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A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story

By: BlackOldWomanLove



A fat black old woman story: seven steps is a short way for rewarding.

I want to share my story because I did not expect at my age to find a (young) lover and experience such delight in it (may it last forever!). 

The first step: "Well, I accepted my new job in New York and he didn't want give up his to move with me, so I've ended our relationship." With this words a younger friend of my announced me that she ended her relationship with a fine young white man. They are both 32 years old and in the eyes of a 63 years old black woman like me, unacceptable to end a relationship for such a reason; I am old fashion by this. 

"If you love him enough you could stay here with your job and be happy with him?" I said.

She responded. "No man can stand in the way of my carrier. I have made my decision and by the end of the week, I'm gone. A new place, a new job, and a whole new life for me." 

I answered: "Just leave such a wonderful man for that? That's not fair and not nice from you and I think you're very selfish!" 

"Well, you may have him. Comfort him if you want to. I've notified you two get well along together! Didn't you know I've noticed if he's passing you, he likes to grab you by your ass and you let him?" She laughed: "Maybe he like being comfort by an fat black old woman like you!" 

I was shocked and did not understand why she had to be so rude. I kept quiet for a while. Then I got angry: "I think you better leave now!"

And she went, leaving me shocked. I knew I was a fat black old woman, widowed for 14 years now. My late husband was always fond of me, in those days I had half the largeness I was now and I remembered he could not take his eyes off me in all those years we are together. Yes, I did have a big ass and my breast has always been large. But my husband liked them and searched me several times a week to make love to me. But, I think as compensation of lack missing him, I began eating more and more. And now I admit, 14 years later, I am fat. I do not use the scale anymore but I think I am near 290 lbs now. Even my ass and my breast grow in the same proportions. I do not mind, I have learned to live with it.

During the days, the words of the former friend (I don't think we're friends anymore) kept my mind busy. Somehow, I was fond of this friendly, nice white man. He sure was good looking, blue eyes, we black women fond of, a nice bush of blond hair, and a nice slender body shape. We made a lot of jokes together and I have notified sometimes, when he was greeting me, his kiss on my cheek lasted longer then required. Also sometimes the way he looked at me, maybe because of my fat ass, my big belly, or my large breast? 

I've also notified that, when he was passing me, he always lightly stroked my ass, as if I didn't notice; I let him because it's a pleasant feeling and didn't want his (ex) girlfriend to know he did. But she did as I now discovered. 

But her words kept me occupied. I may be 63 with a fat black old body but I have got feelings too. I miss the touches, the lovemaking, and what it does to me. I sure like to comfort him and I needed some overdue comfort too! 

And only those words of her loosen those feeling with me! What if... No! It is too silly to think off! But..... if the greeting, the touch on my ass, the looking at me?? I felt a pleasant shiver by the tough of it running over my body; I have got that special feeling in my belly and felt a light tingle beneath it. What if he feels really attracted to a fat black old woman like me? Should I give it a try??

That night I had a very pleasant dream about the young white man and me. But next morning, standing naked in the bathroom in front of the mirror, I rejected the thought. Fat, fat, fat; rolls of fat I saw in the mirror, a big massive black belly, and an enormous black ass, worth a mention for the Guinness Book of records. And I was certain; if this young white man saw my gray pubic hair, he would run away. I did not shave my pussy since my husband died because I saw no need for it. 

So, the first thing I did was shaving it. I sat myself down on the floor in front of a mirror for I could not see my own pussy because of my large boobies and my fat belly. I took my time, first with a scissor clipping most of my gray pubic hair as possible, then spreading my legs as wide apart as I could get and began to lathering my pussy with shaving soap. Fortunately, I had a razor blade in provision. 

Carefully I began to shave my pussy, one hand holding the raiser, the other one of my pussy lips. An hour later, after taking a shower, I looked with joy at my new born pussy. It felt magnificent as bald as it was! Feelings of lovemaking came over me. More then ever I wanted this young white man. 

For the rest, I couldn't make better of other parts of my fat black old body; maybe he like my boobs, men do have some fetish for them and I have a pair, which always attracted men's eyes. And, maybe he like my new born pussy. Now bald, you could see that my pussy had fat puss lips, I think, as they should be, not a pair of flabby little skin, I'm proud of mine!

The words of that woman and the possibility of lovemaking with this white young man did not leave hold of my mind. But my what.. if's kept bothering me.

A few days later I thought: "Why don't I give it a try? There is nothing to loose except that if I try perhaps he will never want to see me again. I have to make a plan."

I knew him that well that a carefully approach was required. And, if I did well, he would not notify; I knew my sub tile womanly tricks, he is going to ask for it himself if I played it well or else I can deny if he accuse me of seducing him. I knew what to do! First, I had to call this young white man. 

And so I did; I knew I had to be very patient with him. He had just digesting the lost of his relationship. And I was right, the voice of this young white man sounded depressed and it was a short call. Not that he was impolite, no; he just was not in the mood for talking. 

But I am a persistent person; I called him every two days at evening and our conversations became more relaxed. He got used to it. Then I thought it was time for me to wait if he would miss my calls if I did not call him. The second evening after my last call (I used to call around eight) I waited; a half hour passed by, three quarters, and then............. the phone rang. Although I wanted to, I did not hurry to pick up the phone but when I finally did it was the young white man! Step one did ring a bell!

The second step: Now I had to come near to him! I have read in the papers the yearly Pasar Malan was coming. Pasar Malan is a kind of Indonesian marketplace where they sell Indonesian goods and delicious food (and I'm fond of it!). I knew he likes of that kind of event and I arranged for us to go for next Sunday. 

I have considered how I should handle this. Shall I call him and tell him about it or should I kept silent and surprise him. It kept my mind busy for a couple of days. At last, I had decided not to tell him. I made my preparation; I bought a new set of clothes and some other woman stuff and painted my hair black (I was rather gray at that moment). 

That Sunday morning I have to stand up early fixed my self to look as sharp as a fat black old woman could be and stepped in my car. On my way to his home my what...if's again entered my mind. What if he wasn't at home? What if he was at home and had a new girlfriend, I did not know of, with him? What if he will not let me in and send me home again? 

Well, all I had to do is set through and wait what would happen. At a half past eight in the morning exact, I rang at his doorbell. It took a while but fortunately, I saw a sleepy head looking from his bedroom window. 

"What you're doing here at this time? Is something the matter?" he said, "It's just half past eight!" 

I responded, "I'm here to get you out of bed and come with me to the Pasar Malan". 

"I'm not sure I'm in the mood to go there!" he replied. 

"Well", I answered, "I haven't got up early and get here to be send home again. So open up the door and let me in!" 

The young white man shook his head, and after a while, he opened the door. He let me in. I gave him a hug and said: "Well, if you get a shower and get nicely dressed, in the meantime I'm going to fix you a proper breakfast. So off you go!" 

Letting him standing in the hallway, I went strait to the kitchen; I knew my way. Looking in the kitchen cabinets, I soon provided what I needed to make a delicious breakfast. I did set the table for the meal and waited. Soon he appeared with nice fresh clothes and I saw his eyes greedily look at the table. 

"Sit down and enjoy your breakfast", I invited him. 

Without a word, he sat down at the table and enjoyed the best breakfast he had in weeks; I was certain as I saw him eat! I sat beside him encouraging him to eat all I made, pouring in coffee when his cup was empty. 

"So, feeling better now?" I asked him after he finishing the breakfast, "I'm so sorry for you you're alone now; I've told your girlfriend she's stupid and she's a bitch treating you like this and all you're done for her. But, maybe you are better off without her and believe me, one day you feel lucky it went this way. So, we are going to make this a fine day! Ready to go?" 

I saw that the young white man wanted to protest but I took his arm and leaded him to the front door. 

After all be became a very pleasant day, he bought me a sarong of a nice sea green color mixed wit light yellow and gold edgeways. When I tried it on, I looked in the mirror and thought I looked a bit like a big African queen. 

I showed him and asked: "How do I look? Don't you think I'm much more oversized then I'm already??" 

"Oh, no!!" he answered: "I think you look gorgeous in it!" 

"Bingo!" I thought, "It's going in the right way!" 

In another stand, I saw a nice shirt of batik fabric, black with nice brass pattern; I also found black trousers to combine and I bought them for him. We eat some very tasty Indonesian food; it was a very successful day. You cannot image the glorious feeling I had when I drove home. Step two was a buy!

The third step: Two weeks later, I took him to another event. The young white man seemed to like my presence, I kept indulge him with tasty meals and many laughs. Within a few weeks I visited him every Sunday at home or he visit me at my home; still just in a decent, friendly way.

I have notified when we went out, many people looked at us. I admit that it has seldom seen a fat black old woman like me with a white young man. To let them know to mind their own business, I often grabbed his hand as we were a couple and I notified that he did not felt unpleasant with it and sometimes he grabbed my hand himself. 

His touching, as he used to do, came back. Again, when he was passing me, he started again stroking my ass and of course, I did as if I did not notify. 

Once we are visiting a parade, I saw three old women looking at us and I notified that the three had a forceful conversation about the white young man and me. I almost could guess what they were talking. Also, my companion notified. 

I whispered to him: "I think those three old ladies are talking about us". 

He replied: "Yes, I believe either". 

Letting no opportunity fly, I whispered in his ear: "Don't scare up, but please play along with me!" 

I wrapped my arms around his waist, gave him a kiss; not a regular kiss but one on his mouth, and held it this way. 

The young man held loose and whispered: "That's not convincing these old ladies enough, we can do better" en tongued me deeply and long, just in the middle of the crowd! 

I was surprised but also pleased because it felt very tasty. It gave me such an intense feeling that I got melting away and became weak in my knees. Bingo again!! It was over 14 years ago that I was kissed so deeply and I enjoyed it until the last second when the young white man let loose of me. 

It must be silly because I guess I stood still almost a minute with my eyes closed after glowing. When I opened my eyes again I saw from the corner of my eye the three old ladies shaking their heads and they forceful talking walked away. 

The young white man smiled at me and said: "So, do they have something to think off!! I hope you didn't mind and thank you for playing along!" 

Quietly we followed our way; I sure did have something to think; kissing this young white man felt very pleasant. Now and then, when some people were staring at us when we were out, we repeat this game. Step three did play very well!!

The fourth step: I began to notify some sexual interest from the young white man in me. I observed him carefully as I notified he was watching me more and more. I saw a sudden desire when he looked at my breasts. And, when the moments were available I used my sub tile womanly tricks to flame this desire of his. 

And the weather was in my hand; we left the winter behind us, spring was bursting out and the temperature was almost like summer. I have changed my winter clothing into springtime clothing and wear skirts of thin fabric blouses, mostly white or yellow ones. I wore bra's that only covered a quarter of my massive big black boobs knowing they shine through the blouses, catching the eyes of the young white man. 

And it did! It seemed he was looking more at my boobs then he looked at my eyes when he spoke to me. 

I remembered one Sunday we had to take a small elevator and we were standing very close together because it was crowded in there. As I felt his body against mine, I began slowly to twist with my body in a way it was hardly notified. Was it imagination or did I felt a light bump pricking against my belly? I looked at the young white man and the blush on his face told me enough! And... it did raise my eagerness too, I had got that special feeling below my belly and also my nipples got hardened!! 

Stepping out of the elevator I thought: "Fine, we have to go down later!" Regrettably enough it was not that crowded so I could not repeat this. But no matter, other chances would come. As the young man decently kiss me on the cheek when I had to go home or he did, I permitted myself to take the step of a deep mouth to mouth kiss as leave-taking.

I was confident enough he would not reject it. So I did and my desire grew when he greedy kissed me back. Again I felt a hard on in his pants pressing against my belly! And I felt proud that such a fat black old woman like me could cause such reaction by a young white man! Step four was breathtaking as I could say!! 

The fifth step: After almost 3-month circumstances (I'm very patient) has brought it that far it was time to take real action. I was aware that I brought this young white man in such stage that his lust was heated enough for me to get some fulfillment in the end. He was ready for it and I was more then willing in an extensive body check. 

To be honest, during those three-month my senses increased my longing for lovemaking with this young white man more and more. Maybe it is not decent for a fat black old woman of 63 to say, but with 14 years lack of lovemaking, my mind was in a regularly horny mood for this young white man, knowing rewarding lie to the very near future! 

I have decided that it would be the next weekend for deliverance, as well for me as for this white young man. 

That Friday evening I called him and said: "I have something nice to visit for us tomorrow. We have to leave very early, if you like to come overnight here it would be convenient when we have to leave in the morning; it's a surprise were we will go. I'll fix you a decent meal and we make it a pleasant evening, okay?" 

I do not have to say there was not any visiting planned tomorrow by me. This weekend was going to be a weekend, as I desire for long time now; and my desire was lovemaking as many times a young white man of 32 could handle! 

I had made my preparations; I prepared the spare room; I cleaned my bedroom and refreshed my bed sheets. I sprayed some lavender spray in it and made some preparation for some woman stuff needed for the moment to come. I prepared a splendid diner and when all was done, I went to the bathroom and shaved my fat black pussy as bald as a billiard ball; scrubbed my entire body clean and oiled it with a smell of musk. I also painted my hair black again. After that, I walked to the clothing cabinet and picked the sarong the young man bought for me at the Pasar Malan. After clothing, I looked at the mirror and was contented.

I was nervous, I admit, but who would not if a fat black old woman of 63 would receive the big premium after all the effort she made to get this young white man as far that he would make love to me! All my senses were telling me I was going for gold!

I was so busy making preparations the doorbell rang in no time and I hurried to the front door. There he stood, my prospective lover for the night. Only he did not know yet. 

I let him in and, after closing the door, he kissed me; a deep tongue made my flame inside to an extremely hot heater. He stepped backwards and looking at me, he said: "You look fantastic with those clothes, you really look gorgeous!" 

I noticed a look of desire flickering in his eyes. Well, as we black woman do not blush, but if I could, I would be dark red at that moment. I knew that nothing would be wrong tonight and that gave me a bit of rest inside.

There was just one small problem, how would I organize with this young white man to get what I wanted. A bit easeful now I gave him a drink and ask him to open a bottle of wine for diner. I have selected white wine because I did not want my prospective lover to be sleepy; oh no; I wanted him in maximum power condition. 

I also spiced diner a bit to get the flame burning for a long time. At was an excellent diner; I was more relaxed now and made a few laughs with him. If possible and the opportunity were there, I touched him, on his hand, his shoulder. 

I grabbed my photo album with all kinds of photos when I was young (and a lot more slender) and showed it to him. While he was watching it, I stood behind his chair and now and then I bended forwards to show something and telling about the photo. Of course, it was not to avoid that my massive boobs pressed against his neck and shoulder; as told, I know to do my thing.

Around ten o'clock I have decided it was time for action. I still did not knew how I should handle it to get what I really now desired. I gaped and said: "I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep. The spare room is ready, don't make it late because I will wake you at six!" 

I hoped by this remark that he would follow me and made some action to make it happen. Before I noticed he replied: "May I watch you??" 

On the spur of the moment I saw his face turned deeply red and he stuttered: "I'...m, I'..m, I'm sorry, I've shouldn't said that; I'm embarrassed, and I'm embarrassing you too........ It's better I go home now." 

It surprised me and there was stillness for a while. 

My mind was assaulted with thoughts: "My, my, I didn't think of that! He want to see me undress, he want to see my naked body. He really wants it! How easy!!" 

I felt cheers and joy inside. Then I saw he was standing up to leave and quickly I replied, "Oh no, no! Please stay. I'm just surprised by it. Mmmmmmh, I don't know. I've never thought you would ask me something like this." 

I paused and then continued: "But off course, you're a young man with, mmmhh, healthy, man feelings, shall I call it this way?" 

The face of the young white man turned red more and more, and he stammered: "I'm sorry, it wasn't ment to say!" 

I felt compassion for this white, young man but I could not resist stirring the tension a bit and teasing a little too; I am a bit of a teaser now and then. 


A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story Ch. 02



Please, don't judge me; I'm just a very warm person with her physical needs who do something with it. 

I'm a fat black old woman, in a few weeks becoming 62 and divorced 14 years ago. It was a hard time, after a marriage for 23 years I was abandoned for another woman by my husband. Never expected it and it took a some time to recover from it. My marriage was childless and after my husband left me, life seemed very lonely. I was always a very direct physical woman and over the years I thought I accomplished to the sexual needs of my husband. I still call him my husband although another woman own him now, he still is mine, I think.

I picked up my life again, tried to find peace in my new circumstances and provide some happiness. The only thing I couldn't provide was the warm intimacy with my husband. May I thought I grew over it; I didn't. I missed it a lot and I began to look around. As I told you, I'm a very plump woman, call it awesomely fat. I'm very massy, not just in the hips but everywhere. I'm not the type to attract the eyes of the beholder but more the type for those who won't go for the common type. 

I'm aware what attract most of the eyes are my huge boobs; in my earlier days I've considered to made them some sizes smaller but my husband wouldn't let me. I gave up diets because over the years I've used to my excessive fat figure. What I do is take the necessary care of myself; I never go on the street without make up and proper dressing. I'm living in the sunny state and mostly wear light garments. Dark red and dark green or yellow fits me the most. Once in a while I visit a beauty salon where I have my hair done, my nails done and get rid of the unwanted hair in my face.

I was jealous of all the couples I saw when I was out. And I was jealous of the younger single women because I thought they anyway had a better chance to find someone to fulfill their needs as I did. When I was sitting on one of the many tea gardens and looked at the young men passing by; some skinny, some well build. I was thinking what plenty of opportunities they would have in future to enjoy their sexual urge. I often imagined how it would be if one of these young men would pleasure me. And what most titillated me were the young white men; I imaged their hard white dicks on my dark black skin and often dreamed of it. And as the time passed, the fantasy grew.

I've noticed sometimes young white men were looking at me; or, better said, at my large boobs. Some very young, in their twenties, some in their thirties. It could be that my growing fantasy had part in it because I began to observe these young white men more. I sure wanted to give them the opportunity to play with them as long as they were willing to grant me in my needs. The urge of fulfill this wish of my made me hot brained. I puzzled how I could realize my fantasy. I saw just one option, suggesting them I wouldn't reject if they like to play with them; my black large boobs were available to fulfill their wishes. 

And that's what I did; surprisingly it worked. I always wear blouses and leave the upper two buttons open so there's a fair sight at the cleavage of my large black boobs. And when I see such a young white man staring at them I first made an every day talk with him; searching of some interest from him for me. And as he do, it's rather easy to take him home with me. When I notice certain incertitude at the young white man on the way home I divert him; it's easy. I look at him unperceived and rejoice myself with the thought what delightful things to do with the young white man. 

Think what you want, but like may others I can't ignore my sexual needs. And I'm certain; some females of my age feel the same but haven't got the daring to give in to it. And I did and it's very rewarding for me. Don't misunderstand me, I don't pick up every day some young white man of the street, I don't think there are that many who fancy an old fat overweight black woman like me. I only got seven of these young white men in eleven years. The last young white man visits me over a year now. Sometimes he stays over for the night. I'm aware and experienced enough to know I don't get that lucky that it's forever. After it's over it stays quiet for quite a while until some other young white man has interest in my awesome boobs. And if so, I savor the moments without worrying about what become later.

When I take some young white man home we first always take a shower. That's something I find important, hygiene. When we undress in the bathroom there's always that high-strung tensing. When I notify the young white man is a bit nervous I try to ease him. Half undressed I ask him to help me to remove my underwear. The first piece he removes is my big bra. I have ones with hooks on the front. For me useful because I can't reach behind my back because of my excessive old fat body. Once unhooked my heavy huge black boobs pop out of my big bra. One thing I noticed, they're all tit grabbers; fixed on my huge boobs, not really know what to do with them. These wobbly, fleshy dark peaces of meat of mine are very sensitive and the way they are pulled, kneaded or sucked by some deserve better. The young white men need education from me for that part. 

And they are all the same; they've got a lot in stock, usually impatient at the first time. When we are completely undressed, I obtrusively feel his magnify hard dick pressing against my huge black fat belly. For me, not to let it be a routine, I choose to vary in different ways. 

When I notify the young white man has big need I let him penetrate me quickly. I usably have an little stool standing in the shower and, while leaning back against the shower wall, I place one foot on that little stool to be accessible to let this young white man release himself from that big need. I know that it will be rewarded later. Fortunately I become wet already between my fat black thighs when I found a young white man and take him with me. 

Thinking of what would happen within the next hour arouse me a lot. By the moment we're in the shower I'm always thrilled to feel his stiffness slid between my big fat black pussy lips; I've take care it's always smoothly shaven. I don't want to scare them off by my gray pubic hair. It's mostly quick, but when this horny young white man started to pump me, I desirous joined him; feeling my huge black ass bumping against the wet shower wall excite me tremendous. 

Sometimes, when I notify the young white man is shy, I turn around and bend forwards to the shower wall and let him take my old fat black pussy from behind. I know he doesn't want to be watched while getting rid of his lecherous need. I know, when he's done with it, he become more freely. In that case I let the shower flow, feeling the splashing water upon my massive back and ass and the flowing over my face. It's then a different kind of feeling when I feel the young white man's hard rod stick inside of me. Because the water running over my head distracts me and it gives some other experience to be penetrated. Mostly, when I stand in that position, I can feel the arms of the young white man reach around my wasteful upper body, grabbing my dangling large black boobs. I like it when he does so. 

Mostly within the minute I can hear the cry of liberation from the young white man. At that moment I got filled, filled with pleasure and with a lot of sperm from the horny young white man. When I look at his happy face I know I have a lot of pleasure to become. In both cases it's important I clean my old fat black pussy very good; I try to press as many semen out of it because I have some other delight in mind. 

Sometimes I like to take the horny young whites hard on between my big mouth lips, it depends. Once a young white man had such a gorgeous dick I liked to suck this delicious right away. I went on my knees in front of him and start to massage his gorgeous. I also then let the water flow; I know it give some distraction to the young white man to last it some longer before he drops his load into my mouth. I usually extensively lick his dick first from the bottom up to the top and down again before I put my big mouth lips around it. With my tongue I explore the swollen head, nibble on it and begin to suck it. 

I know some woman don't like it but I find it pleasing when the young white man place both hands on my head; guiding me to satisfy his urgent need. Also the cry of liberation announces me to get ready to receive his semen into my mouth. I know he's watching me at the moment his load squirts into my mouth. Afterwards I raise my head and give him my biggest smile. Knowing he like it and giving him the idea that he overflowed my mouth with his sperm I open my mouth a little, letting his semen dripping out of it; just enough. Just enough, because I also know he will be exited to see me swallow it. And I will give him that pleasure, knowing he would be more willing to do special pleasurable things with me later. So I bend my head a little more backwards, open my mouth a little more so he can see his hot sticky production in it and swallow all of it. And when I tell him after that it tasted exceptional I'm guaranteed for some special treatment later on. I take care that I brush my mouth explicitly afterwards.

I see all this as a foreplay, the real pleasure and fulfillment of my needs need to be come yet. And I don't mean it selfish; I know the young horny white man will divert himself with my old fat black body extensively. I'll always be aware that the young white man becomes what he wants. 

After we leave the shower and dry us, it's time to explore each body detailed; mostly we went to the bed room but every now and then we stay in the bath room. It depends how horny the young white man is after he spilled his first donation or how strong my urge is. The first time however, we stay in the bathroom. 

Mostly I will lie on my back on the cool floor. I had a fold up towel under my head and one for some other purpose. I wiggle a little, unnoted but sure of it that my wasteful thick body gets the young white man's attention. I open my mighty fat thighs; I can see his eyes greedily staring at me. He will kneel beside me and I will encourage him to touch me. Just the thought that I, an old overweight black fat woman, is going to be indulged by such a horny young white man excite me strongly. I know there's no love involved; just two people with an age difference that are curious at each other, trying to find distraction with sexual fulfillment. I'm always aware of it. 

At first there is no kissing, after hands move aimlessly first over my old black fat body usually the young white man begin to suck on my nipples. I'm aroused so they have big knobs. Although I find it very pleasant when they do so, as told the young white man doesn't really know what to do with the big ones. They probably think the faster they suck the sooner I get excited. I like them to take their time, but at the first time I let them; knowing there will be education the next time he visit. Then it will be on a comfortable bed, not on a hard cool bathroom floor. For the moment I let excitement have it's privilege. 

I don't forget in the meanwhile to give the young white man attention; it's pleasant to fondle his disburdened balls. As virile as they are, their dicks are in no time strong and hard. That's what I like about young men. I slowly and carefully strike the swollen pole, with the necessary pauses to prevent an unexpected second discharge. I know the young man want to put his hard on into my mouth; most of the time I give in to it. Because I know they come easy that way, I frequently take it out of my mouth to give it some rest to prevent it. I then kiss his stomach or some other place in reach of his hard dick. It works.

The first time I have to guide the hand of the young white man, mostly resting upon my soft big round belly, downwards to my bald fat pussy lips. I moan a little; I can feel one of his fingers slid between them and give a louder moan. A shiver makes clear that what he's doing pleasure me a lot. I deliver myself entirely to the desire. Anything the young white man does with me from now is pleasurable. I don't care anymore if it's of short time. I can feel now that I'm close to an orgasm. My sensual knob is swollen already and my pussy is wetter also; as well by my aroused feeling as when the young white man already had shot his load into it. Only one finger raises my excitement; the young white man usually use his finger the first time as a semi dick; pumping in and out of my old fat black pussy. He usually forgets to pay attention to my sensual knob; I don't care, by the next he visit me I learn him about it. 

It's seldom at the first time the young white man pleasure me with his tongue between my old fat black pussy lips; maybe it's timidity or he had to become more familiar with me. Also that's some I have to learn him by next visits. 

Anyway, the young man's working finger inside my fat bald pussy made my awesome fat body shiver a lot. I know now I get near to the desired explosion. When I come, I come heavy. I try to repress my groaning, not to scare the young white man too much at this point. But I'm at that moment in such a state of arouse I can't hold back anymore. My body begins to tremble intense. It's now me who come with a loud cry of liberation. I clamp myself firmly to the body of the young man and feel my juices flow richly.  

That's the moment I despairingly want the stiff pole of the young white man inside of me; I encourage him to invade me by pulling him upon my old overweight fat body; placing him impatiently between my black fat thighs and groaning that I'm completely his. I spread my legs as wide as I can to give him access to me and give a cry out when his hard delicious slid between my old black fat pussy lips. I'm in such aroused state that I beg him to do me good.

I look at him with a strong desire now and I know he's more than willing to give it to me as desired. He begins to pump me intensive. I don't want it to be over soon and although zealous moving with him in that marvelous rhythm, I distract the young man now and then by suddenly squeeze his buttocks. Or, when he penetrate deep inside of me, I'm holding him strong against my big old fat black body for a while, loudly groaning and saying how good he's doing me. Also this works. 

I press my huge fat ass as much down on the floor now so I can feel a piece of his hard working dick slid against my swollen knob every time the young white man redraw. It gives me extended thrills, which overwhelm me completely. I'm not holding back anymore, I now want this young white man to fill me. I want his load, his semen, because anytime now I will have my orgasm and the most exciting is to have it together with him. 

This old black overweight woman over sixty is begging for it now. I can feel now his hard erection extent even more and when his first shot of sperm inject me I let go. Groaning, crying, shouting leaves my mouth when I have that heavy orgasm. My awesome body isn't in control anymore; forceful shaking I receive his semen, squirting mine at the same moment; it's very intense. I claw my hands in the young man's back begging him to give all he has and he does. 

The next few minutes are very important for me. I feel filled and satisfied, full with his sperm and mine, content in what I just experienced. I thank the young white man and praise him for giving me exceptional ecstasy. As confirmation I chuck through his hair, smiling and giving deep sights. Three things could happen now and I look at his face.

The worst thing could happen is that the young man experienced that his togetherness with this old black overweight woman didn't give him as he expected. It happened once. He made excuses, disappear and never visit me again. In that case I cherished the moment and had dreams about it. 

Something else what could happen is that he's done for the moment and also satisfied for the day. He let met know by chucking into my hair also. I tell him I have a lot of other pleasant things in mind. To give him a reminder after leaving I take my time by washing his dick with my tongue. We take a shower together and I offer him a drink if he want one afterwards. The first time although he wants to go home and I wouldn't insist on it then. I give him a kiss on the cheek when I let him out promising again pleasant things when he visits me next.

The third option I like the most. I'm more then pleased when he started to kiss me; in that case I can expect more pleasure. It has been a bit wearily for me because I'm over sixty as you remember; also my fat heavy body has spilled a lot of energy during that forceful encounter with the young white man. But for some reason he haven't enough of my old awesome fat black body. While he is kissing me, I can feel by the way he molds my huge black boobs he isn't done yet. While he's sucking my huge boobs I try to clean my fat black pussy with the towel I put as an extra for that purpose. His stiff hard dick hasn't suffered a bit by squirting twice already; it keeps surprising me. While giving the young white man compliments of his energetic libido I intently slowly massage that delicious hard peace of meat. I take my time so I can recover a bit.

I can feel the leftovers of the mix of his en my semen on the inside of my hand stick; it excite me. I'm now done cleaning my fat black pussy as good I can do and have now both hands free. While he lie on the floor I set myself on my knees beside him and while telling him how wonderful he is, I bend forwards and begin to explore his delicious with my tongue. It feels hot and hard. The strong smell ascent my arousing. I notice that he didn't want me to lick it, with a little push on my head I know he want me to take it into my mouth. I'm willingly gratifying his wish. As my mouth encircle his firm hard on, I don't have to be afraid he would come into my mouth, the way a few fingers of the white young man now wander between my old black fat pussy lips made me sure he want to put his stuff between them again. 

Most of my tiredness is gone now and I get excited more. I begin to moan again because now one finger is pumping in and out of my old fat black pussy and it's a marvelous feeling. I enjoy it for a while, not forgetting to work his delicious hard dick with my mouth. I can feel the young white man is ready to do his work for me now. 

What shall I do? I can lie on my back again and let him climb upon my old big fat black body. I also could climb above him, lowering my fat black bald pussy above his rigid peace of wonderful meat and ride the young man with all the energy I have with my old black overweight fat body. Or just sit on my fours, letting him do the work and let him take me from behind my huge black fat ass. 

I decide to do the last. While sitting on my fours I stimulate the young white man to take me sturdily. I don't have to say that twice. He sits himself behind me and I spread my mighty black legs, lifting my huge ass a bit higher. I soon can feel his stiff hard dick slid between my old fat black pussy lips until it's completely inside me. It goes smoothly because my bald fat pussy has been lubricated well before. I wiggle my huge black ass a little and start trying to come into the rhythm of the young white man who's pumping into my moist fat black pussy now. 

I rest my head on the towel now, leaning on my forearms and my knees, my huge black ass high in the air. It's a comfortable position for me while the young white man continual is pumping my old fat black pussy. Every time he went deep into it I groan; I'm very content and are giving in to it completely. The advantage that his endurance last longer is letting the young white man already fill me once. For me now there's more to enjoy. Besides a few holds once in a while he kept unceasing invading my old fat black pussy with the same rhythm. It's a heavenly feeling and I almost feel an orgasm near. I try to ascent this delicious rhythm by pushing my huge fat ass for and backwards quicker. I feel my large boobs and massy round belly slide on the cool bathroom floor every time I'm deeply penetrated. The thought, this young firm hard dick will do others in future, and now is draining itself in my old black fat pussy, makes me delirious.




A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story Ch. 02



We move so fast now we can't stop anymore, even if we wanted to. There's just one-way; work us to that liberating moment. I think it's me who win that breathtaking race; I cry out when my old fat black body forceful begins to vibrate. A strong tremble move across my entire body; I'm holding still now to feel that intense feeling that possess me. And as my rich flowing juices tries to find a way out, it's driven back by the load of semen the young white man squirting into my old black fat pussy. 

Content is not the word, more delightful triumph feelings. The young white man groans when he redraw, a flow of sperm flow out of my well-filled old black pussy. It's forming a thick white track within my mighty fat thighs until it drips on the bathroom floor. I can smell its favor, strong, spicy. The young white man is rolling on the cool bathroom floor, I can see at his eyes he has a good time too because he look at me with a very big smile. For me it's a sign he will visit me regular for a while. I will take care for it because I have many pleasant games to play with him. I tell him so and he smiles when he nod.

We take a shower and with a promise to come back soon the young white man leave a very satisfied old black fat woman behind. I'm really tired now and go to bed to have a great pleasant dream afterwards.



A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story Ch. 03



A fat black old woman story: I should have known better.

Yes, I should have known better going into that dark, desolate alley by evening, just to take a shortcut home. It was stupid because the save way home was just a 10 minutes longer walk. But sometimes I don't understand myself and do such stupid things like this. And this is the result, an fat black woman of 63, standing here with mixed emotions in that dark, desolate alley, her blouse unbuttoned, her large boobs hanging out of her big bra, her skirt around her ankles, her underpants torn and sperm of two horny young white men dripping out of her fat black pussy. And what's more shaming was my behaviour in this. Let me tell you about it.

I have a good life. Being a widow for 14 years I managed, after my husband passed away, to pick up life again. For a few years I'm retired now and enjoyed the days because I'm busy enough with my hobbies. What's disastrous for my weight is my cooking hobby; I'm fond of cooking and tried every recipe of the many cooking books I have. It made me today a big fat woman over 300 pounds. I don't care for it anymore, as my condition still is good.

That evening I had visited an acquaintance of mine. It was an entertaining evening and we had a lot to talk because we hadn't seen each other for quite a while. Because it was a nice summer evening I didn't take the car but went on foot to her. That's the reason I drank some glasses of wine, enough to feel pleasantly, too little to feel drunk. I was thankful I hadn't take the car home, for that I drank too many. It was almost eleven o'clock that evening and although the acquaintance offered me to bring me home, because of the fine weather I preferred to walk home. For me it's a three quarter walk, I'm a slow walker.

It must have been the wine that befogged my mind because after twenty minutes I became a bit tired when I came along that alley. I was warned not to go in there by evening because it's dark and desolated. Only store houses there. But it was a 10 minutes shorter walk and I went into it. 

It was indeed dark and desolated; the further I went in, the darker it got. There was no light of lamppost in there. I hesitated if I should go back but I was almost halfway and went on.

Then I heard footsteps in front of me and I became frightened. I turned around and hurried back. I realized it was stupid and of no use trying to get out of that dark, desolate alley. I'm not fast enough because of my old fat overweight body. The footsteps came quickly nearer and soon I was press with my back against one of the storehouses.

I felt a knife dabbing against my throat and I heard a voice sis: "Give us your money or you never leave this alley alive!"

I gave a cry and stammered that I hadn't any money on me. I cried: "Please, let me go! I'm an old woman!"

"An old fat bitch, you mean. Do you have anything of value with you?" the one with the knife snarled. I shook my head.

"And what is that?" I heard again, "Two nice golden rings?"

"Oh, no!" I begged, "Please, it's my wedding ring and the wedding ring of my late husband. Please, take anything but not them!"

I was desperate looking up and saw two skinny young white boys in front of me. I estimated them around twenty. I tried to persuade them to let me go by telling them they have a mother and a grandmother too, but it didn't help.

The one with the knife was grinning. "We do have something, don't we?" Still with the knife against my throat the one young white boy pressed his body against my fat big old body. He began to make certain moves against it. I felt a swelling pressing against my big round belly. I became really frightened. 

"Oh no, not that!" I cried in a despair. 

"If you want to get out of this alley, no more word and do as we want you to do!" I heard him say.

While continues his movements he began to unbutton my blouse. I felt two hands shoving into my big bra, lifting my large black boobs out of it. The one young white boy let loose of them and they dangled freely outside my blouse now. I didn't dare to say a word.

"That's what I call a pair of tits!" I heard the young white boy say. With both hands he weighted my left large boob and began to knee it. 

"Hey," he said to the other young white boy, "You've got to feel this. It's great!"

The other stepped in front of me, grabbed my other large black boob, and began to knee it also. I still didn't dare to say anything and cried. Now both of the horny young boys were pushing their swelling against my big round belly. Soon the two young white boys began to suck on my nipples. It was a long time ago someone had sucked my nipples and in spite of all my fear I notified they became hard. 

Pushing me down the two young white boys forced me on my knees. I heard the unzipping of their pants and then I was looking at two hard dicks. The look very impressive from near and I became frighten more. 

"Do them!" I heard the one with the knife said. I wanted to protest but looking up I saw on his face he mend what he said. 

Desperate I grabbed both hard dicks and began to massage them, hoping they both soon have their relief and I could go home. 

If it wasn't strange enough after years holding a hard dick in my hand, I now was sitting on my knees in front of the horny young boys and holding two in both! I saw they had different ones. As one looked pretty large, the other had a short thick one. 

Despite of all my fright I felt a little aroused and with a curious interest I followed the movements of my hands around the two hard dicks. It was hard to concentrate on both hard ones so I was busier with the one of the young white boy with the large one. As I moved my hand quicker up and down, I felt his stiffness increase and scared up when suddenly he gave a shout and began to squirt his load over my face. I let loose of both dicks and I didn't know why but I began to cry. 

"I'm not done yet," the other young white boy snarled. I wiped the sperm with my hand off of my face, grabbed the short thick dick of the boy, and began to pull it off as quick as I could. 

Within the minute I felt a second load squirting upon my face. 

I wiped it off again and cried frightened: "Please, can I go home now?" 

"You made our dicks dirty. Clean it now!" I heard the one with the knife said. 

I was flustered and made preparation the wipe their dicks off with a piece of my blouse. 

"No, use your mouth!" the young white boy ordered me. 

"Oh no, I can't do that." I cried.

Before I knew it I felt the knife dabbing against my throat again. I knew I had to do what they belong if I wanted to get save home. I grabbed the half erected dick of the young boy with the knife and carefully I touched it with the tip of my tongue. I tasted the warm, spicy cream and it had a special smell too. 

A pressure on my head prods me to use more of my tongue. I was now licking all over it. And as I was licking, it grew. As I was done licking the shaft clean I began to lick the head of this young white boys swollen dick. 

Despite of my fright I felt an arousing inside me again. I opened my mouth and sucked the head inside of it. 

Can you imagine, a fat retired overweight black woman like me, sitting on her knees in a dark, desolated alley, sucking on a young white boy's hard on. My arousing increased and forgetting the circumstance I was in I attentively began to move my head up and down, now harder sucking on his hard one. I heard the young white boy groan. 

"The old fat bitch is beginning to like It." the other young white boy grinned.

"Yeah, I think so too!" the one with the knife replied.

I felt the tension of the hard dick in my mouth grew as I sucked it with all the energy I had. I grabbed with both hands his upper legs so I had some more balance. My head was moving faster now and by his groaning I notified he soon would come. I began to suck harder now and hold still when I felt his load squirt into my mouth. 

I waited until he was finished; my mouth was brimming full. As he redraws, I spitted the most of it next to me on the ground.

The other young white boy now was impatient standing before me, pressing his short thick dick against my mouth. I licked the sperm of it and took the head in my mouth. I began to move my head forward, sucking his horny hard on entirely into my mouth. I softly putted my teeth at his shaft, pulling my head backwards. I gave it a firm suck then and repeated it. I felt it swollen more by each time I did this. 

This hard on felt very nice in my mouth. Because it was thick and short, my mouth was pretty filled with it because I could take it completely into it. I could feel the head almost pricking against my throat. 

It may be strange, but I was so busy sucking on his thick hard on that I forgot in what kind of circumstances I was. It fascinated me, that horny young firm dick in my mouth.

I came back to reality when he draws his hard dick out of my mouth. The young white boy forced me to stand up. As I did I was pushed against the wall of the storehouse and he grabbed under my skirt and squeezed through my underpants the front of my old fat pussy.

"Please, don't." I protested.

Again the knife of the other young white boy was dabbing at my throat. I now was certain I was defenceless and had to give in to their horny desires. The young white boy ordered me to loosen my skirt; I unbutton it and unzipped it. He pulled it down until my skirt was wrapped around my ankles. 

Then I felt the cold steel of the knife between my underpants and the skin of my fat black pussy. With one short cut he tore my underpants with the knife. I held my breath as I felt a few fingers between my fat old black pussy lips slid, wriggling them. 

The fingers felt soft and warm. I felt one finger slid inside my old fat black pussy, pumping in and out. I couldn't help it, but it awakened an exiting feeling at me. I hadn't felt such feeling for a very long time. I began to moan. The finger began to move some faster and I felt the thumb of the young white boy fondle the swollen knob of my fat old black pussy. My moaning became groaning now. 

The other young white boy grabbed both my big black boobs and began to suck one of my large nipples. It was breathtaking, one massaging and sucking my big black boobs, the other one busy with my fat old black pussy. 

My mind wasn't able to be aware of situation I was in; I only felt aroused by those two horny young boys and in a mindless ecstasy I was completely swept in it. I leaned some further against the wall of the storehouse and spread out my massive black legs some more apart to made the pumping finger inside my old fat black pussy more accessible. My breath became heavier and I felt the tensing grow inside of me. My old fat black pussy was very hot now and I began to tremble. I let it happen. 

I gave a loud cry when I felt my hot fluid stream. I leaned now with both hands on one of the young white boy when I completely gave my orgasm free of charge. I sobbed during it, that intense was this long forgotten marvellous experience.

I didn't protest when the young white boy, which I was leaning at, lifted one massive black leg of my. Oh no, shameless I did cooperate when he pushed the thick head of his short hard on against my old fat black wet pussy lips. I leaned against the wall of the storehouse again, lifting my massive black leg some wider to gave him access. 

I wanted him to do so. I wanted him to put his young, horny short thick dick inside me. 

I was in such an arouse that I almost was thankful when I felt the thick head of his hard on slid between my wet old fat black pussy lips. I remember grabbing both his buttocks with my hands, pushing his horny thick dick between my mighty black thighs. 

Now his hard dick was completely inside my fat old black pussy; it felt really fantastic. Just the feeling that I, a heavily overweight black old woman of 63, penetrated by a horny young white hard dick, took me far from reality. I shamelessly began to move my abdomen, enjoying contented the pumping of the horny young white boy's dick between my old fat black pussy lips. 

Each time he pushed forwards, I tugged his buttocks with a short firm push against my big round fat black belly. Each time an impudent groan escaped from my mouth as I felt his short thick pressed complete inside my old fat black pussy. 

The horny young white boy was holding both hands on my big broad hips and was groaning also each time he penetrated me deeply. We were moving faster and faster. My old fat black pussy was pretty moist now and the pumping inside of me gave exciting noises. 

A last powerful thrust of the horny young white boy stopped; I felt his energetic hot sperm shot into my old fat black pussy. Groaning I received it with unashamed satisfaction, that was my lust for that moment. 

The horny young white boy redraws from me and I stayed a while in the same position, relish that strong exiting feeling I got.

I was forgotten the other young white boy until I felt his horny skinny white body pressing against me. Before I knew it, he pressed his large hard dick against my old wet fat black pussy lips. 

Still far from this earth and not really aware the circumstances I was in, I almost automatically spread my big mighty legs some further apart to receive the second hard dick inside my shameless old fat black pussy. 

One powerful push filled me completely. 

This one felt different. As the other horny young white dick stretched my old fat black pussy by it's thickness, this one reached a spot inside it I hadn't had felt before. 

I was completely swept away by this prodigious affect and I strongly grabbed the horny young white boy by the hips, shameless pushing him against my big round black belly to get his astonishing large hard one deep inside me to feel it over and over again. I groaned loudly each time I felt it tap against that spot inside my old fat black pussy. 

I became unabashed horny and my old fat black pussy was sure on fire now. I had nothing else in mind then feel the horny young white boy's remarkable hard dick pumping me, poking against that exiting spot inside me. 

I shameless cried out as I felt that explosion inside me. An immense shiver took possession of me when I had my broiling orgasm. I desperate clamped the horny young white boy who was uninterrupted still pumping my ejaculated old fat black pussy.

I had this irrepressible desire to receive his seed in me; as to complete this extremely vigorous experience I had. 

I shameless encouraged the horny young white boy. "Shoot!" I cried, "Shoot your load!" 

He was really fast pumping my old fat black pussy now and with a kind of contentment I groaned with him as he gushed his sperm inside my satisfied old fat black pussy. I was content now and really not aware were I was.

Vaguely I felt the horny young boy's large dick redraw out of my filled old fat black pussy. It seemed from far away I heard both young white boys' laugh. 

One laughed: "I really think we did this old fat bitch a big favour."

"Yeah", the other responded: "we really did. Hey, old fat bitch, we're next week same time here again if you want some more!"

I hardly heard the two young white boys leave and they were gone before I became aware were I was. 

Here I stood, an old fat black woman of 63, standing here with mixed emotions in that dark, desolate alley. Her large boobs hanging out of her unbuttoned blouse, her skirt around her ankles and her underpants torn. I felt the sperm of the two young white boys dripping out of my old fat black pussy, forming a thick white spore downwards between my obese mighty thighs. Fully aware now of my shameless behaviour.

That was exact a week ago; now again I'm standing before the entrance of that dark, desolate alley. As I said, sometimes I don't understand myself. But I took the first step into that alley and went further in; I should have known better! 



A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story Ch. 04



Elevator Dreams

I'm flattered by the many nice and inspiring responses of the stories I wrote so far. Many are from men, some of women. I've received one from a woman of my own age. She is, just like me, a fat black old woman. We've started a chat session and she told me about a young white man, who lives in the same apartment building. I encouraged her to write down her fantasy about him. She asked me if I could edit it for her and permitted me to submit it with my other stories. Here it is!

It's some time ago I'd visited your site and read the story about the fat black old woman with her young white lover. I read a lot and like stories; sometimes I search the Internet and download an Ebook. And by searching I ended at this site and my curiosity brought me by the story. Well, it took my breath; I've downloaded it, printed it, and read it many times. It awakened my deep hidden feelings and described my secret wish, completely surrender to that psychical pleasure with a man; it kept my mind busy. I also must admit, when I read the story, I was jealous of the woman and her young white lover. 

After reading the story, and especially the advice in the end, I've observed men in my surrounding. Unfortunately no men gave me that eye which gave me hope to fulfill my needs. Finally I may have something interesting to tell. Live has his surprises and it didn't pass my door.

I'm also a fat black old woman, divorced and live for twenty years alone. My two children left home long ago to settle their own family and made me a grandmother of three. It's a pity they don't live near and my communication with them is mostly by phone or by Internet. I see them a few times a year when I visit them or they visit me. Sometimes I feel very lonely. Although at the age of sixty-three, my sexual feelings didn't fade over the years. In the first years after my divorce I had a lover now and then, but when I passed the age of 50, nobody seemed to find attraction in my fat black old body. In any case, I thought they weren't and in case they did, I didn't notify. 

About six weeks ago I came home from my weekly grocery shopping; I do this every Thursday. I live in a big apartment on the seventh floor and have to take the elevator to get to my house, the first apartment on that floor. In my arms I held two paper grocery bags and had trouble pushing the button of the elevator. Some young white man stood next to me, I think he was in his mid thirty, and pushed the button of the elevator to get it up. He had a sign of authority I admire in men. I'm a very shy woman, a type that fits to authority. 

We stepped in the elevator, he pushed the button of the third floor, and with some strain I pushed it of the seventh floor. Nothing was said between us; I only saw the young white man, staring at my voluptuous boobs. They looked even bigger because my coat was open and the two paper grocery bags seemed to push my voluptuous boobs more in front as they usably do. And I saw this young white man staring at them and then again in my eyes, somewhat imperative. And when they look that way, with some man I feel a powerful instigation to obey. I don't know what is, but I think it's in my nature to serve. And if it is, somehow I know what the man's wishes are without telling me. I think it's my urge to make him contented. 

It's very long ago I had that feeling. I live alone for over twenty years now and from then I always made my own decisions. The last time I had that feeling was when I was married with my ex-husband. So it was a very strange feeling when I notified I had this with this young white man again. Somehow I could feel this young white man would like to lay his hands on my voluptuous boobs. He was staring at me intensely. 

I'm a submissive woman and as I had to obey, I did one step forward to him so he could touch them. But he didn't respond. I was too shy to ask him if he wanted too; I was just waiting for him to act. But he didn't; he just kept staring. 

I was a little confused and I stepped back again thinking I probably wrong in this, feeling inconvenient I estimated it wrong. I felt a kind of relief when the elevator stopped on the third floor and this young white man stepped out. When I arrived on the seventh floor I went into my house with a strange feeling that kept with me for the rest of the day. 

That night I had my first weird dream:

I was standing in the elevator with both paper grocery bags in my arms; the young white man was also in the elevator. I remember the elevator did raze very slowly. The young white man smiled at me, I could see he had nice blue eyes. His friendly look changed suddenly; I saw signs of lust in his eyes. Suddenly he pushed the stop button of the elevator and stepped forwards to me. I took one step back and noticed I was trapped in the corner of the elevator. I was wearing an open coat with beneath it a blouse and a skirt. It was a bit of imminent but for some reason I had no control over me. The young white man stood in front of me and grabbed me by my voluptuous boobs. For some reason I was frozen; still holding the paper grocery bags in both arms. I think I was dazed for that moment. 

It was just like a silent movie; no word was said. The young white man massaged my voluptuous boobs and I remembered it wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, I notified my nipples became hard and I felt a tinseling in my body. Then the young white man unbuttoned my blouse. He pushed down the front side of my bra and my big black boobs popped out of it. With both hands he grabbed one of my big black boobs and with his thumb and forefinger he began to squeeze my big dark brown nipple for a while. After doing the same with my other boob the young white man began to suck them, bite them and then suck them again, one by one. 

Still standing with the paper grocery bags in both arms, I was fascinated by the actions of this man. As if my groceries where more important that the chastity of my body, I let him do with me what he desired for that moment. It excited me and I was fixed on his movements. I have that touch of submissive, letting this young white man touching me this way. I even felt some wetness between my fat pussy lips come. 

I could have let go of my groceries and punched him or put a powerful knee at his cross. But I didn't, that's not in my nature. On the contrary, deep inside I felt the instigation that he would go on. Still standing like a statue with the paper grocery bags, waiting what next would happen, I felt the arms of the young white man reach upon my waist. 

Still fixed I notified that he unbuttoned my skirt, pulled the zipper of it down and then I felt this man pulling down my skirt until it felt upon my ankles. The next move he made was pulling my underpants down over my big black ass until it hangs upon my ankles. I stepped out of it. The next thing I felt was his feet against the inner side of my right feet. By pushing it, my legs were spread. I remembered holding my breath when this young white man touched my gray fizzy pubic hair and did slit a few fingers between my fat black pussy lips. 

I was glad my pussy was already some juicy. As obviously, still holding those paper grocery bags in my arms, I automatically bend a little more my knees as if I would let the young white man had easier access between my pussy lips with his fingers. I don't exactly know how he did it, but I felt two or three fingers inside my pussy pumping and with his thumb and forefinger he massaged my swollen clit. It felt that good that I couldn't hold back a loud moan and some more of my juices began to flow.

It must been a bizarre sight; me, a fat black old woman of sixty three, there standing with her paper grocery bags still in both arms, being fingered by this white young man. And what was more bizarre, I enjoyed it! My moans became heftier and I felt a hot tinseling inside my fat pussy; my breathing became heavier and my tummy automatically followed the rhythm of his pumping fingers inside of me. 

I remember I came with a loud groan; my body trembled as I ejaculated; I felt my juices flow and dripping from between my fat black pussy lips. I had my eyes closed and when I notified this white young man removed his fingers from my soaking pussy.

I opened my eyes and saw him smile at me. Slowly he brought his fingers to my mouth. I opened my mouth and one by one he putted them in it, licking them off one by one. 

I was still staggered when this man pushed the button of the elevator; it stopped again and this white young man stepped out. I couldn't remember which floor it was. The doors closed again and went further up. I was still standing there as this man has left me until the elevator stopped at the seventh floor and the doors opened...

Then I wake up, it took me quite a while to recover. I realized it was just a dream, but sure an intense one. I notified by my surprise I had an orgasm during this dream, I felt wetness between my thighs and when I raised the quilt, a heavy smell of my juices raised upon it. 

I slipped my hand inside my underpants en felt between my fat black pussy lips. Indeed it was wet! I took my hand back and smelled on it. Oh yes, it really had a strong smell. I still had that prodigious feeling. With years absent of fulfillment of passion with a man now and then I got an orgasm in a dream, but as heavy I got with this dream I never had. 

My heart still was strong beating and I tried to breath deeply to calm down. When I got some more control, I went out of my bed, went to the bathroom to clean myself, and changed my smelly underpants. Then I went back to bed and tried to sleep again. But this weird dream kept me busy and kept repeating in my head. 

In the morning I stood up and took my breakfast. During that morning the dream kept my mind busy and I took place behind my computer; started the word processor and wrote down this weird dream. After doing that I got some relief in my head.

It was about a week later when I came back from grocery shopping I got some other weird dream:

Again I was standing in the elevator again with two paper grocery bags in my arms. Though it was a warm day, I only wore a blouse and a skirt. Just before the elevator doors closed, the same young white man I dreamed before of, stepped in. Again he looked at me with a big smile and I nodded back. I was just staring at him. 

I saw the man pushed the stop button of the elevator. As if I knew what would happen, I let this white young man unbutton my blouse. He putted his hands in my big bra and took my voluptuous black boobs out. A lust within me rose when he twiddled them and variable squeezing them. By the time he began to suck them, my big dark brown nipples felt rock hard and I notified the first drops of juices filling my underpants. 

I had my eyes closed to concentrate on this marvelous feeling. I opened my eyes when this young white man stopped and grabbed me by the arm. With a little push of him I understand he wanted me down on my knees. I still had the paper grocery bags in my arms and he helped me to get down. When I sat on my knees, I got loose of the grocery paper bags and looked up against the young white man, waiting for his demand.

Sitting there in front of him on my knees it wasn't for me a guess what he wanted from me. Although very long ago, I've been in that position many times before, pleasing my husband in front of me that moment. Just like in the other dream I was obedient; willing to do whatever this young white man demands. To be honest, I experienced it as a very thrilling.

I waited in silence when this young man unzipped his pants, then exposing something I hadn't seen for many years. A proud huge white hard dick was just a few inches from my face and I really was impressed. By my surprise it was completely hairless, no pubic hair at all. Just the sight of his measure gave my fat black old body an immense tinseling and wetted my underpants even more. 

Also in this dream, no word was said but I knew this young white man's desire. Fixed on this stunning hard piece of white meat, I reached out for it and touched it. I can't describe exactly what went through me, but you will assume I've got very exited. I hadn't touch such a firm dick for over more then fifteen years, so you may believe I was more then willing to fulfill this white young man's need. 

Also it was for the first time I saw a white man's dick; my former lovers were black and I hadn't got the opportunity to observe a white dick until now. Although a dream, something in my sub consciousness did stir this heavily over weighted black old woman strongly. And sure, I wasn't disappointed. If this young white man's hard on was an average for white men, no woman would have any complain about its size. This one easily could compete with a black man's dick in any case; it turned me on a lot! 

I clasped my right hand upon this delightful present and began softly to stroke it. I took my time, up... down, up... and down again. I cupped his balls, softly squeezing them. When I saw the first pre cum oozing out of the slid of his forehead, I bended forward and licked it off with the tip of my tongue. 

With my two fingers around his big stick and still cupping his balls, this young white man almost impatient pressed his massive hard on against my mouth. I was still aware of his desire but wanted to take my time to get the maximum joy of this delightful peace of meat. For this moment my existence seemed to be based on pleasing this young white man. I was fixed on it and whatever his wishes were. I would obey and accomplish. 

I began to lick the shaft of his hard on, sometimes softly bit on it. I cautiously observed the reactions of the young white man; my dedication was to give him total satisfaction of his needs. And be honest, what fat black old woman of sixty three would, sitting on her knees in an elevator, pleasure a white young man's full-size hard dick; maybe a few among the thousands of them on this earth. 

And although it was a weird dream, I found great pleasure in it. I continued my licking and I did well as I noticed; with short intermissions I could hear this young white man's groans, which spurred me to do even better. I knew how to increase the lust of this man and I finally did what he desired most, putting his hard dick into my mouth. 

I opened my mouth, wrapped his delightful large hard dick around my big lips, and slowly began to suck on it. First at the swollen head, then licking, and nibbling on it. Variable I deep throated this young white man's large hard dick. But it was that large that I could only swallow half of it; I'm a woman capable of putting a man's dick deep in the throat without puking, but the size of this one was too much for me. 

In any case, by hearing the increase of this young white man's groans, he seemed very contented with my treatment. I wrapped my lips a bit firmer around his large hard dick, and made movements as giving him a hand job with my mouth! The reactions of this young white man exited me very and it pleased me a lot. As I paused for a second to get any breath, the man began to mouth fuck me. His fierce large dick began to expand even more that it already was and I notified the tense of it.

I knew by experience that it wouldn't be long he would inject his load into my mouth. I began zealous sucking the young man's large hard dick, as it was my mission to give him that desired relief. I stilled cupped his balls, and I could feel the stir of the need to release the cargo. Although I was prepared to receive this (and willing too) it's always an unexpectedly surprise when a woman's mouth becomes injected with a man's sperm. 

This white young man had a lot in stock; still with my big mouth lips around his large spurting dick, my mouth was that filled with his semen that his sperm was gushing out of my mouth while his large hard dick kept filling it. It came down in torrents and I could feel it flow from my chin upon my massive black boobs. 

It exited me; I felt a great orgasm myself. My underpants became really wet. I had done as this young white man desired from me. I had the consciousness that I had done my job very well. I felt glorious but also a bit humble that a fat black old woman like me had the opportunity to get this young white man his desired relief. 

My chin and massive black boobs were overflowed with his thick sperm and I swallowed what's left in my mouth. I looked up against the young white man; I was still holding his now half erected, bald dick with my fingers. He nodded at me; I knew what my last assignment was. His large dick was covered with his seed and carefully I began to clean it with my tongue. 

As done the young white man putted his dick back in his pants, pushed the button of the elevator and stepped out when it stopped. It was the third floor I notified in a flash. Before he left, he pushed the button again and the doors closed again. There I sat, a fat black old woman of sixty-three, with chin and her massive black boobs covered by the young white man's seed, on the floor of the elevator, still thrilled what just happened...

I wake up from this rare dream; again still heavy breathing and with a pounding heart. While lying in bed, I repeated this dream as it was a film I was watching. I was wondered by the question how this young white man knew at what floor I live. I remembered, when I sat alone on my knees in the elevator, it stopped on the seventh floor! 

As by the other dream, I slid one hand in my underpants to notify again I had a huge orgasm during this exiting dream. When I was eased down a bit I went to the bathroom to clean my wet pussy. 

In a spur of the moment I decided to get rid of my gray fizzy pubic hair and shaved my pussy bald. It felt very nice. After that I got me fresh underpants. 

By experience I knew, when I would return to bed, I wouldn't get to sleep. I started the computer and wrote down this exceptional dream in the word processor. Although weird, again it was for me a very pleasant dream and an acceptable replacement of lack of real sexual experience. I think I should grocery shopping often than once a week! 

Some days later I had my next weird dream:

I came back from grocery shopping and stepped in the elevator again with two grocery shopping bags in my arms. It was very warm that day, and again I was wearing a thin blouse and a thin skirt. I stepped at the back corner of the elevator and bended down to put down the grocery bags on the floor. 

As I was doing so, I heard a quick step behind me. Someone who want get into the elevator before the doors closed, I guessed for that moment. I heard the doors closed. Just when I got loose of the two grocery paper bags, and prepared to get upward again, I felt a strong hand holding me down by my neck. 

I became frightened to be robbed. I felt another hand on my huge ass and that hand was squeezing and massages them. Then I knew it was the young white man again. 

My submissive state of mind immediately took possession of me, obliging again to co-operate with his desires. There was no other way for me, it gave me great satisfaction I was the one to fulfill it. The thought of it that I, a fat black old woman of sixty three, was chosen to satisfy this young white man's lust. It aroused me and was desirous waiting what he would do with me. 

To make myself some comfortably. I leaned with both hands against the wall of the elevator, still bending forwards, looking at the floor. I knew he wanted me to stay in that position. The young white man notified I was co-operated and let loose of the hand in my neck. 

Now with both hands he fondled my huge black ass and sometimes giving it small slaps. It was a stunning feeling; my bald fat pussy got moistens. Now the young white man lifted my skirt above my huge ass and began to pull down my underpants, until it was wrapped upon my ankles. 




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I lifted my right feet and with one hand I removed my underpants from it, and then from my left feet. Then I leaned back to the elevator wall and spread my legs for the young white man. I notified he was contended. Immediately after I was in position again, I felt his hand between my massive thighs, first stroking the inner side of my bulky legs. It was a very pleasing feeling for this fat black old woman and I notified that my juices increased. 

Slowly I felt the young white man's hand stroking directing my fat bald pussy. He placed his fingers between my wet fat black pussy lips and began to play with them; pushing it, pulling it and squeezing at my swollen clit. I was thankful to be the object of his desire and it thrilled me. I slowly began to move with my abdomen by the rhythm if his fondling fingers. 

I heard the zipper his pants go down and a few seconds later I felt his hard on slapping on my big fat ass. I knew that soon this young man's hard dick would be penetrated into my fat black bald pussy and I was very pleased by the thought of it. This thought moistened my pussy even more! To make easier access for the young white man's hard on, I was standing on both toes and lifted my huge black ass as high as possible. Then I waited... 

I felt his hard on slid between my fat black buttocks, lowering down until it pointed right before the entrance of my wet pussy hole. I felt the tip of it pressing against it and stood as still as I was able to. It wasn't easy; I was that hot, my massive body was trembling all over. 

I felt the head of the young white man's hard on slid between my black fat pussy lips; the head of his dick was now penetrating into my moistened pussy hole. I was happy my pussy was rather wet because being not being penetrated for so many years my pussy was quite tight. For a while the young man held the head of his hard dick softly moving at the entrance of my fat black pussy; then he pulled it out as far as the tip of it, waited for a moment, and then with one firm push he shove his rigid whopper completely into my wet pussy. 

The young white man's rock hard dick was large as I told you, and when all it was inside my pussy, I could feel it bump against the entrance of my womb. My breath was taken and I nearly bumped my head against the elevator wall. 

I didn't want to offend the young white man because I wanted as well as I could to serve his desire. So quickly I took position again, forwards leaning with both hands against the elevator wall and standing upon my toes as motionless as I could be. 

As an obeying woman I knew this young white dominating man's desire was to be the one in control and take the action him selves. And it was my desire too to serve him that way. I felt it as quite exceptional this young white man had chosen me to be submissive to his vigorous desire. It aroused me immensely and stimulated my juices a lot. 

The young white man began to pump me with his large hard dick; just taking it out slowly until just the head of it remains into my fat black pussy. Then waiting for a second of so, for then pump his large hard dick with sturdy power again completely into my accessible fat black pussy. It went on continuously, used to this rhythm I could stay motionless in position the pumping of his indefatigable hard whopper. 

It exited me so, and every time it penetrated deep inside my fat black pussy, I gave a loud moan. I notified it contended the young white man. It encouraged me to let loose completely. I felt a powerful orgasm come and my juices ran freely now. I could smell the heavy scent of it fill the space of the elevator even as the loud raw groan escaped from my mouth when I came. 

My fat black old body shook tremendously. This young man really had a phenomenal stamina; he kept continuous pumping me with his large hard dick, his heavy balls slapping between my thighs as his whopper invaded my fat black pussy again. The rhythm of his pumping accelerated as I could feel his hard on swollen more. I knew the ejaculation of this young white man could come any moment now, and with my trembling fat black old body, I contented waited to receive his desired relief. 

It was powerful and a lot; his injection into my black fat pussy seemed to last forever. It felt hot and plenty inside me. The groans of this young white man told me he enjoyed filling me up with his sperm. His large hard dick stayed for quite a while into my fat black pussy until he dropped his last semen into me. Until then I stayed as still as good be, staring at the ground of the elevator to let him enjoy filling me up. It gave me great satisfaction to be the object of his pleasure in this.

With some regret I notified he pulled his delicious dick out of my fat black pussy. As he did, I felt his semen gushing out of my fat black old pussy. As I still stood spread I notified his sperm streamed on the floor of the elevator. As I was fixed on it, I didn't notify that the young white man had zipped his pants again and had pushed the button of the elevator. 

I just notified it when the elevator stopped and the young white man disappeared through the elevator doors. Before I could turn around the doors were closed again and I felt the elevator ran upwards. I kneeled down, grabbing my underpants and wiped off my still dripping pussy. Then I wiped the sperm, produced by the young white man, from the bottom of the elevator floor with it. I just had time to fold my wet underpants when the elevator stopped at the seventh floor. Somehow the young white man must know I live on that floor. When the doors opened I grabbed my paper grocery bags in both arms and stepped out of the elevator...

Well, it seemed a weird, hefty dream again, also this time I notified that my black fat pussy was soaking wet from this dream. It became almost a weekly routine that I had to stand up in the middle of the night, cleaning my black fat pussy and change underpants. I took my time to write this satisfying dream into my word processor.

It was just a few days after this last dream I met this young white man again by my surprise in the elevator. I wasn't wearing any paper grocery bags, because I only went to the mall to drink a cup of coffee and treat myself a big piece of cake. I do that often and it's one of my weaknesses. I think this kind of treating is a compensation for being alone. I do this for many years and it's one of the reasons I can't get control over my weight and grew fatter in the years. I scent that same dominancy look in the eyes of the young white man when he looked at me en then my large boobs. 

Without delay that submissive behavior took possession of me, the recognition of the young white man's desire to grab me by my large boobs and my obeying nature to fulfill his wish. Again this time no word was said between us, just his lusty looks at my large boobs. The urge to serve his wishes was strongly present with me but I was too shy to make clear to this young white man that my large boobs were available at his command for his desire. 

But also this time he didn't act. To pretend it was hot in the elevator I unbuttoned the two upper buttons of my thin blouse and did a step forward to him. I was too shy to look at him, but I could feel that he was right looking into the deep cleavage between my large black boobs. 

Although it must be clear to this young white man I offered them to him, nothing happened. The elevator stopped and the man stepped out on the third floor. The doors closed again and in an impulse I opened the doors again and stepped out too. 

I was watching this young man stepping onto the gallery to get to his home. I was certain he notified me watching him. Actually, I suspected the man would give me a wink to follow him to his home, because he didn't want give in to his desire to grab me by the boobs in the elevator and preferred to do that at home. But he didn't and disappeared in his apartment. It was the third on the gallery I remembered. I went back to the elevator and went to my apartment also, a bit disappointed. 

I was confused, I was certain this young white man's desire was to play with my large black boobs and probably some more fun with my fat old black body. Sure my submissive instinctive told me my feelings about his desire was true. I was urged to obey to the young white man's desire. The fact that he didn't respond puzzled me. I had a restless sleep that night.

The next day it didn't leave my mind and I had another restless sleep. When I woke up I could only ascertained one thing: it wasn't clear enough for this young man I was available for his desire to satisfy. An idea spontaneously entered my mind. I let my pc ran, started the word processor and read the first weird dream I wrote. I made some corrections and when I was satisfied with it, I printed it. Then I putted it in a blank envelope, took the elevator, and putted the envelope into the young white man's mailbox. I was certain, when he read this dream, he would understand he could give up to his passion for my large black boobs and even more if that was his desire. The written dream was clear enough I would be completely obey to his wishes.

I suspected this young man would not come during the day but pay me a visit by evening, to fulfill his desire with me. So I prepared myself, shaved my fat black pussy again, took a long hot bath, and dressed me in a tight black skirt and a thin yellow blouse. I knew that I looked sensual in it, anyway for those who like the look of a fat black old woman of sixty-three. This young white man was one of them, I was clear about it. 

I was disappointed when he didn't show up that evening. Suddenly I panicked by the though I maybe putted the envelope with the first weird dream in the wrong mailbox. But I was certain I didn't. Again I had a restless night. It kept puzzling me all day long. As it was possible the young white man could show up in the evening, I prepared myself, and putted on the same outfit. But again I went disappointed to my bed. 

The next day something entered my mind; of course, in the description of the first dream it was I, who got satisfy by the young white man. Although his desire, he did pleasure me by fondling and sucking my big black boobs, and finally bring me to an orgasm with his fingers by fondling me between my fat black pussy lips, and massaging my clit. He may had some joy in it but hadn't find relief in it himself. That's it!

I went to my pc and started the word processor; combined the two other dreams, read it, corrected it, read it and correct it again. I didn't forget to mention that I lived on the seventh floor in the first apartment. I emphasized my wished submissive part to his desire in these dreams a little bit more and then I was content. After reading it for the last time, I printed it and putted it in a blank envelope. Then I took the elevator and posted the envelope in the young white man's mailbox; I took good care I was certain I putted it in the right one.

Although prepared again, the young white man didn't show up that evening. I suppose he was busy or had to think it over. I realized I had taken an enormously risk by being a laugh from this young white man and maybe others in the building too. Well, I could always say that some sick fool had it on his conscience.

It became a routine to prepare myself. It was a few days later and already half past nine when I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself, and changed my clothes into a thin dressing gown. Just when I left the bathroom, I heard the doorbell rang. My breath stopped and also my heart it seemed. Then my heart started pounding immense. No visitors were foreseen except the young white man! 

My body was trembling when I opened the door. The young white man stood in the doorway and then stepped in. When I had closed the door, I didn't dare to look at him and stood in the hallway in front of him, my head bended and looking at the floor. I strongly could feel his dominancy and immediately a deep submissive sensation took possession of me. 

The young white man walk into the living room and I followed him, feeling very shy but with a joy that's hard to illustrate. The young white man stopped in front of my fauteuil and turned around towards to me. I stood there, still my head a little bended. No word were said but I notion he wanted me out of my dressing gown.

Many things went through my mind; this young white man did receive the envelope and read the dreams. And now, he actually stood here in my living room, demanding my servitude, my submissive to his desire. And I was thorough willing to comply with this desire. My dressing gown felt on the ground and I stepped out of my slippers. 

I didn't ware underpants because it seemed to be of no use with the wetting elevator dreams I had. And here I stood, a heavily overweight old black woman of sixty-three, completely in the nude for this young white man. And this was for real, I realized, no dream at all! 

I notified the young white man wanted me to undress him. I stepped forward and first I loosened his shoes, removing them, and then began to unbutton his shirt. My fingers trembled when I did this, but it seemed the young white man didn't notify. Then I loosened the band waist and pulled down the zipper of his fly. I pulled down his trousers and he stepped out of it. 

I kneeled in front of him, helped him out of his underpants, and removed his socks. No word was said and I hadn't looked at him yet. Still on my knees I looked up; the young white man was looking down at me and I bended my head a little. 

To be honest, I was a little confused but also thrilled. I notified his dick was full erected. And, by my surprise, just as in the dream completely hairless. Sitting there on my knees in front of him, I saw how huge it was; not just in length but particularly by its distension. It was worthily to call it a whopper and I was pleased to be submitted to it. 

I reached out a hand and then another to touch it. It was very powerful and like a sacred icon I stroke with the tip of the fingers from both my hands along the shaft to discover. With indulging, I examined the young white man's impressive organ. I never had thought that I, a big fat old black woman at the age of sixty three, ever would touch a white man's dick, and what kind of dick! It excited that much that I felt my clit swollen and my fat bald black pussy wetted. With all fingers I stroke his balls, pulling it softly, taking this fabulous tool into my memory. 

A pat on my head told me I was still submissive to the young white man, not only to his imposing hard on. I knew he wanted me to use my mouth to pleasure it. I was just for a moment fixed on this marvelous large peace of meat that I forgot all about its owner. And with my submissive nature I will obey this young white man. 

I higher myself a bit upon my knees, opened my mouth and began to lick on the mighty fleshy stick in front of me. I hadn't had to hold his hard on because it stood as rigid as it could be. I knew many men like it this way, just the touch of a woman's warm wet tongue stroking aside the shaft, nothing else. When my tongue reached the top of his shaft, I took care that my mouth was wetted and took the head in my mouth. After an intense suck, I repeated licking the young white man's shaft. 

Sometimes I vary by softly biting the shaft and I notified that the young white man was very content. He lowered himself and took place into the fauteuil, leaning backwards. I crawled towards to him on my knees and placed my big black boobs one by one upon his thighs. 

Although the young white man's impressive hard on was large, it disappeared three-quarter between my voluptuous black boobs. 

Leaning forwards, I began assiduously suck on his large hard dick. I pumped my head up and down, up and down, trying to take this impressive solid peace of meat as far as I good into my wet mouth. I hold it there for a while, sucking as strongly my mouth could. I did a good job I notified contented, the moans of the young white man changed into groans and I felt his luscious solid hard on swollen even more. 

I putted a finger just behind his balls and I notified it was stirring there. It could be any moment the young white man would get his relief. 

For a moment I was in some doubt; should I stop now so he could recover some and then go on, and, if I let him go on, should I let him fill up my mouth or let him discharge in my face. I wasn't sure and with my submissive nature I had the desire to do the right thing for him. 

But I didn't have to make a decision anymore; I felt the first fluid semen of the young white man squirt into my mouth, followed by more and more. It felt hot, thick, sweet, and such a large amount! My mouth was brimful and I swallowed the load to notify by surprise that there was more to come. 

Doing my best to swallow it all, I couldn't prevent his sperm dripping out of my mouth; splashing upon my large black boobs. The young white man seemed to be very pleased; he let some heavy sighs and I was delighted to be chosen to bring him that relief. It was many, many years that a man had his relief into my mouth; I was pleased. I always have been fond of receiving a man's sperm into my mouth because it gave me a proud feeling I'm able to bring a man that far. It felt like a rewarding.

I felt a bit tired; I'm not the youngest anymore, I notified. I was pleased then, when the young white man gestured me to change places. I took place into the fauteuil leaning backwards with my huge black ass in front of the seat of the chair, waiting what he had in mind. The young white man set himself sideward of the fauteuil. He looked at me, not saying anything; I looked back and stayed silent too. 

I was still excited, lying there with my heavily overweight old black body, waiting for what he would demand. The young white man bended forwards against on the armrest of the fauteuil. I understand what he was expecting from me. He seemed to be so content that he wanted another mouth fuck from me. 

I turned my face sideward and grabbed with my right hand the young white man's half erected large dick. I kneaded it for a while and then putted it again into my mouth. It felt very sticky from his just received relief. I began to suck it. 

It's an advantage young men have a strong libido; I was pleased when I felt his large hard dick grow into my mouth. It was filled up shortly! It exited me to that a fat black old woman like me was able to bring this white young man's large dick in such a short time ready for active service again. 

With great fervor I began to suck it harder and harder until was at his maximum hardness. The young white man pulled his hard on out of my mouth and I looked at him; waiting what his next demand would be. Presumably he didn't want to get relief again into my mouth and submissively I waited at his instruction. 

He gestured me to lie down on the ground, just between the fauteuil and the salon table. I knew what the young white man wanted; it excited me very much and it did stir up my juices even more. He's going to put his large hard dick into my pussy, I thought. My first white, large hard dick! The thought that I would experience at the age of sixty-three a young white man's hard large dick, was beyond any hope of getting any dick anymore. 

The young white man gestured me to lay one foot on the seat of the fauteuil and the other feet on the salon table. There I lay, my massive legs wide spread, my fat black bald pussy completely exposed for the young white man, submissive obliging to do whatever this young white man's wishes were. 

And whatever he wishes for that moment, I would give it to him. I felt a heavy thrill running through my fat black old body when the young white man kneeled between my fat black thighs. He grabbed his solid whopper and putted in front of my accessible fat black pussy. 




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The swollen head of the young white man's hard dick entered my wet bald pussy. Slowly I felt this marvelous whooper shove inch by inch inside my pussy. 

"This is real", I realized; "Real real!" 

I can't describe my feelings but after many, many years of lack getting a large hard dick shoved inside of my pussy, made it delirious for me. I just didn't knew what to do; I moaned and groaned, raised my hands behind me and grabbed the under site of the couch to get a grip. 

I began to move my big round tummy, fierce up and slowly down, fierce up and slowly down again. Every time I moved my abdomen ferocious up I felt completely filled with the young white man's rock-solid whopper. Because my fat black pussy wasn't penetrated for many years, it felt quite tight. 

Now it's being stretched by this delicious peace of hard meat. I felt my big clit pulsate and then... oh my, if heaven isn't the place to be so this was! 

I came in waves, I couldn't hold it back, but my juices streamed richly. When a man does a good job at me, I produce a lot and this definitely was one of them. My body shakes intensely and I notified the young white man was smiling broadly at me. He stopped pumping me and held his large hard whooper completely inside my coming pussy. 

When I had my body some under control, the young white man continued pumping me; in and out, in and out, in and out again. Although it is my wish to serve this young white man at my best, I was too thrilled, too excited, too much in heaven to move my abdomen. 

I lay there with my eyes closed just to enjoy this fabulous drilling hard peace of meat inside my fat black pussy. And drilled I became; it must be that this young white man had put a load of his semen already in my mouth before he delivered the next load. 

I felt a strong urge to receive that hot sticky sperm of his. Pumping, pumping, and pumping, in and out, in and out. I felt his whopper at every turn stroke along my swollen pussy and I felt I would come one more! 

Just by the time my juices began to flow richly again, I felt the heavy shots of the young man's sperm filled me inside. Strong, intense, plenty, surprisingly plenty. Again I began to shake, hefty, excited, and heavenly. 

I lie there for quite a while with my eyes closed, not able to react but just strongly after glowing of that delicious effect of being penetrated by such astounding hard whopper after so many years. 

I hardly notified that the young white man redraw outside of me and disappeared after putting his clothes on. Neither did I notified the big stream of sperm running out of my tingling fat black pussy, running along my big fat black ass onto the carpet. I just lie there, satisfied, contented, happy, glowing.

Some cramp in my right leg brought me back on earth, back in the living room, still with my spread legs and an oozing pussy on the ground. I realized the young white man has left. I hoped he was contented by me to get fulfillment of his desire. I was deeply remorseful I let go myself too much and didn't pay the proper attention to him as I wished to. 

But after so many years not being penetrated that way, I wasn't able to react otherwise. I only could hope he would understand and I may provide him in future. I lie on the carpet for quite a while. I cloud feel the hot sperm between my thighs get chilly and I stood up and went to the bathroom. I cleaned myself and went to the living room again to clean the smear of sperm from the carpet.

It was already past eleven but I was still too much thrilled what happened that evening that I took place behind the pc and wrote down what happened in the word processor. After that I was eased down enough to get a nice deep sleep.

From then on my doorbell rang once a week in the evening, sometimes more then once. I let the young white man in, standing in the hallway with a submissive posture, waiting patiently what his desire for the evening will be. 

And this heavily fat old black woman will obey him, over and over again and find much contentment in this. We don't talk, I just watch him to discover what his desire is and do my best to fulfill. 

I don't go out in the evening anymore; I wouldn't bare it if the young white man rang my doorbell and I wouldn't be there to serve his desire. It's conceivable for my friends that I don't pay visits to them at evenings at my age of sixty-three or receive visits from them. I even visit my children at their homes anymore; if they want to see me, they visit me at my home. They also understand that traveling isn't my issue anymore. 

I've solved the problem to remain available for the young white man, when having visits, by giving the young man my phone number. When he feels the need to satisfy his desire at me, he phones me and I make an acceptable excuse to visit him at his home. I'm very contented with this situation and find great enjoyment in it. I wear a pleased smile since then.

For those who a curious, yes, now and then I meet the young white man in the elevator when I come home from my weekly grocery shopping. And you may use your fantasy what happen when he pushes the stop button...

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If you're a young man with a curiosity for heavily overweight old black women and you see a one with a contented smile on her face, it may be me. Maybe it would be another large fat old black woman, who had the same luck to be frequently injected. They don't pay any attention at you because they have their regular needs fulfilled. However, if you see a large fat old black woman who gives you an eye, don't be uncertain, because you would make her very happy and she would be available for you over and over again! 



A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story Ch. 05



Angry

Yes, I'm angry. Angry at myself because I can't resist giving in to that dominate lust I experienced after years. It's that strong, that common sense is overpowered by the urge. Weekly now my ugly, fat old black body is the possessing of a young white stranger with a horny obsessing for it. I think it's an unhealthy desire and also cannot believe this young white man can find some attraction in it. And I give in to his sick desire, because I'm too weak to put an end to this. Let me explain:

I am a fat black old woman in her sixties, always being single because nobody ever wanted me. Life can be so unfair sometimes. I've always been fat, better said heavily overweight. I'm a kind of ugly, very tall and never attract eyes of men. I'm really an old fat, very big black woman, near 325 pounds. 

When I was around twenty and already very fat, I let me seduce me by a horny boy. I thought he liked me as a person but soon found out he was just curious about my big fat body. He deflowered me against the fence of his parental house within the minute and after that I never saw him again. 

A few years later I had a lover for one month, but regrettable found out he also had only interest in my big overweight black body. He let me do some very obscene things with him and I gave in to it, hoping some relation ship would be the reward in the end, but it didn't. And that's all of my experiences. Both had me just for their amusement. 

Life since then was work, eat a lot and I became heavier and heavier in the years, and had to amuse myself because no one else did. I'm retired since a couple of years. It's not fair for someone, who had strong sexual needs (and strangely I do), and not getting the opportunity to get any satisfaction. It made me a grouchy person in the years. Believe me, I tried everything to get attraction from men, tried to loose weight, followed diet after diet, but I didn't have the discipline to hold on to it and grew fatter and fatter. I'm now almost 325 pound and although old, I still could knock down a brick wall if necessary. Because I'm grouchy I'm a lonely person, I don't care anymore. I'm like, you mind your own business, and I mind mine. 

Sometime ago I was walking through the mall and I've got the feeling of being followed. I was irritated but curious. I know, because of my heavy weight en being a tall woman, I have a funny walk but nothing to be a laugh. I wiggle while walking and I'm aware that my whole body wobbles because of my wasteful fatness. I held still by a shop window and notify that a very young white man was watching me; I think he's in his mid twenties. He was an average type, not a stud, but just the type you wouldn't notice in public. He notified me too and quickly passed further. I waited for a few minutes and went on. 

About a quarter of an hour I saw him again, explicitly watching me as if I were some kind of spectacle. I got angry because it wasn't any respectful. I decided to buy me a cup of coffee (and of course a big piece of apple pie). I went into a restaurant and ordered so. I set myself down near the window and while joining the coffee and the pie; I noticed after a while the young white man also stepped into the restaurant. He set him down at another table. 

"This is my chance to get rid of him", I thought. 

I quickly eat the rest of the pie and drank up my coffee. I putted the money on the table, stood up, and walked my way to the door. It wasn't to avoid I had to pass the table the young white man was sitting by. 

When I nearly passed him, I heard him with a soft voice said: "Ma'am, I hope you're not offended, but I love big black women like you!" 

"Yeah, so!" I thought and felt my anger growing. 

"Make someone else laugh!" I answered and before he could answer, I disappeared through the door. 

I hadn't any appetite to go on shopping and quickly went home. I kept irritable the rest of the day. 

The next day I was irritable too. I had to go back to the mall because of the incident with the young white man. I had to buy some necessary I didn't when that young white man bothered me. After some time I notified the same young white man was following me again. I decided to put this to an end, stopped by a shop window and when this young white man was passing I turned around and grabbed him by the arm saying: "What sick person are you, stalking an old woman?"

Daringly the young white man answered: "Ma'am, as I told you yesterday, I love big black women like you." 

He looked at me freely, slurping my big overweight body with his eyes. I'd tried to cover my excessive fat body by closing my open coat as if that would conceal my fatness. I felt my anger raise and nearly gave him a punch. 

"Go find a psychiatrist with your unhealthy habit or find someone of your own age. Let this woman has her quiescent life." I bitched him. 

"Ma'am, I won't do either of that because I have you in mind. And I won't stop until I get what I desire." 

I was shocked and made a fist to knock him down. "Leave me alone or I call the cop.", I sassed. 

"That won't help", he answered quietly, "Someday you will give in to me." and walked away. 

I was speechless and that confused I forgot about the shopping and went into the same restaurant and eat two big peaces of pie. I then bought the necessary and went home.

I tried to banish this young white stranger from my mind but it didn't. No doubt he made a joke on me and was trying to find out how far he could get a lonely, overweight old black woman. It irritated me a lot. 

Every time I visited the mall he followed me. Despite of ignoring him, he persevered his unhealthy obsession for me. Always with that greedy look at me. I had to go to that mall at least weekly because it's nearby my house. And I'm limited mobile of my excessive weight. I don't have a car and have to take a bus or walk. The mall is only a ten-minute walk from home. 

I puzzled about this young white man's fixation. He became more freely and sometimes he walked, without saying a word to me, beside me for a while. Sometimes I turned around, but he kept following me. 

Because this young stranger besides bothering me did nothing that could speak against him, I couldn't get rid of him. I was tired of it. By the next time he walked beside me I grabbed him firmly by the arm and sasses: "You're irritating me a lot! Tell me what you want from me to leave me in peace!" 

He calmly answered: "I won't bother you again if you once offer me your delicious big body." 

I was shocked and speechless. I must have had loose hold of him because he was disappeared before I could react. 

Confused I did my shopping and went home. I kept shocked for the rest of the day by the words of that young white man. Never, no never I heard that freely daring. Those youngsters had no education these days! What does he think; just if he's horny for a woman's body he thinks she spread her legs for him? 

I got very angry and grouchy. For the next days it didn't leave my thoughts. I kept angry and grouchy about it, but during passing days I got mixed feelings about it. Me, a never wanted elderly, heavily overweight black woman, got stalked by a horny young white stranger in her retired days. And he wanted to possess this ugly, awesome big fat body. Strangely, I got a certain feeling below my belly but I ignored it.

Some weeks later, it was almost common now this young man walked for a while beside me, I heard him say: "Thought about it?" and was disappeared again.

I got irritated again; I even hadn't the chance to respond. It was repeated several times I was in the mall. I became hopeless and was tired of it. My mind gave in to the thought of giving this horny young white stranger what he wanted to get it over.

Only the question: "Thought about it?" made me desperate. 

He played it well, nothing pushing, but making me tired of it and not allow me to respond. I decide to buy extensive supplies and stayed away for three weeks from the mall.

It didn't help. The next time I entered the mall, the young white man stepped again beside me, saying: "Missed you ma'am, busy thinking it over?" 

I really became hopeless and in a pulse I answered: "Okay, I give up. Do what you please and then leave me in rest!" 

Sudden I realized what I just said and I became in some kind of panic. But before I could straiten it, the young white stranger managed to turn me around and said: "Lets go to your house." 

I was in a dazed confusion while walking with him, showing the way to my house. We stood inside my house before I realized what I offered this young white stranger. He seemed comfortably with it. 

I then got that indifferent behavior. It seemed I was fated to be the object of curiosity by horny young men for my awesome ugly fat body. 

"Let him have his fun." I thought, "Let him get loose of his lust for me. As soon he see my big fat naked body, he probably run out of this house and never bother me again." 

I took him to my bedroom after first persisted to let him shower; I took one after that. I stood there naked for him; hoping he was disgusted by the endless rolls of fat hanging from my overweight body. 

But nothing of that, I saw his lusty eyes absorb every inch of it. It surprised me; it flattered me a bit, but also irritated me. I realized I was standing completely naked in front of this horny young white stranger who nothing less expecting from me to lie down on my bed, open my old black fat thighs to satisfy his unhealthy lust at me. 

Somehow it didn't bother me; for me, men were like all men; just wanted to get rid of their horny lust, even if it was an old, massive fat black woman like me. I would lie on the bed for him; I would spread my big fat legs wide open for him; I would allow that he put his horny white hard dick between my fat black pussy lips; I would let him get rid of his fascination for me and let him deposit his load inside me as long as he leave me in peace afterwards. 

I settled myself on my bed, spreaded my legs and was staring at the wall in opposite of the young white stranger, not interested of what would come next.

I turned my head to look at this young white man; as I described he was an average type, a bit skinny, not tall, not hansom. I saw his eyes lustfully absorb my old black overweight body and notify he had an extensive hard on. 

I was surprised; still I'd expected this young white man would loose his interest in my ugly fat old body, seeing it's rolls of fat. But he didn't. 

"Come here, do your thing and leave me in peace!" I bitched him. 

He crawled upon the bed next to me. He tried to kiss me. 

"No kissing, just quickly do where you came for and go!" I bitched again. 

The young stranger didn't respond at my words and began to fondle my huge black boobs. I let him, not interested. He massaged my big nipples and I felt some eagerness because they responding by getting hard. 

I felt then one hand slowly stroking about my huge fat belly, direction the place between my spread fat legs. A few fingers fumbled my gray pubic hair and later I felt one finger between my fat black pussy lips slid. 

It didn't do anything to me, nothing. Another finger joined the one between my fat black pussy lips. I had just the intention by saying him he must put his hard on between them to get it over when I got that strange feeling. 

With his two fingers this young white stranger was now massaging the knob in front of my fat black pussy lips and I felt some tinseling rising. I heave a sigh and let him go on with it. It felt very pleasant which increased when I notified it became swollen. 

Tensed I waited how this developed. Although pretending not interested, I could not prevent become wet between my fat black pussy lips. Also I couldn't prevent my sigh changed into moaning and it irritated me. I became wetter and wetter and slowly my disinterest changed into an unknown strong feeling. 

I wouldn't give the young white man the idea that I was beginning to like what he was doing so I bitched him: "Come, remove your fingers, put the other thing there and release yourself from your sick desire!" 

The young white stranger climbed upon my old huge fat body and the settled himself between my spread mighty fat thighs on his knees. 

"Well," I thought, still not showing any sign of interest, "within the minute he has his satisfaction and I have my rest." 

I pulled my big fat belly up to give him access between my fat black pussy lips. I spread my mighty fat thighs some wider. I felt the glance of his rigid dick shove between my wet fat pussy lips, then the rest shove inside. I was only thinking that it soon would be over and waited for this young white man to get his release. 

He began to move his hard boner backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards. And I waited for it to be over. 

"Not done yet?" I bitched him. 

Somehow this pumping inside of my old overweight black fat body did flicker an unknown strong feeling and it made me some angry. I nagged him to hurry. 

My only experience were with the two other guys, who were just like this young white stranger, amusing themselves with my awesome fat body. It was always short, they used my big fat body to release themselves, and I was too reserved to get any satisfaction from it. For me this young white stranger was the same.

Maybe this unfamiliar circumstances were of any influence, but I've notices more excitement rising. This young white man, a stranger to me, was assiduously throbbing between my fat black pussy lips. He was, as I told, sitting on his knees between my black fat thighs, pumping his hard boner in and out of me.

As he was doing so, I was watching him and he was watching me too. It was really a very strange situation. He kept staring me in the eyes, sometimes greedily watching my wasteful fat body joggles, every time he firmly thrust this rigid completely inside of me. I noticed as he did, he really enjoyed it. Also trying to detect some response from me, but I gave none. 

At some point I found it exiting. I concentrated on his movements, I looked at the pushing of his small hips strongly forwards between my black fat thighs, penetrating me complete with his white horny dick. It began to pleasure me and instead of wishing it soon would be over I wanted it go on for a while. 

This nameless young white man seemed to have the skill not to come within the minute, but preferred to have some longer lasting enjoyment by pumping my old black fat pussy incessantly. 

I stayed silent and didn't snarl at him anymore. I slowly gave over to that crescent thrilling feeling. It took more and more possession of me. For the first time in my life my old fat black pussy got worked well, and I had to admit it was a new exiting experience. 

I closed my eyes, letting me carry away with the incessant movement of this young white stranger's penetration between my fat black pussy lips. It went on and on; I heave a sigh, let a moan, letting me deeper and deeper sank into this inexperienced feeling. 

Warily I began to move along with him. It increased my lustful feelings and I began to produce more juices. I reached my fat arms behind me; grapple the trellis with my hands on the head on the bed, stretching my excessive fat black body. 

I was lustfully groaning now each time this young white stranger plunged me deeply, letting me further carry away in delicious thrill. 

And as he did, I greedily jostle with my enormous fat black ass. If I wanted to stop it now, I couldn't; lugged along with this bewitching rhythm I began to move faster and faster, just to get this younger white stranger's hard on quicker complete inside my old fat black pussy.

Each time I succeed I groaned in pure joy. It felt as a kind of reward when this young white stranger deposit his sperm into me, a feeling of liberation. 

I believe I then had my first orgasm. I didn't recognize at first what happened with my old black overweight body. It incessant began to vibrate in a way as I had lost control over myself. But what a heavenly sensation it caused. I was confounded.

I realized what just happen when this young white stranger pulled his dick out of my old fat black pussy. A pour of his semen escaped from within my fat black pussy lips, paving a way down between my huge buttocks. 

I quickly grabbed a towel I had put ready, wiping off the sperm. I looked at this young white stranger who had given me that unforgettable sensation. He sat there between my mighty fat thighs; attentive watching me with a big smile on his face; pulling at his half erected dick, as he hadn't enough. I must have been crazy, instead of coming to my senses and send him away to have my rest in future, I heard myself said to him: "Do it again!" 

"Say please", was the short answer of the young white stranger. 

I felt an anger growing and refused. 

"Do it", I said, looking at him. 

"Only if you say please", was the answer again. 

My irritation raise and I said: "Do it or disappear" 

By my astonishment the young white stranger climbed off the bed and putted on his clothes.

I also climbed off the bed, a towel holding between my wet fat black thighs. The young white man already had his clothes on when I found a dressing gown. 

"Go and leave me in peace in future", I bitched him. 

I disappointed because I wanted to feel that sensation again. But my anger at that moment was stronger. I'm a bit prevailing and had no intention to beg for it. I walked him to the door en let him out. I admit I was confused and had a bad day afterwards with mixed feelings. 

There was a part of me feeling the embarrassment I gave in to the unhealthy desire of the young white man. Other side's there was disappointment. I regretted of my grouchy manner that prohibited the possibility of experiencing that satisfaction again.  

The next three weeks, when I was in the mall, I didn't see the young white stranger and I thought I would never see him again, just like the other two when I was young. 

"I did get my rest," I thought and I had some peace with it. I cached myself looking for the young white man when I was in the mall. It bothered me; I didn't want to have that feeling but the desire of that unfamiliar feeling was stronger then I thought. 


I'd tried to get rid of it but didn't succeed. It almost felt like a relief when in the fifth week he suddenly walked beside me. I looked at him, not saying a word and he didn't either. 

He went into the supermarket with me and I did my shopping. I paid for the grocery and walked out of the supermarket. Still either of us said anything. 

The young stranger kept walking beside me as I left the mall, direction home. It was a rare situation. At some point I wanted to say to him to clear off but I didn't. That deep hidden feeling was stronger and I wanted him to come home with me. 

We stood still at my front door. I searched for the house keys in my handbag; opened the door and stepped in. I noticed the young white stranger didn't and I turned around, a little bit uncertain. I looked at him and he looked back. It was some kind of weird situation. 

My urge to experience this delicious feeling again was stronger than rational thinking. I saw in the eyes of this young white man he some kind of expected it and looked at me, as I was undressed. I couldn't care, as long he provides me with what he did before, I would be content with it.

"Say please", he said, "That's all."

"Please", I sighted. 

The young white stranger entered my house and closed the door. I left the shopping in the hallway, preceding him upwards to the bathroom where we took a shower. I felt very strange, uncomfortable with the unhealthy desire of the young white stranger for me, uncomfortable with my irresistible longing. We had nothing to say to each other; we both knew we're together to give in to that dominant impulse.




A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story Ch. 05



We went to my bedroom and I positioned myself on my back on the bed. The young white stranger sat himself upon my huge round black belly and I grabbed his half erected dick and began to pull at it. 

I was somewhat grouchy, angry by myself because I hadn't had the strength to resist that physical need and had to say please to get it. My urge to experience that sturdy orgasm again was stronger, although I still found the obsession from the young white stranger for my old, overweight fat black body unhealthy. 

I tried to distract my thoughts and concentrated on the growing hard dick of the young white man. It fascinated me how a soft peace of meat could grow and become so hard. It also fascinated me how this piece could give such delight. 

The young man leaned some backwards and began with the fingers of one hand massaging between my fat black pussy lips. It was a very pleasant feeling and I got aroused some. I diligently massaged his dick until I found it was ready to do its work at me.

"Do it", I said.

I felt him slid downwards until I felt his 'ready to go' hard on pressing on the top part of my old black fat pussy. In a state of anticipation I opened my big fat mighty thighs for the young white stranger. My old fat black pussy was moist of the excitement to come.

I felt his hard piece of meat pricking against my pussy lips and I grabbed with both hands the buttocks of the young white man, pulling him with one firmly push upwards upon my old black overweight body. The result was that his hard dick shoved entirely inside of me. 

"Do it!" I laconic ordered. 

And the young white stranger began to do me. His big hard bone jostled my old fat pussy in a way, which got me again in that exiting experience soon. Knowing the sensation I would get from it, I let myself go, all the way. No restraint, no other thoughts then savor the moment.

It's strange that a hard peace of meat of approximately 8 inches inside my old fat black pussy gave such breathtaking sensation. I didn't care anymore that the obsession of the young white man for an ugly, heavily fat old black woman like me was unhealthy. I didn't care about anything yet; I just wanted to be guzzled into that wonderful delirium. 

I wanted it to end to get the freeing salvation, and I wanted it to go on and on. Each time the young white stranger pulled back I retained my breath and groaned loudly when I got deep invaded again. 

My explosive orgasm came unexpected and heavy. It was that intense, I thought I saw the ceiling revolve and I didn't notify the young white stranger was squirting his semen into me also. 

Heavily breathing I amazed thought about this uncommon delicious feeling.

The young white man had redrawn again and was sitting on his knees between my fat black thighs, looking at me. 

I quickly grabbed a washing cloth and wiped the sperm coming out of my old fat black pussy.

"Do it again!" I said.

The young white stranger didn't respond and left from between my fat black thighs. He sat himself on his knees beside my head. I could smell the strong smell from his sperm. 

"Suck it and I'll do it", he said.

I felt anger grow and I bitched: "You're a sick person! I would never do such filthy thing." 

"Okay", he answered, "you will next time. I'll go now".

I was much irritated and snarl: "Yeah, go and don't bother me ever!"

Before I knew it the young white stranger climbed of the bed and putted his clothes on. 

Again it was a strange situation. My old fat black body was longing for experiencing that strong desire again. But my irritation raise by the thought this young white man had any control over me and now was demanding me to do something dirty. 

I grabbed my dressing gown and put it on. I let him out saying I never give in to him again.

I had a bad week. Twice now I experienced how delicious it has been with the young white stranger. It moved aimlessly through my head and it made me grouchy. I got angry by myself because I didn't succeed to ignore this lustful urge at me. I knew that I made clear to him he will never posses this overweight fat black body again and realized experiencing this feeling again was over.

I didn't see the young white stranger in the mall for two month. It irritated me. The desire to satisfy that growing tensed feeling took more and more possession of me. 

It made me grouchy a lot and I bitched everyone in my surrounding. I wasn't myself somehow. When I visited the mall, I stayed longer than necessary, looking if I could track the young white stranger. 

Another month followed and another. I tried to ignore my strange desire. I got myself more in control and thought less of the young white stranger. 

I wasn't looking for him anymore when I visited the mall. It surprised me when suddenly he walked beside me again. 

"Thought about it?" I heard him say.

"Thought about what?" I snarled.

"You know what I mean", was the answer. 

"I told you I'd never do such sick thing!" I snarled again.

"Okay." He said and disappeared.

I had a bad day again and was very grouchy. The longing for that delicious sensation was back again. I knew men like being sucked on their horny tool, but I always consider it as a humiliating act. 

The next time I was in the mall he stepped again besides me.

"Thought about it?" I heard again.

"Never!" I snarled.

"Someday you will." He answered and walked away.

It repeated it's several times and I became tired of it. I knew, if I continued refuse to do so, he won't give me that desired sensation again. 

And knowing, no other man would consider climbing in bed with such a ugly, fat old black woman like me, and give her that wonderful excitement, there was no other option then give in to that unhealthy desire of the young white stranger.

I realized men like dirty things like that, thinking of the one who did let me do such obscene act once.

My desire for that unforgettable satisfaction was stronger than the humiliation of pleasuring the young white stranger with my mouth and I decided to give in to get mine.

The next time I got in the mall the young white stranger walked next to me again.

Before he could say anything I snarled at him: "Come home with me!"

"You've thought it over." he smiled.

"Don't say anything before I change my mind!" I snarled back.

We walked to my house, went in, took a shower, and went to my bedroom.

I position on the bed again, waiting for the young white stranger.

"Come!" I snarled at him, angry with myself I had to give in to his unhealthy desire.

The young white stranger climbed upon the bed and then upon my big round black belly. He sat on it, pressing his adhesive, semi-erected dick between my huge black boobs. 

He began to pump between them as if it was my fat black pussy hole. No one ever has done that before at me. I've putted the pillow under my head a little lower on my neck, so I could see it better. It was a very rare sight, every time he pressed his semi-erected dick between my huge black sagging boobs, I could see the head of it popping out above it. 

It amused me and it made my big nipples harden. Slowly this young white stranger pushed further up and now I could feel the tip of his dick head bump against my chin when he was pushing upwards. Sometimes later he pressed his almost fully erected dick against my mouth and I knew what he wanted. 

The lover I had for one month once wanted to put his dick inside my mouth and he squirted his sperm into my throat. Well, I was willing to take it in my mouth, as long this young white stranger didn't put his load in my mouth. I wanted his dick somewhere else. 

"Don't come in my mouth," I snarled. 

As I was pressingly in need of experience that exciting feeling again I grabbed this young white man's erected dick. I bended my head a little more forwards and took the head of it into my mouth. I only did it because I was fixed of getting his dick rock hard as soon as possible, and had it put there where I wanted it most. 

As soon the head was into my mouth, the young white stranger pushed much more of his hardened dick into my mouth and I tasted a strange savor. I began to suck it and I notified he liked it. It was an unusual feeling, the head of his dick sensed like gum. 


I began to suck it with more attention. It didn't feel unpleasant; the hard dick of the young white stranger was very swollen now. 

Assiduity I began to knead his balls with both hands. I remembered I could expedite it by massage with one finger just behind the balls. By my contentment it soon had the required result. 

I had to admit the reaction of the young white stranger aroused me and felt flattered I was able to cause such reaction at him. It didn't feel like a humiliated act and I sucked him with more inspiration. I even felt some wetness come between my fat old black pussy lips. 

But I didn't want to give the young white stranger the idea I was enjoying it now; I thought he had too much control over me. 

As keep on sucking him, I kept kneading his balls; sometimes squeezing the shaft of his hard on, until I found it was enough.

The young white stranger's dick stood ready to be adequate to let me experience of that unordinary arousing feeling once more. 

I let go of his firmly hard on, pushing the young white man on his shoulders down at my old wobbling fat black belly. 

"That's enough, do me", I ordered.

For the third time I spread my big fat legs for him and pushed the young white strangers between them. 

Despite of my snarling at him, I felt grateful to him to have this unhealthy obsession for my ugly, fat old black body. I wasn't really interested in him. I just want him to satisfy my prevailing lust. I didn't even know his name and I wasn't interested in it. I just used him to give me that extraordinarily sensation. 

I caught the trellis on the head of the bed with both hands, pushing my big, round belly upwards.

"Do me", I ordered again.

I closed my eyes when I felt the head of his rigid dick slid between my old, fat black pussy lips again. It felt trusted almost and with a groan of pleasure I received the rest of it into me. 

I didn't hold back. Knowing what exceptional satisfaction I would get from it, I started move with diligently my big black round belly. Sometimes I opened my eyes and I didn't care the satiated smile on the young white strangers face, knowing he got me where he wanted me.

I knew, at such moment I was his possession. I knew I was too weak to fight against that dominated lust of me, and let him satisfy his unhealthy hunger at my ugly, black old heavy body. 

I moved in anticipation with excitement at the rhythm of the young white stranger. I felt fire blaze up further in me. I pressed my huge fat ass with a powerful push upwards as the young white stranger deeply penetrated me. And again, and again, and again.

The young white stranger grabbed my thick ankles, lifting them up and wider. He was now pumping my old fat black pussy with al the intensity he has. Deeper inside of it, filling it up, over and over again. I had that intoxicating feeling again. I fasten my grip on the trellis more, moving peerlessly fast. I kept my eyes closed, groaning, knowing an explosion would soon take over. 

I was able to hold back until I felt by the tension of the young white strangers hard dick he would come either. During the squirting of his hot semen, filling my old fat black pussy, I let go of my orgasm. It was breathtaking, that immense feeling experiencing again. 

I continued lie for some time with my eyes dense, guzzled in the alluring sensational feeling. 

I felt the hard dick of the young white stranger shrink inside my satisfied pussy. 

I pushed him of me and said: "Go now, I'm too tired to let you out".

I didn't notice he dressed and left. I still was drowned in that delicious feeling. I felt in a very deep sleep.

Still I was angry with myself, because I knew I would give in again to that unhealthy obsession of the young white stranger, to satisfy my own dominated lust. With the two young men in my youth, I never had an orgasm and now I experienced this feeling with the young white stranger. It increased my hunger for it. I was aware I was trapped in that need to fulfill that hunger. I was aware I gave the young white stranger control over me and I tried to resist it.

The next time I met him in the mall I was angry because I felt my weakness again and snarled him: "Come".

"Only if you shave your pussy", he answered. 

"You're really sick. Don't ask it again, I will not do it," I snarled.

"You'll will regret it" he answered and walked away.

I regretted it already but was too stubborn to call him back. For a week I stayed with an annoying feeling. 

The next week he walked beside me at the mall and asked: "Did you shave you're pussy?"

"Yes," I snarled. I lay. I wasn't intent to do it but was hoping, once he was with me in my house, his need to satisfy his obsession for my ugly, old fat body was stronger then my unshaved pussy.

I was wrong. When we were in the bathroom and we were undressed, he said: "You were lying".

He made preparations to leave and grabbed his clothes. 

"Stop!" I said: "Don't leave!"

"Only if you shave you're pussy" was his answer.

"I said I would not do it. You do it if you insist on it." I said in an impulse.

"I'll do it", he ordered: "Get me a scissor, a razor, shaving cream, some body cream and a bowl with warm water"

I shave my armpits and big legs regularly and had a little razor in stock. Knowing he was serious about it I gathered the requested. 

"Lie on the floor". He ordered me again.

I did, knowing he would leave if I didn't. I was fully aware now he was in command. It was against my nature, but I knew I had to obey him if I ever wanted to get satisfaction gain.

The young white stranger first cleaned my old fat black pussy with a wet, hand warm cloth and ordered to spread my mighty fat thighs as wide as I could.

I did but became frightened when I saw him pick up the scissor.

"Be carefully!" I whispered.

He said nothing but set him on his knees beside my big, old fat body. I saw him looking at my exposed old fat black pussy. It surprised me it had such an effect on the young white stranger. His dick became rock hard by looking at it, just because of his unhealthy, horny obsession for my old, big black body. I was flattered and now glad he did. I didn't snarl him at this moment, knowing he provide me to satisfy my lust.

He began to cut most of the pubic hair between my mighty fat thighs. I had been free from worry slightly by the time that he took for it. Somehow it was exciting. I had never cut the hair of my old fat black pussy and in the years it was quite a bush. 

When he was done he looked at it and wiped with his hand some loose pubic hair from it. My old fat black pussy had bristly hair now. It felt funny.

"Keep your legs spread", he ordered. I silently obeyed.

He grabbed the tin with shaving cream en sprayed it extensively upon my old fat black pussy and above it. It felt cold and I gave a shiver.

"Don't move, or you get hurt!" the young white stranger ordered.

I lie as still as possible, as I could feel the little razor scrape over the upper area of my old fat black pussy. The young white stranger was very carefully. He didn't hurry and I saw his intense concentrating, when he shaved the area inch by inch. 

I was amused by his dedication and felt some excitement by seeing him do so. 

The area above my old fat black pussy was shaven now. It felt clean, airy, a nice feeling.

I became tired in my legs and putted them on the floor.

"Keep your legs spread", he ordered again. I now held my feet on the floor and spread my legs as far as I could apart.

With two fingers the young white stranger pulled my left fat black pussy lip up and began to shave it. I took care that I lie still as a dead bird, curious following the shaving of my old fat black pussy lip. 

First I felt the little razor scrape from my groin up to back of my old fat black pussy lip. So doing the young white stranger shaved carefully to the front. Because of the smoothness of the shaving cream it seemed easy to remove the bristly hair. 

It was done now and the young white stranger wiped it off with the hand warm cloth. I could feel the difference now between my shaven pussy lip and my unshaven. It gave me an aroused feeling, a cool air seemed to stream along my bald shave pussy lip now, and it felt very pleasant.

The young white stranger now pulled my right fat pussy lip and as careful he shaved the left one as he did my right one. It was an excitement event, and I notified a light orgasm that caused some fluid produced. 

After he was done shaving my right pussy lip he also wiped it off with the hand warm cloth. Then he smeared a little body cream on top of my pussy lips. I now could feel how nice it was, having a clean-shaven bald pussy. It felt fresh, clean, and a bit horny too. 

Although I still was angry at myself being weak to fight against my dominate lust, and let the young white stranger satisfy his unhealthy obsession at my old fat black body, I was milder now knowing what I had missed in al those years. He gave to me unforgettable satisfaction, and I knew I wouldn't refuse each time he wants to possess me. But I wasn't planning to be dominated by him completely.

I decided to keep my attitude and snarled at him: "Satisfy now?"

"Yes, I can now see and feel your pussy better" he responded, reaching with his hand to my bald fat black old pussy.

"Oh, no!" I snarled: "Now it's you're turn."

"What do you mean by that?" he responded.

"Lie down and I shave you too!" I snarled again.

I saw some odd excitement in his eyes when he lies down. I cleaned the little razor in the bowl with warm water beside me. Then I sat myself beside him on my knees and cleaned his hard dick with the hand warm cloth. Then I took the scissor in one hand, and grabbed his hard dick. I lifted it up and began to cut the pubic hair carefully. 

I ordered him also to spread his legs as wide as possible and sprayed the shaving cream upon his hard dick and balls until it completely was covered. I had to admit I was a little tensed. To practice, I began to shave the area at his abdomen. Each time I razed an inch I cleaned the little razor again. And inch-by-inch his abdomen became balder. I had to hold his jumping hard dick to avoid an accident when I shave the middle of his abdomen. 

I was ready with it now and after whipping the shaving cream off, I looked at his abdomen. I let some fingers of mine slide over it and contended I notified it felt as smooth as a mirror. The most difficult part had to come yet. I cleaned the little razor once again.

With a firm grip I grabbed with my left hand his jumping hard dick and pulled the skin as far up as I could. The skin now was tight strained upon his hard boner, that way I could easier raise it without have to worry cutting him. Carefully I placed the little razor with my right hand on the skin in the middle of his hard dick, controlling it with the firm grip of my left hand. I bended some more forwards and slowly I pulled the razor downwards. Then I put down the little razor and inspected the result with one finger by sliding over the finished piece. It felt smooth.

The young white stranger was very quiet and when I looked at him I notified his odd excitement had changed in some tensed look. I smiled and felt in some control now. Oh yeah, holding his hard dick still firm in my left hand and with the little razor in my right hand he wasn't demanding now. But I knew I should be careful; if I wanted him in future to satisfy my dominated lust, I should be careful.

I focused on his swollen hard dick again, slowly scraping the tensed skin with the little razor piece by piece. Now and then I cleaned the little razor and went on again. I heard a sign of relief when I was done. 




A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story Ch. 05



"Quiet!!" I ordered, "I'm not done yet!"

I whipped off his now hard bald dick and inspected it extensive with my fingers. I scrapped the little razor to remove some leftover hairpieces and looked contended at it. I was too concentrated to feel aroused but the young white strangers swollen dick looked very tasty this way. But the most difficult part had to come now.

"Spread your legs wider!" I ordered again, "and don't move now, if I hurt you, it's at your own risk!"

As he did, I creamed his balls extensively, and after cleaning the razor once more, I grabbed carefully the skin of his balls with three fingers of my left hand and pulled it up. I took a deep breath; bend so far forwards until my face was very close to his balls now. I placed the little razor on the skin of his inner thigh on the left side of his balls, and with one long stroke I carefully scrapped with the little razor from that spot up upon his balls to the middle. I putted the little razor in the bowl with warm water to inspect the result. It was done well.

I picked up the razor again and continued with my work. I had to bend over his abdomen when the left side was done and wanted to continue with the right side of his balls. 

I felt a slap of his jumping hard dick against my face, and again. I was that concentrated by doing my works as good as possible, that I got somewhat angry.

With my index finger and my middle finger I gave a firm smack at his hard on, snarling: "Behold yourself!" 

It didn't help. The young white man probably was much aroused and had no control over his stiffness it seemed. 

I had to finish the last piece of my work and I smacked his swollen hard dick again. It didn't help. It was a problem. I had to use my both hands to razor the right side of his balls so I had not one left to get control over his jumping hard dick.

I then got that weird thought; I wanted to finish shaving because I wanted this young white stranger to satisfy my bodily lust. And I experienced how it would be feeling his miracle hard piece of meat doing my old, fat black pussy. 

I picked up the little razor and strained the skin of his balls tighter with my left hand. I bended some forward further and took the head of his swollen hard dick into my mouth to control it. I turned my head some so I could see the area of his balls better to continue shaving.

I just placed the little razor on the inner thigh on his right ball when the head of his swollen dick jumped again. It seemed I had trouble to get control at his jumping dick. It was still moving strongly and I gave it a firm bite to placate. It only made it worse and I bite it again. 

I felt some anger again.

To get more control, I thought, I lifted my big fat right leg, swaying it over the young white stranger, placing myself in the opposite of his body. I thought I might frighten him by pressing my huge fat black ass against his chest. 

I was wrong. This young white man had really unhealthy desires. Instead of calming down he placed both his hands on my broad, fat, fleshy black hips, pulling my huge fat black ass above his head. Then pressing my huge fat black ass down, bury his face into it. Really sick!

I felt the need to suffocate him and let hold of the little razor and his balls. I placed both my fat black legs some further apart to do so. Suddenly I felt the tongue of the young white man slid over my fat black pussy lips. It was a strange sensation, feeling a warm tongue sliding over my bald fat black pussy lips and I hold still for a while. 

I didn't know what to think of it. Never did anyone lick my fat black pussy lips and I had the opinion that it was an unhealthy habit. I didn't knew if the young white man had his eyes open, but if he did, I hardly could believe he could be aroused by looking at my huge fat ass!

It really did something to me. I got a weird feeling and I lowered my fat black ass some more until I felt his warm tongue slid between my pussy lips. I seemed the tongue tried to slide into my bold black pussy, as it was a dick. Curious and aroused I positioned my overweighed, fat black body so he had access to the whole area of my bald fat black pussy. 

By doing so his jumping hard dick slid further into my mouth, I still had a grip on it. I forgot all about the shaving and sucked hard on his swollen dick each time I felt the young white man let his warm tongue slid further into my fat bald pussy. 

Oh my, this was some new kind of delicious experience I'm sure I like to have more often. I began to moan and moved my abdomen. I heard the young white man sight too and got very excited. I felt his tongue slid out of my fat black pussy, then a sturdy suck at my swollen knob in front of it. I felt my juices stream and was aroused more then ever. I was amazed about this feeling, so intense!

I groaned while this sucking on my swollen knob went on. I lascivious began to bite and suck on his hard bone to encourage the young white man to continue this delicious experience. 

If it was a sick and weird habit of the young white man I didn't mind anymore. On the contrary, I would stimulate him to that more often in future. Just pure physical lust had taken over me and all I wanted was his warm mouth to continue sucking on my wet, swollen knob. 

I was so deep in this feeling I forgot about sucking on his hard dick, just holding in into my mouth. I became wetter and wetter until that intense feeling increased to reach the highest point. I let slid the swollen dick out of my mouth. With a loud cry I pushed my shaking heavy, fat black body against the face of the young white man, pressing my bald, fat black pussy against his open mouth, squirting plentiful result from my powerful orgasm into it. 

I kept on jolting, pressing my hot wetness out of my fat black pussy until there was no more. Smothering the young white man, pressing my huge fat black ass firm upon his face, I didn't care, just captured in this prevailing thrill. 

I was done; heavily breathing I lifted my huge black ass upwards, giving the young white stranger some air.

Only one longing remain, feeling the swollen dick fill my satisfied fat black pussy. It was tinseling enormous that caused that powerful urge at me. Trembling I shoved my big, massive, old black body downward, lifting my abdomen higher until my lusty, wet pussy was above the swollen dick of the young white man. I lowered myself, thrilled when the pulsating head of his hard dick shoved inside my fat black pussy. 

I was that much under the spell of the delirious feeling I was too impatient to take it slow. Sitting on my knees, both beside the body of the young white man, I pushed my old fat black body groaning up and down, up and down, up and down again. I felt the young white strangers hands upon my massive fat black hips, trying to follow the rhythm of my restless movements. When he pressed his abdomen up, I firmly pressed mine down, feeling his hard swollen dick disappear between my bald fat pussy lips. Now and then holding still, enjoying the pulsation of his hard bone inside of me.

"Come!" I yammered, "fill me now!"

He did, and I shook when I felt his semen filled my old fat black pussy, reaching another orgasm, groaning, crying. I got completely lost in it. 

Heavily breathing and still shaking I rested my hug fat black ass upon the body of the young white stranger, not capable to do anything for that moment, staying in that position for quite a while.

I recovered slowly, still sucking this fainting, intoxicating feeling. I lifted my massive big fat leg, placing me beside the young white stranger, leaving a big, hot white spot of sperm upon his abdomen.

I looked at him. His smile did me realize he was aware of my dominant lust and the urge to fulfill it. I let him have his triumph for that moment.

For now, I needed a warm shower and I did so. Feeling the warm water running over my wasteful, old fat black body calmed me down some. I let my hands slide over my face, my neck, then slowly massage my voluptuous big boobs; I took my time for it. Slowly further down over my big, round belly, ending with one hand between my mighty thighs. Softly taking care of cleaning my old fat black pussy, I remain for a while into the magical spell that still had a hold on me. Being bald now, my old fat black pussy felt different that it had al that hair. Cleaner, and to be honest, some unceasing arouse feeling. I guess the young white man knew it would have that effect on me. 

I turned the cold tap more open and that worked very refreshing. I became more to my senses again. I closed the taps of the shower and stepped out. Drying myself off with a towel I saw the young white stranger still be situated on the bathroom floor, looking at me, his eyes wandering over every inch of my naked old fat black body. I felt some eagerness rise, being aware the power he had over me. 

"Fun is over for today!" I snarled at him, "Get dressed and got home!"

"You're not done yet." he responded, pointing direction at his thighs.

I suppressed a laugh when I looked at that spot. The left side of his balls was clean and bald while the right side still had some shaving cream on it with short hair. It was a very funny sight.

I sat myself beside him, cleaned his balls and abdomen with a hand warm cloth, and creamed his balls once again. This time his half erected dick gave no trouble and as done before, spanned the skin of his balls with three fingers of my left hand and picked up the little razor. Also now, starting from the inside of his right thigh, I carefully scrapped the little razor from there to the middle of his balls. After a short inspection, I continued.

It seemed to arouse the young white stranger, I saw his half erected dick swollen. I put down the little razor and this time a firm pat on his growing dick worked. 

"Ouch!" I heard him shout. His dick stopped growing and shrank.

"Be quiet and let me do my work!" I snarled and continued scraping the little razor from the inside of his right thigh over his balls to the middle. When done, I cleaned it with the cloth and was contended.

I ordered him to take a shower and while he was doing so I sat for a while on the floor. 

By the time I was gathering the shaving goods, the young white man stepped out of the shower and stand before me. Still sitting on the floor I looked up against him. His body glittered from the water and I saw his dick hard again and had a large proportion. It looked very attractive from the point I was sitting, and undone from the pubic hair very appealing. 

I wanted it again. I didn't order him; knowing it would very much please him if I spoiled his hard on with my mouth, he would please me either.

I sat myself on my knees, crawled forward to him, and began massaging his extensive with both hands. I looked up against him and I saw a contended smile on his face.

I bended forward and began to lick the shaft of his bald hard dick. Smooth as it was, it felt more pleasant then it had hair on it. I licked from down upward, nibbling at the top of it, and then repeating several times. I felt the hard bone of the young white man grew more. 

Just as I made preparation to suck the head into my mouth when I reached the top of his hard on, I heard him order: "Suck my balls!"

I looked up against him, while running some fingers over his hairless balls. I lowered myself some and let my tongue roll around his balls. The slaps of his hard dick against my forehead confirmed me the young white man liked what I was doing. I opened my mouth some further and sucked one hairless ball inside. I began to nibble on it, sometimes softly biting at it. It felt very pleasant this baldness and I got aroused. I opened my mouth further and sucked the other hairless ball inside also. It's an advance, having a big mouth. Although a little uneasy, I got excited, and by the groaning of the young white man I got convinced he was enjoying it very much. I opened my mouth some further, placing my tongue out, licking him behind his hairless balls.

The tapping of his hard one against my forehead became quicker and firmer now; and I felt, if I would go on sucking on his hairless balls, the young white man would shoot his semen over my face. 

I didn't want him to. I quickly let loose of his hairless balls from my mouth; placing a kiss on them. 

I settled myself on my back on the floor, expecting the young white man would place him between my spread massive black thighs and do me again. 

He didn't; instead he placed him in a front to back position upon my wasteful old big black body and buried his head between my massive black thighs.

Immediately I knew the young white man wanted to eat my old bald fat black pussy once more. And I, I was thrilled he would do that. 

I opened my massive black thighs some further, shaking contended with my huge fat black ass. I felt his tongue run across my bald fat black pussy lips, exploring them. As his tongue slid between them, a shiver runs over my entire old fat black body. I got very excited, felt my knob swell, and became very wet. 

He pressed his hard dick again my face; pushing him by his small hips some upwards, I grabbed with one hand his hard bone, lifting my head some and suck the head of the young man's dick inside my mouth.

With the exceptional treatment he was giving me, I was willing to do anything for him. While I was sucking his hard dick, he was sucking and biting on my swollen knob. I now without interrupting was bumping my huge black ass up and down, held my two hands upon the head of the young white man, as if I was afraid he would stop giving this magical treatment. 

I pushed the head of the young white man firmer now between my mighty, massive black thighs, intoxicated by the marvelous effect of his sucking on my swollen knob. 

My bald, black old fat pussy became hotter and hotter; I then felt this uncontrolled shiver take possession over my whole body and I closed my massive black thighs firm round the head of the young white man as I had my orgasm; intense, heavy, long and very wet.

During that I sucked the hard dick of the young white man with all the energy I had. I felt the pulsation and I wanted to give the young white man relief, as he deserves to have so, the way he gave me just that unforgettable delicious feeling.

I felt the first load squirt into my mouth, and then a second; while I swallowed it, more came and I drank it all. When he redrew, I saw this laugh on his face. Somehow it was a kind of devilish look. I felt he now was certain he could posses my old, overweight fat black body anytime he wanted. Once giving it to me, this young white man knew I couldn't resist the delicious feelings he awaken at me and could give in to his unhealthy obsessing for me.

I felt some eagerness rising and I felt angry by myself, for having no control over my dominant lust. I am too weak to put an end to this. 



A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story



I continued with a friendly smile: "Well, if I were a young chick, okay. But why a fat black old women like me?? Please tell me, do have you fantasizes over me?" 

He stammered: "Ehhh, I'm embarrassed to say, but one night I dreamed about you and now and then, when I get those f....f..feelings, yes, I fantasize over you, I admit. And looking at you now in the sarong made it stronger."

"Well," I said: "Maybe it's better to keep your fantasy; it may be a big disappointment when you see this black old fat body in the real". 

I knew I would not go much further to scare him off so I continued softly: "Or........... would I really do you a favor let you watching me?" 

He responded: "If you let me, you'll do me a great pleasure and I will be very graceful if I may!" 

I smiled at him and said: "Well, that's very clear said. I will allow you this pleasure, but less than one condition if you please.......... You allow me also the pleasure watching you afterwards!" 

I knew it worked in the right direction. "How can I refuse if you let me?" he answered. 

"Well, then follow me as you wish." I toke his hand and we went to the bathroom. There I asked him to sit down and he made him set comfortably on a chair that stood against the wall. 

I did not hurry; just with a friendly smile I began to unwrap my sarong, you may know, a sarong is nothing more then a long strip of fabric. Piece by piece I removed this outfit which gave by every unwrap something more seeing of my body until my large boobs were showed in a big white bra that covered a quarter of my huge breasts. 

I was looking at my prospective young white lover and asked: "Do you like what you see? Shall I go on??" 

"Oh please do", he nodded. 

I smiled at him, slowly unwrapping the rest of the sarong. I saw how my prospective lover completely was fascinated on every inch of my revealing body. 

Can you image what this did to this 63-year-old black fat woman? 

I felt very excited end every fiber of my body glowed. I saw the swelling in his pants grow and grow. His eyes gleamed when I whispered: "Still want me to continue??" 

He just nodded. 

Call me a tease but in the excitement of this marvelous game I could not let to say: "I think I better stop now, I think it's not right for a young man staring at this fat black old body." 

"Oh no, please!!", he stammered, "I like to see you and I think it's beautiful to watch at!! You're really a delight to see!" 

I smiled and teasing again I said: "Tell me before I continue, what's so beautiful as you say, my hanging boobs, my plump belly, my massive legs or my even enormous ass?? I can't image you see some beauty in this obesity. Maybe you're just making fun of me. Please explain an old woman why a handsome young man like you like watching this old body, please tell me." 

I knew, seeing his hungry looks at me that he devours me almost with his eyes. 

He answered, "You have beautiful brown eyes, and especially the way you look at me now. I found your deep black skin gorgeously to watch. And ......... I admit now, deep, deep in my unconsciousness I'm aware that I'm attracted to women like you. I've just ignored it, but since my dream about you I know now!" 

I gleamed and slowly removed my white bra. I saw his eyes grow big, I shook them a bit, and I saw him looking at them with admiration. Only now, my big white underpants did hide the last inches of my naked body.

But before I continued, I could not resist making a last tease. "I think that's enough for now, I don't want to place you in disorder. So, be kind and let me finish in private." 

"But...., but....., but you promised........ I could watch you!" my prospective lover stumbled. 

"Yes, that's so." I replied, "A promise is a promise, isn't it? I'm just teasing you. I found it magnificently that you enjoying watching this fat black old woman undressed. So don't you worry, you have seen a lot of me now so the rest is for you to see too." 

I placed both my thumbs under the elastic band of my panties and began to pull it down. I did as I had apparently trouble getting it over my big fat ass and then I asked him with a crushing smile: "Please, I think I can use some help."

He hurried standing up, kneeled in front of me, placing his trembling fingers among the elastic band of my underpants. 

It was tight, it seemed difficult to get it down; I have deliberately spanned my massive black ass to made it almost impossible to pull it down. But my prospective lover was too nervous to notice. 

"Maybe, if you pull it from behind, I will pull it in front." I said with a giggle, "I must find an other one because this one I bought when I was some pounds less". 

He crawled behind my back. Again, he placed his fingers between the elastic band and start pulling it down as I did in front; and it worked. The reward for my prospective lover was that he was looking at my enormous big black ass; I am sure the biggest he ever saw in life! 

While him still sitting behind me, I slowly bended down to pick up my panties so he could see my black, baldy, fat pussy. 

Still bending I looked backwards to him and whispered: "Is that what you wanted to see? Does it cope with you fantasy ..............or is it broke now??" 

"Oh no...... it's even beyond my fantasy, never thought I could see something so gorgeous!!", he sighed. 

With a heave of sigh I straightened myself, stepped two steps forward and gave my prospective lover the biggest smile I had and whispered: "Now it's my turn to see if MY fantasy is the right fantasy. So, be a good boy and let me watch you undressed!" 

"Did you fantasize over me also??" he asked astounded. 

"Maybe I'm an old fat woman, but that doesn't mean I can't have those feelings no more. And yes, during the months you've defrosted, I've fantasized about you now and then. But I never thought YOU did! So........., I really was surprised you asked me to watch me when I told you I was going to take a shower. Please....., do me the pleasure and step out of those clothes, and make this old fat women smile!!"

Well, it did not take much time, he only had a shirt, his pants, and underpants to remove, and while removing them, I was approvingly nodding. 

I gleamed when I whispered with a throaty voice: "I see that your work outs went well and for a white man you're well furnished!" 

I jiggled a little while I spoke. His dick stood rock hard and at this moment I had to control myself not to jump upon him; so much I wanted my prospective lover to made love to me and put his load inside me, but just watching at him was very satisfying at the moment and I enjoyed second by second of it. 

"Yes, also with me it's that de real is much better then my fantasy! I'm going to take a shower now, you can sit down watching me, alright??" 

With these words, I stepped to the shower, opened the doors, and waited to step in until the water had the right temperature. Then I stepped in, gripped a big sponge, and then putted on a big slash of shower gel. The water made my black, fat body glitter and there was white foam dripping over it while I was washing myself. First my face, then my shoulders and then my big, black tits. I lifted one by one up to sponge under it and continued with my round belly. 

During all the activity, he was watching me until ......... the heat of the shower water steamed the doors and my prospective lover could see me vaguely. It was time to get into the real physical action!

I opened the shower doors a little and I stabbed my head outside and whispered softly: "Will you be so kind and wash my back?" 

I did not have to say that twice, in few steps he reached the shower, opened the doors, and stepped next to me. 

"Here's the sponge, don't hurry, take your time and wash my back well. It's a long time it has done because I can't reach it myself", I said. I turned around and there he stood with a sponge and a rock hard dick.

It was narrow in the shower, as he began to sponge my shoulders his hard on pricked against my fat black ass and I could feel it jump up and down by excitement. 

"Yes, that's nice," I deeply soughed", that's a feeling I almost forgotten, so long ago." 

I did not let my prospective lover know it was the sponging or his hard on rubbing against my fat black ass. I bended over a bit and I could feel his dick slid between my buttocks. 

He sponged my back, my lower back, and then putting on some fresh shower gel; then he began sponging my ass. I sure was enjoying it a lot. 

And then, when he softly sponged between my thighs, I heaved a deep moan and encouraged him: "Oh yes...... keep doing that, it feels good!" 

With the sponge, he used one finger to massage the slit of my bald fat pussy, I felt my clit swollen, and some juices flow. After more than 14 years being untouched I soon exploded, such an overwhelming feeling it was. 

My coming was short but heavy; with a cry I ejaculated: "Ooooohhh.......... my god, ooooohhhh........ ooooooooohhh.......!!" 

I stood bending, leaning to the shower wall for quite a while, trembling, moaning. My, my what a delight, I felt privileged being elected washed by this white young man of 32. I wanted him more than ever. 

I turned around and whispered: "Thank you, thank you so much! I have not felt as good for many years. Come, let me sponge you now." 

He handed me the sponge and I putted some new shower gel to it and began to sponge him. After sponging his upper body, I took my time, I kneeled down and then I could see his wonderful dick from the near. 

I tough by myself: "My, my, that's the one I will have much pleasure with!" 

And with extremely care I cleaned this beautiful dick and balls. 

"Turn around now." I commanded en he did. Then I sponged his back and ass and afterwards putted the palm of my hands at it and pinched it softly.

"Nice and firm!" I giggled and then: "Turn around again, please!" and he did. 

I was still sitting on my knees in front of me as he turned around. The dick of my prospective lover was extremely tensed. For I did not want him finished in no time, as he later would do the serious work with me; I thought it was necessary to free him from this tense. As I had the intention to surrender completely in the coming love game and it had to last long! 

Softly I grabbed with one hand my prospective lover's stirring dick and gave it a slow pair of strokes. 

"Also nice and firm", I giggled, "What do you want this fat black old woman to do with it?" 

With a throaty voice he responded: "S.....s....suck it!" 

I looked up against him and continued: "You really want this old fat woman put your... your............. dick in her mouth? Would it pleasure you??" 

All he could do was nod. 

"Turn off the shower then", I whispered.

Then... it finally happened; first I held with one hand his superb manhood and licked it with my tongue from down upwards and back again for a while. Then I nibbled just below the glance, which gave to my pleasure it's strong reaction. And then ....I opened my mouth, licked my lips wet, bended a little forward, and wrapped my lips around this young white man's hard pecker. It felt hard and warm; slowly moving my head, I began to suck him. He leaned against the shower door, watching, excited how his big dick slid in and out of my big mouth lips........... 

But the game had lasted too long for his poor heated dick; I felt the explosion rise upon his balls. Just at the moment I redraw my head for a second, a huge, white, warm load squirted from his dick right into my face. 

"O my god, my god", he shouted, it was my lover turn to shake; so heavy was his discharge. 

My face was splashed with his sperm. I wiped some of it off and again gave him the biggest smile I had as I grinned: "Sure you needed that! Did this old black fat woman do it as you like it??" 

"Ohhhh yes, oooh yes!!" he answered: "Just the way I wanted you to do!" 

"Well, help me up and put the shower on again if you please. I have to clean me up again, I think." I smiled.

After cleaning up, we stepped out of the shower and with a pair of towels we rubbed each other dry. By rubbing off, his dick began to stir again. When I noticed I giggled: "Oh, I think I didn't do a proper job, it's still not satisfied!" 

He smiled back and said: "You're exciting me, I think for now I can't get enough of you!" 

"For me it's more then I ever thought I could experience at my age. I didn't ever image you want more from me! You really sure want more??" I asked. 

"Oh yes, I'm sure! I want all of you. I want to watch you, touch you, eat you, fill you!!" 

I sough. "You really mean it don't you? You really want to.........." I stopped..... 

"You may say the word..., I won't be shocked, so ask me.", he gently said. 

I had the impression that this young white man would found it exciting to hear THE WORD from an old fat black woman like me. If I could blush I sure would, but there was not a sign of it on my black face. All I did was playing along and looked shy at the floor. 

Then I said it: "You really want to ......... f...f...fuck... this old black fat body??" 

He stepped forward to me and hugged me. "Yes", he said: "I can't wait any longer!" 

And, to give some power to his words, he pressed his jumping dick up and down against my big, round black belly. 

"You're convincing. Then, please, follow me", I whispered in his ear. Step 5 was splashing!

The sixth step: He followed me to my bedroom; and I knew he was watching at my enormous wiggling big black ass. In my bedroom, I laid myself on the bed; he was watching me from a distance.

And I realized ........ this wonderful young white man was going to be all mine for tonight!! 

I felt in a mood of wonderful joy; it finally would happen, I felt unstrained and even very naughty. I smiled at him and was jiggling my fat black old body; while looking at him with some of a naughty look in my eyes, I lifted my huge breasts and played with it. 

After a while I whispered: "Enough for the watching now", and winked him with one finger to invite him to my bed. "Come here and make this old fat black woman happy!!"

As my lover entered the bed, I stretched my arms inviting. He settled himself on his knees beside me and began to kiss me, first my forehead, then my eyes, my nose, my cheeks and then a long passionate kiss in my mouth; he began to tongue me again and I joyfully tongued him back. 

With one hand, he massaged one by one my soft, massive breasts and my nipples. Well, what was like a game by watching me, it was over. Lust increased, not just by him, my huge body began to tremble, and I sensed that my lust was increasing too. He stopped kissing me and my breathing became heavier. My white lover lowered his head and began to lick my massive tits, sucking its dark brown nipples one by one. 

It was tremendous; but I wanted to suck him something I was waiting for; while pushing his head onto the inside of my black fat thighs, I moaned: "Please, lick me, suck me, eat me, bite me!!" 

My lover hardly touched me and already I produced my juices! Carefully he licked with the tip of his tongue between my fat black pussy lips; with both hands he spread them apart and looked at them. 

I spread my massive legs wide open and almost cried: "Please, please go on, lick me, eat me!" 

As soon he placed his tongue between my black, fleshy pussy lips I sighted: "Yeah, that's good, that's good, good, good!" 

He concentrated on my clit which I felt grow; it wasn't small but either big; just a pleasant, sensitive knob and he sucked it, ate it, bite it; I was loosing control over myself. My moaning became groaning with hefty breathing which increased by the minute. "Don't stop, don't stop now!" I groaned. 

And, to give my words weight, I grabbed with both hands his head and pressed it firmly between my massive, thick black thighs.

Poor lover of my, at that moment I was not aware what I was doing; but in this extremely delightful feeling I sure molested my lover. I started forceful pulling his dick and became heated more and more. I lifted my head and clawed with my hand in the sheets of my bed, that excited I was. 

It went so for a while until.............. suddenly I stopped, pressing his head even harder between my massive, thick black thighs and screamed: "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh my, oooooooohhhh my, ooohhh my, it's coming, it's coming!!!!" 

With the head of my lover still stack between my massive thick black thighs, I felt my fluid come; it was like I exploded. My god, I did not knew I could produce that much. I really must have been out of this world at that moment; I didn't gave my lover any rest and while pulling him I gasped: "Come, come, put it inside me, put you're delicious tool in my pussy, fill me!!" 

Don't blame this fat black old woman for this, image that you haven't eaten for several days and now you have a delicious diner in front of you; I think at that moment you couldn't wait either to begin. 

My white 32 years old lover kneeled between my massive thick black thighs and I threw my massive big legs as far as I could in the air, spread them, waiting for the arrival of this white young man's delight. My pussy was ready for it. 

Then ......... I felt it!! The head of my lover's dick dabbed my bald fat black pussy lips. 

Impatiently I manage to grab my lovers delight hard on and placed it for my luscious and hungry pussy entrance. The head of his hard on slid inside me; I trembled, I just cannot explain you this feeling. I got, after a lack for more than 14 years, being penetrated and I thought I was really in heaven. All my nerves ware concentrated on that one spot. I felt the head of my young white lover hold still for a moment and I could feel it pulsate.

With a powerful thrust, he drove his big hot hard on completely inside my eager pussy. It was breathtaking, this hot massive vibrating piece of meat inside me. 

My white 32 years old lover waited for a few seconds draws back and shoved it again with a lustiness power completely inside me. 

My god, it filled me complete! 

I began to move along with the rhythm of his forceful pumping dick. Oh, what a delicious rhythm, each time this lovely dick did entered me completely; I contracted my pussy lips as if I wanted to hold this forever.

I did not want to stop this. But probably it must be my young white lover didn't had a pussy for a long time because I felt this tensing by him; he began to unload and I felt a big mass of his hot semen squirt inside my pussy. 

For more then half a minute, I felt his heavy load filling me. My young white lover groaned with happiness and felt upon my old black fat black body. I gripped him by his buttocks and moaned: "Please, don't redraw, stay in me!" 

He buried his head between my large black boobs, kissing them. 

We lay there for a quite a while; but I had not have enough of it yet. 

I was sure my young white lover could do his job again. "I have to go for the bathroom so rest a while I'll be back soon." I whispered in his ear. 

As he redraw, rolling beside me, I felt his sperm drip from my pussy between my fat black buttocks and I had to stand up quickly to not wet the sheets; I knew most men don't like that! I pinched my pussy lips as hard as I could and went to the bathroom. There I did my womanly thing, what is not of your concern. But as I left the bathroom, I had a clean pussy, ready for my young white lover again.

As I entered the bedroom, I saw my young white lover lie on the bed; his eyes closed, his delicious dick still half erected. 

Really, the sight of it did stir my juices or it must be that some leftover of the semen of my young white lover left my pussy. Call me a wicked old fat woman, you may, but please understand I had almost lived 15 years without this wonderful lovemaking. So please, be gentle with your judgment for me.




A Fat BlackOldWomanLove Story



Anyway, I crawled upon the bed beside to him on knees, bend forward, and cleaned this fabulous dick of his with a half warm piece of cloth I brought from the bathroom. 

Then, while I was swaying my large black boobs with the tip of my nipples over his body, I whispered in my young white lover: "My fantastic lover, you will do me a big favor, please do me one more time. Do you think you can manage?" 

My young white lover gave me the biggest smile and while stroking my fat black ass, he answered: "It depends, if you do the right thing for me??" 

I knew this time he was teasing me because I saw his delicious dick rise again. I lowered my head down and began to lick his big shaft from beneath upwards and down again. A little pat on my head indicated me that he likely wanted to put me his lusty hard on in my mouth. I opened my mouth and began to lick this fine piece of meat by his glance. Now and then, I sucked his hard on or toke as much as I could of his meat inside my mouth. And it was far too big to take it all!! 

A little pull on my left massive leg told me he wants me above him. I lifted my massive left leg and placed me above him without leaving his hard on out my mouth. "Oh, he going to pleasure me again, he will!" I cheered softly inside. 

I lowered my big, fat black ass slowly down until my fat black bald pussy was just above my young white lover's mouth. When he entered his tongue between my pussy lips I began to tremble again, such a delicious feeling it was. 

I toke care that this time I did not throttle him, no, I kept my fat black ass on the right height above him by spreading my black, massive legs in the right position. Oh my, what a delightful feeling it was, I felt my juices ran again and I became lecherous more and more. I almost forgot to suck my young white lover's hard on and all I could do was moan and groan. 

"Come", I sighed, "do me, do me good!" 

My young white lover crawled from underneath me and placed himself behind my massive fat black ass. I lay there, my head on the sheet, hands holding the end of the bed, legs spread and my massive fat black ass high in the air, waiting in silence for the arrival of my young white lover's heavenly, big peace of hard meat. 

He placed his hand on both my fat, black ass and I felt his dick slid between my buttocks. 

For a moment I was in a bit of a panic; "He wouldn't ...... place his fantastic tool... inside my ass, would he?" 

As I told before, I am an old fashion woman sometimes and I am certain by this: a man's dick belongs to put in a woman's pussy, not in her ass! I have never been taken in that way and hope I will never will be. 

It seemed to last a very long time as I felt his dick between my ass and I hesitated, if my lover wanted to put it there. If I would refuse, what would his reaction be? 

But with relief, I have noticed the head of his marvelous dick slid further down until I felt it pressed against my juicy, bald black pussy. I spread my massive legs a bit wider and lifted my fat black ass as high as I could. 

Again, I felt the tip of his dick pressing against my fat black pussy lips. My breath was taken away when I have been completely poked within the second by my young white lover's hard piece of meat. 

He held it that way for a moment, I felt the head if his dick pulsate inside my pussy and I responded by contracting my fat black pussy lips.

He started to pump me: out......... in! – ooooooohh my, what a lovely feeling! 

Out......... in! – ooh my, what a privilege being tooled by such a wonderful hard piece of meat! Out......... in! – keep on my white lover; you do me well this way, go on! Out......... in! – don't stop now; you do your work goooo...d! Out......... in! – don't stop, don't stop now!! Out......... in! – Ayaya, yes, faster, faster! Out........ in! – oooh my Goddd, my juices, I feel my juices coming!

That moment, he slapped me firmly but short with one hand on my big black ass; as I was not excited enough, this made it even more! Slap, slap! Again and again! 

It really drove me wild, I had no control by myself as I cried: "Yesss do, do anything you like, do anything!!" Then.......... my big black old body began to shaken, to shaken, to shaken as it would never stop. As my juices began to flow, I felt the dick of my lover pulsate as I felt the warm stream of his seed filling the inside of my fat pussy. 

One... two..... three...... four..... well, this young, white lover had really a big load, five......; and I felt gratefully to receive from him! 

I heard myself groan: "Oooh yes, come, give me all you have, give it to me, give it all!!" 

My marvelous white lover just sighted as he collapsed on my old big black shaking body. 

I do not know for how long, but we were lie in that position for quite a while. I felt his half erected dick plopping out of my fat, fulfilled pussy. He rolled beside me. 

And fulfilled it was; I had so much of extensive seed in me that I could not kept it all inside of me. I felt the mixture of his warm seed and mine dripping out of my fat pussy so I quickly stood up and went to the bathroom to do my womanly thing again. 

As I went back my magnificent young white lover lie under the quilt, deep asleep. 

I quietly lie myself beside him but I could not sleep. The feeling was still too overwhelming, but finally I dozed off in a very pleasant dream......... Step six was surely fulfilling!

The seventh step: I had a short night sleep but I woke up with a very pleasant feeling, felt fantastic and full of energy! My young white lover was still asleep and I went to the bathroom to made myself clean, freshen up, and did other womanly things. 

I went to the kitchen to make a nice breakfast for my fantastic lover. Of course, fried eggs to made him recover from his tremendous effort last night! I took my time until ten o'clock and went with the breakfast to the bedroom (for those who are curious, I still was in the nude). 

I got some extra pillows and position me next to my sleeping white lover and woke him with a kiss: "Wake up, sleepy head, I've got a nice breakfast for us made." 

Somewhat dazed my marvelous young white lover opened his eyes. I putted some pillows against the head of the bed so he could sit comfortable and we enjoyed the breakfast and the coffee I made. 

We all did it in silence, just smiling at each other, sometimes touching and no words was needed to made clear I want to continue were we ended last night; kissing, licking, eating and most of all..... being penetrated again. 

My young white lover went to the bathroom to clean and when he got back, he did not disappoint me. We took our time and he managed to fill me up twice again that day! 

There is no need to say that regular he stayed the night with me or I went to his home to stay. For that we continued for it for more then a year and we discover our lust for each other didn't decrease; on the contrary, we still made love like it was for the first time! It made me longing for more and more as if I had to catch up for those 14 years of not being penetrated that way.

Being aware that I still remain a fat black old woman, I have tried to do something about my weight but did not succeed. It did not seem to bother my young white lover. All I could do was keeping my fat black pussy clean, shaved, and ready to make my young white lover as happy as could be (and of course myself). 

And he seemed to be satisfied by it; I notified it each time he penetrated me, his delightful peace of meat stayed as vigorous as it was at the first time. 

Now and then, I asked him if he isn't interested in a young, slender woman but every time he responded by saying he wouldn't trade me if he could have three of them! 

"I've finally got my kind of woman I secretly wanted without being aware all those years!" he reassured me. 

I was very flattered when he suggested me either I moved in with him or he moved in with me. "So we can be together every night!" he smiled. 

As I have the biggest house of us, we decided that he moved in with me. 

To avoid some gossip (I do have some family staying over some time) we furnished the spare room with some furniture of his for made it look, as I am his landlady. 

And for the neighbour hood, we are. In the beginning a female neighbour, some older than me, asked me with a grin if my tenant was visiting my bedroom once and a while. I kept silence for a while, looking her straight in the eyes and answered by saying: "Do you suggest that if he isn't me YOU are interested in him? Would you like me to arrange it for you?" 

The woman blushed and disappeared within a second, avoiding me for months. 

Later, when my young white lover came home from work, we had many laughs about it. Now and then, I teased him that he wore me out too much and then I suggested he would release himself for some nights with the female neighbour. 

And he teased me in return: "Maybe when I got tired of you, I will!" And then..... we made love in a very fierce and noisy way as if we wanted the neighbour to hear us! 

For one year, I live with my young white lover and next week I will be 65 (that called to be a special celebration with him). Still we are insatiable at each other; now and then I am amazed how this old fat black body could keep such a delicious young man hungry for me! Yes, step seven is rewarding and rewarding. 

Maybe some of you women like me recognize them in me and also have that still, deep wish of getting rid by that fidgety sexual feeling that frequently visit you as it did me. I am certain some young man (either black or white) you will meet will give you more than a superficial eye; do not hesitate but use your womanly skills to fulfill your hungry needs. You may be rewarded, over and over again and as long as you want if you go for it. If you manage to keep your young lover happy, he never wants to leave you, as mine did not. Be aware to stay in good health and especially in good condition because these youngsters have the capability to inject you over and over again (and that's what you want, don't you?)