colored substance and was designed to resemble a genuine cock, complete with a life-like head, retractable foreskin, and veins bulging all over the shaft. It was an angry-looking toy that promised more pain than pleasure. I used it on Veronica sparingly; she could only tolerate it for a few minutes at a time, and she was sore for days afterward. (She did experience explosive orgasms with it, but the discomfort outweighed the pleasure for her). Ironically, Keshia gave it to Veronica last Spring as a hostess gift after her lingerie party.

"It is my policy," I said to Keshia, sweetness dripping from my voice, "to never let a lady leave my bed unsatisfied."

Kneeling behind her, I spread her ass cheeks with one hand and rubbed the head of the dildo against her dripping pussy with the other. Globs of my cum slid from her cunt, lubricating the head of the dildo while I used it to tease her pink slit.

"And while it is certainly true that, technically speaking, this is not my bed, and to be totally honest about matters, you are nowhere near anyone's definition of a lady, I still feel obligated to provide you with the same level of service that I willingly provide to Veronica's more refined acquaintances."

"In other words, White Man, what you're trying to say but seem to be having a hard time spitting out is that you haven't had enough of this sweet chocolate coochie, right? I'm good with that. Show me what you got."

I stood up, turned around, and sat on Keshia's ass. Facing her feet, I bent over, aimed the dildo at her vagina, grasped the base with both hands, and shoved it in her cunt. All at once I buried at least eight inches of that monster cock in her pussy.

"Owww! Motherfucker! What the hell?" Keshia screamed.

I ignored her screams, even as she hunched and wiggled, trying to shake me off her ass. I scooted my ass backward, placing a little more of my weight on her back. It was probably not the most comfortable position that she could be in, but the purpose was to hold her stationery. I leaned forward and, holding the base of the dildo with both hands, began sawing the massive toy in and out of her cunt. Despite the copious fluid sloshing around inside her pussy, the sheer girth of the dildo created substantial friction as it tore in and out of her vagina. Keshia's tone shifted from shock, to anger, and finally to lust in less than a dozen strokes.




The BBW Chronicles Ch. 04



"God damn! Mmmmmmmm!" Keshia moaned. "That's it motherfucker, that's it! Now you're hitting it!"

Her ravenous cunt devoured more and more of the dildo. Each stroke penetrated a little deeper. Soon, I was only able to hold it with one hand. At least ten inches of that voluminous monster was drilling in and out of her gaping maw. Her moaning grew louder and more insistent.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmm! Fuck me baby, fuck me mother fucker! Oh, you're hitting it now! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

With my free hand, I squirted some lube onto my cock and rubbed it all over the head and shaft. My erection returned. Aiming the bottle at her asshole, I squirted again.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Keshia continued screaming.

I increased the speed of the dildo's thrusts. I could feel it bottoming out inside her cunt, pounding at her cervix with each stroke. Keshia's screams intensified.

"MOTHER...............! OHHHHHHHHH! MMMMMMMM! I'M........... CUMMMM! UNGHHHHHHHHHH!"

I shoved the dildo as deep into her cunt as it would go. I stood up, turned around, and straddled her ass. Placing the head of my well-lubricated cock against her asshole, I leaned forward and thrust my rod into her asshole. Her sphincter muscle gave way immediately, allowing me to penetrate her ass in one sudden stroke.

"Fuck! What? Why? Aww, god damn!" Keshia cried. "Vero never told me you're a freaky ass fucker, too."

"All part of the service," I replied.

I put both hands on the two immense brown globes comprising her ass, spread her cheeks, leaned forward, and jack-hammered her ass with all the force I could generate. Her ample cheeks rippled with every thrust. Her rear orifice was considerably tighter than her vagina, which usually meant I would cum that much quicker, as well. But this time I knew I could last as long as I wanted, having ejaculated less than one-half hour earlier.

"Mmmmmm! You like that ass, White Man? You like fucking my big black ass? All you white men are mother fucking freaks, you know that?" Keshia screamed. "Give me that dick, motherfucker! Fuck my big black ass!"

The dildo in Keshia's pussy provided an unusually firm feeling against the underside of my cock. By the second stroke, however, I felt it starting to slip out of her, as the squeezing of her pussy and ass worked to eject it from her slick tunnel. I tried to push the dildo back inside her, but I couldn't reach it from my standing position. Just as I expected it to shoot out of her cunt, I felt a hand under my balls, and then her pussy became full once again. I looked back and saw that Veronica had joined us on the bed, and was fucking Keshia with the giant dildo.

It took a few strokes for Veronica and I to synchronize our rhythm. We were soon pumping Keshia like a two-cylinder engine, both of us alternating our strokes into Keshia's hungry holes. I heard a buzzing, and looked back to see that Veronica had her vibrator buried in her pussy, as well. At that point, all three of us were in a race to see who would climax first.

Veronica started moaning, and I could tell from the tone and volume that she was seconds from reaching her orgasm. Her moan became louder, and then she rolled off to the side, her thighs squeezing the vibrator that was buried in her pussy. She lost her focus and let go of the dildo in Keshia's cunt. I felt it starting to slide out, and a few seconds later it plopped onto the bed. Veronica rolled onto her back, crying out in joy.

"Mmmmmm! Yessssssssss! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Unggggggggh!"

I focused my concentration on Keshia. Despite losing the stimulation of the dildo fucking her cunt, she was approaching her orgasm, as well. I drilled her ass as hard and as fast as I could. With all women before her, I always emphasized caution and care while engaged in anal sex. But Keshia provoked a different response from me. She liked it rough, so I gave it to her as hard and as rough as she could take it. She did not disappoint me.

"Fuck that ass! Fuck it, baby! Fuck that ass!" she screamed. "That's your ass, you can fuck it any time you want, baby!"

I slammed into her over and over, drilling her ass as hard and as fast as I could. My torso bounced off her cheeks every time I thrust my groin into her. Every stroke was from the tip to the base of my cock. I slammed her again and again, harder and harder.

"Fuck it baby! That's your ass! Fuck it baby, fuck it! Give me that dick!"

I grabbed her pony tail with one hand and pulled back, forcing her head off the mattress and arching her broad back, forming a deep bow. This maneuver gave me additional leverage, which I used to pound her ass over and over. We climaxed at the same time. I felt my toes curl and my brain explode as a surge of electricity grabbed my balls, raced up my shaft, and erupted inside her ass.

"OH! MMMMMM! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! CUM WITH ME! CUM WITH ME BABY, CUM WITH ME! UNGHHHH! AHHHHHH!"

I shot spurt after spurt of white hot sperm in her ass. I continued pounding her ass as I felt the sensations recede. I slowed my thrusting, then stopped, my entire cock still buried in her asshole. I stood up, withdrawing my rod from her ass, and admired her gaping black chasm now bubbling with my white seed.

I was exhausted from the exertion. Standing was not an option. I collapsed on the bed.

"Vero, your white man does have some skills. I could see myself fucking him again," Keshia boasted.

"White Man, tell the truth. Sistahs fuck better than Latinas, don't they? Chocolate's better than caramel, right? Go ahead, tell the truth. Vero knows it already, so don't worry about hurting her feelings."

"Well, Keshia, most guys I know will tell you that all pussy is pink on the inside. I agree with that statement. But I also like to say to the guys who are less adventurous, 'black pussy is pretty good, once you get past the black part.'"

"So you still want to be a comedian? Alright, I feel ya. Marinate on this, asshole. What do you call a Mexican stud? Give up? So have a million Mexican women. That's why they are all swimming across the border."

We spent the next hour showering, getting dressed, and trading insults. By the time I made it back to my office, it was almost time to go home.



The BBW Chronicles Ch. 05



I want to give special thanks to my editor, Alabasterthighs. Her assistance is greatly appreciated.


Chapter 5: Jaleesa

Veronica called me just before I left the office for the day. I was rather exhausted from the workout that Keshia put me through earlier that afternoon, and more than ready to go home and recover with a double shot of eighteen-year-old single malt scotch. Nonetheless, the illicit thrill of talking to Veronica was always invigorating, so I closed my office door, answered the call, and settled back into my chair.

"Hello, lover," she cooed into her cell phone. "How are you feeling? Any bruises I need to take care of before you go home for the day?"

"I survived," I answered. "Let me tell you, your friend Keshia is a beast."

"Too much woman for you?" she asked.

"I didn't say that. Don't put words into my mouth. She's just not exactly my kind of woman."

"I know. I realize that now. She and I have played together before, and she was always on the aggressive side, but not like today. I don't know what happened, but you brought that out of her by the truckload. I've never seen her so assertive. She likes you, by the way."

"She's fun. Her personality is as big as her body. She takes a little getting used to, but once I understood her sense of humor, I had fun with her. I like her also."

"Really? Well, when do you want to get together with her again? She told me to tell you that she's free every night next week."

"Umm, Baby, not so fast. I have enough on my plate right now, and like I said already, Keshia is not exactly my type. Maybe in a couple weeks, or next month?"

"I understand. To tell you the truth, I didn't think that you would ever want to meet with her again after this afternoon."

"In the future, yes. Just not right away."

"I'll make it up to you. I'll plan something special for Tuesday. Keep your calendar clear, alright"

"What have you got in mind?"

"I can't tell you. It's a surprise. Just make sure that you are available Tuesday from noon 'til whenever. OK?"

"Alright. Have a good weekend, and talk to you next week."

"Bye, lover."

"Bye."

* * *

Tuesday morning passed uneventfully. I had not heard from Veronica since Thursday evening, so I assumed that our lunch plans were unchanged. At 11:50 I left the office and walked to my car. Just as I was about to open the car door, I received a text message from Veronica.

Go to the corner of SW 8th Street and 69th Avenue. Park in the secure lot.

Go to room 36B. Don't be late.

That address was a half hour drive from my office. With the round trip and an hour or two of playing, my return to the office was questionable. Pulling out of the parking garage, I called my secretary and told her to cancel my afternoon appointments, as something had come up and I would likely be out of the office the rest of the day. If Veronica comes through once again, I'll be gone all afternoon.

I took the highway to the SW 8th Street exit, and then proceeded East. As I approached 69th Avenue I began to recognize the area. Turning into the parking lot, I laughed out loud. Veronica, you outdid yourself this time.

I located Veronica's car and parked in the space next to it. I found a steel door marked 36B, and pulled on the handle. It was braced open with a matchbook over the bolt. I removed the matchbook, entered, and closed the door behind me. 

The building was a motel designed and used exclusively for sex. The parking lot was surrounded by a ten-foot wall so that street traffic could not see the cars parked on the lot. The first floor of the building contained only the lobby and entrances to the guest rooms. All the rooms were on the second floor, and consisted of two-story suites. This establishment was notorious for its popularity with swingers, cheaters, and lovers who had nowhere else to go.

After closing the door and making sure that it was locked, I found myself in a dimly lit hallway that led to a staircase. I followed the single flight of stairs to the second floor, where I found another steel door. I opened the door and walked into the guest room.

The lower level of the guest room, which was on the second floor of the building, consisted of a sitting area, a bar, and an open bathroom featuring a large, red, two-person, heart-shaped bathtub. The bedroom was in a loft that overlooked the entertaining area, and was accessible by a steel staircase.

"Its about time, Lover!" Veronica called to me from the bathtub. "Come over here, there is someone I want you to meet."

I turned toward the tub and saw that it was filled with water and a thick layer of bubbles. There were two glasses of wine or champagne on either side of the tub. Two heads protruded through the bubbles. I recognized Veronica, of course. The second head belonged to a very young woman with dark hair and a vaguely exotic appearance. She had a round face, straight black hair, big dark eyes, and skin the color of coffee with too much cream - neither black, nor white, nor cinnamon, nor any color that I could readily identify. I could not determine her nationality.

"Mike, this is my special friend, Jaleesa. Jaleesa, this is Mike, my lover that I told you about."

An arm extended from the bubbles. I bent down and took it in my hand, intending to shake it. I remembered the greeting with Keshia, however, and decided against a handshake. Leaning forward even further, I lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed it.

"My, what a gentleman you are. Would you like to join us in the tub and relax a little? I think we can make room for one more."

"I'd love to."

I quickly undressed, leaving my clothes hanging from chairs at the other end of the room. Before returning to the tub, I first scanned the room, searching for the ladies' refreshments. I found the ice bucket and an open bottle of champagne sitting on the end of the bar. After refilling their glasses and moving the ice bucket closer to the bathtub, I stepped into the tub. It was not easy finding room, and I soon found myself sitting with my back in the corner of the heart-shaped vessel, and four feet resting on my lap. 

I rubbed the soles of the four feet nestled in my lap, starting with the foot that was applying the most pressure to my groin. The other three feet were soon poking and prodding my balls, and one of them managed to find my cock. I determined that the foot I was kneading belonged to Veronica, and the foot stroking my cock was attached to Jaleesa's leg. Each girl had a foot in my balls.

"I wanted to thank you for taking such good care of all my friends, Mike," Veronica said. "So to show you my appreciation for all of your loving attention, I decided to share Jaleesa with you. Jaleesa is very special to me."

I had no idea what she was talking about. Jaleesa was a beautiful young woman; there was no question about that. But I did not think that the two were lesbian lovers. If that were true, I would have heard about it from Maria or from Veronica, herself. I was tempted to ask her what she meant by that remark, but I decided to let Veronica unravel the mystery in her own time.

"Jaleesa, you have a very exotic look," I said, while continuing to rub the four feet poking my groin. "I am trying to place you, but I just can't seem to identify your background," 

"Don't feel bad, I have a rather mixed up background. My father is from Trinidad, but his mother is Chinese. So I am one-quarter Trinidadian, and one-quarter Chinese from my father's side," Jaleesa explained. "My mother is one-half African-American and one-half white, mostly a mix of French and English."

"That explains your exotic beauty. You have the best traits of four different races."

"Three races, actually, but four very different cultures."

"Today she's going for five, after we put some Latin in her," Veronica quipped.

Everyone laughed at that remark, and I felt two feet sliding along my stiffening shaft. I reached for Jaleesa's champagne glass and refilled it. Veronica handed me her glass, and I refilled that one also. There was only a little bit of champagne left in the bottle, so I raised the bottle to my lips and drained it. 

"There's more behind the bar," Veronica said. "Jaleesa and I are feeling kind of thirsty today."

I was happy for an opportunity to stand up. Despite the ego boost I was getting from sharing the tub with two sexy women, the truth of the matter was that the tub was built for two, and there was nowhere a third person could sit comfortably. In any event, the water was starting to cool off and it would only be a matter of time before we all felt compelled to get out of the tub. I used that occasion to move things along.

I reached for a towel and dried myself. I then picked up the bucket, discarded the empty bottle, and retrieved a fresh bottle from behind the bar. The new bottle was warm, so instead of popping the cork I plunged it into the ice bucket. Before returning to the bathtub, I stopped to gather four of the fluffy white towels stacked on the floor. The girls looked up as I approached.

"I thought you were getting another bottle of champagne?" Veronica inquired.

"Your glass isn't empty yet," Jaleesa answered. "You can wait another minute or two. Maybe Mike has something else in mind for us."

"Your young friend is very perceptive," I replied. "By the way, just how old are you, Jaleesa?"

"Ask her," she answered, tilting her head toward Veronica.

Veronica laughed, and then Jaleesa responded with her own giggle.

"Well, I'm waiting, ladies." I did not understand why they were making such a big mystery out of a relatively minor detail.

"How old do you think I am?" Jaleesa asked.

I stared at her for a moment, trying to reconstruct the conversation that had taken place already. I could not discern any clues from anything the girls said to me or to each other. I stared at with the intensity of a scientist observing a specimen under the microscope. Jaleesa was still covered by the bath water and bubbles from the neck down, so I only had her face to use as a reference. Based upon her demeanor, I guessed that her age was probably about the same as Veronica: twenty-seven years.

"I'm going to say twenty-five or twenty-six, maybe?" I stated lower numbers in an attempt to score a few flattery points. 

"Nope," Jaleesa said, shaking her head.

"Twenty-seven?"

"Try again."

"Twenty-eight?"

"Do you want me to hit you?"

"I'm sorry. Twenty-four?" I asked, surprise showing on my face.

There was no response.

"Twenty-three?!" I exclaimed.

"Since last week. Wednesday was my birthday. So you're sort of my birthday present from Veronica."

"Happy birthday. And happy birthday to me, too."

"Is it your birthday also?"

"No, mine was months ago. But this afternoon I'm going to celebrate like it's my birthday, Christmas, New Year's Eve, and the Fourth of July all at once."

"You're a naughty man."

"That must be why you're here. I know that's why I'm here."

I walked over to Jaleesa's side of the tub, and offered her my hand to help her get up and out of the water. As she stood, the last of the bubbles were clinging to her body -- but I got my first good look at what had been hiding under the water. I helped her out of the tub, and then wrapped a towel around her shoulders. I handed her a second towel, and then walked over to Veronica's side of the tub. After helping Veronica out of the bath I stepped back and allowed the girls to dry themselves.

Jaleesa finished toweling herself and struck a pose. 

"Do you like?" she asked.

"What's not to like?" I responded.

Jaleesa was a beautiful, exotic-looking woman. She stood about five feet, five inches tall. Her body was the same milky coffee color as her face. Her wet hair hung from her head in tight spirals. I suspected that when it was fully dry it would probably reach just past her shoulders, but the weight of the water stretched the dark coils to the middle of her back. Her shoulders were broad like a swimmer's, but her body was a perfect hourglass that betrayed no hint of athleticism or adherence to an exercise regimen. Rather, her lush curves suggested softness and luxury. Her stomach was flat yet soft, showing no definition or muscularity whatsoever. Her hips flared generously from her surprisingly small waist. Her butt was round from every angle. Her thighs were thick at the top, but tapered to very narrow knees and sat atop slender calves. She appeared to be carved from foam – perfectly shaped and soft everywhere. I guessed her weight to be about one hundred sixty pounds.

The only real flaw in her figure was her breasts. She was easily a DD cup, but her boobs had completely surrendered to the effects of gravity and were pointing to the floor. I had seen breasts that sagged like that countless times on older women, but never before on a twenty-three year old girl. 

"Well, Mike, do you accept my offer of peace?" Veronica asked, looking at Jaleesa.

"Vero, I told you, I'm good. You don't owe me anything. But I have to say, you outdid yourself this time. She's gorgeous."

"You two can stop talking like I'm not here. I can hear you, you know. And Veronica, what's this about an offer of peace? I thought he was supposed to be my birthday present."

"Have you ever heard of two birds and a stone, Jaleesa?" Veronica asked.

"Does that have anything to do with birds in the bush? If it does, we're in trouble here. Neither of us has any bush."

We all laughed at that response. I handed each of the girls her glass of champagne, retrieved the ice bucket with the unopened bottle, and directed the two girls toward the staircase. 

"After you, ladies," I said, as I reached the spiral staircase first.

Veronica ascended first, followed by Jaleesa. I was last, which afforded me the opportunity to stare upward at Jaleesa's lovely ass as she climbed the steps in front of me. I felt my cock starting to rise as I admired her bowling ball butt cheeks.

The second floor was a loft that was open on three sides to the entertaining area below. The upstairs portion was furnished with a king-size bed, two lounge chairs, and a cocktail table. As I exited the stairs, I found Veronica already seated on the bed, holding her empty glass and waving it in my direction. 

"Hold on a second," I said to her. "First, let me open another bottle. You should learn some manners from this young lady."

"She's no lady. You better be careful of that one."

The champagne was starting to bring out Veronica's bluster. 

"I've seen her do things that no lady would ever think of doing," Veronica added.

"Who are you to talk?" Jaleesa piped up. "You're the one I was doing things to. Things you told me to do to you."

Now, this is getting interesting. 

"What exactly is the relationship between the two of you?" I asked, looking first at Veronica and then to Jaleesa.

"Well, for one thing we are friends. And, Jaleesa is a submissive," Veronica answered. "She does anything I tell her to do. Anything. Without hesitation."

"So, you're the Dom and she's the sub?" I asked.

"Yes and no," Veronica replied. "Our relationship is not so formal. We do not use labels or titles, nor do we have any explicit rules that must be followed."

"She's crazy hot, and I just like to be told what to do," Jaleesa added.

"That's a bit of an oversimplification. I learned -- the first time we were in bed together -- that Jaleesa is a pleaser. She gets off by making me feel good. She will do anything I ask her to do. I can do anything I want to her, and it all makes her feel good. Making me cum makes her cum. Of course, I give her attention too. I'm not selfish. But I am smart enough to know that I found a rare treasure with Jaleesa."

My cock rose to a full erection as I listened to these two lovely women describe their sexual relationship. I started thinking of all the ways that I would violate Jaleesa's young body if she were to give herself to me in the same manner that she had already given herself to Veronica. I also marveled at the fact that Veronica did not spend all of her time enjoying the pleasures that Jaleesa offered as the simple result of her inborn nature.

Veronica put her arms around Jaleesa, leaned forward, and kissed her. Veronica pressed her lips against Jaleesa's mouth, closed her eyes, and worked her tongue between Jaleesa's teeth. My cock ached for attention as I watched these two lovely women standing next to the bed, completely naked, arms around each other, and their mouths united in a wet, passionate kiss. I walked over and joined them, placing a hand on a cheek of each girl's lovely ass, caressing the soft curves of their contrasting forms. Standing slightly behind these two goddesses of flesh, my erect cock managed to work itself between their hips as their respective tongues returned to their respective mouths.

"Is someone feeling neglected?" Veronica asked.

"We can't have that, now can we?" Jaleesa cooed in response as she reached for my cock.

"Don't stop on my account," I responded. "I just couldn't resist all this naked female flesh. The sight of you two lovely, sexy young ladies pressing your mouths and bodies together was too much for my feeble willpower."

"Excuse me, but there is only one sexy young lady present," Veronica corrected. "That's me. She's a filthy whore."

"Vero!" Jaleesa shouted in utter shock.

"I'll prove it. Jaleesa, suck his dick."

Jaleesa opened her mouth as if to protest, but then shot a look at Vero that seemed to say: "This isn't over," and then dropped to her knees in front of me. She took my balls in one hand, wrapped her other hand around the base of my cock, and directed the head to her moist lips. She left soft kisses all over the head, and then started licking up and down the full length of the shaft. After bathing my entire cock with long strokes of her tongue, she formed her thick, full lips into an 'O' and descended the shaft, stopping only when her lips reached my groin.

Jaleesa continued caressing my balls with one hand. I looked down to see that she had released her grip on my shaft with the other hand, and was now pinching her own nipples. Our eyes locked for a moment. In that second I saw a look of complete surrender in her eyes. I also saw barely restrained desire and total bliss. I understood at that moment why Veronica said that she was special. I could do anything I wanted with Jaleesa, and she would love me for doing it to her. Anything at all.

I reached for her hair and pulled her head back, away from my groin. I sat on the bed, spread my legs wide, and pushed her face down on my throbbing cock. She immediately picked up my rhythm, bobbing her head in perfect cadence with the fist tangled in her hair. She offered no resistance as I skull-fucked her; in fact, she assisted my assault on her mouth. 

With my free hand I reached for her nipple and pinched it. I had no desire to hurt her, but at the same time I was interested in exploring her limits. There had to be some point where her mind or her body resisted – some point where she said 'no.' At first I gently pinched her nipple, but that failed to provoke a response. I twisted it back and forth, and then pinched a little harder. She responded by arching her back, which had the effect of making her tits even more accessible to my fingers.

I looked down and saw that Jaleesa had spread her knees apart; she was now stroking her clit with her free hand while she continued to caress my balls with her other hand. I fucked her face up and down on my cock with several forceful strokes. After a minute or so of pounding her face against my crotch, I pulled her by the hair, lifting her mouth off my cock. A long strand of saliva stretched from the head of my cock to her lips. It sagged and then broke, running in two streams: one ran down my cock, soaking my balls; the other ran down her face and dripped onto her breasts, looking like a river of drool from her mouth to her cleavage. Her hands continued their simultaneous work on my balls and her clit.




The BBW Chronicles Ch. 05



Jaleesa used just enough pressure on my balls to provide a pleasurable stimulation without causing pain. I didn't mention this fact, but the truth of the matter is that a gentle caressing of my balls feels wonderful, and even light squeezing during ejaculation adds to the thrill of the moment. But just a few degrees too much pressure is uncomfortable, and several degrees of excess pressure is painful – not a sharp stinging pain, but rather a dull nauseating pain that operates as a barricade on the road to satisfaction. Despite her youth, Jaleesa knew precisely the amount of stimulation necessary to keep me moving full speed ahead.

"She's wonderful," I said to Veronica. "So talented at such a young age." 

"Don't be fooled by her age," Veronica replied. "This little whore has been around the block a few times. Haven't you sweetie?"

Jaleesa started to answer, but before the words could escape her lips, I jammed her face back into my lap, ramming my cock to the back of her throat. The only sound that escaped her lips was a wet gurgle that originated in the back of her throat, where the head of my cock stifled it.

"What do you mean? Where did you find her?"

"I met her one night at Trapeze. She was there with some guy old enough to be her father."

"Like me?"

"Older than you, even. He couldn't get his dick up, but he liked to watch her sixty-nine with other women. We hooked up, and played for a while. The old fucker just sat on a bench playing with his limp noodle. When it was over, Jaleesa and I exchanged phone numbers, and got together the following weekend. We have been playing together ever since."

"So why do you say that she's such a whore?"

"The little slut lost her virginity at thirteen to some older white guy, around thirty-one or thirty-two, I think. Her parents found out and pressed charges. He went to jail. Two years later she got pregnant, this time with an even older white guy. A year later she got pregnant again. Yep, you guessed it, another older white guy. This whore had two kids before she even graduated from high school."

"I'm detecting a pattern here."

"Oh yeah, I think so. That's another reason I hooked you up with her. My little latte slut loves older white guys. She was creaming in her panties when I told her about you."

"And I thought I was special."

"You are, Baby, but in a different way. Don't expect your charm to work on every twenty-three year old slut in South Florida. You just keep fucking my lonely BBW friends, and I'll make sure you never get bored."

"Umm," I paused for a second, struggling to determine exactly how to approach this issue. "Jaleesa isn't exactly a BBW," I finally blurted out.

"That depends, I suppose, on how you define 'BBW.' That chubby little slut carries her weight well. She has perfect proportions. But she's still nearly fifty pounds overweight, aren't you Jaleesa? What do you weigh this week?"

"About one eight-five or one ninety," Jaleesa replied, her bowed.

So much for my earlier estimate. Note to self: Do not ever discuss the subject of weight. Not if I want to continue enjoying pussy, that is. 

"Oh hell," I answered. "Let's concentrate on having fun."

I felt my balls tightening. I realized that I was nearing my climax, and probably would have reached it already had I not been distracted by my conversation with Veronica. Instead of continuing the ascent, I decided to slow the pace a little. I pulled on Jaleesa's hair, extricating my cock from her slobbering jaws. My crotch was soaked with her saliva, and a stream of spit was running down her chin. It took all of my willpower not to finish at that moment.

"My turn," Veronica proclaimed, while reaching over and grabbing a fistful of Jaleesa's hair.

I stood up to stretch my legs as Veronica positioned Jaleesa between her thighs. Surveying the room, I remembered the bottle of champagne, and moved to refill the girls' glasses. I returned to find Veronica laying on her back in the middle of the bed, with Jaleesa kneeling between her thighs, her face buried in Veronica's hairless crotch. I tapped Jaleesa on the shoulder and handed her a glass when she looked up. She downed it quickly, and then resumed licking Veronica's pussy. Veronica was laying flat on her back, so I drank her glass and then set it on the nightstand. 

I climbed onto the bed and crawled over to Veronica. Reaching her head, I leaned over and kissed her. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, exploring every corner and caressing every surface. I returned the kiss, pushing my tongue past her lips, through her teeth, and over her extended tongue. The rough upper surface of her tongue scraped across the smooth lower surface of mine. I probed deeper, until Veronica arched her back, opened her mouth as wide as possible, and moaned.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"

I sat up and watched as she experienced her first orgasm.

"Unnnnnnnnghh! Yesssssss!"

With her back arched, her nipple was pointing straight at me. Veronica's breasts are not nearly as large as Jaleesa's, but they are much firmer. Her nipples were irresistible. I leaned forward and sucked her erect nub into my mouth. That contact launched another orgasm.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! You two....... are making ....... so ....... Unnnnnnnghhhhhh!"

Veronica deserved the attention we were giving her. After all, she put this little party together. It's not every day that a married guy in his late forties gets the opportunity to bed an exotic beauty less than half his age. Its even more special when that bed is shared with a sexy Cuban BBW. I made it a point to ensure that Veronica came first, last, and often.

I continued sucking her nipple, and Veronica continued moaning. After two or three minutes I switched, so that neither of her lovely nubs would feel neglected. There was no point in playing favorites.

As I was sucking Veronica's tits, I felt a hand moving up my inner thigh, heading toward my groin. The hand paused as it reached my balls, and then traveled to my ass. A minute or two later I felt a second hand traveling up my other leg. This hand went straight for the crack of my ass. It stopped when it reached my asshole. One curious finger began circling my sphincter, applying just enough pressure so that I felt a push, but not enough to penetrate.

I tried to determine whose hands were playing with my ass. In our current positions, neither of the girls could reach my ass with both hands. Suddenly it dawned on me that each of the girls was using the hand nearest me to caress my butt and probe my asshole. I silently thanked Veronica by sucking even harder on her nipples. A second later she erupted in her third orgasm.

The gentle ass-play was causing my cock to throb; it too longed for attention. I was anxious to bury my rod in Jaleesa's pussy, but I felt obligated to give Veronica the ceremonial first fuck. She was so good to me. She was such a good lover. I debated the issue back and forth for several seconds, but in the end, 'new pussy' won out. It usually does.

I gave Veronica one last kiss, then got up and moved to the foot of the bed. Kneeling behind Jaleesa, I paused to admire her lovely ass. Her pale brown butt cheeks were perfect spheres, round on all sides, divided by a deep crack that was spread open just enough to provide a glimpse of her rosebud. I longed to feel my cock sliding into her, but as I gazed at her crevice I caught a whiff of her aroma. That musky, womanly scent set off an inferno in my brain.

Instead of ramming my cock into Jaleesa as I was prepared to do, I found myself involuntarily leaning over, spreading her ass cheeks with my hands, and licking up and down her crack. I swirled my tongue around her asshole, and then drilled it past her ring of relaxing muscles. I heard Jaleesa gasp. I licked her asshole for a few seconds more, but even though I am an avowed ass lover, this was still not the prize I desired. 

I pushed on the small of her back with one hand, while pushing her thighs forward with the other. This caused her back to arch and her ass to rise even higher, thereby simultaneously lifting her pussy off the bed and opening her lips. Jaleesa's pussy was spread wide-open, moisture dripping from her inner labia, and her vagina winking open and closed as it contracted in anticipation of finally joining the party. I leaned forward and gave it a deep, soul searching kiss, extending my tongue as far into her as possible. Her honey coated my tongue; I tasted her overpowering arousal, which inflamed my desire for her even more. I drove my tongue in and out of her. I felt compelled to be inside her, and if I could have climbed in head first, I surely would have done so.

Jaleesa pushed her ass backward, causing her vagina to swallow even more of my tongue. I backed up a little, and then licked downward toward the V formed where her lips joined. I sucked every drop of her nectar that I could find, my mouth greedy to taste more of her. I sucked her lips into my mouth, pulling them with my lips. I released and traveled lower, searching for her clit. 

A second later, I found my prize. I accelerated my attack, flicking my tongue back and forth, allowing just the tip to slide across her clit with increasing frequency. Jaleesa bucked her hips in an attempt to create more friction. I denied her the satisfaction; I withdrew my tongue from her clit, and instead resumed licking her asshole. She moaned in frustration, so once again I flicked my tongue across her clit. 

Jaleesa's fluids continued to flow onto my tongue. The juice I could not lap up dripped down my chin and collected on the bed sheets, soaking through to the mattress. 

I heard Veronica cumming once again, so I decided that Jaleesa had earned an orgasm of her own, as well. I backed away from her ass, rolled over onto my back, and slid my face under her crotch. My legs were hanging off the bed, but it was not an entirely uncomfortable position. I placed both hands on her ass, and pulled her crotch down to my face. I attached my mouth to her clit and started licking at a feverish pace. I heard a muffled moan coming from between Veronica's thighs, so I assumed that Jaleesa was enjoying my efforts. I assaulted her clit from all angles, sucking the tiny seed between my teeth and gently squeezing, and then flicking it in every direction with my tongue. As my pace quickened I could feel Jaleesa's ecstasy climbing – she was humping my face and squeezing my head between her thighs. 

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" she groaned.

I licked faster and faster. Her juice was running down my cheeks. 

"Mmmmmmmm! Hhhhhmmmmmm mmmmmmmm!"

I think she was trying to say that she was cumming, but Veronica had her hands in Jaleesa's hair and was smashing the younger girl's face against her crotch. Both girls were cumming at the same time. The room smelled of sex and pussy, and I continued licking until Jaleesa got up and rolled over onto her back.

If my cock felt neglected before, it felt utterly abandoned at this point. I was the only person in the bed who had yet to cum, and I was determined to remedy that situation immediately. Jaleesa was getting up from the bed and heading toward the bathroom, so I turned my attention to Veronica. I hooked my arms under her thighs and pulled her toward me. I aimed my cock for her pussy and pushed. I entered her effortlessly, burying my cock in her warm, juicy honeypot in a single thrust.

"Unnnnnnngggggghh! Baby!" Veronica groaned. "How did you know that I was ready for cock?"

"Is there ever a time that you are not ready for cock?" I asked. "You should write a book about your sperm diet. Three servings a day, in any orifice."

"Shut up and fuck me, sexy man."

I did exactly that. My cock was already throbbing when I entered her juicy slit. Despite feeling swollen to its maximum girth, it sliced through her slippery flesh like a hot knife through soft butter. I was just that hard and she was just that wet. 

"Fuck me, Baby. Pound my pussy. Give me all of your sweet dick."

"You want this cock, Baby?"

"Yes, give it to me."

"You want all of it?"

"Yes, all of it."

"You want it like this?"

I leaned forward, pushing her thighs into her chest and her ankles around my ears. My cock pushed into her deeper, stretching her cunt around the shaft. The head pounded into her cervix, banging over and over.

"Ungh! Yes, that's it. Give it to me."

"All of it?"

"Ungh! All of it."

"What about her?" I asked, pointing my head toward Jaleesa.

"Fuck her. She can have you when I'm finished. That slut gets the leftovers."

"Are you going to watch me fuck her?"

"Ungh! Of course. Ungh! I love watching you fuck."

"Does it make you wet and creamy?"

"Yes! You know it does. Now shut up and fuck me or I'll find someone else who will!"

I had teased her as long as I could. I reached the limit of my willpower, and could hold back no longer. In a different position I might have been able to prolong this session for another fifteen or twenty minutes, but I could feel that my balls were about to erupt. I grabbed Veronica's ankles, spread her legs as wide as my arms would stretch, and pounded her with maximum force. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

The sound of Veronica's grunts barely rose above the din of the creaking bed and our smacking flesh. I took a deep breath in preparation for the final thrusts, inhaling air saturated with the aroma of pussy. That smell set me off. I buried my face in Veronica's bosom and pounded her with long, hard, deep strokes. I was approaching the edge, pounding faster and harder, all thoughts cleared from my head except the need to cum.

"YES! YES! YES! I'M... CUM... MING!!"

Every nerve in my body was on fire. I felt an explosion in my brain that was echoed by an explosion in my groin. An enormous blast of semen raced up my shaft and shot into Veronica's pussy. Spurt after spurt of hot cum jetted from the head of my cock and sprayed her insides. I slowed my pounding as our combined juices squished out of her cunt and soaked the sheets where our crotches joined. Panting, I collapsed on top of her, burying my face in her neck.

"That was quite a show!" Jaleesa remarked, breaking the silence. "I hope you saved some of that for me."

"I changed my mind," Veronica quipped, while still gasping for breath. "You'll get nothing and you'll like it."

Jaleesa's eyes widened in apparent shock, and then her expression transformed into a pout. She crossed her arms under her breasts, unconsciously giving them the support and lift that they required.

"Is that how its going to be? You get all the dick and I get to play with myself?"

"Hold on, ladies," I interjected. "I think I have some say in this matter."

"No, Baby, you don't have anything to say about this. Do you remember our agreement? You will do whatever I want, and you won't say 'no' to me. Not ever. Remember?"

"Of course. And you will do whatever I want, and you won't say 'no,' either."

"Exactly. So if I want you to fuck me again, you will. Right? And if I want you to fuck me one more time after that, you will do that also. Right?"

"That's the agreement, I suppose."

"So after fucking me three times, when do you think you'll have the energy to fuck this little whore?"

"After that, I guess."

"Four times? I don't think so."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No, I was just proving a point to the little princess over there. She knows what I'm talking about."

I had no idea, but when women start talking in coded half sentences, I seldom know what is actually being said.

"As soon as you can get it up again, enjoy her. Fuck her brains out. But while you revitalize, I'm going to have a little more fun with her. Jaleesa, lay down over here."

Veronica crawled to edge of the bed, making room for Jaleesa to take her place in the center of the mattress. Veronica stood up, stepped to the head of the bed, and then lowered her swampy crotch to Jaleesa's face.

"Before I let you fuck my man, Sweety, I need for you to clean me up. Lick my juicy pussy, Baby, lick it up."

This was a side of Veronica I had never seen before. I wasn't sure if I liked it, but I certainly did enjoy the view of her ass straddling Jaleesa's face. Veronica grabbed the headboard with both hands and rocked her crotch back and forth over Jaleesa's mouth. Jaleesa extended both arms straight up and cupped Veronica's boobs with her two hands. She pulled and stretched Veronica's nipples, pinching and twisting them in both directions. 

"Mmmmmm, you filthy little whore," Veronica cooed. "You know just what I need. Lick up all my juices, Sweety. I told Miguel that you were special. Didn't I?"

I was not sure to whom that last question was directed. What I did understand was my cock starting to stir again. Even though it had been only fifteen minutes since I ejaculated, I was already on the road to recovery. Round two was imminent.

I moved myself to the space between Jaleesa's outspread thighs. I took a few moments to admire the lush beauty of these two sexy young women. I caressed Jaleesa's smooth thighs and her soft -- yet -- flat belly. I could see that her stomach was laced with a network of faint stretch marks, and she bore a scar at her bikini line. Her body appeared much more mature than her stated age of twenty-three years. Nonetheless, she was an exceedingly beautiful woman, both inside and out.

Kneeling between Jaleesa's thighs, I lifted her ankles to my shoulders. This allowed me to get close enough to reach Veronica. Her broad back was smooth and creamy; her skin was a cinnamon tan that lightened to an almost luminescent white below her waist. She was bigger than Jaleesa everywhere, except in the breasts: thicker thighs, wider hips, and a bigger ass – all of it soft and luxurious. I could not remember the last time I had experienced so much feminine perfection. I felt that no man on earth was in a better place than I was at that precise moment.

Reaching for my cock, I dragged the head up and down Jaleesa's slit several times prior to entering her. Her pussy was drenched. It took only a second or two to find her clit and rub my cock against it. Jaleesa started squirming her hips, but with Veronica sitting on her face and her ankles on my shoulders, there was not much that she could do. I heard muffled moans escaping from beneath Veronica's ass, but I could not make out any intelligible words. I continued teasing her clit as my cock stiffened. When it finally reached full erection, I pushed it into her.

The feeling was exquisite. The little slut was tighter than Veronica, and just as wet. Immediately, the head of my cock flared, expanding to its fullest state. The sensation of her tight little twat was like a million wet suction pads squeezing my cock. My dick seemed to be wired directly to my cerebral cortex. Sliding my cock in and out of her cunt produced a simultaneous feeling like a white-hot poker searing my brain. Every movement was an explosion of ecstasy. I thought I might pass out from the sheer overload of the pleasure centers in my brain. And this is only the beginning!

From a purely physical standpoint, I knew that I could hold off my orgasm for thirty to forty-five minutes. I also knew, however, that the sensation of Jaleesa's pussy would compel me to shorten that time frame considerably. It's not that my techniques for prolonging my erection and delaying ejaculation would not work with her; rather, I knew I would not even try to use them. The pleasurable feeling created by her pussy was just too intense. Resistance is futile. Curiously, that thought dissipated before I even had time to chuckle at the ill-timed Star Trek reference.

I gripped Jaleesa's ass cheeks in both hands and started pumping. Leaning into Jaleesa's thighs caused her knees to push into Veronica's back, which mashed Veronica's cunt into Jaleesa's face. I suspected that Jaleesa was having a difficult time breathing with Veronica's crotch pressing into her mouth and nose, but I was past caring at that moment. My brain could process no information beyond the overwhelming pleasure being transmitted along the central nervous system. There was no point in going slow. Slow strokes were just as intense – and longer lasting – than short quick strokes. So I pounded into Jaleesa as hard and fast as I could. I was already at an unbelievably high point on the pleasure arc; I thought it impossible to rise any higher. 




The BBW Chronicles Ch. 05



Despite the elevated state of euphoria I was experiencing, I found that every stroke was more pleasurable than the last. I don't know if I had ever felt this good before. My nostrils flared as I inhaled the aromas of two highly aroused women gushing their juices. The bounce of the bedsprings and the creaking of the bedframe echoed in the cavernous loft, only to be drowned out by Veronica's moans and my animalistic grunts. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Veronica groaned. "I'm... I'm... mmmmmmmmm! Cumming!"

Veronica rolled off, panting. She turned toward Jaleesa and kissed all over her face, from her forehead to her chin.

"That was," she panted, "so good."

With Veronica out of the way, I had a little more room to maneuver. Realizing that I might never get a chance to enjoy this precious little slut again, I decided to take full advantage of the opportunity presented before me. I leaned all the way forward, kissing her on her mouth. Her face was glistening with the remnants of Veronica's orgasm running down her cheeks and chin. Her mouth tasted like pussy, so I kissed her again, forcing my tongue deep into the back of her throat. I pulled my dick out of her cunt, and when I didn't push it right back inside of her, I heard a small whimper escape her lips.

"Do you want some more dick, Baby?" I asked her with a tinge of menace in my voice.

"Please," she replied, "fuck me."

"I'm going to cum," I told her. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me.

"Where inside you?" I asked, rubbing the head of my cock against her clit.

"Anywhere."

"Turn over."

She immediately rolled over onto her stomach. I grabbed her hips and lifted her. She understood my intent and got up onto her hands and knees.

"Do you want more dick, Baby?"

"Yes, please. Give me more dick."

"How badly do you want it?

"As bad as you want me."

I bent down and kissed her asshole. I stuck two fingers into her pussy and scooped out some of the juice that was still running down her thigh. I rubbed the juice into her asshole, and then pressed the head of my cock against her tight little rosebud.

"Fuck my ass, Papi," she cried.

I pushed gently; her asshole opened with little resistance. Once the head was inside I paused for a second, and then resumed pushing. I penetrated about three inches before I met any resistance. I pulled back so that just the head was inside, spit on the shaft of my cock, and then pushed again. After three or four more thrusts I was buried to the balls in her tight little asshole.

I smacked each ass cheek with the palm of my hand, and then started fucking her with genuine enthusiasm. If her pussy was like gold, her asshole was like platinum. Each motion was nearly a sensation overload. After the first twenty or so slow thrusts I increased the speed. She responded by rocking back to meet every thrust.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Jaleesa grunted.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" I groaned.

I was administering a serious pounding on her ass, and she was taking it and giving back in equal measure. The harder I thrust into her, the harder she rocked back to meet my thrusts. 

"Fuck me Papi! Fuck my ass!"

I looked to the side and saw Veronica lying next to Jaleesa, but with her head under Jaleesa's torso. Veronica was sucking on Jaleesa's nipples, using one hand to hold the breast in place even as the other pendulous breast was swinging back and forth and side to side. Veronica had her other hand in her own crotch, her fingers working feverishly on her clit.

"Cum in my ass Papi! Fill my ass!"

I pumped as hard as I could. Had it been anyone else, I would probably have scaled back the intensity of my thrusts to make the session last longer. But Jaleesa's body compelled a maximum effort. She gave everything, and I felt I had no choice but to give her everything in return. I pounded as hard and as fast as I could move. I felt my cock swell. I looked down and watched it going in and out of her asshole, pulling out until just the head was inside her, and then thrusting all the way until my groin was slamming into the crack of her ass. My swinging balls were slapping her pussy with every thrust. Every time I hammered her ass I felt myself inching another step toward ejaculation.

"Here it cums! Take my cum!" I shouted. "I"M CUMMING!"

I exploded inside her ass. The surge seemed to come from my toes and my brain at the same time, meeting in my balls, and shooting into her ass. I pounded her with even more intensity as a river of semen shot out of my cock and filled her tight little asshole. My thrusting slowed as I felt the spurts decreasing in size. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, my cock still buried in her ass.

"Anyone care for a bath?" Veronica asked.

I gathered our towels and headed for the staircase, with the girls following close behind.



The BBW Chronicles Ch. 06



I want to give special thanks to my editor, Alabasterthighs. Her assistance is greatly appreciated.

Chapter 6: Maria

The next six months were rather uneventful. "Uneventful" is a relative term, of course, and in this context it meant that I was continuing to have more and better sex than at any time in the past twenty years. Veronica conjured no new surprises for me in that time period, so I more or less settled into a routine. The young Cuban woman commanded the majority of my attention with our twice weekly meetings. Marisol was content with our every other Saturday morning dalliances, and that worked out fine for me, as well. I even managed to hook up with Keshia a few more times. Veronica's absence from those rendezvous must have had an effect on Keshia's behavior--the bombastic personality that dominated our first meeting was mostly absent. Instead, I met with a dark, dusky, sensual goddess with a sexual appetite as big as her six foot, three hundred pound frame. Somehow she left the aggressive, abrasive aspects of her personality at home--most of them, at least.

Unfortunately, I never saw Jaleesa again. Veronica must have meant what she said when she described sharing Jaleesa with me as a "special treat." Oh well, I'll always have that memory.

The situation with Pam became somewhat problematic, however. Her sister came to visit for a week, but upon observing the state of Pam and Steve's marriage, she ended up staying an entire month. I enjoyed making love with Pam on Friday mornings, but I was OK with the prospect of taking a short break--even if it extended several weeks. Pam would not accept an interruption in our weekly trysts; she refused to accept her sister's presence as an impediment to our relationship.

"Steve's still fucking his whore," Pam answered when I broached the subject. "My sister's visit hasn't cut him off from his pussy. He reeks of it almost every night. Why should you and I be the only ones who get cut off?"

Of course, I didn't mention that I had other sources of pussy. She already knew that I was fucking other women, even if she chose to overlook that fact.

"So, what do you have in mind?" I asked. "Fucking me with your sister in the next room? Do you think you could get her to fix us toast and coffee while we screw?"

"Of course not--we can't take that risk. My sister would be horrified. She's actually a bit of a prude. It's kind of funny, actually--while we were growing up she was always the pretty one with the slender figure. Boys lined up to go out with her, and yet she never put out. If I had received that much attention when I was younger I probably never would have married so young. Instead, I married the first asshole who ever gave me any attention. Steve was the only man I ever slept with, before you."

"I didn't know that."

"It's true. I've had two cocks in my entire life."

"I see."

"I'm not going to be celibate again."

"Well, what's your plan, Pam? Do you have one?"

"In fact, I do. Meet me at Vero's house tomorrow morning."

Veronica was an extraordinary lover and an even better friend to both Pam and myself. She knew how desperately Pam needed affection, so she allowed us to use her home as a love nest. Pam and I soaked Veronica's sheets on four consecutive Fridays. Veronica didn't seem to mind, so long as Pam stayed to wash and change the bed linens.

In addition to my three daytime lovers, I still had to keep my wife satisfied at night. Maria is a beautiful woman with a healthy sex drive that had begun to decline in recent years. I suppose it was partially a result of Maria's reduced demands on me that I was able to satisfy Veronica and her friends. In addition, I eliminated internet porn and masturbation as forms of entertainment. I never made a conscious decision to do so--I just didn't have the time or energy for onanism.

Maria did not complain at all while our love making gradually declined from five or six sessions per week to just two or three. Rather, she seemed both energized and more enthusiastic. We were having less sex, but she was enjoying it more. At various times I considered different explanations. Was my libido that much greater than hers? Was she working too much? Was she having an affair? Was I becoming a better lover? Was she having health problems?

I considered all of these theories, but derived no conclusions. To some extent, I did not want to know. So long as everything remained smooth, I was content to ride out the wave.

But if there is anything I have learned over all these years, it is to expect and accept the inevitability of change.

Change arrived for me on the morning of our twentieth anniversary. It was a Friday morning, and as I was leaving the house I felt a pang of guilt. I saw the open garage door at Pam's house -- my invitation to drive in and enjoy our weekly love making session. Just as I was about to turn into the driveway, that unwelcome feeling intensified. I was surprised when I attached a label to that feeling: shame.

I drove by Pam's house without stopping.

I telephoned her once I reached the office. She was disappointed, but accepted the excuse I constructed--that I was meeting with a client who had moved up his appointment so he could catch an earlier flight. Not the most original excuse, I realized, but it was entirely plausible. Pam bought it, at least.

I poured a cup of coffee and returned to my desk. I started to reach for the power switch on my computer, but that motion was interrupted by the text message notification on my cell phone. Preparing to be annoyed with Pam, I started composing a response to her anticipated request for an afternoon meeting. That thought was canceled when I saw that the message was from Veronica.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, just starting to work."

"Does she suspect anything?

"Who?"

"Maria."

"No. I don't think so."

"She's acting strange."

"What do you mean?"

"Can't talk now. I'll call you this afternoon."

Looking up, I noticed my secretary seated across from my desk. I didn't see her enter, yet there she was. Trying to regain my composure, I took a sip of my coffee and booted up the computer. As I waited for the calendar program to open, I crossed my fingers and silently prayed that I would be able to get out of the office by four, giving me an extra hour to pick up a present on the way home. Veronica's message had put me on edge.

I don't usually wait until the last minute to make plans for our anniversary. This year, however, I was more than a little distracted as a result of juggling Veronica and all her friends. No problem. Take Maria to a nice, romantic dinner; surprise her with an expensive piece of jewelry; take her dancing; everything turns out fine.

"Carmen, why is this lunch appointment the only thing on my calendar for today?" I asked.

"Maria called me earlier this week," she answered. "She asked me to keep the day clear. I think she has something special planned for you."

"Oh, really? And what might that be?"

"I'm afraid I don't know. She didn't share the details with me. She just asked me if I could keep the afternoon clear."

"I'm pretty sure there were other appointments on here yesterday. Didn't I have a status meeting scheduled with the Garcia brothers?"

"I'm sorry. That entry was a decoy. Your wife thought you might get suspicious if the day was entirely clear."

"I see. Carmen?"

"Yes."

"Who do you work for, me or my wife?"

"You, sir."

"Whose name is on the bottom of your paychecks?"

"Yours, sir."

"Please don't forget that fact in the future."

"I won't, sir. I just thought--"

"Tell me about my luncheon appointment," I interrupted. "I take it that I am not meeting Mr. Klinger at the Capital Grille?"

"That's correct, sir. You are meeting Maria at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel at 1:30."

"That's a little late for lunch."

"I know, sir. The two of you will have more privacy. Also, I thought that would give you a little more time--in case you need to pick up something at the last minute."

"Good thinking."

"You should probably leave by eleven so you don't get caught in traffic. Winston's Jewelry is on the way. Should I call Maxine and tell her to be expecting you?"

"Yes, that would be helpful. Specify that it's for our anniversary, and ask her to have five or ten suggestions for me to choose from."

"Of course, sir."

"Carmen?"

"Yes?"

"What does Maria have planned after lunch? Why did I need the rest of the afternoon cleared?"

"I really don't know. I didn't make those arrangements."

"I see. Is there anything else?"

"No, sir. You have the Reynolds matter on Monday."

"Right. Bring me the file, and hold all my calls. I want to finish preparing before I leave at eleven.

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Carmen left I dialed Veronica's number. The call went straight to voice mail. She had to know the reason for my call, so I didn't bother to leave a message.

I spent the rest of the morning working on the Reynolds matter. Carmen buzzed me at eleven, but I still had a few points to review in preparation for the meeting on Monday. At 11:30 I looked up and realized I was out of time. The Reynolds file was just going to be joining me for the weekend.

It was a sunny day, so I made pretty good time driving from my office to Winston's. I parked the car and then tried calling Veronica. Once again, my call went straight to voice mail. It's not at all like her to have her telephone turned off. I hope everything is alright.

Maxine had close to two dozen pieces of jewelry to show me, including anniversary rings, jeweled necklaces, platinum earrings, and dazzling bracelets. There were the usual diamond arrangements, as well as pieces featuring Maria's birth stone. There were also pieces designed to include the birth stones of the children. I explained to Maxine that I didn't have time for anything to be customized--I was going to walk out with a gift and give it to my wife in less than an hour. Maxine gave me a disapproving look, and then pulled out another velvet tray with preselected pieces. I went in expecting to buy a ring, but walked out with a necklace costing three times what I had budgeted. Guilt can be a powerful motivator.

I left the jewelry story with just a few minutes to spare. It was a ten-minute drive to the hotel, so long as I did not get stuck on the wrong side of the river when the drawbridge went up. Luckily, I turned onto Brickell Drive and saw nothing but green lights for six blocks. Arriving at the hotel, I left my car with the valet and walked inside. I found the restaurant, and spotted my wife sitting at a table overlooking the water.

Maria was sipping a drink--most likely a mojito--as she looked out the window at the boats cruising up and down Biscayne Bay. She looked gorgeous with her dark brown curls tumbling off her head; her flawless make up; her big brown eyes and her full red lips. She was wearing a white silk tank top and a white linen skirt. The tank top had a deep V neckline that revealed more of her tanned breasts than it covered--from my angle I could detect a hint of nipple. The waiter must be getting a nice view.

Maria pretended that she did not see me coming, but I was sure I saw her brown eyes darting from the window to the entrance while her head remained still. This is just like the night we met, only that time I was the one pretending not to notice her.

"Excuse me," I asked, "is this seat taken?"

"I'm waiting for my lover," Maria replied. "But you can keep me company until he arrives."

"He won't mind seeing me with you?"

"If you're lucky, we'll be gone before he gets here."

"Where are we going?"

"This is a big hotel. I'm sure we can find somewhere cozy to spend a few hours."

"Lady, I like the way you think."

"I thought you would--pervert."

A waiter appeared, setting a martini in front of me.

"Hendricks martini, up, sir," the waiter announced.

"I ordered your drink for you," Maria said. "Did I get it right?"

I lifted the glass to my mouth and sipped. It was a little drier than I preferred, but that was usually the case in most bars and lounges.

"Excellent," I answered.

"Very good," the waiter said. "Are you ready to order, or would you like a few more minutes to look at the menu?"

The waiter was talking to me, but his gaze was repeatedly diverted to Maria's breasts.

"We're ready to order," I answered. "We'll start with the seared sea scallop appetizer, and then the lady will have the Florida lobster with Asian salad; I'll have the seared Ahi tuna with brown rice and vegetables. When we are finished with these drinks, you can bring us a tokkuri of sake and two cups. Anything else, sweetie?"

"Just one second," she answered. She put her hand on the back of the chair next to hers and looked up at the waiter. "Would you pull this chair back for me, please?"

"Of course, Ma'am."

The waiter edged the chair away from the table. Maria leaned over the chair, opened her purse, and pulled out her cell phone. As she angled over, her breasts nearly spilled out of the tank top and onto the table. The waiter let out an audible groan.

Maria swiped her fingers across her phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then replaced the phone in her purse.

"No, that will be all," she said.

"I'll be back with your scallops."

Maria could barely contain a giggle as the waiter walked away. Once he was out of sight, I looked at her and asked, "What was that all about?"

"He's been staring at my tits since I got here. I wanted to give him a little show."

"Are you having fun?"

"Oh, yes--very much. Did you see the bulge in his pants?"

"No, I wasn't looking at his crotch."

"Take a look when he brings our food. He's huge."

"I'll take your word for it."

"If I wanted him for my anniversary present, would you let me have him?"

"Do you really think that would be appropriate? Let me look at the chart. I don't recall twenty years being 'dick'."

"What if that's what I really want? I don't need another china set."

"Are you serious?"

"Maybe."

"I see. So I should just take back the present I already purchased because you would prefer that I hook you up with a waiter?"

"I would give you whatever you wanted."

"You're joking."

"No, I'm not."

"Really?"

"Yes. Do you see anything in here you would like? How about that waitress over there? She's pretty."

I looked across the room at a lovely young woman with short black hair.

"Too skinny. You know I like my women with a little more cushion."

"Alright. How about her?"

I glanced in the other direction. A chubby woman with long red hair and enormous breasts was seated with two thinner women. The two smaller women were working through bowls of noodles and seafood, while the redhead was taking small bites from a mixed green salad.

"Which one?" I asked.

"The redhead, of course. She's the only big girl at that table."

"No thanks."

"What's wrong with her."

"Not my type. All her weight is in her upper body. I like a woman with a bigger behind."

"Like my fat ass?"

"Exactly."

Maria flashed a triumphant grin.

The waiter returned, setting a plate of seared scallops and two small bowls of dipping sauces between us. Maria looked up and leaned backward, causing the thin, white silk of her top to stretch taut against her breasts. Her thick, brown nipples appeared on the verge of piercing the sheer cloth covering them.

The waiter set two sake cups on the table. His eyes jumped backed and forth from the table to Maria's nipples. His hands shook as he grasped the large tokkuri and attempted to pour the hot liquid into the tiny cups.

Maria locked her eyes with his, and then lowered her gaze to his crotch.

"The rest of your meal will be out shortly," he stammered. "Can I bring you anything else?"

"We're good," I answered.

The waiter turned and walked away.

"Did you see it?" Maria asked.

"See what?"

"His dick. Its enormous."

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Absolutely."

"Are you done yet?

"I'm just getting started. I have an entire weekend planned."

"Does your plan include the waiter?"

"Not yet...but it could."

"When did you start making plans for our anniversary, by the way? I've always taken care of that."

"You've been so busy with work. I hardly see you anymore. I asked Carmen, and she said you hadn't done anything yet, so I took the initiative. I wanted everything to be perfect."

I felt another pang of guilt stabbing me in the heart. I've been working longer hours, but not because I've been busier in the office. I've had to stay later to make up for the time I spend fucking Veronica and her friends.

"You also work. When did you have time to plan all this?"

"I just came up with the general ideas. Carmen made all the arrangements for me. All I had to do was get your present."

"I see. So now you have my secretary working for you."

"She's a treasure. We're becoming very close."

Great. All I need is for Maria to co-opt my secretary. Now I'll have to take extra precautions to make sure Carmen doesn't get suspicious. I hope won't have to replace her.

The waiter appeared and cleared our dishes. He returned a second later with a lobster bib.

"Madam?" he asked as he tilted his head in her direction.

Maria lifted her hair and piled it on top of her head. The waiter stepped behind her to tie the bib around her neck. As he looked downward, I was sure that he could see inside her blouse all the way to her nipples. When he was done tying the bib, Maria let her hair fall and then leaned backward. She pressed the back of her head into his groin.

"I'll be right back with your plates," he mumbled as he walked away.

"You're out of control," I said.

"Totally. I can't help myself. By the way, he's rock hard."

"And he's going to go home tonight and picture you while he's jacking off."

"Maybe he won't have to."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I could help him out with his problem."

"Are you serious?"

"Absolutely."

"What's gotten into you? This isn't like you."

"It isn't? How can you be so sure? Maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do. Maybe there's another side of me I keep hidden from you. Do you ever think about that?"

My heart froze. What did Veronica text earlier? "Does she suspect anything?... She's acting strange."

"I think we know each other pretty well," I bluffed. "We've been together for twenty years."

"Yes, twenty years. But isn't it rather unlikely that a man could ever know all of a woman's secrets--especially a very busy man with secrets of his own?"

I gulped.

"I guess."

Her eyes locked with mine, and then she smiled.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, honey. Enough of this nonsense--where's my present?"

As if on cue, the waiter returned with our plates.

"Just in time," Maria beamed. "I was just asking about you."

"I'm sorry. The chef had to wait until the last minute to fire the tuna."

"No problem; better late than never."

"Will there be anything else?"

"Not at the moment," I answered.

"Very well, enjoy."

The waiter refilled our sake cups. Maria licked her lips as the waiter turned and walked away.

"To twenty years," I toasted.

"And twenty more," Maria added.

"Only twenty more?"

"I'll decide in twenty years if I want to keep you around any longer. Its not likely, but you never know."

"You're so sassy today. What's gotten into you?"

"Its not what's gotten into me already, its what's going to get into me later."

"When are you going to fill me in on the rest of your plan?"




The BBW Chronicles Ch. 06



"When you need to know. Until then, it's a surprise. Now, where's my present?"

"I think it just walked back into the kitchen."

"Don't tease me. I might give him my cell number when you're not looking. I'm serious, where's my present?"

"Close your eyes."

I reached into my jacket pocket and retrieved a dark, oblong box with a small silver bow. Maria's eyes lit up as I handed it to her.

"Winston's?" she asked.

"Of course."

Maria opened the box and stared at the jeweled necklace. She fanned her face and squealed, then looked up at me with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"It's beautiful," she cried. "You shouldn't have."

"You are beautiful. The necklace will only enhance your loveliness."

"Oh, shut up and put it on me. I'm never taking it off."

"Let's finish our meal, first. You don't want to get butter all over necklace, do you?"

"You think you're funny, don't you? One time I leaned over and accidentally dipped a diamond pendant into the hollandaise sauce, and you have to bring it up every time we eat. That was ten years ago!"

"My boss thought it was funny. Anyway, there's no statute of limitations on humor. That story gets better every time I tell it."

"Just keep it up, and see if I don't take your present back."

We continued to banter back and forth as we ate our meal. The waiter brought us a second tokkuri of sake, and once again he stared at Maria's breasts while refilling our cups. She in turn stared at his crotch until he turned and walked away. We finished the sake just as the waiter returned to clear our plates and inquire about dessert. I declined, but when the waiter described the flourless bittersweet chocolate cake with warm vanilla sauce, Maria looked up from the waiter's crotch and licked her lips. My eyes met hers, and I decided that we could share one.

"So, when do I get my present?" I asked.

"Don't be in such a hurry. You'll get it when I'm ready to give it to you, and not a moment sooner."

"What if I don't want to wait? What if I want it now?"

"Then you're going to be disappointed, I'm afraid. We haven't reached that part of the plan, yet."

"Are you going to fill me on this plan of yours?"

"Its all on a need to know basis. Right now, the only thing you need to know is that we're going to finish lunch and then go upstairs and take a long, hot whirlpool bath."

"Upstairs? Did you get us a room for the night?"

"I did better than that. I booked a suite, and we have it for the entire weekend."

"The weekend? Who's watching the kids?"

"Carmen."

"Wow. The two of you must really think you're slick to plan all of this behind my back."

"Behind your back? More like right under your nose. You were oblivious."

The waiter arrived with our dessert, but instead of eating it, I asked him for the check. I charged the meal to the room, gathered Maria and her belongings, and stood up to leave.

"We can eat this in the room. Let's go."

The waiter watched as we walked toward the exit. Just as we reached the door, Maria turned and blew him a kiss. I grabbed a handful of her succulent ass, then drew my hand back and playfully smacked her on the cheek. Twisting out of my grasp, she slapped my hand.

"Naughty boy!"

"Me? You're the one who was torturing that poor waiter."

"I know. Go and tell him I'll make it up to him if he follows us up to the room."

"Really?"

"Yes. His dick..."

"I know. It's huge."

"I've never seen one so big. Have you?"

"I'm not in the habit of looking at other men's packages."

"Oh shut up. I'm not asking you if you've sucked any. You haven't have you?"

"Maria."

"Are you ready to go upstairs and get your present?"

"Sure. What floor are we on?"

"Sixteen. And don't sound so excited. I can always send it back."

"I'm excited. I am. And I want to know what's gotten into you?"

"Well, I'm a little drunk and I was just flirting with the biggest dick in my life. I mean the guy with the biggest dick I've ever seen. I mean, I didn't see it. But it was huge. Did you see it?"

The elevator door opened on the sixteenth floor. Maria handed me the key card; the two of us scanned the hallway in search of the proper room. I located the number at the end of the corridor, swiped the card, and opened the door for Maria. She stepped into the suite ahead of me. I placed the 'Do not Disturb' card on the outside doorknob, closed the door, and locked it.

"It's about time you got back up here," a familiar voice called from the bedroom. "I've been waiting for hours."

I froze. The sound of that voice sent shivers up my spine. My face felt like it was on fire. My heart started beating uncontrollably. Every nerve in my body was on edge.

"Did you miss me?" Maria asked. Before the other voice could respond she added, "Look who I found roaming around downstairs."

I trailed Maria into the bedroom, where my worst fears were confirmed. Veronica was laying on the bed, dressed only in a sheer, black, baby doll nightie. Her eyes met mine and she froze, her mouth forming an "O."

"Veronica, you remember my husband, Miguel? I understand the two of you met at your lingerie party last year. Miguel, I'm sure you must remember Veronica. No one ever forgets meeting her."

"Maria, what's going on here?" I stammered. "Why is your friend here, in our room, wearing only her nightgown?"

"Honey, Veronica's here because she's your anniversary present. I know how much you love fucking big, beautiful, Latin women. Don't you like her? Isn't she pretty enough for you?"

"Excuse me, hermana, but did you ever think to consult me about this arrangement?" Veronica interrupted. "Don't I get a say in this matter?"

"Of course you do, my love," Maria answered. "You know, I meant to ask you earlier, but I was too busy cumming. It must have slipped my mind."

"Maria!" Veronica shouted.

"Settle down, Veronica," Maria responded. "I'm tired of all the secrecy.

"Miguel," Maria turned toward me, "Veronica and I are lovers. We've been having sex for the past three years. Didn't you ever wonder why I never brought her to the house while you were home?"

"I guess," I answered. "I mean--not that it mattered, but I was puzzled."

"Puzzled? That's a strange way to put it. The truth is--I simply didn't want to share her with you. I knew if you met her that you would want to have a threesome or find some other way to bring her into our bedroom. I also knew that if I asked, she would most likely agree. But I wanted her all to myself. I was selfish. Will you forgive me, honey?"

I was both stunned and afraid--stunned at this betrayal by the two women in my life, and afraid that my own betrayal was about to be revealed. Too bad I already gave her the necklace. I might need that money to retain a divorce attorney.

I glanced at Veronica; she refused to meet my eyes. She continued to stare open-mouthed at Maria. Veronica was trembling, but it was the ashen look on her face that most clearly revealed her fear.

"Is that it?" I asked.

"Not entirely," Maria responded.

I braced myself for what was to come next. Veronica sat on the bed, sobbing.

"Other than our children, you are my two favorite people in the world. I love the two of you more than anything. I've decided that I want to share something beautiful with both of you.

"I know I should have asked you first, Veronica--and I'm sorry I didn't--but I couldn't take the chance that you might say 'no.' I wanted this to happen, and I wanted it to happen today. We've shared so many extraordinary moments together, but I've been feeling guilty that Miguel isn't part of it. Today is my chance to change that. Will you join us, Veronica?"

"I don't know what to say," Veronica responded with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm not sure how I feel about you revealing our secret. I always felt there was something special between us--more than sex. You were filling a void in my life, and I was giving you something you couldn't get anywhere else."

"You do sweetie, you do. But I can't live with the lies and secrets anymore. He's my husband. I can't continue lying to him."

"What if I say 'no'?"

Please say 'no.' Please, get dressed and get out of here before this blows up. Please go, Veronica, please.

"I'll be disappointed, for one. I'm pretty sure I'll be hurt. I don't think I'll be able to see you anymore--at least not intimately. I'll try to work through it, but I can't make any promises. I don't know, I guess I never considered the possibility that you might still say 'no.' I assumed once you were here, that you'd agree."

"I... I... I don't know," Veronica sobbed. "I can't think. I wasn't expecting...this."

"Come here, honey, come here," Maria said. "Mike, hold her."

Maria and I approached Veronica from opposite sides of the bed. Maria embraced her, and I wrapped my arms around the two of them. I didn't know if she was more upset about Maria revealing their affair, or the prospect that ours might be the next revelation. I had no doubt which one was more troubling to me.

"Don't worry, sweetie," Maria cooed into her ear. "It'll be alright. Just let us love you. Everything will be alright. Mike's not upset, ok? Mike, tell her you're not upset. Tell her everything's going to be fine. Tell her."

"It's OK," I whispered into Veronica's ear. "It's alright. Don't worry--everything is going to be fine."

"Tell her you love her," Maria implored. "Tell her we both love her."

"I love you, Veronica," I choked out. "We're here for you."

"Tell her you want to make love to her. Go ahead, tell her."

"We want to make love to you," I whispered to Veronica. "I want to make love with you."

"Veronica, tell him you want him. Tell him you want both of us."

"I want you," Veronica sobbed. "I want both of you."

"What do you want?" Maria asked.

"I want you to love me."

"We do love you, don't we, baby? We both love you, honey. We'll always love you."

Maria pulled Veronica's face up to hers, and then pressed her full, moist lips against Veronica's quivering mouth. Veronica met her kiss and returned it with equal intensity. The two women kissed like newlyweds, as I held them both in my arms. I felt Veronica's body finally relax as her tongue explored my wife's churning mouth. A second later Veronica was pulling Maria's tank top over her head, revealing her full, heavy breasts. I backed up and reached for my belt buckle, anxious to get undressed and join the action.

"Not yet," Maria said. "Give us a few minutes together. I'll let you know when it's your turn."

Maria stepped out of her shoes. Her skirt fell to the floor a moment later. Veronica pulled Maria's panties over her plump ass and let them drop to the carpet. My apprehension disappeared as I watched these two gorgeous BBW collapse in each other's arms, their tongues intertwined in a continuous kiss.

"Suck my nipples, baby," Maria panted, breaking the kiss. "Play with my titties."

Maria lay back on the bed, placed one hand on Veronica's back, and then ran the other hand through her hair, guiding Veronica's lips to her breast. Veronica sucked the rigid brown nipple into her mouth, smearing lipstick all over the breast. Maria gasped as Veronica closed her teeth around the erect nub and chewed. She's already cumming. Veronica knows exactly what it takes to get her off.

Veronica continued sucking and pinching Maria's sensitive breasts. Maria has told me many times that her favorite foreplay is having her nipples sucked and pinched, and that she wished I were a breast man. I thought I knew my way around her mounds, but Veronica's breast play was taking her to heights I never imagined impossible. For almost twenty minutes she continued pleasuring Maria's breasts--nibbling, pinching, and sucking her nipples, and then biting her neck in that spot that makes her shiver--bringing Maria to at least two more orgasms without venturing below the waist. I was impressed.

"I want to taste you, lover," Veronica panted. "I want to lick you until you scream."

"Then start licking," Maria answered, pushing Veronica's face to her crotch as she spread her thighs. "I'm already dripping."

Veronica opened Maria's flower and pressed her tongue against the petals. Maria gasped, and then ground her crotch against Veronica's face.

"Stop teasing me," Maria pleaded. "Suck my pussy like you did this morning."

"Hand me a pillow," Veronica urged.

Maria reached behind her head and pulled a pillow from beneath the bed linens. She handed the pillow to Veronica, and then lifted her hips off the bed as Veronica slid it beneath her ass. Veronica lay between Maria's thighs with her ass in the air and her face in Maria's crotch.

"Better?" Maria asked.

"Much."

Veronica attached her mouth to Maria's pussy and went to work. She licked, tongued, kissed and sucked Maria from one orgasm to another. Maria alternately arched her back, ground her crotch against Veronica's face, pulled Veronica's long black hair, pushed Veronica's face into her crotch, and squeezed Veronica's head with her thick thighs. Veronica never seemed to tire as she brought Maria to orgasm after orgasm.

My clothes had long ago become uncomfortable. Halfway through Veronica's oral assault I stood up and removed my jacket and tie. A few minutes later I took off my shoes, shirt, and pants. My hard cock strained against my underwear, but I resisted the urge to take it out and stroke. I couldn't stop myself from rubbing my crotch, however, as my erection was becoming painful.

I couldn't see exactly what Veronica's tongue was doing to Maria, but the sound of Maria's panting and moaning--and her nonstop encouragement--painted a vivid picture for me. Maria is not at all shy about communicating what she wants and needs. At home she has to keep somewhat quiet as we rarely have the house to ourselves, but in the privacy of a hotel room she expresses her emotions at maximum volume.

"Suck it, baby, suck it. That's it, just like that! Right there. Yes! Mmmmmmmmm! Yes! Ohhhhhh! I'm cumming again! I cumming again! Don't stop! Yes! Yes!"

I lost count of the number of times that Veronica made her cum. It was exciting and beautiful watching my wife being eaten by her best friend and lover, but after a while I started to feel a little jealous. Veronica seemed to know every curvaceous inch of my wife's body, particularly the places that produced the most pleasure. The two of them had obviously spent many hours together in bed--yet I never suspected a thing. But on the other hand, Veronica and I had also spent many hours together...

My erection started to flag as my thoughts drifted to areas that I really didn't want to think about. I couldn't decide if I was more upset about Maria having an affair, or the fact that the affair was with my lover. Veronica, it seemed, had played us both. At least Maria doesn't know about that. This wouldn't be happening if she knew we were fucking behind her back.

I was snapped out of musing by the sound of Maria's voice.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "Are you going to come over here and fuck her, or do I have to do that too?"

Looking up, I saw that Maria was still on her back with Veronica's face between her legs. Veronica's ass was in the air, her knees were spread wide, and her hairless pussy was glistening with dew. As I gazed hungrily at that familiar sight, my erection quickly returned. I stood up, pulled my underwear to the floor, and approached the bed. I climbed over the footboard, placed my hands on Veronica's hips, and aimed my erect cock at her pussy.

"Aren't you going to taste her, first? Where are your manners?"

I knew Maria was fucking with me, but I couldn't figure out why.

"Its ok," Veronica whispered, "fuck me."

I was more than ready to bury my shaft inside Veronica, but a voice in my head told me to take my time and savor the moment. I backed up, spread her cheeks, and lowered my face to her crotch. I licked Veronica from her clit to her asshole. As my tongue passed over her vagina it was immersed in her feminine honey. The taste and smell went first to my brain, and then to my dick. My cock throbbed in the air. I don't think I remember Veronica ever being more aroused. I know I never was.

I licked up and down her pussy for several minutes, but my back was getting sore due to the position of my body. I stretched my back, inserted a finger into Veronica's cunt and then swirled my tongue around her asshole. This position relieved the pressure on my back, as it enabled me to extend my legs. I slipped another finger into her pussy, while concentrating my oral activity on her rosebud.

"Mmmmm," Veronica moaned. "That feels so good."

"What's he doing, baby?" Maria asked.

"He's fingering my pussy and licking my asshole."

"I'm not surprised. I forgot to warn you, he's an ass man. I needed a breast man, but I married an ass man. Maybe that's why I love you so much, Vero. You're my 'breast friend'."

The women giggled.

"I'd be careful, if I were you," Maria continued. "When he starts licking your ass like that, it usually means he wants to stick his cock inside it."

"I'd probably like that," Veronica replied.

"Then you'd better get used to it. I think he prefers ass over pussy--especially big, BBW ass like ours."

"That's not true, baby," I corrected.

"You don't like my fat ass?" Maria asked.

"That's not what I said. I like your ass and pussy equally. You know how much I love your round ass and your juicy pussy."

"Flattery," Maria responded, "will get your balls drained."

"Then let me tell you lovely ladies that I've have never seen two more delicious pussies and two sexier asses than the two here before me on this bed."

"Less talking and more licking," Maria commanded.

"Enough licking--start fucking me," Veronica interjected. She wiggled her ass, adding, "I'm ready."

I got back on the bed, positioned myself behind Veronica, and placed the tip of my cock against her moist lips. I put my hands on her hips and shoved. Her silky tunnel opened as my cock burrowed halfway to her womb. I pulled back a few inches, and then thrust forward again until I was buried to the balls in her hot, moist pussy.

"Fuck her, baby," Maria called. "Fuck her good."

"Yeah, fuck me good," Veronica moaned.

I started slowly, using a deliberate pace as I pushed in and out of her cunt. I already knew exactly how Veronica liked to be fucked, and she knew exactly what I liked, as well. Our previous love making sessions often started slowly, progressing to a furious climax. For a brief moment I thought of varying my technique so that Maria would not suspect that Veronica and I were already familiar with one another; I pushed that thought aside when I saw that Maria was not paying attention to the activity at this end of the bed. Rather, her focus was on the junction of her crotch and Veronica's face.

Maria grabbed two handfuls of Veronica's long black hair. She wrapped her thighs around Veronica's head and pressed her cunt against the younger woman's mouth.

"Eat me, baby," Maria groaned. "I'm not done cumming yet."

My head was swirling. I was in bed with the two sexiest women I knew, fucking my lover while she licked my wife's pussy. And my wife had set the whole thing up! Veronica's pussy had never been juicier, and I don't think I had ever been harder. Veronica grunted with every solid thrust of my cock. Maria moaned and teased, urging Veronica to make her cum again and again.

The smell of pussy hung over the bed like a sweet, intoxicating fog. I had just enough alcohol at lunch to dull the pleasure racing from my shaft to my brain. Otherwise, the sights, sounds and aromas in that bed would have caused me to erupt almost as soon as I slid my cock into the depths of Veronica's slick, gripping tunnel.




The BBW Chronicles Ch. 06



"Don't stop!" Maria cried. "Don't stop licking me!"

Veronica could only groan. Her face was buried in Maria's cunt, and every thrust of my cock into her pussy pushed her face deeper into my wife's sex. Veronica came twice, but I could sense that Maria was approaching a monster climax. She was bucking and thrashing on the bed, pulling Veronica's hair and rubbing her clit all over Veronica's nose and mouth.

"I'm...I'm...yes! Unghh! Yes!" she shouted. "Right there! Don't stop!"

My feelings revolved from love to lust, and back to love again. My heart felt as though it would explode out of my chest. I couldn't catch my breath, yet I nonetheless found myself thrusting faster and harder. My attempts to proceed slowly and make the experience last were overridden by an uncontrollable desire to match the intensity of Maria and Veronica.

"Oh! Yes! Unghhhhh!" Maria shouted.

My groin was smashing into Veronica's ass. I held her hips and rocked her back and forth, crashing into her flesh with increasing intensity.

"No more, no more!" Maria said as she grabbed Veronica's hair and pulled her face away. "I can't take any more."

"Had enough, sweetie?" Veronica panted. "Did you cum good?"

"Yes," Maria answered. "That was so good. You're so good."

"Now it's my turn to cum," Veronica said.

"That's right," Maria responded. "Now it's your turn.

"Baby," Maria said, looking up at me, "put it in her ass."

"Do you want it in your ass?" I stopped and asked Veronica.

"Of course she does," Maria answered before Veronica could answer. "Tear that fat ass up."

"Maria!" Veronica cried.

"Oh, shut up and enjoy it," Maria said. "You might as well find out what it's like being married to an ass man. He tears my ass up at least once a month. Why couldn't I marry a tit man?"

In the last year I had fucked Veronica's ass twice as many times as I had been in Maria's ass, but she didn't need to know that. I spit on my finger, worked it into Veronica's sphincter, and pushed. It slid in easily. I wiggled it around a few times to loosen her up, then pulled out the finger and spit directly on her asshole. Between her natural juices and my saliva, I was confident that there was sufficient lubrication. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, placed the tip against her anus, and pushed.

"You're in for a real treat, honey," Maria said to Veronica. "There's nothing he loves more than fucking a pretty, fat girl like you in her big, round ass."

"Who are you calling fat?" Veronica asked. "I'm thick."

"Thick-headed," Maria teased.

It took four pushes before I was all the way inside her. Veronica's ass opened to accommodate the head; the entire shaft followed. She groaned as I filled her anal passage with my hard cock.

"Unnnnnnnnhhhhh!" she moaned.

"Baby," Maria teased. "I think she likes it. I found a butt slut for you. How many wives would do that for their husbands?"

I was too excited to respond to Maria, and too turned on to proceed with caution. I had fucked Veronica's ass countless times already, and I was aware of her limits. I also knew that she would forgive me if I exceeded those limits--that was an unspoken corollary of our 'never say no' agreement.

I pulled my cock almost entirely out of her ass, and then pushed forward again. I repeated this motion over and over, gaining speed with every thrust.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Veronica moaned. "Uhhhnnnnn!"

"Well, what do you know?" Maria chided. "That fat ass of yours can really take a pounding. I'm impressed."

Maria spun around so that she was lying next to Veronica. She turned Veronica's face toward hers and pulled her hair to the side.

"Kiss me, lover," she whispered. "Kiss me while my husband fucks your ass."

Maria pulled Veronica's face toward hers until their lips touched. The women mashed their faces against one another, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues as little mewling noises escaped their lips.

"You like his cock in your ass, don't you, lover?" Maria whispered. "You love feeling his hard, thick shaft thrusting in and out of your butt. You're such a naughty girl--so full of surprises."

I couldn't hold back any longer. My balls were on the verge of exploding. Every nerve in my body was on fire. My senses were overloaded from all the stimulation--the sounds, noises, tastes, aromas, and most of all, the feeling of Veronica's tight asshole sliding back and forth on my cock. I tried to slow down and make it last, but my body refused to cooperate. I sped up instead, thrusting into her with all of my strength. Sensory overload had overcome my self-control.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Veronica moaned. "Ungh!"

"I'm cumming, baby," I cried out.

"Do it! Give it to me!"

"Here it cums!"

"Give it to me! Fill my ass!"

"Unghhhhh! I'm....cumming!"

I felt my balls contract--then they seemed to explode. A torrent of hot, boiling sperm shot out of my cock, filling her bowels with every thrust.

"Yes! Fill me! Fill me!"

I continued pumping. At some point my balls stopped shooting cum, but my cock remained hard and my hips continued thrusting back and forth. After a few minutes I finally withdrew and collapsed on the bed.

"That was awesome," Maria said. "The two of you are good together."

"She has a wonderful ass," I said.

"I thought you would like it. Aren't I the best wife ever?"

"You're amazing," I said to Maria. "And so is Vero. This is the best day of my life."

"Save your strength, sport. We've got all weekend."

"I think I want to jump in the shower," Veronica said.

"I've got a better idea. Vero, why don't you go fill the tub for us? Miguel, call down to room service and order us a bottle of champagne."

Maria and Veronica stood up and went to the bathroom. I heard the water splashing in the tub, and then the bathroom door closed. I found the phone and called room service.

A few minutes later Maria called from the bathroom and asked me to bring her the dessert we brought up from lunch. I found the plate and a fork and took it into the bathroom. Maria and Veronica were already in the whirlpool tub, even though it was only halfway filled with water. The large tub easily held the two sexy, plus-sized women. Maria was reclining against the curved back of the tub, and Veronica was laying between her legs, leaning into her. I wanted to join, but I didn't think there would be enough room for a third. I was suddenly reminded of the afternoon with Veronica and Jaleesa in the heart-shaped tub, and decided to let the women enjoy their bath without me.

"Here you go," I said, handing the plate to Maria. "Save me a bite, ok?"

"Aren't you going to join us?" Veronica cooed. "I'll save a space for you."

"I have to wait for room service to bring up the champagne. And anyway, it looks like the two of you are doing just fine without me."

I grabbed a robe and returned to the bedroom. I turned on some music and sat on the bed to wait. The water shut off in the bathroom, leaving only the sounds of roiling water and splashing bodies to fill the spaces between the songs playing over the speakers.

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the door.

"Is that room service?" Maria called.

"I'm sure it is," I answered.

"Have them bring it in here."

I opened the door and greeted a uniformed man pushing a cart with a bucket and four champagne flutes.

"This way," I said.

The young man followed me into the suite. He trailed me through the sitting area and into the bedroom. He hesitated when I opened the bathroom door.

"Bring it in here," I said with a shrug.

He started to say something, but closed his mouth and followed. He pushed the cart to the doorway, and then stopped again.

"Over here," I instructed.

His face turned red, but he gathered his composure and pushed the cart off the carpet and onto the marble floor. He tried to avert his eyes from the tub, but after a battle of about seven seconds he surrendered to his nature and took in the view. Veronica was leaning into Maria, but the bubbling water covered most of their bodies. Only the tops of their breasts were visible above the foam.

"That's good," I said.

He stopped the cart and pulled the champagne bottle from the bucket. He removed the muselet, twisted the cork until it popped, and set it on the tray. He filled three flutes and then extended one toward Veronica. She sat up straighter as she reached for the glass, causing her breasts to emerge from the water. The waiter gasped, nearly dropping the flute on the floor. He recovered just in time, and handed the glass to her.

Veronica raised the glass to her lips, once again causing her breasts to break the surface of the water. This time Maria reached around and cupped her hands over Veronica's breasts. She lingered for a second, and then pinched her nipples. Veronica winced, and then both girls giggled. Maria didn't release the little brown buds until the waiter handed her a flute.

Maria made even more of a show reaching for her glass. She tilted her head backward, exposing her breasts in their entirety.

"Wait," she commanded. "Pour some right here," she added, pointing to her cleavage.

"Excuse me?" the waiter asked.

"Pour some champagne right here, between my tits. She wants to lick it off."

The waiter looked at me.

"Why are you looking at me?" I asked. "Just do as she says."

The waiter reached for the champagne bottle. He approached the tub, leaned over, and poured a few ounces on Maria's jutting breasts.

"Lick it, honey," she said to Veronica.

Veronica turned in the tub and straddled Maria's legs. She raised her ass in the air, exposing her butt cheeks and pussy to the waiter. She bent her head over Maria's chest and slowly licked the lingering champagne from her cleavage. She licked all over Maria's breasts, stopping to suck on her erect nipples.

The waiter stood and stared for nearly a minute. He looked at me, and then once again at the women.

"That'll be all," I told him "I'll take it from here."

He set the champagne bottle in the ice bucket and handed me the check. I added a tip and signed, and then handed the check back to him. He turned and left in a hurry.

"You two are evil," I said.

"You have no idea," Maria responded. "Are you going to join us?"

"It looks a little crowded. I think I'll take a quick shower."

I turned on the shower, stepped inside, and washed the remnants of sex from my body. I turned off the water and stepped out, but the women were still in the tub.

"Are you two getting out?" I asked. "How dirty can you be?"

"We're filthy," Veronica answered.

"We're plotting your downfall," Maria added. "Now go away, so we can finish."

I dried off and then lay on the bed. I heard more splashing and then some moaning, which I attributed to Veronica. Those two are quite a pair. How could this have been going on for so long without me knowing?

I must have dozed off for a while. When I regained my senses the women were out of the tub and had already dried off. I could hear them in the bathroom, doing their hair and make up. I checked my watch and saw that it was already six o'clock. Too early for dinner. Happy hour, maybe?

Fifteen minutes later they returned to the bedroom wearing hotel bathrobes.

"Are you rested?" Maria asked.

"I'm ok," I answered cautiously.

"Good," she said. "Vero and I are going to give you a little treat. Then you're taking us out for drinks, dinner and dancing. Think you can you handle that?"

"Can I handle the two of you? No problem."

"We'll see about that," Veronica chimed.

The girls dropped their robes and approached the bed. I felt an immediate surge of blood to my cock as I watched the two voluptuous Latinas walk toward me. Veronica, the taller of the two, extended her legs in an exaggerated gait that emphasized her full five foot-nine inch frame. Maria--five inches shorter, but with bigger tits and a wider ass--wiggled her hips and shook her breasts as she walked toward me. My cock stiffened as they came closer.

"Baby," Maria cooed.

"Sweetheart," Veronica added. "Have you ever had your cock sucked by two really horny women at the same time?"

"No," I answered. "Not yet."

"Get ready," Maria teased. "Vero and I are going to suck the juice out of your balls."

"We're going to drain every drop from you," Veronica added.

"Then we're going to do it again and again and again," Maria cooed.

"Would you like that?" Veronica asked.

"I wouldn't say no to that offer," I replied.

"Toss me some pillows," Maria said.

I threw all the pillows on the floor, and then sat on the edge of the bed with my legs opened. My erection stood straight up, throbbing and ready for more fun. I don't think I had ever been hornier without some physical contact.

The girls arranged the pillows and then knelt in front of me. Maria rubbed her heavy tits across my left thigh, and a second later Veronica did the same on my right. Reaching for my cock, Veronica licked up one side of the shaft while Maria licked the other side. When the girls reached the head they closed their lips around it, trapping it between their warring tongues. Maria apparently won--her mouth closed around the head and descended down the length of my shaft. She took it to the back of her throat several times, and then released it. Veronica took over, displaying her own exquisite deep throat techniques.

Maria moved behind Veronica, leaned forward, and rubbed her chest all over Veronica's back. She reached around Veronica's torso, cupping her breasts and then pinching her nipples. Veronica gasped, but she continued bobbing her head up and down, sliding her lips and tongue along the length of my shaft. My cock stood straight up, every nerve on fire, throbbing between her bulging cheeks. I would have shot my load already if I had not cum an hour earlier. Instead, my pleasure ascended, slowly climbing to unimaginable heights.

Maria resumed her place next to Veronica, and then reached between my legs and squeezed my balls. She nudged Veronica out of the way and then resumed sucking my cock. I immediately noted the difference in technique: Veronica was gentler and more loving, whereas Maria was more attuned to my preferences--her movements brought me closer to orgasm, and much quicker.

"Get up on the bed," Maria said, removing her mouth from my cock. "Scoot."

I found the center of the bed and laid back. Perfect--I'm finally going to realize my ultimate fantasy: one sexy BBW riding my cock, and another sexy BBW riding my face. I just hope I last long enough to enjoy it.

"The other way," Maria commanded.

I turned my head to the foot of the bed.

"No," she said, "roll over."

I rolled over onto my stomach.

"Now get up on your hands and knees."

I was thoroughly confused. Well, so much for my fantasy. What is she doing now? This could be bad. Very bad.

"What are you going to do, spank me?" I asked.

"Do you want us to spank you?" Veronica giggled. "You've probably got it coming."

"Only if I get to spank your fat asses when you're through," I answered.

"I've got a better idea," Maria said. "Vero, crawl underneath him and continue sucking his dick. Be ready; he's about to shoot the biggest load of his life."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"You'll see. Swing her legs around, so that you two are in a sixty-nine. Lick her while she's sucking you."

"Why didn't you just say 'get in the sixty-nine position?'" I asked.

"Are you complaining?" Maria asked. "We can get dressed right now, you know. I'm making this up as we go along."

"Alright, no problem," I answered. "We'll do it your way."

I crawled on top of Veronica, spread her thighs apart, and licked her slit. She grabbed my dick, directed it to her mouth, and swallowed the head. I held my breath and buried my face in her cunt, licking and sucking like a madman. Veronica put her hands on my butt cheeks and pushed my ass downward, driving my shaft to the back of her throat. I thought I heard her gag, but she continued sucking and swallowing.

I forgot about Maria, but a minute later I felt another set of hands on my butt. My cheeks were spread open, and then I felt a warm, moist, tickling sensation on my asshole. Oh my god! She's tonguing my ass! My cock throbbed. It seemed to swell and stiffen. I had never felt anything so exquisite in my entire life. Veronica was sucking my cock while Maria was licking my ass. I was in heaven.

This sensation continued for another ten minutes. I forgot all about licking Veronica's pussy--I was mesmerized by the sensations the women were giving me. I seemed to be floating on a continuous wave of pleasure. I was oblivious to the world around me. The room could have been on fire and I wouldn't have moved. My body ceased to exist. I was merely one continuous nerve ending that these two lovely women were stimulating like electric current through a bare wire. I was in heaven.

And then it was over. Maria backed her face away from my ass and lay down on the bed.

"My turn," she said. "Fuck me."

I disengaged from Veronica, helped Maria move to the center of the bed, and knelt between her legs. I pushed her thighs toward her chest and rubbed my cock against her slit. She was already wet.

"Don't tease me," she pleaded. "Fuck me--now."

I placed the tip against her moist entrance and pushed. My cock slid in easily. I hooked my arms under her thighs, lifting her pussy higher into my groin, and pushing my cock deeper into her cunt.

"That's it, baby," she cooed. "Give it to me."

Veronica crawled onto the bed, next to Maria. She lowered her mouth to Maria's lips and hungrily kissed her. I freed one hand and slipped a finger into Veronica's pussy. Both women moaned into each other's arms as I fucked one and fingered the other.

Maria broke her kiss with Veronica, and then pushed the younger woman's mouth to her breasts. Veronica chewed a nipple while rocking against my hand.

The electric sensation of two women orally pleasuring me was now eclipsed by the visual excitement of all three of us joined in loving coitus. I thrust my cock in and out of Maria's velvety pussy while I fingered Veronica, who was busy sucking Maria's extended, swollen nipples. It was difficult to ascertain where one body ended and the next began. All three of us were stimulating each other in an erotic tangle of flesh. I didn't know how long I could last, but I knew it couldn't be much longer.

"Put it in my ass," Maria growled. "Fuck my ass."

I withdrew my cock from Maria's pussy, pulled my finger from Veronica, and pushed the head of my cock an inch lower so that it was pressed against Maria's anus.

"Go ahead, fuck my ass," she said.

I pushed forward. The head stretched her sphincter. I continued pushing until it popped through.

"Come on, fuck my ass."

I pulled back a little, and then pushed forward. The entire shaft slid into her ass.

"Go ahead, give it to me. Don't get all considerate with me now. The two of you have been fucking me in the ass for months," Maria said between clenched teeth. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

"What are you...?" I started to ask.

"I know the two of you have been fucking behind my back," Maria answered.

Veronica froze. Maria grabbed a handful of her hair and picked her head up off her breast.

"Haven't you?" she demanded.

Veronica didn't say anything, but tears once again streamed down her face.

"Baby," I implored.

"Baby what? Go ahead. There's nothing I enjoy more than getting fucked in the ass by the two people who mean the most to me."

"Maria."

"Yes--I'm listening. And don't slow down. I want to feel your cum running out of my asshole when you're done."

"Listen."

"Are you going to deny it? Don't waste your time. The pretty one isn't as good of a liar as you are. She's already confirmed my suspicion."




The BBW Chronicles Ch. 06



"I'm sorry," Veronica sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"See? I knew she would break first. I could have had her confess everything when we were alone, and then let you deny it once we were together. That would have been fun."

"So what now?" I asked.

"You fuck me in the ass until I cum."

"I'm so sorry, mi hermana," Veronica cried. "I..."

"You know how I knew?" Maria asked. "It was right after your birthday. I smelled the perfume I gave you in my bed. I couldn't believe it. At first I refused to believe it. But then I found a hair in my shower. It was too long to be mine. At that moment, I knew."

"Maria, its not her fault," I said.

"Of course not," she responded. "I never said it was."

"I don't know what to say," I added.

"Don't you dare get soft," Maria said. "You need to fuck me right now, and you need to do it better than you've ever fucked anyone in your entire life."

I was speechless.

"Fuck me. Hard."

I was on the verge of losing my erection. The only way to stay hard was to begin moving. Maria's request came at precisely the right moment. I pushed in and then withdrew. I repeated the process several times, until the steel returned to my rod.

"Harder. Deeper."

I pulled back and pushed forward with more force.

"Lick my clit," Maria said to Veronica.

Maria nudged Veronica's head toward her crotch. Veronica--still sobbing--was too emotionally drained to resist or to even speak. She lowered her face to Maria's slippery clit and started licking.

"I've dreamt about this so many times," Maria panted. "Your cock in my ass, and her tongue on my clit. This is my ultimate fantasy. You don't know how many times I've cum while thinking about this."

The change in Maria's tone was like an aphrodisiac to me. I had been closing to cumming twice already, and both times I was denied. Not this time. I thrust in and out of her asshole, harder and harder each time.

"That's it. That's it. Fill me. Fill my ass."

Veronica licked Maria's clit while I thrust in and out of Maria's ass. She grunted and moaned. Tears streamed down her face as Veronica's practiced tongue licked her from one peak to the next.

"Suck it! Suck it! Suck my clit!"

I was fucking her ass harder than I ever had before. Maria's body was shaking and quivering all over the bed as she raced to her next orgasm.

"Fuck it! Fuck my ass!"

"Take it!" I yelled.

I slammed into her, driving my cock as deep as it would go.

"I'm.....cumming! Cum.....ming!"

My balls tightened. I knew my climax was near.

"Come with me!"

I pushed my cock into her asshole until my balls were resting on her butt cheeks. My brain exploded as a jet of cum rocketed up the shaft and shot into her ass.

"Mmmmmmm!" Veronica moaned. Maria had been fingering Veronica's pussy while she licked Maria's clit.

Three more jets of cum blasted out of my cock, filling Maria's ass. Then I collapsed on the bed.

The three of us formed a quivering mass of sweaty flesh. We all struggled to catch our breath. No words were spoken. No one moved.

Twenty minutes later, I was the first to stir. Veronica sat up and looked at me. Our eyes expressed a combination of longing and regret. Neither of us said anything.

Maria sat up a few seconds afterward.

"We need to talk," she said.

"Go ahead," I replied. I dreaded this conversation, but I was sufficiently relaxed that I didn't tremble.

"I'm not angry with the two of you--not anymore. I was angry. I was very hurt. But I've had time to think this whole thing over, and I've come to some conclusions.

"Number one, I'm just as guilty as you are. Veronica and I have been making love behind your back for over three years. I didn't think of it as cheating, but I was doing the same as you--right down to the same partner. So, I can't be mad about that--not anymore, at least.

"Number two, you are the two people I love most in the whole world. I've said that many times this afternoon, and that's because I mean it. I understand why you were with her, and I know more than anyone why she's attracted to you. I feel the same way as both of you do.

"Number three, I realize, Veronica, that I talked so much about what a great lover Miguel is and how much he loves to be with curvy women like us, that you had to be curious, at least. It wasn't fair of me to tell you every time we made love how good it was and how many times he made me cum. I was insensitive, and kind of stupid. I should have expected all that talk to make you interested.

"Number four, I know that I can't live without either of you in my life. So, I couldn't allow myself to stay angry with either of you because feeling that way was making me miserable. I want to be happy, and I need both of you to be happy for that to happen."

"So, where does that leave us?" I asked.

"It leaves us with a mess," Maria answered.

"A mess we have all weekend to figure out," Veronica added.

"That's why we are all here together," Maria said. "We have the weekend to eat, drink, make love, and figure out how the three of us are going to go forward."

"Agreed," I said.

"From now on, there can be no more secrets," Maria said. "Everything is going to be out in the open."

"Absolutely," Veronica responded.

At that moment, I knew my life had changed. I didn't know how our new arrangement would work, but I realized my days of fucking every lonely BBW in town were over. For the sake of my marriage, I accepted the change. I decided to take it one step further: I embraced the change. No longer sneaking around or worrying about getting caught would free my mind for more important tasks, like satisfying the two most important women in my life.

"Who's hungry?" I asked.

"For food or sex?" Maria countered.

* * * *

This new accommodation meant that I could no longer see Pam or Marisol. I discussed this with Veronica while Maria was in the shower. She offered to speak with both women, but I insisted that I should talk to Pam. I would have talked to Marisol, also, but I worried that the language barrier could create a misunderstanding and leave her with the wrong idea. She had to understand that I was committed to my wife, and not believe that I was rejecting her.

Pam took things a little harder, but she understood. Her marriage was shit, but she didn't want to be responsible for taking mine down along with hers. I urged her to find another lover. She was opposed to the idea, at first, but I think she'll eventually come around. I may even know of a certain waiter who could be interested.

Veronica and I no longer see each other at lunchtime. Instead, she occasionally joins Maria and I at noon. Once a month we send the kids to my sister's house and the three of us spend the entire weekend together. Life has never been better. I just hope it stays this way, for a while.