0 comments/ 28595 views/ 0 favorites BBW Love Ch. 01 By: Xesevoli I'm a large woman and proud of it. I'm not four hundred pounds or eight foot tall, but I average about one eighty and about five foot nine. I have an hour glass figure, a big hour glass. I'm not beautiful, although I've been told that I am. I have large eyes and large lips. My breasts aren't huge at a forty 'C', but they verge on a 'D' when I'm a bit puffy every month. I'd often wondered about what I look and sound like to other people, and so a few months back I saved and bought a camcorder which I've put to use. The camera is a nice one and allows me to output frames to my computer for storage. I've filmed myself in everyday clothes, dress ups, lingerie, and finally nude. I have front poses, rear poses, reclining poses, sleeping poses, walking and running poses. I have shower and bath pics and I have pics where I'm fondling myself in every way possible. I have extreme close-ups. I know what I look like. I have never sent erotic or nude pics to anyone on the net unless I'm truly attracted and have already met them. Even then I'm careful what I send. I could lose a few pounds, sure, but I like the way I am. My breasts are ample and sensitive. My ass is large enough and somewhat heart shaped. My tummy is firm, but appears soft and only slightly rounded. My hips are broad, but not overly so. I am not short waisted although my legs are long enough to reach around nearly any man. My puss is smooth shaven and smooth with my body when the lips are not puffy or swollen. I can wear a bikini and have had guys whistle, but I've also had guys gag. Screw the gaggers. I dress well, but I'm not extreme. I can wear a form fitting blouse fully buttoned, or show a lot of cleavage, and the guys still are attracted to me. I like skirts and slacks that hug my ass and yet provide ample room below to move freely. I hate underwires, but love the soft see-through mesh bras. I hate thongs, but love bikini panties. I like sincere men, and I like intelligent men. I'm not a virgin and I've had my share of fun when I was younger. But with my thirtieth birthday behind me, I know what I'm looking for in a man. I've seen and met many men. I'm not a stranger to the Net either and I know what a man looks like. I know that many men think their package makes them extra special and they like to send pictures of it to every woman they write, but I'm not interested in that type of man. I'm not saying that some are not appealing, but extreme length or girth is not what I'm looking for. Also, I've noticed that most men with large cocks have small balls and that doesn't appeal to me at all. I've been with men that were cut and men that were uncut, and I can definitely say that I prefer the cut version. In my opinion, cut cocks are cleaner generally and usually do not smell funny. I also want a man ample enough to satisfy me, but not so long that I feel inadequate. I want a man that has balls that hang away from his body to accent what else he has. I've sucked a man's cock and refused to suck others. If a man doesn't appear and smell clean, I want no part of him, even if it takes a first date to find out. However, if a man is smart, attentive to his appearance and to me, has manners and a nice package then I might love to suck his cock. I also, love to watch a man with all of these features masturbate for me. I like to tease him, talk sweet to him and watch him while he watches me. I might do a slow strip or rip off my clothes to entice him. I also, may interfere and finish the job for myself. If I finish him, I don't hesitate to swallow. I've tasted a man's cum, and I've tasted my own. I like them both, but noticed that what a person eats has an impact on the flavor. If I suck a man, he'd better be willing to eat me. I have a vibrator, and I've used it, but generally I refrain as much as I can from bringing it out. I've never met a man that can buzz at nineteen hundred times a minute and I want the opportunity to feel a man and what he does and can do for me. I want to appreciate him for what he is and does, not become enamoured of some human engineered piece of crap. I also don't want to get the habit of using something that is larger and longer than my man when I find him. I have a lot to offer a good man besides looks, size, or sexual interests (and my interest in sex is ravaging at times). I'm smart and a hard worker, but mostly I'm affectionate and dedicated. When I find him, I intend to be a one man woman, and he'd better be a one woman man. Monogamy is very high on my requirements list. I'd been planning this for weeks. It was Friday night of a three day weekend and you'd soon be here. I'd shopped and had all of your favorite snacks and the stuff I needed for your favorite meals. I'd bought a new bed set of really soft sheets and pillow covers and even bought body pillows, three of them, and two new regular pillows that are king sized. I'd cleaned my place top to bottom, bought some new CD's and a couple of new Videos, and I'd gotten three new porno flicks in case you wanted them. I had some special foods to try in a slight fetish, and three new outfits for bed and lounging. I'd found some small treats in edible scented oils, body lotions, and some small toys. My final treat was from a 'pop-up' I got on the Net -- 6 blue Viagra pills. We don't have a problem with sex or your erections, but I've heard marvelous things from my friends about those little blue pills. Now I was going for my shower; I'd already laid out what I wanted to wear and your robe was in the closet where I always kept it. You thought you were coming for the evening, and probably thought you'd work the weekend like always. In the shower, I waxed my legs and my pussy then used a mildly scented beauty bar and a sweet smelling body lotion. I had four king sized bath towels for our use but I used my regular towel to dry myself this time. While I was in the shower I'd caressed my body all over. I used the pulsing shower head on my pussy to stimulate it the way I wanted it for when you got here. I wanted a long slow tease. I put on my favorite 'push-up and serve them for dinner' bra and my transparent low cut, extremely low cut, thong (the one you love and I hate) and then slid on my new buttoned-front housedress. That housedress had taken me a month to find and cost me fifty dollars. It fit perfectly, had widely spaced buttons for a view, no buttons above the bottom of my breasts, and it ended only slightly below my bottom. It was light material and had a bright sunflower and bluebird pattern. It was homey, sexy and very slightly transparent. I began fixing dinner. But first, I'd set the table and put out the candles. It was late in the year and the days were getting shorter. It would be almost dark when you arrived in less than an hour. I washed three large potatoes for microwaving, put three large marinated steaks in a frying pan, added frozen succotash and water to a saucepan, and tossed a green salad. I then opened a large can of Campbell's Chunky and poured it into two soup dishes and placed them in the microwave. Next, I removed the bottle of a mild dinner wine that I'd been cooling in the refrigerator; put it in ice and on the table. I had a Chocolate Silk pie in the freezer that we liked to eat when nearly frozen, I planned to take it out and put it on a platter when I started the steaks. I was ready and thought I had about fifteen minutes to rest when you came in the door. You'd parked your car in the usual place on the street where nosey neighbors wouldn't ask questions. We live alone, separately, and have been seeing each other with occasional one niters for about three months. You are tall at a few inches above six feet, have a satisfying build and always have a warm smile and a jovial personality. These are the things I love about you. Of course you also have a continually demanding sex drive that doesn't detract from the package. Speaking of packages, yours is the greatest and always leaves me breathless when I see it. You kissed me as if you hadn't seen me in a year and I thought that this was going to be perfect. I could smell your fragile but unique identity. You lifted me, spun me around and studied me. You told me how tantalizing I looked. Apparently satisfied, you put your coat and case in the closet and asked what was for dinner. Disappointed, I turned and started back to the kitchen when you grabbed me around the waist and nuzzled my neck. You kissed my neck again and again and whispered that you meant I was to be your dinner. Your hands were all over me, caressing my breasts from behind and then slowly descending to rise again under the hem and find my thong. I felt their eagerness and latent urgency. You asked what I was wearing, and then dropped to your knees and spun me around. Your arms went around my hips and you pulled me hard toward you. I felt your face nuzzle me and I felt your warmth all the way to my clit. You unbuttoned my frail dress and I felt your lips kiss my bare thighs. A moment before I'd felt your hands so near my breasts that I wanted you to hold them. Your face was against me and I could hear you inhale deeply as your lips pressed against me. I protested that I'd just gotten dressed when you smiled up and without looking reached and pulled aside the front of my thong. Quickly you burrowed your mouth against my softness and I could feel your kisses and then your tongue. You breathlessly announced how sweet I tasted. I tried to back up but you still had one powerful arm around my hips. I couldn't help myself, this was exactly what I'd needed and without a thought my leg came up and over your shoulder exposing my hungry pussy. As you ran your tongue over me and down between my lips, my leg tightened over your shoulder and pulled you closer. I moved my hands to your hair and ran my fingers through it feeling the coarse fullness of it as I pulled your head to me. I shivered, my hips spasmed, and I nearly fell backwards before I caught myself and managed to stay upright. You slowly crawled on your knees and pushed me back up against the living room wall where I had support to keep from falling and then a wave of ecstasy swept me into its mall. I bent forward with my hands on your back and then reached around your waist as my hips began a life and motion of their own that I hadn't known they possessed. I heard you moaning and the sounds of your small kisses. I felt them as you worked. You worked on me for what must have been more than thirty minutes and I was totally lost in passion. I could taste the sweetness of you still in my mouth, and the feelings you had aroused were consuming me. I was yours to do with as you would. When I finally regained my senses you were carrying me in your arms and toward the bed. I'm always amazed how you can even lift me, let alone carry me. I moved my arms around your neck and pulled myself forward to kiss you as you placed me gently on those soft, smooth, cool sheets. You slowly undressed me and ran your finger tips lightly over each part of my body as you exposed it. Now, I remember you slowly removing my arms from the dress and spreading it fully opened under me on the bed. I remember you opening the front clasp on my bra and folding it carefully away from my breasts. I also remember you crawling between my legs and lifting them over your shoulders again as you reached down and slid the thong from my hips and then had to back off to fully remove it. Then I remember how you slowly removed your clothes in a sort of slow male striptease that had my tongue hanging loosely at the corner of my mouth. I watched in fascination as you removed your briefs and I saw your erection again. I feasted my eyes and reached out for you. You came into my arms and our completely nude bodies finally come into full contact. I felt my breasts against your heaving chest and the warmth of your firm, warm abdominals pressed urgently against me. I felt your cock press demandingly against me and then I willingly spread my thighs to allow it a place to rest. I remember reaching down and holding you and the thrill it gave me to feel its strength and need of me. I remember it long, hard and alive in my hand. I remember your fingers and hands traveling to my breasts and my nipples hardening under your touch. I remember the feeling as you squeezed my breasts, kneading and fondling them and raising them to your mouth. I remember your warm, wet mouth and your wickedly demanding tongue. I remember kissing you and tasting myself on your lips and in your mouth. Your kiss was sweet but sweetened even more by my need of you. You slowly traveled and warmed me as you brought your cock to what felt to me like the center of my being. I remember your slow parting of my lips as you teased and partially entered me. I remember that tease as you slowly rubbed the head back and forth and around my clit. I remember feeling the surge of a mini erection in my clit and then the further parting of my lips as you began to enter and I felt the caress of your cock as it slowly extended itself and then your hips began to rotate and I could feel the pressure of it traveling around me again and again. It was like a miniature vertigo as if I were falling as it swirled within me. The vertigo seemed to increase as you descended further into my depths. I remember the feeling as you bottomed and began delivering the steady pile-driver thrusting and then the impulse that I felt to follow and counter each move of your body. I remember the tempo building and the rhythm changing as you continued to make love to me. I remember our bodies colliding again and again and the steadily increasing moisture from our bodies caused by the heat of our passion. I remember the sound of your body slapping my own, and the steady moaning and coarse breathing you exhibited as you mounted higher and higher. I remember feeling you go wild and then stiffen as you climaxed and drove your warm sweet juices deep into my body. Your warmth was like a river filling a small opening and then running on downhill, fully unchecked and unrestricted. I was both warm and filled. I remember my response as I, too, climaxed again and again and I milked every drop from your body. My mouth tasted sweeter than it had in days. I remember the taste of you as your tongue stiffened and I tightened my lips around it and my tongue circled it. I remember the urgency of our breathing and the soft, gentle moans that we each released. I can still feel my arms and legs wrapped securely around you for minutes after, and I can still remember the sweet disappointment as your cock softened and withdrew leaving me feeling satisfied but now empty. Spent as you were from this adventure, you rolled off me and then moved close. You placed one arm over me and turned me to face you. My breasts were compressed against your firm chest and you kissed me and thanked me. Your arm dropped to my ass and you pulled me closer until I could feel your warmth against the full length of my body. We lay that way for a short time until your slow breathing told me that you were asleep. I waited a few extra minutes, luxuriating in your warm and nearness, before slowly easing your arm over me and leaving the bed. I walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself. I dressed again, but this time only in my housedress, and I went to the kitchen. I was not planning to sleep away this weekend and so I started dinner. While the soup was heating, I lit the candles on the table and turned out the light, the room was just right. When the microwave alarmed me, I went in to wake you. You were laying just as I'd left you and I walked around to sit on the edge of the bed. I noticed a slight return of life to your cock and went to the bathroom and returned with a warm cloth and towel. As I reached and took you in my hands, you awoke and your cock seemed to jump toward me. I've had several serious boyfriends over the years, but in comparison I'm always amazed at how quickly you seem to recover. I loved it when you told me that it was only what I do for you that makes you always so willing and ready. I wanted it to be true. I teased you a little as I cleaned and dried you, and then took you in my hands and enjoyed for a moment the strength and softness of it. I looked at its boldness and studied its appearance before I leaned forward and kissed it. My kiss caused it to jump again and I felt the need to take it in my mouth and caress it with my tongue. But, I'd let that need tease me sweetly for a bit longer as I remembered dinner and urged you out of bed and into your robe. I hurried back to the kitchen, removed the soup and put the potatoes into the microwave, and then started the steaks. I put the pie on a plate to warm. While everything was cooking, I carried the soup to the table. You were standing at my chair and as I put the soup down, you took me in your arms and kissed me again. I felt your fingers on the buttons of my dress, again, and when they were undone; I felt your body against mine and for the first time noticed that you hadn't tied your opened robe. Again, I felt your erection against me and your body moving and rubbing me, and I almost climaxed again. However, I managed to push you away and moved to my chair. You held my chair and seated me while laughing at my fluster. When you'd finally taken your seat, you paused for a moment and said Grace over the meal. Another fine thing, I thought, from a fine man. As we ate and I was nearly finished, I felt your foot come up and force my thighs apart and your toes begin to play. You were always having fun with me, but I excused myself, picked up the soup dishes and returned with the salad. I've never known whether soup or salad should be served first, when both are served. But I've always felt that the warmth of the soup, followed by the coolness of a salad and then the warmth, again, of a meal provide the most interesting variety. You opened the wine and filled our glasses. The toe play continued through the salad, but this time they were my toes. I even managed to capture your cock between my two largest toes and stroke you to distraction from eating. We talked about simple things, and this weekend, and how you still thought you would work tomorrow. My own secret plans were for a nice fulfilling weekend of sex and togetherness. The rest of the meal was great, but when I brought the pie you wanted to adjourn and eat it in bed. You carried me again, all hundred and eighty carrying two pie plates, into the bed. When I was down, you took the pie and placed both dishes on the night stand. Then you took your pillow and placed it under my hips to raise them. With me in that position you walked to the foot of the bed, put your knees on it and crawled toward me. As your head came to my thighs you reached down, spread them wide, and then placed your face on my tummy. You kissed and licked my tummy before beginning the long teasing journey down to my pussy. Meanwhile your hands were above your head and fondling my breasts and nipples. It felt as if an electrical connection had been made between each nipple and my clit. When your lips finally met my own, you began the long process of tongue torture that always brought me to the edge of the chasm. It was that sweet, suffering wait for my climax. You always sustained me there for what seemed an eternity each time, but you usually allowed me to peak after about an hour of quivering and begging for the end. I heard only silence as your tongue first traced the outline and then the center between my lips. Finally, you began the arduous task of separating them and that feeling of pleasure I get from your tongue against them both in that moment before they're parted. I felt your tongue, almost synchronized with your fingers on my nipples and the soft moving pressure of your hands on my breasts. I felt the soft coarseness of your tongue on the inner wall of each lip as it moved around, and around, and around before finding my clit and circling it. BBW Love Ch. 01 You have an exquisite tongue with the ability to partially wrap it around my clit while suckling it. You began that journey, slowly, by lapping and circling it until I thought it would burst from the pressure inside. Then you flicked it with your tongue, and the heightened sensitivity was almost like an electrical shock through me. It hurt, but it felt so good that I wanted nothing but for you to continue, and you did. Now you began the suckling and the soft rubbing with the flat of your tongue, and I tasted a sweetening in my mouth as I approached climax. Suddenly, you pinched my nipples and I was cast into the chasm as I erupted in pleasure and drenched your tongue in my juice. You took it in stride and I could tell that you were enjoying yourself as I moaned on. Four more times you brought me over that chasm and each time chuckled as I climaxed. When I was nearing my sixth orgasm in our second round of lovemaking, you suddenly stopped and moved downward still further. You have an amazing tongue, as I've said before, but another of its features is its incredible length. From your new position, you brought both hands down and spread my lips, allowing your face to bury itself deeply within and between my lips. Your tongue snaked out and I felt that familiar stroke as it found my g-spot and began another tease. You cannot reach my spot when kneeling on the floor, but you always seem able to reach it from this position. My hips were against the pillows as you forced yourself further and deeper. The coarseness of your tongue was like mild sandpaper as the flat of it scrubbed and stroked that tender spot. I could feel my body reacting in undeniable ecstasy, and my hips began to raise and fall and rise again as I tried to feed you with my full being. Your fingers were holding me apart, massaging and moving my lips as your tongue sought its own destiny. The pleasure was intense and I felt myself rising again to that plateau and found myself grabbing for a handhold that wasn't there as I plunged and my body erupted. A flood of passion ensued that was both figurative and real. I felt myself release and knew that the amount would surely drown you and yet I only managed to reach your hair and pull your head hard into me. I felt you drink and swallow and then retract and gasp for air as you dove in again. My body was writhing in ecstasy and my hips seemed to convulse as they were driven again and again into your face. After what seemed an out of body experience, I returned and found myself reaching to pull you away and we were each gasping for a breath. I helped you to come forward and roll to my side and we were both on our backs trying to catch our breath. When finally I was able to breathe normally, I was tired and wanted to sleep, but I also wanted to satisfy you, make you cum, watch you cum and truly pleasure you in return. I glanced down and was pleasingly rewarded when I saw you still quite erect as your chest slowed its violent heaving. I rolled to my side facing you and reached and circled your cock with one hand. I pulled lightly on it and could feel it stiffen. I thanked you, stretched up to kiss you on the lips and started stroking you. Our tongues busied themselves and our lips rolled together as I felt you begin to help my roving hand, although your arms were around me. I increased the length of my stroke, and then stopped and fondled the head of your cock. I'm always amazed at how nice it feels in my fingers and my palm. I began a slow, soft trip of exploration around it and teased that little sensitive spot below and behind it. I sensed from the urgency of your kiss that you were enjoying it, and the throbbing of that blue vessel that runs along the outside was like a trigger to my actions. I couldn't reach you with my other hand, so I sat up and then settled across your hips with both hands on it and playing. I watched it grow and move, and I felt you contract the muscles that control it and felt your abdominal muscles tighten again and again. I'd gotten hotter myself as I played and watched. You have a beautiful cock and soon I wanted to taste it again. It had been more than a week, but the moment my tongue tasted it, I was at home again. I love to run my tongue around and over it and to stimulate it. I licked the tip and found the soft sweetness of you where you must have become aroused while giving me satisfaction. It had dried but still smelled and tasted of you with a tinge of me still mingled into the mixture from out first venture earlier. I probed that tiny opening at the tip and then circled the ridge around your head and scrubbed the head proper with the flat of my tongue. I was rewarded again with a stiffening of your body and a small voiced thank you and soft moaning. Your hand went to my hair, and you wrapped my hair loosely around it and then proceeded to guide me in my endeavors. I felt you pull my head down and knew that you wanted me to take you fully between my lips and I did. I began to enjoy the feel of your head in my mouth and the softness of it on my tongue as I sucked it slightly. Your hips thrust suddenly upwards and I felt your cock deep in my mouth as you began to stroke and softly fuck it. It felt good to know that I was pleasing you and so I increased my efforts. Again and again I drove my head down and then raised it in time with the motion of your hips. Your needs became more urgent and your motions more violent and spontaneous. Your hand in my hair pulled me down hard and I felt your cock enter deep into my throat, expanding the muscles there and almost causing me to gag before you withdrew. Again and again you repeated this and so I increased and maintained suction on you while attempting to tease you with my tongue. At last I felt you stiffen again, and your cock seemed to quiver as you drove it deeper than before. My throat and willpower managed me to tolerate this penetration as I felt your discharge begin. I felt the heat of your juice shoot forth into my throat causing me to swallow, but the quantity made me fight to pull my head back. As you released your hold on my hair and I managed to remove your cock from my throat, you surged again and filled my mouth and I swallowed again and again. My hands went down to lightly massage your testicles, your balls, and you seemed to cum again and again as my mouth did its work and I felt the warmth of your discharge all the way to my tummy. I could hear you breathing and calling my name again and again. I felt good about my work. This time I got up, placed the two plates of partially melted pie into the kitchen freezer, returned and curled up against you and we slept. I woke about four that morning and watched you sleeping for awhile. Your arm was over me and you slept innocently with what appeared to be a small grin. I lightly fingered your cock and was fascinated that it still responded in your sleep. I began to think about our evening and then thought of those little blue pills. I'd been told, by my girlfriends at work, that Viagra worked for both women and men and I wanted to try it, to explore. I slowly raised your arm, crawled out from under it and then walked softly to the kitchen. I was hungry and ate my piece of pie and drank a nice cool glass of milk. I took one of the pills and cut it into two pieces. I swallowed one piece of the pill with the last of my milk. Now, I filled the sink with warm water, dish soap, and the dishes that we'd used. I washed all of the dishes, and started drying them when I felt that little pill begin its work. . When I'd finally finished those dishes, I was as horny as I've ever been, maybe more so. By the time I got to the bedroom, I was even hornier. I managed to roll you onto your back and ran my tongue over your cock and then took you into my mouth, and moistened you for what I was going to do next. You were rigid when I climbed on top and fed you into my pussy. It felt so good, so fantastic, and yet I wanted even more. I started to ride you and ride you and ride you. You woke and started to participate, but I wanted you just as you were. I didn't want you to cum and soften and spoil what I was doing and what I needed so much. Each time I felt you start to respond; I had to stop and wait for you to cool before I could begin again. Each of these pauses seemed an eternity and finally I had to finger myself while I waited. I don't know how many times I came while I was on top of you, but it didn't seem enough. Finally, I don't know how you lasted so long but after almost an hour I let you cum. This time it was like magic and I could almost feel myself as a part of you. I filled up and I was so tired, and yet I still wanted more. I asked you to help me as I crawled off, and you did again and again. I probably scared you, but I wasn't about to tell you yet what I'd done. It seemed like hours before my starved and swollen clit seemed to relax some. My pussy was worn out, and yet I still craved more. But somehow, I managed to control it and finally fell asleep. I think that you, too, were glad that I'd finally slept. When I woke again, it was about eleven that morning and I woke to the extreme sensation of cold on my nipples. The first spoonful aroused me slightly. The second spoonful on my other nipple caused me to snap awake. As I stared glassy eyed I realized that you were eating your chocolate pie. The sensation of the cold and your warm tongue reminded me of the slight amount of what remained in me from that half pill. The feeling on my erect nipples was just what I needed to wake and again arouse me. When you'd finished those first two spoonfuls, I took the plate from your hands and forced you back on the bed. I pulled aside your robe and took you in my hands. When I felt you were fully ready, I put a large spoonful of pie on you and enjoyed the effect the cold with my warm tongue had on you. I'd finished half of your pie that way when you took it back. This time you not only covered my nipples again but you managed to insert a full spoon into my pussy and deposit it. Another teaspoon traced from my breasts to my pussy. It was cold. You began on my right nipple before moving to my left, down my body and then retrieving what you called your pussy piece. I felt and watched every move that I could see of your expert tongue. Those that I couldn't see, I imagined and just felt. You are a wicked, dedicated, talented and loyal lover. When you were finished, you suggested a shower. I ran the water until it was hot and hopped in and lathered my body. A warm cloth helped remove the stickiness and I was nearly finished rinsing when the door slid open. My shower is one of a kind I think. It is ceramic tiled and has an enclosed ledge opposite the shower head that I use for storing things. I've never known what it was put there for, but I'd guessed that it might have something to do with the plumbing itself. Perhaps there is some kind of a central distribution piping under the tile, anyway you entered the shower and put your towel on that ledge. I was completely engrossed in your body as I saw the dark hair on your head, your chest and around your alert cock. I saw the power in your form, your arms and thighs, and your smile. I'll remember that picture always. Then you turned your attention to me and began lathering me all over again. Your hands felt so good and the texture of that warm cloth was exciting as you rubbed every inch of my skin. My hair is short enough that I wash it everyday, and after you'd lathered my back your hands came up and started washing my hair. Half way through that wash you paused, soap was in my eyes and I couldn't see you, but I tasted and thrilled to your kiss. Because I could not see you, or anticipate what you were going to do; the kiss was even more erotic than our previous kisses. I started to put my arms around you, but you held them at my sides for a moment and then began running your bare hands over my body in the softest and most sensual way that I've experienced. I almost climaxed from that experience alone, but you continued and moved your hands between the cheeks of my ass and massaged me there. I've never allowed anal sex with anyone, and felt that it was slightly degrading to a woman, but there was pleasure with you in this, as I responded by moving closer to you. You paused and I heard the hand held shower head removed from its hook and felt a gentle pulsing spray applied to my head, my hair and my face. As I opened my eyes, you played the water over the remainder of my body and used the cloth to insure the lather was completely removed. As I turned, you directed that spray on one of my nipples and the sensation was far more appealing than when I've done it myself. I learned that day that showering with you is very exciting. I tried to get the soap and shower head from you to begin washing your body, and one of my hands did manage to grasp your partial arousal before you picked me up and sat me on your towel and that ledge in the shower. Even though the towel got drenched, you spread my thighs and teased me with the water from the shower head. I felt that soft drumming all the way to my toes and up to my nipples and my sore, abused pussy danced back into action. The water's warmth and your soft attentions seemed to polish my interest in continuing our weekend of pleasure. When you handed me the shower head and dropped your face to my breasts, I felt them live again, also. You cupped each breast squeezed them, fondled them, flattened them firmly with your palms, and then used your mouth and tongue to tease them and I managed my first ever climax using breasts alone. When you'd finished and helped me down, I set about returning the pleasure. I washed and massaged you, too. I soaped your hair and face and then kissed you as my hands, too, walked down your back, entered that space between your cheeks and caressed your anus. I circled it, and inserted my finger slightly and felt your body stiffen and quiver. Emboldened by your actions, I chose to insert my finger further. Fortunately, my job requires me to maintain short nails, and they're only long if I apply nail covers. I was wearing no nail covers as I massaged you from the inside. When finally I removed that finger, I felt you relax and heard you moan my name. I moved around and began washing your privates. I soaped your cock and balls, and spent several moments longer than was required for each. I rinsed you and then stroked and fondled you before I asked you to get up on the ledge. You reached behind, backed against the ledge and used your arms to boost yourself into a sitting position. I'd always wondered if a man could get as much satisfaction out of a pulsing spray as a woman does. They do. I found that holding your cock and directing the spray on your head and your sensitive spot and then moving that pulse very close and away, that I could tease you as well as you'd teased me. Before you could climax though, I stopped, kissed it and then turned off the shower. I had my answer and would respond further another day. We stepped out if the shower and under the infrared bathroom heater and then dried each other. Drying you is the best part of any shower. When we were dried, we walked hand in hand to the bed and curled up against each other. I felt your strong body protecting me and your sweet breath in my ear as we drifted off to sleep after a very satisfying evening, night and morning. You woke me again at about six Saturday evening and had ordered dinner delivered. You then suggested that we make this a completely nude weekend, except for answering door bells. I hesitantly agreed and then got out of bed and absent-mindedly reached for my housedress when you reminded me of our agreement. I've walked around my apartment nude before, but I'm not an exhibitionist, and so I'm usually more modest in how I behave. This would be a new experience for me. Whatever else, I'd wanted a fun weekend and this was going to be it. I was self-conscious as I walked to the front room, but I still managed an exaggerated hip sway and elaborate ass wiggle for you. When the doorbell rang I had to remind you to put on your robe and get your wallet, but on the couch I just pulled a comforter up over me. I could see the delivery guy in the doorway and just for fun I managed to expose my bare shoulders. The guy seemed to do a double take and then managed a pleased smile that seemed to energize him as you counted the amount owed. When the door closed, I threw off the cover and ran to help you with the package. I'd never heard of the place you ordered from and you'd ordered enough Italian food for six of us. We spread the food on the coffee table and sat back to eat. The dinner was delicious and my view was terrific. I couldn't help studying you and your body as we ate. When you were nearly through eating and leaned back in the corner of the sofa with one leg along the back of the cushions and the other still on the floor, I moved into that comfortable space with my back to your chest. As I settled back I felt you stiffen further and looked back over my shoulder and smiled. You told me that if I did it again that you might have to get physical. Obviously, I wiggled again. I was almost sitting on your cock and as I wiggled you became even more aroused. Soon, you had to reach down and pull it up through the space between my cheeks and across my own anus. You moved it slowly and even paused for a moment and applied gentle pressure to it, until I said no and you drew it up to a resting position against my back. Now I had that warmth against me and I could even reach around and hold it. I knew it wouldn't be very long before I tasted it again. After eating a huge meal I felt my strength returning and I put the lasagna and pasta with Italian sausage into the refrigerator unopened. When I returned, you were asleep in the same position I'd left you in. I put on one of the porno tapes, turned on the TV and laid down on the sofa. I rested my head on your thigh, turned my face to the screen and watched it from behind your cock with both of my hands wrapped around it. During each scene of the movie, I kissed, fondled and sucked on your thoroughly stiffened cock, but you didn't waken while I became hotter. When the movie ended, I decided that you'd had enough sleep and so I sat up and then backed into position over your cock. You were still slightly reclined in the corner of the sofa and it was easy to guide you into my wet pussy. I glanced over my shoulder and verified that you were still asleep as I began my ride. I used my fingers against my clit and began a slow and deliberate fuck. I wanted you to wake up and know that I was there. Actually, I came several times before I felt you stir and you reached around to replace my fingers with your own and I felt you begin to thrust. I leaned forward slightly until the head of your cock was rubbing my g-spot and I moved opposite your thrusts. You raised one hand and grabbed a breast and then grabbed my nipple between thumb and finger and began to rotate the nipple. One hand on my breast, one hand on my clit, and your cock working hard at my pussy, it wasn't long before I was charging up that hill to another sensual event in my life. Your lips came forward and you kissed my neck and back, then as I turned my head I felt and heard you breathing hard in my ear and then your tongue came out and I exploded. I rode you frantically feeling the warmth of your cock, tasting the sweetness of climax and I watched your toes curl as you too climaxed. Everything around me smelled sweeter as our first day of the weekend came to a close. It was more than I'd dreamed of, and I must have worn you out, but I had been famished for you and your attentions. You are my hero. BBW Love Ch. 02 Part two Intro I'm repeating what I've said in Part One. I'm a large woman and proud of it. I'm not four hundred pounds or eight foot tall, but I average about one eighty and about five foot nine. I have an hour glass figure, a big hour glass. I'm not beautiful, although I've been told that I am. I have large eyes and large lips. My breasts aren't huge at a forty 'C', but they verge on a 'D' when I'm a bit puffy every month. I'd often wondered about what I look and sound like to other people, and so a few months back I saved and bought a camcorder which I've put to use. The camera is a nice one and allows me to output frames to my computer for storage. I've filmed myself in everyday clothes, dress ups, lingerie, and finally nude. I have front poses, rear poses, reclining poses, sleeping poses, walking and running poses. I have shower and bath pics and I have pics where I'm fondling myself in every way possible. I have extreme close-ups. I have never sent erotic or nude pics to anyone on the net unless I'm truly attracted and have already met them. Even then I'm careful what I send. I could lose a few pounds, sure, but I like the way I am. My breasts are ample and sensitive. My ass is large enough and somewhat heart shaped. My tummy is firm, but appears soft and only slightly rounded. My hips are broad, but not overly so. I am not short waisted although my legs are long enough to reach around nearly any man. My puss is smooth shaven and smooth with my body when the lips are not puffy or swollen. I can wear a bikini and have had guys whistle, but I've also had guys gag. Screw the gaggers. I dress well, but I'm not extreme. I can wear a form fitting blouse fully buttoned, or show a lot of cleavage, and the guys still are attracted to me. I like skirts and slacks that hug my ass and yet provide ample room below to move freely. I hate underwires, but love the soft see-through mesh bras. I hate thongs, but love bikini panties. I like sincere men, and I like intelligent men. I'm not a virgin and I've had my share of fun when I was younger. But with my thirtieth birthday behind me, I know what I'm looking for in a man. I've seen and met many men. I'm not a stranger to the Net either and I know what a man looks like. I know that many men think their package makes them extra special and they like to send pictures of it to every woman they write, but I'm not interested in that type of man. I'm not saying that some are not appealing, but extreme length or girth is not what I'm looking for. Also, I've noticed that most men with large cocks have small balls and that doesn't appeal to me at all. I've been with men that were cut and men that were uncut, and I can definitely say that I prefer the cut version. In my opinion, cut cocks are cleaner generally and usually do not smell funny. I also want a man ample enough to satisfy me, but not so long that I feel inadequate. I want a man that has balls that hang away from his body to accent what else he has. I've sucked a man's cock and refused to suck others. If a man doesn't appear and smell clean, I want no part of him, even if it takes a first date to find out. However, if a man is smart, attentive to his appearance and to me, has manners and a nice package then I might love to suck his cock. I also, love to watch a man with all of these features masturbate for me. I like to tease him, talk sweet to him and watch him while he watches me. I might do a slow strip or rip off my clothes to entice him. I also, may interfere and finish the job for myself. If I finish him, I don't hesitate to swallow. I've tasted a man's cum, and I've tasted my own. I like them both, but noticed that what a person eats has an impact on the flavor. If I suck a man, he'd better be willing to eat me. I have a vibrator, and I've used it, but generally I refrain as much as I can from bringing it out. I've never met a man that can buzz at nineteen hundred times a minute and I want to feel a man and what he does and can do for me. I want to appreciate him for what he is and does, not some human engineered piece of crap. I also don't want to get the habit of using something that is larger and longer than my man when I find him. I have a lot to offer a good man besides looks, size, or sexual interests (and my interest in sex is ravaging at times). I'm smart and a hard worker, but mostly I'm affectionate and dedicated. When I find him, I intend to be a one man woman, and he'd better be a one woman man. Monogamy is very high on my requirements list. In Part One, we'd already agreed on a totally nude weekend, except for calls to the door or emergencies. Part Two I woke Sunday morning and we'd slept with a sheet and cover over us. I'd been asking myself if I'm a Nympho or a partial Nympho (is there such a thing?). I'd planned this for weeks, and even now I couldn't get enough of you. I watched your face, sleeping peacefully with your dark hair and a bit of the five o'clock shadow, and I was ready again. You'd think that after my episode with the pill yesterday that I'd be too sore, but your efforts in the shower and oral ministrations with sufficient tongue work had done wonders in my healing. I raised the covers and studied your body while you slept. Poor dear, I'd probably worn you out. Hah! Those arms and legs were going to be busy again soon. I noticed that your pretty cock was not yet awake. I could fix that, so I pulled the covers over my head and descended to begin the slow pleasure of awakening it and you. As I touched and tickled our cock (I now knew it was mine, too), you turned just slightly and your legs came open. I slowly and softly reached under you, cupped your balls in both hands, and pulled them slowly out to the front. I felt the coldness that caused your body to slowly draw your balls in closer and the pouch that contained them to shrink and hug them. I moved closer and ran my tongue around them. The dark hair around your cock tickled my nose and I was afraid for a moment that I might sneeze or cough and awaken you before I was ready. But, I managed to control the tickling and took one in my mouth and it was like a jaw breaker candy that I didn't want to bite. I took a deep breath and your muskiness caused me to become even more aroused. I ran that softness around in my mouth and circled it with my tongue before continuing to the other of the pair. When I'd finished, you had a nice healthy hard-on and I moved closer until I felt your knee between my breasts. I wrapped both hands around your cock and began to kiss it from the head down the shaft. I spent most of my time with its head and enjoyed hearing you moan softly when I tickled its eye. I pulled the soft skin around it into my mouth and enjoyed its soft silkiness between my lips. I ran my tongue along your outside vein, remembering its color in the dark. I could sense each heartbeat and the soft pulsing between my lips as I sucked softly on that vein. I raised you up against your tummy and kissed the underside of your head and sealed a long kiss around your sensitive spot and tickled it with my tongue for minutes. I could feel your body tighten and your hips push out toward me as I worked. I could feel your enjoyment by its further stiffening. Under the covers, in the dark, my mind was sketching visions of what it looked like. You rolled your body to where you were laying almost on your back, and I followed but had to lean across your firmly muscled thigh in order to continue waking you. I felt your warmth on my breasts and enjoyed the feeling of closeness that I get when I'm naked against you. With your cock pointed at the ceiling I took it fully into my mouth, or as much as I could, and began the morning blow job that I'd been leading up to. Your head always seemed to fill and stretch my mouth until I'd been at a it for a few minutes. Does a person's jaws unhinge like a reptiles does? The longer I go, the more room I seem to have for you. Oh you felt so nice and tasted so good that morning. I moved one hand over you and squeezed one cheek of your cute, firm ass. The longer I worked, the more your cock strained and the wetter I got. Finally, I felt you stir as you began to wake up and I plunged you deeper into my mouth and sucked harder. A moment later I heard your teasing voice and then moan asking if last night wasn't enough and whether I ever got enough. I paused and raised my head only a moment to ask if you were complaining and then I resumed my effort. You responded by reaching under the cover and taking my hair into your hand again. Gently you guided my head and then just before you climaxed, you pulled the cover up, looked down at me and began a motion that seemed out of control as your hips thrust again and again. Raising me with your hips as you climaxed, and feeling you sweetly fill my mouth, was enough to make me climax, too. When I'd resumed breathing, you piled two pillows on top of each other and then reached under my arms, pulled me up and kissed me. We cuddled for a few minutes before you said that you knew I was still horny. I was, and so you made me sit up with my back to the pillows. You crawled down, rolled onto your tummy with your head raised and squeezed your body between my legs. Your face was only inches above my puss and looking up at me when you told me you wanted to watch me masturbate. Even though I'd done it with a guy before, I'd never done it with you because there didn't seem a need to do it, with our sex life. I smiled and said that I wanted you. You said no and asked me if I'd do it for you. I felt self conscious, but your teasing and excited appeal began to work on me. I love a lusty man. A man watching is very exciting, but it was you watching and that made me more excited and I wanted to please and excite you. I reached out and traced your moist lips with my fingers and then lowered them to my lips and gently pushed them aside to enter and touch my clit. Even though I'd climaxed only minutes before, my clit was still firm and my touch was a quick and exciting stimulus. I held back my lips and hood to give you a better view. I rubbed it for a few moments and then raised my moistened fingers to your lips again, and you seemed to devour them. As you cleaned each finger, I moved my other hand to my clit and continued. After a few moments, I returned the first hand and moved the second hand to slide slowly and softly through the folds of my lips. My hand came away wetter than before as I moved it to your lips. Your tongue caressing my hand and your warm moist mouth sucking each finger made me return again. This time I entered my pussy with a finger, and then two to reach and stimulate my g-spot. I began to stroke while circling my clit with the second hand. My mouth was open and my tongue against my upper lips when I rocked forward and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around me and only momentarily distracted me before a minor climax took my breath away. You reached forward and pushed my finger hard against my clit and the juices increased their flow. I was rapidly approaching a second climax, a major one, when you reached forward and held the hand rubbing my g-spot and your head nuzzled aside the hand at my clit. Your mouth closed on my lips and your tongue shot forward to continue the stroking of my clit. I continued moving the fingers against my spot. The combination of your tongue and your hand holding my hand while I fingered myself caused my body to enter overdrive and I screamed your name and a softly whispered thank you throughout my climax. I really dampened the sheet this time even though you seemed to dive in and help. I had never generated that much passion before without touching or feeling your cock. I'd turned up the heater before bed and it was warm when I finally managed to climb from the bed and walk toward the bathroom. I looked back and could see your firm thighs, tight buns, and strong back. As you rolled to face me, I could see your strong chest, your biceps and your tight abs. You are a handsome man with a great body. I took a quick shower, dried myself, and then chased you out of bed so that I could wash the sheets. While you took your shower, I stripped the bed and carried the sheets to the washer. I'd just entered the soap when I heard you turn off the shower. I turned on the washer and then started breakfast. You are such a horn-dog. I'd just set the table, pulled a pan and placed it on the range when you came out. I stood in front of the refrigerator and bent over to get the carton of eggs on the bottom shelf when I heard you walk up behind me and ask me to spread my legs. I spread them slightly and started to stand up. You told me to stay that way but to spread further. I did and felt your hands reach under and fondle me from behind. A moment passed like this when I felt you remove a hand and then quickly return with your cock. I've never been screwed from behind, but you seemed to have no trouble at all. Being held while bent over and being screwed is quite exciting. You slid it in and then reached around and cupped my breasts. I felt your head pressing and then pushing my g-spot as you walked forward and inserted it deeper. I could feel your hips pressing and then thrusting against my ass as I held onto the sides of the opened refrigerator. The feeling was so different, and yet so rewarding that I knew why women liked this. I began movements of my own, twisting and shoving backward opposite your own actions. One of your hands dropped to my clit and you began fingering me again as you thrust. Can a woman have two massive orgasms within twenty minutes? You bet! Can a man? Abso-fuckin-lutely! I almost fell in an exhausted heap on the floor when you'd finished. But you guided me to the table and I sat gratefully. As I've said, I love a lusty man, and you definitely proved yourself that time. When I'd recovered, I stood and walked on wobbly legs, to get the eggs and finally close the refrigerator door. I sat again and looked at you and reminded you of your comment about last night not being enough for me. We both laughed and it was fun to be with you. You're always full of delightful surprises and your sex drive is probably almost as strong as my own. It was only seven thirty. We finished breakfast and you helped me with the dishes and we retired to the living room. I sat on the sofa and you sat in my recliner while we watched the morning football game on ESPN. At lunchtime, I warmed the lasagna you'd ordered the night before. We ate in the living room and watched NASCAR races until about two Sunday afternoon You excused yourself and used the bathroom and my mind went to work. I quickly piled two pillows on the gloor in front of the sofa and when I heard you returning I quickly changed positions. When you came into the room my legs were over the back of the sofa and my head was hanging over the edge of the front seat cushions. While upside down, I smiled at you and asked you to come over and kneel on the cushions. I reached for you and brought you to my lips. This was my afternoon surprise and we each enjoyed sixty-nine, although you managed to distract me more than a little and more than once. Dinner was early and consisted of a Chef's salad with cornbread that I'd made. Desert was partially frozen melon balls and Cool Whip. I'd reserved the other pasta for Monday afternoon or evening. We lay down side by side on the sofa again with the comforter over us and you chose to watch one of the flicks I'd bought. It was better porn than the night before when you didn't even watch. I dozed through most of it, with you waking me only for the parts you thought the most exciting. After the movie, I popped some corn and we ate it while watching the nightly news. We each visited the powder room and then we were back in that position with me on my back with head leaning over the cushions and feet up and over the back of the sofa with my thighs wide. Your two pillows were on the floor in front of me and you'd just put a small black case on the back of the sofa as you kneeled in front of me. I didn't have time to wonder much about that case or where it came from as I reached out and pulled you to my mouth. With one hand I circled you and with the other I cupped your balls as I began to circle you with my tongue before taking you deep into my mouth. I love to please you this way, and always have a soft thrill as the blood rushed to my head and your blood to your erection. As I began to pleasure you, I felt you bend forward and begin to pleasure me. At first it was easy to concentrate on what I was doing, but quickly it became your control as again I felt the pleasure of your mouth and tongue. As you started to stroke, I was restricted from much head movement although my mouth and tongue were quite busy and I used both hands the best I could. As I've said, your lips against mine and your mouth and tongue were defeating me as I began to thrust, too. I coud feel your cock moving, pulsing and driving in my mouth, but my own pleasure was exquisite as I felt my first climax. It was only a moment and you had me cumming again and again. Meanwhile, your hips were pushing and retracting at an increasing rate. Again, I could feel you entering my throat and I longed to have you cum again and feel you warming me all over as you climaxed. Both of your arms were around my hips and your hands firmly cupping my cheeks when I felt you reaching a peak just after my last climax. I began to suck harder and my hands began to seriously manipulate you. Suddenly you stopped and took your mouth away and I felt one arm relax and withdraw. I was disappointed that you'd stopped, but I tried to continue my own efforts and bring you back. A moment passed as you busied yourself at something. With my head down that way I couldn't see and I was largely engrossed in you anyway. Just as suddenly, I felt your cock enter me and begin to stroke. How could this be, no one else was here and your cock was in my mouth? I was temporarily puzzled , but then I didn't care. It really felt like your cock in me and I knew the one in my mouth was you. It was marvelously warm and curved against my g-spot. My pussy was stroked again and again and going deeper with each stroke. Both of your arms and hands were around me again. There was quickly a pattern developing, You thrust into my mouth as you withdrew from my pussy and then the movements were reversed. I didn't care because whatever was happening it was almost perfect. Was this a dream? As I felt you thrusting deeper into my throat, you were also thrusting deeper into my pussy. As you bottomed out in my pussy I felt the strangest thrill as your cock vibrated in my pussy. Quickly it stopped as you withdrew. Each time it was harder to catch my breath as you withdrew from my mouth and the vibration went off in my pussy. With each thrust the vibration was stronger. I was at my peak, nearly as strong as when you arrived Friday night and about to cum gushers when I felt you begin to cum and I let it enter deep into me and down my throat. Your, cum triggered my own and as I climaxed and the fluid shot from me, I felt you cum in my pussy. It was a long, warm cum as you filled me at both ends. You withdrew from my throat and I could breathe again, but I was enjoying the twin fantasy of you in two places at once and cumming warmly, deliciously in each. You'd somehow withdrawn your cock from my pussy and were busy cleaning me and I felt your firm tongue at work as I too began cleaning you. I was completely drained and deliciously pleased as I fought to catch my breath. Now my curiosity became more active and I puzzled over what I'd experienced. After a few moments, I let you withdraw from my mouth and you stopped cleaning me. I rolled sideways on the sofa and you managed to lie beside me. I kissed you deeply and tasted the sweetness of our juices. You pulled back and smiled at me and asked if I'd had fun. I looked at you for a moment before realizing the depth of your question. BBW Love Ch. 02 I sat up slightly, leaned over you and looked you straight in the face and asked what had just happened. You replied that we'd just had a great fuck. I told you that I knew that, but how did it happen. You smiled and started telling me that my pussy was around your cock while you were getting a fantastic blow-job. Now I smiled and said that I knew that but then asked how it had happened. You told me that it was a trade secret and I would have to wait to find out; that you could tell me now but then you'd have to kill me. Then I told you that if you didn't tell me right then that you'd have to wait before your next bed-exercise with me. You thought for a moment and asked if I really enjoyed it. When I said yes and how fantastic it was, you reached for the black case on the back of the sofa. Inside the case was a latex copy of your cock and something else. I took it and studied it for a moment. It had a mouthpiece on one that was similar to that used by professional athletes to protect their teeth during workouts. The opposite end was a perfect copy of your penis (maybe just a little larger). You took it from me and clamped it in your teeth and when you bit down it began to buzz. The harder you bit down, the harder it buzzed. Then you showed me what looked like a syringe and told me that you filled it with warm water and then injected it into a balloon through the eye of the penis. The balloon was discharged when you pushed hard against the mouthpiece and the balloon ejected the warm water. Next, you said that the entire thing was waterproof, with the batteries and balloon captured in the shaft of the penis and that you warmed it by running hot water over it for five minutes. It was wiped dry and then a little KY jelly smoothed over it. Then when you were ready to use it and it was warm and lubricated, you put it into the insulated case where it could stay warm for more than thirty minutes. I asked where you'd found such a contraption and you said that you and a friend had the idea and worked out the details together. You'd used the same cool goo that dentists use for mouth impressions, only you used it to capture your hard-on. You said that you'd added a little curve to it and enlarged it slightly for the effect it might have. Also, you added, the mouthpiece could be rotated and clamped so that the penis curve could be down, up or to either side. Then you said that you had a similar design that you were working on that was a double ended penis where a woman could insert one end into her own pussy and strap it in place while the other end was being used on a friend. Both ends could be made to vibrate separately and eject separate streams of cum from each. It sounded like a Lesbian's dream toy, or one for the couple with role reversal fantasies. Well, as I've already said, I'm not into vibrators, but this one might catch on. I had several chances over the next two days to compare its size to the real you. When I had you fully aroused it really wasn't bigger, you must not have been fully up to it the morning you molded it. In some cases you are actually larger. Our second day was at an end and I was more satisfied than I'd dreamed was possible.