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Big Boat

By: magmaman



{OK, I am rambling here again, I do that quite a bit nowadays. Like I have said before, I am 69 and I will ramble if I want to.

I do that when I am writing about things that happened, funny but I don't seem to ramble as much when I am just writing some crap about something supposed to be sexy.

Why? Hell, I don't know. Maybe because my life sort of rambles?

Nothing erotic here, there are no 38DD breasts, no drooling pussies, no 8" throbbing members because I don't write crap like that.

I write crap like this story instead...lol. Some of you tell me you get a kick out of this writing style, but I don't do it deliberately. It's just the mood I am in when I wake up, kind of depends on if my old back hurts or not.

This is just a story about a cruise we took. Hell, we didn't even get laid, (except by each other) probably could have the way things were going.}

+++

"What in the hell are you doing?" My wife Debs asked me as she was stuffing clothes into her suitcase.

I wasn't paying any attention to what she was packing, I was trying to figure out which rubber worms would work the best where we were headed.

Let's see, I had some lime green ones and some red ones, plus white. Around here where we live the white ones work the best.

The real truth there is it probably depends on if a fish sees it or not.

Fish only have one way to check something out to see if it's good to eat, and that is to bite it.

I remember being over in Eastern Oregon, place called Mud lake. There were Chipmunks around, about half tame, so I grabbed one by the tail when it got too close. You need to be quick because those things have teeth. 

Of course, when you do that, the tail comes right off, twitching to distract the predator while the Chipmunk beats a hasty retreat.

I tied that on a big old fish hook and tossed it out into the water, caught me one of those planted Atlantic Salmon, the thing was dang near three feet long!

That lake is "catch and release" of course, darn it.

So we are supposed to catch them and throw them back.

Those things taste great.

Anyway.

Even Google didn't help me with deciding, try "rubber worms Alaska" and see what pops up.

I was doing the same with other stuff, packing. I always pack my own suitcase if we go somewhere.

That way I can actually pick the thing up because when Debs packs, we need a fork lift.

"Packing, why?" I asked when she asked me what I was doing.

"Your fishing pole?" She snorted.

"Well, yea, we are going to be on a boat, and in Alaska. Alaska is full of big fish, no way am I going to spend over 4 grand and miss out on that."

"Do you have any idea how far down to the water it will be?" She giggled at me.

Well, I hadn't thought about that part. 

Maybe I should go out to the garage and get my spare spool of fishing line, I thought. The new black braided line is very thin and strong, no problem at all of getting 200 yards onto my salt water reel.

Debs was snickering at me but I stuffed my telescoping rod and reel into my suitcase anyway, she just shook her head.

"Take six pair." She said at one point, dragging some new white cottons out of a paper bag.

"Three is plenty." I retorted. We have had that conversation before, and my suitcase was already getting kind of stuffed since I had the plastic tray of lures, my fishing pole and two reels in there.

"I know you, I will need to burn them if you don't take six pair!" Then she handed me several sets of HER underwear.

"Hey, I barely have room for my own....?" I started to complain. Then I looked, I could see right through them.

Debs was grinning.

She knows me very well.

"Oh, OK!" I gave in, managed to get the top down and locked, barely. Debs was busy packing a second suitcase, why women need to change clothes four times a day is beyond me.

She was still muttering about my fishing pole. I had to go sit on her second one while she latched it.

+++

OK. I have never been on a cruise before, so what? 

Besides, it took me almost 20 sales on that auction web site to come up with enough money to buy the new fishing rod.

Nice stout one, bunch of sections that slide into each other, easy to carry when I go out onto the jetty nearby to catch some fish.

I mean the docks. 

Debs gripes when I go out onto the jetty, she thinks I will fall in so I don't tell her about it.

Besides, that only happened once, so I have no idea why she gets all fussy about me doing that.

I couldn't afford the $129.95 my new pole cost before I came up with the score I have going on now, which is a lot of danged hard work. There isn't a hell of a lot of money in selling stuff out of your garage that you don't want, because most of the time nobody else wants it either.

I did try having a garage sale right in front of our house, some guy showed up and wanted to buy the damn table I had all my junk piled on. I didn't want to sell my table, I wanted to sell my junk.

Hell, if I sold the table, I wouldn't have any place to pile my junk.

+++

A few months back I called and talked to Max, a guy who works at a warehouse down in Las Vegas I knew and got some brand new parts.

Buying and selling things meant I spent one hell of a lot of time sitting in front of a computer.

Damned if selling new stuff online didn't work, I suddenly had quite a bit of extra money. Debs said I should enjoy it, get out and do whatever I wanted to. 

"How about we go on a cruise, I have vacation time coming?" She suggested.

"Neat! Alaska. Big fish up there, I always wanted to go to Alaska." I mumbled mostly to myself. My mind drifted off to us being dropped off at some obscure lake, being left to our own devices out there to rough it.

I have seen the advertisements, big lake, not a wisp of wind, Sun shining, fish jumping everywhere.

That idea had been in my head for decades, I never did get around to doing it.

Log cabin, splitting firewood for the fireplace, sitting around on balmy evenings, eating huge Trout smoked right over an open campfire, living like the good lord intended.

Not a single living soul for miles and miles?

Would that be cool or what?

"Neat! How about a nice cruise on one of those giant ships?" She popped up with again, like I am deaf or something.

I guess I did space out there for a minute.

"A what?" The thought of coming in to a glassy lake in an airplane with pontoons on it, the neat log cabin sitting there waiting for us slid right out of my mind.

"A cruise." Debs grinned.

"But I was thinking....?"

"I know what you were thinking." She said.

Yea, I had suggested my idea to her a few times, got a snort mostly in response. I got that same snort way back when I suggested taking bikes and going camping.

You know. The pedal kind. To a lake in Eastern Oregon? You know, up and over Mount Hood?

Uh huh. Debs put the squash to that idea, just like she did with my remote Alaska cabin idea.

"You are 69 years old. You want to get us left in the wilderness for a whole week, having to chop wood and build a fire to cook on?"

"With wild Bears and Cougars, wolves all around?" She added like maybe that would scare me.

Big wild animals don't scare me one bit, at least not the ones I see on TV.

"No television? No electricity?" She pressed her case, going in for the kill.

Crap.

No TV?

Damn, a man can't rough it out in the woods for a whole week with no TV. Miss "Days of our Lives?"

Not that I care about that stupid show, the old man has been killed off at least 20 times and keeps popping back up.

Stupid show.

The blond has laid everybody at least once, most of them twice.

OK. Cruise it would be, get me to Alaska and I can figure out how to go fishing, I thought to myself.

So I just left the new truck load of product in the garage, let the auction listings run out.

Relax a little bit, enjoy life.

+++

Several grand in profit in just six short months?

That's pretty good, huh? I call the pile of cases stored in our garage my new "product" lines. I even stuck my own brand name on it, yep, "MGM" of course.

Go ahead and laugh, it worked.

Anyway, I am getting long in the tooth but I love fishing, so when Debs mentioned a cruise on one of those big ships I instantly thought of Alaska and great big fish.

I kind of think her idea was maybe Bermuda or someplace down off Mexico, but she just grinned and shrugged when I got all excited at the idea.

Compromises, that's what makes a good marriage work.

Hmmmm. Long ways to the water, she said? Probably right about that, after I saw the pictures of the thing we would be on.

I went out into the garage and grabbed my level wind reel, the big one packed with lots of that new black braided line. I could haul up an engine block with that stuff, by golly. My new pole was nice and stout, too.

I got the suitcase back open, took out the smaller spinning reel and added the big level wind.

Debs looked as I poked that into my suitcase, she just shook her head.

It would be OK, I bubble wrapped it.

+++

The idea to sell new parts out of our house would never have crossed my mind, until I got an email from Max, the guy who used to be a sales rep I knew back in the day when I was buying and selling stuff for a living.

Back then I had a small hobby farm, a few acres and some cows, creek in the pasture. I owned a little store in town, sold car parts and fixed things in the back room.

Back then I ran ads, people drove down and came into my store, it's different now. People find me on a computer and send me money in an email.

I was doing OK before, I can fix about anything.

Then government wanted my land for houses so they finally got me surrounded with houses they hauled in in two chunks with wheels and there was no longer any point in holding out, I retired and moved into town.

Land zoned as exclusive farm use has cheap taxes, land zoned for houses is...well...yikes! My farm became 100' X 100' lots, when I complained the people at county zoning just shrugged.

A young couple bought my store, it's still there but a franchise now, full of chinese made car parts.

Life is OK here, I miss my farm and my cows though.

Anyway.

+++

Max had shiny new parts for older cars that got maybe 10 miles per gallon on a good day going downhill so it was dead on the market stuff, scrap metal.

Max knew that collectors still bought those sometimes, but the warehouse he worked for only sold it in case lots. It was far too expensive to try and sell items one at a time since they had overhead and all of that.

At least when they had to pay their team of Mexicans to count and pack it all.

"I thought of you!" Max told me over the phone.

I knew Max, he would do anything to make a buck and I would bet he called everyone he knew on planet Earth trying to peddle the stuff.

So...I bought some scrap metal, all new stuff. Scrap metal to the warehouse, new collector car parts to me.

I also knew all about the auction sites, having sold maybe $200-300.00 worth of odds and ends already. 

Just imagine getting $19.65 for a green bottle with a glass lid that is wired onto it?

I did, plus shipping. 

There was a small box of electric wire insulators left over from back when they buried the power lines, I got $10 each for those things!

Really!

Anyway, I was an old hand at that, I even had me 197 positive feedbacks. One neutral, some guy thought the five foot long bait casting rod I sold him for $14.35 looked longer in the photo?

Hell, the headline read, "Five foot long bait casting rod."

I emailed him back and told him five feet was five feet.

He left me a neutral, saying I was "snotty."

Oh well.

I also took the auction website's online sales course, which consisted mostly of making sure I knew that I was supposed to pay them their sales commissions.

In barely six short months I moved almost all of the parts I bought from Max and put $4200 in my bank account. I was getting up at 6 in the morning and leaving the damn PC on all damned day waiting for money to show up.

Which it was, and fairly regular too.

There is this online website where anybody can send money to anybody with an email address, damned if that doesn't work.

It sure is a neat system. It also isn't really money, it's just numbers that can be converted into money, or at least more numbers on a little card.

Some guy buys parts from me, sends the numbers to my email address. The website takes a piece of the action and stores the rest as numbers, then when I type in my own information, they send those numbers on to my credit union.

All imaginary money, just numbers. I can then use the little card they gave me, spend it.

Wherever I spend it takes the imaginary money and puts it in their own imaginary accounts and they use their own little card to spend it.

Nobody has any real money anymore it seems, they just have numbers stored in cyberspace. That makes a person wonder, what happens if the power goes out like on that new TV show?

Is the money really still out there, or did it go somewhere? My bet is that it never left the government, but what do I know?

Money, piles and piles of it just floating around out there in the air?

It used to all be stored inside of wires I think, now they fire it off to one of those satellites, then it gets aimed back down to where ever they want it to go.

That makes me wonder, what happens if they miss the satellite? Maybe miss my credit union too, after all, thats a pretty good shot from way out in outer space.

Cash could be piled up on some dead planet someplace? Or maybe down here in some farmer's hay field?

Beats me, weird the things I find myself thinking about.

I even paid Debs back the money she fronted me to make the original purchase since I didn't have any at the time, plus 20% profit which made her happy.

Her money is hers and mine is mine around our house.

She did go buy me some new underwear.

+++

Debs and I had flown down to Reno to check on the deal, the first trip a year or so ago was Vegas but the company Max worked for had a second warehouse out in the sticks near Reno.

I wrote about that Vegas trip, it was fun and we got naughty. I think I wrote about that, anyway. I write so much now it's getting tough to remember.

Yep, things got naughty while we were there but what the hell. I am 69 now, Debs is 57 or 58 plus, I ain't exactly sure, so nobody gets hurt if we indulge in a little bit of hanky panky. 

I can't tell you about the two of us actually getting happy endings like a couple of oversexed kids during a massage in our hotel room at the same time by a pair of strangers, since what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Jack and Terry were a married couple and they earn their living making tourists happy with very nice rubdowns. That cost us $300 for the hour, not bad for them but sort of rich for my blood. 

Back home we pay July $60 each to massage us, things cost more in Vegas I guess.

Nice rubdowns was all it was the first time, then that second time Terry had her hands on my stuff under the towel, obvious as hell and I looked over to see Debra watching that.

I mean, July does stuff like that and of course Debs knows about it but she never actually saw that so I wasn't sure of her reaction.

She did blink a couple of times, then a grin crossed her face.

Part of what I love about my wife is she doesn't have a jealous bone in her body. Probably partly due to her being one of those Registered Nurse Practioners, so she has men's dicks in her hand all the time, thus no big deal.

Hell, now some gal we barely knew had her hands on my tally whacker with Debs not only right there in the room but watching?

In some marriages, that might start a fight.

I was about to say something but Debs just gave me a big grin, you would need to know Debs to understand.

To her, sexy stuff is just plain fun, like I said, she doesn't have a single jealous bone in her body. 

Then I saw one eyebrow go up, she lay back and closed her own eyes. I saw Jack lean down and say something, Debs just nodded.

That was interesting, terribly naughty. Some guy we barely knew was rubbing and teasing the wife's big boobs while his own wife was working on my stuff?

Getting energetic now, both hands. Then he moved down, I saw his hands go up Debra's thighs until it was completely clear where they were ending up.

He had the towel draped over her but his hands were sure as hell all the way underneath it. I saw Deb's eyelids flutter, just about the time that Terry rolled back my foreskin.

Yea, naughty.

And we allowed that? I mean, I lay there and watched this guy spread shiny lotion all over my wife's big boobs, then on her crotch and found it...interesting?

Back when I was married to my late wife Dotty I would have shit a brick at the idea of some guy touching my old lady, especially like that.

Debs is a completely different type of woman, and after a few years of getting used to her, I guess I changed some myself.

Debra being a Registered Nurse, she knows all about people and what they do, even when they pretend they don't. That plus having men's stuff in her hands dang near every day means her limits are in a different place than most.

Anyway, she seemed to be enjoying it so what the hell. She did do that glance over at me with a questioning look when things went obviously farther than getting the old behind rubbed.

Terry had me at full staff about that time and I wasn't protesting, so Debs just grinned and closed her eyes.

It's not like she was sleeping with him, all Jack was doing was making Debra feel good. Kind of like Terry was doing to me, we were all giggling and laughing, spur of the moment naughty stuff.

He didn't stick his fingers in there or anything like that so it was just touch. If he had, I might have gotten up and smacked him one.

It was sort of like when we have July come over back at our house, she touches and rubs everything too but I have never watched that when she does Debs. 

Debra has never watched me get a massage either. 

So this was different, plus Jack was a guy and my wife was almost naked? After giving her top a working over, he draped a small towel over her boobs so she wasn't totally nude. 

Both of them kept their clothes on also, it was a one way giving deal. 

Yea, I know. Married people, they shouldn't do that. Well, we did and it was fun, so there!

After the two of them left Debs and I got to fiddling around, snickering, calling each other perverts.

We are way better perverts with each other than that was, too. One thing we did find out, that oil they use tastes awful, so I got us some warm wet wash cloths and rubbed it all off.

That was fun too, we were giggling and having a ball.

Darn, now I went and broke the "What happens in Vegas...." rule?

Oh well.

+++

"Damn that's a big boat!" I said, as we stood on the dock looking up.

Hell, I wasn't sure I could even make it up that ramp. Some kid in a red uniform that looked to be about eleven years old had grabbed our suitcases, thank God.

It was worth the five bucks I tipped him to not have to drag the thing myself, little wheels on it be damned.

It was warm out and we were dressed light since August in Seattle can be hot. Debs had on shorts and a loose top, I was in one of my ever present T-shirts and blue jeans.

Looking around, I saw nearly everyone else was dressed like us, silver and white hair everywhere. I expected that since this was one of those adult cruises, no kids.

I was pretty sure I knew what "adult" cruises meant, just old folks having fun, no brats under foot. 

Old folks, like us.

That was good, I mean I like kids just fine, maybe steamed with some nice butter sauce they would be ok. 


Big Boat



Other people's kids are the very best ones, they take them with them when they leave.

Debs knew darn good and well that I wasn't going to stand for a bunch of screaming yowling brats running around and getting into everything, so the adult cruise it was.

They must have meant it too, the only people I saw under age fifty worked for the cruise line. Every single one of the crew were in shape, tanned and healthy looking. Cute red uniforms, they were easy to spot and a lot of them.

We stood there on the huge deck and watched as the big boat slowly slid away from the dock. That was quite a feeling, just me and the wife, holding hands.

Well, and a bunch of other older folks all out there watching too, cameras everywhere.

Say, I wonder why the boat doesn't tip with everyone standing on one side like that?

I had already looked the other tourists over, most of them hadn't missed very many lunches.

+++

Since we got our new daughter Sandi married off to one of the local cops, we now had all the time in the world. 

Sandi isn't really our daughter, I found her under the bottom shelf in my bathroom closet.

That story I did write, I don't care if no one believes it.

That's the way to do it with kids, I say. Find one almost grown, get her straightened out quickly and married off, end of problem.

Way better than growing one yourself, dealing with diapers and braces and all of that stuff.

Sandi I had found hiding under the bottom shelf in our bathroom closet, that really was different.

I wrote about that not too long ago, yea, that one happened and we ended up with a young woman as close to being our own daughter as it is possible to be without planting and growing one.

It was a kick in the ass getting to walk Sandi down that aisle. I had given up years ago on the idea of ever having kids, getting to see how they did with life. 

My first wife Dotty and I wanted some but there was a bad Pap test, then surgery and that was the end of that. Many good years later she fell ill again, she went so fast it was a shock.

A decade later I met Debs, and here we were, with an almost daughter and marrying her off?

I also had a tissue hidden in my pocket to help me get through doing the daddy with his lovely daughter on his arm thing.

Giving her away to Hal, a guy I was sure was a good man. That's a special moment.

Pollen, it makes my eyes water is what that was.

+++

There was a big meeting where some lady from the crew told us what to do if the boat sank, which sounded impossible to me. Hell, I could drive my truck around up here on the deck.

It wasn't too long before the shore became a line way off in the distance and then that was gone and all there was, was water.

The nice thing about very large ships is that there is no way to get seasick, either? They are so big the waves don't really have any effect, someone told me that.

I mean, all they do is move up and down and up and...down ..and...

Oh my God.

It only took about two hours and I was so sick all I wanted to do was go home.

"The ship is barely moving?" Debra said, looking at me oddly.

"Uh huh." I answered, going right back into the tiny little bathroom.

I know what scrambled eggs and bacon, hash brown spuds and toast looks like when mixed, let me tell you.

Bit of Coffee for color.

Sorry.

"Poor baby." Debs said, giving me a pill. That did help, I went to bed that evening early and by morning of the next day I felt OK. Enough to even have some juice and pancakes for breakfast.

We took off to look around, found the bar where a bunch of people were sitting feeding money into slot machines.

I don't get that, we are on this great big ship heading off across the ocean and they want to sit inside and gamble?

Not me. 

I gave up after losing my first twenty.

Debs and I went walking, and I sort of herded her towards the stern.

We got there and looked out, hell, it was maybe a half mile to the water and we must have been going 70 or so.

No way in hell was I going to troll for fish off the stern with this going on, it would have to be one damn fast fish.

"Maybe I can go find the captain and get him to slow down a little bit?" I asked, Debs just laughed at me.

She knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Let's go up to the pool." She said. So we did, that is a concept all by itself, going UP to the pool.

The ship felt pretty stable today, in fact I could not even feel any real motion. I stood there wondering about that, the ocean can get some rather big waves and I knew already the ship could roll up and down.

How in the hell did they keep the water in the pool?

There were a bunch of old ladies up there sitting around on lawn chairs, a few guys also. Most of the women had on one piece suits which one glance told me why.

Some of them appeared to be quite well fed. 

But two of them had their tops off, sitting in the Sun with it all hanging out. 

"There you go, honey!" Debs elbowed me with a grin.

It was kind of cool out, but the old gals could sit out of the wind because they had this wall that appeared to be portable they just slid to block it. 

I think up above was where the Captain and crew steering the thing were, a sign said we couldn't go up there. 

Five bucks says they spent a lot of time looking down on the pool area too, a couple of the little old ladies weren't all that bad.

"Oh boy, titties!" I snickered back at Debra, grinning towards the two bare chested women.

"That should take your mind off fishing." She giggled.

"I wasn't thinking about fishing." I lied.

"Uh huh." She laughed.

Just wait until this thing gets parked, I decided. I would have me a rubber worm over the side so fast it would make your head swim.

"Man, what a view!" Debs said. 

"Yea!" I answered, looking at the one gal that had a better than average set on her.

"Not that! The ocean!" Debs poked me.

I looked, all there was to see was water. I mean, lots of water!

That was it. Nothing else. That is a view?

"Yea, great," I said, glancing back over to where a sort of chunky gal about fifty or so now had her suit pulled down and was rubbing lotion on her boobs.

She had a pretty big set and actually looked like she was mauling them, then she saw me peeking and gave me a great big smile.

Ever feel like a mouse with a house cat looking at you?

"We should get some Sun." I told Debs.

"I suppose you want me to take my top off and show everybody my boobs, right?" Debs giggled at me.

"OK." I said.

"Pervert!" She gave me another poke. If she kept that up I was going to have a sore arm.

"Yea! Hell, nobody knows us, so what?"

Debs laughed at me, we found a couple of reclining chairs and sat down. Those were damn nice chairs, too, not like the ones at home with the plastic strips. These had mesh on them and looked pretty tough, I was thinking of maybe buying some if I could find them when we got back home.

Maybe Walmart online, or Amazon would have them?

I was so busy admiring the silly chairs I didn't even see Debs strip her top over her head, I glanced over and she was half naked, just like that.

"Wow!" I said.

"What? You have seen me a million times." She grinned.

"Not like this, right out in the open with your nipples all hard like that." I reached out to tweak one but she slapped my hand away.

"Be a good boy, besides, it's just a little bit cool out." She giggled. I noticed her face was a bit flushed, my Debs has a little streak of exhibitionist in her. Plus her set of jugs put the others to shame quite nicely. They do sag some but not very much, plus Debs is maybe 140 pounds now. Easily the best looking gal up there at the moment, I felt a little puff of pride in that.

We sat out there for maybe a half hour, some skinny guy whose face looked like he needed to see a Dermatologist came by and brought us drinks. Debs asked if they had any lotion and he ran off to get her some.

"Are you going to let that cute kid rub the lotion on for you?" I teased her.

"No way in hell." She snickered at the idea.

She did let me oil her up though, and the few guys up by the pool were sure looking while I did that.

Probably they wanted to help, can't say as I blame them, Debs does have one nice set of tits on her. In fact, looking around at about six sets of titties out by now, Debs were easily the nicest.

Most fairly well blessed females have jugs that lean over and point down by the time they are Debra's age but hers don't. Well, not much, anyway.

I did notice one old lady not 10 feet away, hers she could park on her lap, even leaned back.

The day was getting hotter and the breeze didn't seem too bad since it was coming from behind us. Even the movement of the boat was barely noticeable, I found myself almost dozing.

I woke up with a start, the Sun on my face was getting it warm.

There was an on the hairy side fat guy who looked to be 60 or so sitting right in front of us. 

Hairy enough that the term "bigfoot" popped right into my head. I could see why he was fat because he kept the skinny kid serving everyone running, bringing him snacks.

The kid came up and handed him a plate of what looked like those tiny smoked sausages, little tooth picks sticking out of them.

Man, I sure could see why he had a belly on him, he also had a basket of Nachos and cheese sitting there.

I barely got leaned back and my eyes closed again when I heard the guy let out a loud snort. I looked up and for a second thought he was having a heart attack, he was leaning forward and trying to breathe.

He had a wad of black hair on his back that would keep a Cow warm, leaning forward it looked like he was gagging.

Debs glanced up and she knew instantly, back home she is a nurse so I guess she knew what was going on. 

She was on her feet and headed that way before I could even get fully sat up.

Her fingers went right inside the guy's mouth, he was turning pretty pink. No luck there so she got behind him and damned if she didn't manage to drag him right to his feet. By now his face was seriously bright red and he looked like he was trying to throw up.

Her hands went around him, locked underneath the guy's big belly and she jerked. His head came back and she jerked again, I saw the little hot dog go cartwheeling through the air, I swear to God that was like in slow motion.

Then it hit me, Debs had her arms around the fat guy from behind, and all she had on were her shorts!

Of course her rather nice sized boobs were mashed against his hairy back, his oversized bottom tight against her shorts and she was standing there with her arms around him underneath his belly. 

Maybe 15 people all staring at what was going on.

Me with no camera.

The guy was gasping in air now, so she finally let go. Then it hit her also what this must look like, she quickly stepped back from him. She helped the man back to his deck chair, got him sat down. 

He started to lie back but she made him stay leaning forward.

From my angle I could still see the man's hairy back, greasy looking now from the lotion I had plastered rather liberally on Debra's tits.

He was getting color back, then he looked up and realized he was staring right at a set of very nice bare boobs. 

He blushed, Debra blushed, I blushed, then she walked back over to her chair, grabbed her top and pulled it on.

Someone began to clap, in seconds everyone was clapping. Still red faced, we went back down to our room.

"I can't believe that happened." She mumbled to me as we got into our tiny little compartment.

"Hell, you probably saved that old fart's life." I told her, stifling a giggle at how red her face was.

"People should never try to eat when they are laying on their backs!" She said.

"I will remember that. I will bet he does, too, you probably made his whole day!" I snickered.

"Oh, you!" She took a fake poke at me, but she still flushed again a little bit.

That was all there was to that, until later.

+++

We went down to dinner, looking around for our table number since they assigned the areas. The note said I had to wear a jacket for dinner so we were dressed nice.

A woman in one of those red uniforms came over to us, asked us to follow her. 

I didn't know what was going on until she pulled out two chairs for us at the Captain's table.

There sat the man from earlier also, with a very short and slender woman sitting next to him. We looked at each other and nodded.

"The Captain has asked you both to join him for the evening." The young woman smiled.

Hey, was this cool or what? We felt kind of like royalty, it was the best seat in the house.

A tall man dressed in a startlingly white uniform with black and gold trim came in, he walked up to Debs and held out his hand.

"Mrs. Magnuson, I am Captain Johansson, my pleasure to have you and your husband join me. I want to say thank you for what you did earlier today, you saved this man's life."

"I was glad to help, but I am a Doctor back home so I was happy I was there." Debra told him, blushing.

I almost piped up with "nurse" but managed to keep my mouth shut.

"Yes, we are aware of your profession, we are glad to have you aboard. I have instructed our staff to offer you any courtesy you may desire during your trip with us." The man had an accent I couldn't place, Norwegian or Swedish or something like that.

Then the Captain leaned down and kissed Debra's hand? She looked a little bit surprised, then she smiled.

"Say, could you maybe slow the boat down some so I can fish off the stern?" That popped out of me before I could get myself stopped.

The Captain looked at me, his mouth opened and closed a couple of times, then he laughed.

"That is most amusing, sir." He said.

I felt Debra's hand close down on my knee under the table. 

I know "shut up!" when I feel it.

Everyone was introduced but I forgot all the names instantly like I always do.

Dinner was wonderful, the Captain did have Debra stand up and he introduced her to all the people there, telling everyone what she had done.

He did mercifully leave out the part about her doing that bare breasted though. Debra blushed right on cue when everyone gave her a round of applause but I could tell she was pleased.

Later, as we mixed and had to suffer through a few dozen handshakes, the man she had helped came over with the woman that appeared to be about sixty or so. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall, and she had on heels. Her appearence was a bit like a Pixie, her hair piled up and pulled back, her ears sticking out.

He introduced her as his wife Virginia, then lapsed into a long gushing thank you for Debs having helped him. Of course he asked her for a dance and I guess Debra felt obligated, so I danced with Virginia. She surprisingly felt like a feather, she was about half the size of my Debs though so I had to hunch over a little bit.

At one point I looked over and George as I now knew him was steering Debs around fairly well. For a big man, he seemed to be light on his feet.

After one dance, he led Debs back to me, thanked us again and they left.

"George seems to be a nice man, he really needs to get some of that weight off of him though." She told me.

That's my Debra, always the Doctor.

Finally back at our room, we barely got inside when there was a knock on the door. I answered to find a different very young lady standing there, obviously one of the stewards.

"Captain Johansson had me come to ask you if you would like to move to one of our VIP suites." She said with a smile.

"Really?"

"Yes sir, with our compliments."

"What's this?" Debs appeared behind me.

"They want to move us to a better room." I told her.

"Sure, why not?" Debs smiled and began grabbing our things. That didn't take very long since we both were just working out of our suitcases.

Up several floors we went, three of them I think.

They honest to God had an elevator on the boat.

The room most certainly was nicer, for one thing the bed alone was larger than the entire room we had just been in down in economy class.

"I am Cheryl, I am the concierge for this floor. If you need anything at all, just let me know, ok?"

"OK." Debs told her with a smile.

"You should save people's lives more often, babe." I told her, patting her behind. Debs just giggled.

Later we took a shower, together of course to conserve water. Then we tried out the larger bed which was fun.

I woke up to the sound of the ship slowing, we were coming in somewhere. The room had a round window, I looked out to see a shoreline not far off.

We dressed and went out to the main deck, there were several other people out also watching. It was almost raining, more like a wet mist than rain but we were under cover.

I spotted George and Virginia, he saw us and waved, so we waved back.

It was interesting to watch how easily the crew managed the huge ship, finally we were tied up. 

The loudspeaker told us how long we could be ashore and what time we needed to be back on board. We had several hours, so as soon as we got back to our room I pushed the button.

Cheryl answered, I asked her where I could go catch a few fish. Debra just shook her head, told me she was going to go shopping.

About 20 minutes later Cheryl called and told me a trip was ready, so I grabbed my gear and went down the ramp to where a tall man and a younger fellow waited for me. He was a skipper of a local fishing boat.

"Everything is supplied, sir." he told me, looking down at my telescoping fishing pole that I had swapped my ocean reel to.

"I want to use this one." I told him.

He just grinned, which I found odd.

At the boat, a nice 26 foot cabin cruiser, there was just one other man.

George?

"Hi, Dan. I thought I would join you if you don't mind?" He said, sticking out his hand.

Now how in the hell did this man even know I was going?

+++

There wasn't a single breath of wind, all there was, was the damned mist. 

"This will lift in about an hour." The skipper told us.

I was hoping it would, it was sort of wet out. Even with the rubber hat on, water was dripping off my nose.

The boat came to a stop after quite a while of sliding easily up and over the slick as glass waves. I had already tied on a big white rubber worm on a lead head jig, so I dropped that over the side.

The rubber worm was a good six inches long, I was after those huge Alaska fish, not like the maybe 12" long greenies we have back home.

It went about 20 feet and stopped, then took off. I pulled up a black sea bass of maybe 4 pounds, released that. After catching three of them in a row I asked the skipper how I was going to get past those to reach the bottom.

Those were nice fish but I was after some big'uns.

"Use this rig." He told me, handing me a thing that looked like it was a four by four with a sinker on it the size of an Apple.

"You are kidding me." I looked at the outfit. George already had one similar and was tying on a hook a person could load hay with.

"What in the hell is down there?" I asked.

"You will find out." The man grinned, then he reached into a bucket and pulled out a gob of something that stunk to high heaven. I think it was an Octopus but I am not sure.

He handed it to me, I stuck it carefully on the hay hook. The thing was bigger than my fist by quite a bit.

"Drop that in and let it run so the bait fish don't have time to peck at it." He smiled.

The skipper just called 4 pound black sea Bass "bait fish"...?

George got his to the bottom first, set his rod into a pole holder as I was letting mine run out. For a minute or two I was thinking there was no bottom, it was damned deep in this spot.

I felt the weight bump bottom, reached to drop my rod in the holder when something damn near took it out of my hand.




Big Boat



The battle was on, I felt the deep throbs periodically as whatever it was ran for awhile. Then George's line went down also, there we were, him on one side and me on the other.

Finally, with both of my arms on fire I got the fish to the surface. It felt like it took half a day but was probably 20-30 minutes. The younger helper kid was right there but no way in hell was I going to hand him that fishing rod.

He must have been thinking the damn fish was going to drag me over the side, because he looked like he was ready to grab me.

I looked down at the thing. It was one hell of a big Flounder.

"Nice Halibut." The skipper said.

"Nice?" The thing was monstrous!

"70, maybe 80 pounds." He grinned at me. George I guess had caught a big Lingcod that they let go, I was so busy I didn't even see that.

They took a picture of my smiling face leaning over the side of the boat with the huge fish laying there in the water, then the skipper leaned down and jerked the hook loose.

I didn't mind that one bit, my head would fit into it's mouth and I didn't really want the thing inside the boat with us.

"Want to see if you can get another one?" The skipped grinned.

"I think that will do just fine." I told him, rubbing my arms. I knew there was no way I could do that again for awhile. We spent some time playing with the "bait" fish, I must have caught a dozen of them. A few of them were orange, funny looking things.

George caught a shark that was maybe 3 feet long, the skipper used some long pliars on that one, it had quite a set of teeth.

We let them all go, except for one small one the skipper threw in a cooler full of ice.

"My dinner." He grinned.

We got to throw bait out for the sea gulls on the way back, we have sea gulls back home but these appeared larger and meaner than those.

One landed right on the back of the boat, letting out some racket. It only had one leg but that didn't seem to bother it very much. That one was taking Herring right out of my hands, kind of neat.

Back at the dock, George offered me a ride.

"The skipper has another client, no point in waiting for a car, let's just take mine." He said.

Up pulled a stretch limosine. We were in some port hundreds of miles away from home and this guy had a limosine waiting? I was already realizing that there was way more to this man than I knew, but I still had no idea who he was.

"You probably have some questions, right?" George asked me, reading my thoughts.

"Well, yes. I mean, you obviously know your way around and know a lot of people....?"

"Virginia and I are one of the cruise lines largest stockholders." He grinned at me.

"Oh." Now that did explain a lot of things.

"I was really strangling when your wife jumped up and did that. I mean, half naked like that and not even concerned, that was amazing, she probably saved my life. So I feel I owe you guys."

"Well, you don't, not really. I mean, anybody would....?"

"I am not sure of that, did you see the rest of them all standing there and just watching me choke?"

"Debs is a Doctor, so to her it's what she does." I said.

"Damn good thing for me, then. Plus your wife is certainly a very lovely lady." He grinned at me.

He stressed the word "lovely", I picked right up on that.

"Would you and your lady like to join us for dinner this evening?" George asked me.

"Sure, that sounds nice." It did, too. George seemed to be an OK guy, not really what a person might expect from someone who was probably a jillionaire.

+++

"How did you do, honey?" Debs asked me the moment I got back. I handed her the photo, her eyes got wide.

"You caught THAT? On that little pole thing you brought?" She looked at the picture in disbelief.

I almost told her yes, but I never have been able to fib to Debra very well. 

"I used a deep sea rig they had on the boat." I told her.

"Oh. I was going to say...."

"Yea, I would still be out there." I laughed.

"Hey, I found out who your friend George is." I told Debs as soon as I got out of the shower.

She had been griping about me smelling like I died, holding her nose.

Probably that Octopus I used for bait.

"Oh? Who?"

"I guess he owns the damn boat, or at least most of it."

"Really?"

"Yea, that's what he told me."

"Wow, that explains the extra perks I guess."

"We are invited to dinner with them. It's in about two hours. Dress, he said." I said.

"Neat! This is beginning to be a real nice trip." Debs busied herself getting ready.

I got to sit and watch her do that, it's fun. Back home she is usually in the bedroom though, here in the little suite there was no place to go so she dressed herself right in front of me.

We have been married what? Getting onto four years now? And I still have not gotten tired of looking at my Debs.

It's fun watching your woman get dressed.

The dress she put on was one of just three nice outfits she brought with her, the bodice of this one was a little bit low cut so it displayed the tops of her nice round jugs quite nicely. No way in hell could she lean over in it.

I saw the problem instantly, Debra and I both have lost some weight, me about 25 pounds and a good dozen off of her.

She hadn't tried on this dress before packing it and it was pretty loose on her.

When she leaned forward and looked down at herself and there they hung, I started laughing.

"I better put on a bra." She told me.

"You don't have to on my account." I grinned, she just stuck her tongue out at me.

I got my sports coat, the one I had griped about taking but Debs had insisted. Good thing too, this dinner would be twice already that I needed it because George had told me the meal was "dress."

That's what they had said about the Captain's dinner also, I was hoping that would be the last one since I am a blue jeans and work shirt type of guy.

So with me all spiffed up in my slacks, sports shirt, string tie and jacket, and Debs in her pretty dress with a completely obvious black bra, off we went.

+++

"You look absolutely stunning, my dear." George stood and took both of Debra's hands in hers when we arrived. Then he placed her in the seat right next to him, which put me across the table next to Virginia.

I looked around, we were in a semi private dining area.

We did some chatting as the servers ran back and forth bringing different glasses of red wine, and some kind of five course meal of Lamb.

Each serving was also with a different type of red wine, the taste was interesting and the differences obvious. At the last, they had something they called "sweetbreads" which didn't look or taste like any kind of bread I ever tried.

That was all pretty fancy stuff, sauces for each meat dish and each plate had maybe two bites on it except for the main course.

The way they served it I was thinking a person could sit there, eat and drink all day and all night.

I did notice that George was paying one heck of a lot of attention to Debra but it didn't register on me at first.

"Such a lovely meal, perhaps the two of you would like to join us for a nightcap in our suite?" George glanced at me, then Debs.

I saw Debra blush, now I understood.

Then I felt Virginia's hand on my thigh, and it was WAY up my thigh! She gave me a gentle squeeze. I looked down at her, by down I mean she wasn't even five feet tall.

She had a look I think I remember on a woman's face, after all, it's been some time. A slow smile crossed her lips.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Debs reach down under the edge of the table, then George's hand appeared and he looked unhappy for just an instant.

"It's been a long day, I am pretty tired." I said, catching Debra's look. Her expression was completely blank.

George whispered something in her ear, she shook her head no and glanced up at me again. Virginia still had her hand on my thigh and she was wiggling her fingers, I reached down and trapped her hand before she could move it the other two inches.

"Very well. Perhaps another evening, then." George smiled and leaned back. No real expression on his face, either.

Debra and I said our thank you's for the lovely meal, then we escaped back to our room.

"I think they were trying to seduce us!" Debs said the instant we had the door shut.

"I darn near got a hand job, how did you do?" I said with a snort.

"George put his hand on my knee but I moved it." She said.

"Well, see honey? I told you we still have it going on." We were both giggling now.

"God. Virginia is just a twig, if she tried to handle what you have, it would break her in half!" Debs had tears in her eyes, I guess I did, too.

"And George is big enough he would flatten you!" I reached out and hugged Debra.

Which turned into rubbing Debra, which turned into...well, you know.

Debs and I may be getting old but we like to do stuff.

+++

I woke up in the middle of the night, needing to take a leak. Things were moving around pretty good, but I managed to find the john and not spray down the walls. The ship was doing a very slight long slow roll forward and back which made the floor feel funny. I looked out the little round window but it was pitch black outside.

I climbed back into the bed but no way could I sleep. Finally I got up.

"What are you doing, honey?" Debra asked me, still half asleep.

"I can't seem to doze off."

"Come back to bed. It's only 4 in the morning." She said.

"I don't think I can, I need some air."

"OK. let's go for a walk, maybe down in the bar we can get some tea?"

"OK." Debs dressed, we made our way to the deck. We went to the pool area, I noticed the pool was empty, there was a railing that pulled up from the deck, probably to keep people from falling in. There was a small bar, one tall man about 30 or so behind it looking bored.

No one else was around. We sat and ordered some tea, talked to the bartender.

I asked about the pool, he told me they drained it back to a tank when the ocean got rough, which it was. I didn't seem that rough, although we could feel the motion, it was slight and very slow. Sort of forward and then back, with a bit of side to side mixed in.

"We are in 30 MPH winds right now, even with a ship this large it's hard to keep her completely stable." He told us as he served us the tea.

"A person would think that the ship would roll more than it is, even being as big as this." I made some small talk, sipping the black tea.

"They use some kind of stabilizer mechanism, I am not sure how it works." He told us. That probably accounted for the funny hesitation feeling I kept getting.

"So, are you folks having fun?" The bartender asked later. We nodded, then I mentioned the nice dinner we had earlier with George and Virginia.

"Oh, I see." He smiled a knowing smile. I noticed the man kept glancing at Debra, I looked over and realized she had just pulled on a T-shirt and some slacks.

No bra which was quite clear, I must be getting old because I hadn't noticed. Debs has nice big nipples and they were rather obvious under the top she had on.

"I think this guy likes your boobs, babe." I whispered to her when he stepped out of ear range.

She glanced down, shrugged.

"So, what all is there to do on the ship?" I asked when he came back and poured us some refills. We had seen the brochures of course but I asked anyway.

"Well, there are games on the main deck, the pool and sunbathing when the weather cooperates, the spa where you can get a rubdown or use the hot tubs, the casino is fun sometimes. There will be a band in the lounge every evening, and in the show lounge there is a comedian that is pretty funny. Most people on this cruise are here to meet, and...you know...find...friends." He grinned broadly, glancing at Debra again.

Debra and I had it figured out by now.

+++

"Are we on a swinger's cruise?" Debs asked me the moment we got back to our suite.

"Beats me, you booked it. But yea, I think so. Say, what did George say to you right there at the last?" I asked.

"He told me that Virginia and he would very much like us to come to their cabin for the evening because he found me fascinating." She giggled.

"Well, I agree with him." I told her, getting a sweet smile.

"So you did book us on a swinger's cruise?" I chortled. God, this was funny. Why that never registered on me before, I don't know.

"Well, I didn't know. You just said it would be nice if there were no kids around to deal with."

"Well, I didn't have a clue, either."

"We can just relax and enjoy ourselves, it will be OK."

"What do I do if one of those old ladies start hitting on me? You know how women are when a handsome stud like me is around." I said with a smirk.

"Well, honey. I guess you will just have to figure that out."

"Hmmmmm...." I gave Debs my best evil grin.

"You do know I am a surgeon, right honey?" Debs laughed.

"You are just a nurse." I laughed.

Once again we got into some messing around but my poor old overworked stuff wasn't yet up to the task. I mean, we had already fiddled around a couple of times, at my age there are limits.

Debs still tasted just fine, however.

"I bet poor old George still has a woodie from you rubbing your boobs all over his back." I teased her some more as we lay there trying to go to sleep.

"Oh, yuk." She said.

+++

The next morning I looked out the little round window and saw we were in some kind of bay. The water looked like there wasn't a single wave on it.

Nothing seemed to be moving, we had stopped.

Great!

I got dressed, grabbed a coat because it looked kind of cold out. Then I grabbed my telescoping fishing pole, headed for the door.

"What are you doing?" Debs asked me, her eyes still filled with sleep.

"I want to go catch a fish." I answered.

"I don't think they are going to let you do that."

"Well, we will just see about that."

I heard her snickering as I shut the door.

There were a few people wandering around the deck when I got down there, most of them were either still in bed or at the bar I guess.

They did give me some funny looks but nobody said anything.

I barely made it to a spot I had seen earlier, I knew I could cast from there down to the water, and there was a neat railing so I wouldn't fall off. The ship was completely still and quiet, I knew we were at anquor.

I tossed the white rubber worm over the side, saw it hit the water and let the line run. For a few seconds I was thinking I would run out of line before it did hit, but then I felt the line go slack.

Just then I heard a noise behind me, it was a radio or something.

"You can't do that here, sir." A young man in uniform told me.

"Why not?" I asked, giving my lure a little jig.

"Because it's..." Just then the radio made another rasping sound. I managed to pick up "hilarious" and something about "standing by."

"All right, sir. You may go ahead, but just for a few minutes, OK?" He told me.

Cool. I jigged for awhile, nothing. Then I started to reel up and something grabbed the line.

"Oh, you got something!" The kid exclaimed.

Yea, no kidding. Whatever it was felt pretty big, finally after lots of tugging I looked down and saw it splashing around way down there.

Reeling a pretty good sized fish straight up and out of the water isn't easy, but I managed. The pole I was using was bent completely double, I expected it to break any moment but it didn't.

Finally I swung the thing up and over the railing.

A Bullhead.

Just like back home, another damned Bullhead. The thing was huge, maybe 5 pounds but still??

All the way to Alaska and I catch a Bullhead.

"What are you going to do with that, sir?" The young man asked me, eyeing it's row of very large sharp teeth.

For those of you who don't know what an ocean Bullhead is, it is mostly a head and mouth with sharp teeth, a pot belly which can hold things almost as big as it is and a little short tail, ugly as sin.

If you ever catch one, do NOT stick your fingers in it's mouth.

Ask me how I know sometime.

"Maybe you could have the chef prepare it for my dinner?" I wisecracked, getting a wide eyed look out of the young man.

I was kidding of course, I cooked one of those once maybe 15-20 years ago. Let's just say they have a "flavor" all their own.

"Naw, I will let it go." I stepped on it's head to keep it from biting me, got the hook loose and booted it over the side.

The kid looked relieved.

What the hell, I headed back to our room after tipping the kid a $5 bill. He seemed pleased, I figured that might let me get away with fishing someplace else.

Debs was sound asleep so I took a shower. She was awake when I came out of the tiny stall.

"Catch anything?" She asked.

"Yep. Just like back home, a danged Bullhead." I did some pretend pouting. She just laughed at me.

We got dressed and went down for breakfast.

+++

Captain Johansson came by as we ate, he again took Debra's hand and kissed it.

"Did you enjoy yourself this morning, sir?" He asked, turning to me with an amused look on his face.

OK. So now I knew who the kid had been talking to on his radio.

"Yes, but maybe next time you could park over a nice rocky bottom, OK?" I grinned at him.

He smiled broadly, looking a little bit like he was stifling a peal of laughter, nodded to us and left.

Later on, we again felt the ship begin to move, the Ocean was still filled with whitecaps but the huge rolling waves were absent so things felt fairly smooth.

I was thinking we had pulled into the cove to get out of the storm but I wasn't sure. In the bar, I stopped and stuffed a twenty into one of the one armed bandits, darned if I didn't hit two single bars and a five, which paided $100. I cashed out $160, a nice profit. We headed up onto the deck, by now the Sun was out again. Off in the distance behind I could see black clouds, so I was pretty sure I was right on why we had stopped.

On the Sun deck, the pool was still empty but several people were sitting around. The two old ladies we had seen up there before were once again topless.

"Are you going to sun bathe?" I asked Debs.

"Nope. I think I will stay covered up the rest of this trip." She grinned at me.

"Yea, good idea. If you go waving those puppies around, we will have every old coot on board up here hitting on you." That brought a giggle from Debs.

She pulled out her player and turned it on, leaned back. I saw what she was listening to, I had heard part of it myself.

"50 Shades of Gray" It is called.

"You are listening to a porno book?" I asked her.

"What, honey?" She asked, taking off her head piece.

"Porno book?" I pointed.

"Yea. It's a best seller." She grinned, then she went back to listening.

Good grief.

About a half hour later, sure enough, here came George and Virginia. She had on a bikini that would be scandalous on a 20 year old and she was at least sixty. George had on a pair of tight black trunks, those looked funny on him with his big hairy belly.

"Nice to see you folks this morning." He gave us both a grin and they plopped down right across from us. George was sitting on the edge of the deck chair, his legs spread so the crotch of his trunks bulged out right in front of me.

I had an urge to go get him a blanket or towel or something. That combined with his big pot belly and hair all over him was disconcerting.

The waiter came by almost instantly, George asked for one of those buckets of Tortilla chips with cheese melted on it.

Then Virginia slipped off her tiny top, it was plenty large enough because underneath it she had close to nothing at all but pointy pink nipples.

George grabbed some lotion and made a show out of liberally applying it to her and he didn't miss anything.

He even took her pointy little nipples between his fingertips and rolled them, which made her screw up her face.




Big Boat



"Aren't you going to make yourself comfortable, Debra?" George asked her.

"What?" Debs asked, taking off her head phones.

"Oh, I just thought...? If you wanted to...I mean..we are all adults here?" He grinned at her, waving his hand towards where Virginia sat topless.

"I'm fine." Debs smiled sweetly and went back to her story.

George looked like he was not real happy at that, I stifled a laugh.

We had a pleasant chat, laughed some about our fishing trip. George made several wisecracks about how it had looked for a while that the Halibut was trying to catch me. 

Every time I glanced at Virginia she was looking at me with a big smile. 

Ok, so when she closed her eyes I did take a good look at her titties, her nipples were like tiny cones, pointy and sticking out.

Those were kind of cute, then Debs glanced over and caught me, she raised one eyebrow but grinned.

Not too far away I saw two couples closely engrossed in conversation, before long one of the women got up and left, followed a few minutes later by one of the other men. It wasn't long before the other two left in the opposite direction.

That was obvious, I knew they were swapping partners.

Yep. Swinger's cruise, no doubt about it at all in my mind. Why that hadn't hit either one of us at the outset is beyond me, but it didn't.

Finally we got away from the two of them, we went down to the spa area and got into one of their hot tubs. That was nice until two old guys came in and joined us, both of them naked. The one guy wasn't so bad looking, the other guy would have looked far better if he kept his pants on.

It's not really my thing to share a hot tub with nude men and the one guy kept lifting up so the end of his dick stuck out of the water and it wasn't limp. 

I guess he was proud of it or something.

Debs was quickly ready to go so we left.

Heck, we didn't even get one of the rubdowns they had available in the spa area. By then we were nearly afraid to, although I did see one lady that was about 30 or so rubbing an older guy who was lying face down with a towel over his ample behind.

They clearly did the massages right out in the open, so I assumed no hanky panky went on.

I did notice that over to one side was another room, a lady went in there with a tall fellow, they shut the door. Curious, I grabbed one of the brochures on the way out, stuck it in my pocket.

+++

We were down to just a couple of nights left, Debra decided to go to the gift shop to see if she could find some "things" whatever in the hell that meant.

I begged off, looking at "things" with little "made in China" tags on the bottom didn't do it for me.

Instead, I slipped up to the bar to have a drink. I really don't drink very much but a nice whiskey hits the spot sometimes.

There was a lady behind the bar this time, she had on tight shorts and a halter top that made it clear that she had assets.

She also knew how to make tips, that became quite clear in very short order.

That was fun. So much so that I had three of those drinks, not something I don't do very often. The bartender was managing to get her whole boob out into view regular as clockwork, it was obvious she was doing that deliberately.

I was sitting there enjoying her doing her best to tease me and the half dozen other old men sitting there when in walked Virginia.

She headed right for me.

Of course.

"Hi, Danny! Nice to see you again today!" She plopped down on the stool next to me.

Up until that very moment Virginia had been on the quiet side, she sure as hell wasn't now.

You know how it is when someone is doing everything they can think of to involve you in a conversation?

I was managing some short grunts and groans, hoping Debs would show up and rescue me.

"Don't you like me?" Virginia finally asked straight out.

"I like you just fine." I managed.

"Well, how about coming to my room? I could use some attention, and you are the best looking guy on this boat." Virgina smiled, leaned towards me and slid her hand right over my lap.

OK, so white haired old me liked that comment, I admit it. My other head also has a mind of it's own and responds to touch.

"Oh, my!" Virgina giggled, giving me a squeeze.

"Look, I...I don't...George...?" I said lamely, not knowing quite what to do. Hell, I couldn't just pop her one.

"Oh, don't worry about George. He likes to watch but the first time I thought maybe it could be just you and me?" Her hand was now deliberately squeezing my crotch.

My equipment might be old, but it does work and I felt myself begin to swell even more. I looked around quickly but no one was paying any attention.

"Virginia, Debs and I..we aren't like that, we just....?"

"Oh. I thought? Well, why are you here then?" She sat back upright and mercifully removed her hand.

"Just a vacation. Thank you for the...uhh...offer but...." I barely managed.

"No problem." She sounded mildly huffy, then got up and went over to sit at another table with a couple.

I got up and went off looking for Debs.

She wasn't in the gift shop, she wasn't in our room. I found her sitting at one of the slot machines in the casino section, absentmindedly pulling the handle on the old fashioned machine, and engrossed in a conversation.

With George.

Somehow that didn't surprise me all that much. Virginia had just rather clearly hit on me so I assumed George was doing the same with Debs.

My gal is pretty good at deflecting men, after all she spends a lot of time in her office dealing with them.

I noticed that she didn't seem to be doing very much deflecting, in fact she tipped her head back and laughed at something the guy said. I started to head that way, then I saw George reach out and touch her bare shoulder which should have caused her to react, but she didn't.

That is when I noticed the top she had on was a halter style, held up by thin straps. New one too, she must have just bought it because I had never seen it before.

No bra, her big round boobs clearly on display and George with his hands on her?

George looked up and spotted me, maybe he saw the look on my face because he withdrew his hand. He said something to Debs, she turned and saw me, smiled.

I turned and went back to our room.

Yea, I was kind of pissed, I didn't like the idea of George putting his hands on my wife one bit, and I had enough drinks down me that I couldn't hide my reaction.

I barely got the door shut and Debs arrived.

"What's the matter, honey?" She asked.

"You know what's the matter." I growled.

"Is it George? We were just talking, I was playing the machine and he came over and sat down."

"He had his hands on you."

"That was nothing, he is kind of an expressive type guy. Oh my God, you are jealous! I have never seen you get this way before." She was grinning and that pissed me off.

But she was right, George didn't do anything, not really. My reaction was silly, and fueled by a couple of extra drinks.

"I ran into Virginia down in the bar, she made a pass at me."

"I figured that was a matter of time." Debs laughed.

"She actually copped a feel!" I admitted.

Debs just laughed at that.

"I can't say as I blame her, you are the best looking guy on this ship." Debs gave me a hug.

OK. So I didn't mind hearing that even if I didn't really believe it.

"You actually got jealous about George, huh?" She smirked.

"No. It just irritated me."

"Uh huh. You can relax, honey. No way in hell is that fat guy going to get anywhere near me. Hell, I have you!"

"OK. I'm sorry." I muttered.

"Don't be, that was kind of cute!" Debs actually giggled.

Crap.

Funny thing, that tiny little incident seemed to perk the wife right up and later on I got a nice reward. Debs does have a magic tongue, no doubt about that.

I think she liked it that I got a little bit sniffy at the idea of some guy hitting on her.

+++

OK, so that was about it. Debs and I ended up on an old folk's swinger cruise for God's sakes, and we don't swing. Not really, unless you count July coming over to do massages and that incident down in Vegas.

Back home I listed a bunch of items to sell, and money once again was beginning to pile up.

Anyway, Debs got home from the clinic. Over dinner she asked me if I wanted to take another cruise.

"Yea? Where to?"

"How about to Bermuda, or maybe someplace warm?"

"Maybe. I wonder what tropical fishing is like?" I said. Catching one of those Sailfish or something like that cropped right into my head.

She just shook her head and laughed.

"Hey, if it's real warm out that means the women will all probably be.....??" I told her later.

Hmmmm. Titties, I like titties. What is it about being on a cruise ship that gets women to whip them right out in public?

"Yes, probably. Maybe me, too!" Debs grinned, climbing into my lap.

"One other thing. No kids!"

"No kids it is." One eyebrow went right up.

Hmmmm. Going to be interesting.



Big Bob and the Boys



The following morning Big Bob saw Meghan, his nephew's wife, standing on the curb in front of the fire station as he had directed her to. He had his driver pull the big black limo up to the curb and told Jason one of his body guards who was also in the back of the car to not open the door as of yet. Also in the car in the front seat was another body guard Michael, the driver Chen and in the back seat across from him was Tracy one of his "secretaries" from city hall who was twenty-four years old. Michael and Jason had been with him the day before when he had gone to his sister's home for her birthday celebration and had fucked Meghan in the back bedroom.

Meghan wore a sweater that was a bit too tight that showed off her large melon sized tits while her tartan style skirt fell to just above her knees and was snug around her deliciously wide hips. She reached down to open the limo door and found that it was locked She was also unable to see through the tinted glass. She stood back up and then nervously looked both ways down the street to see who might be watching her.

"Let her in," Bob said after another minute had passed. He slid to one side of the soft seat while Jason jumped out and ushered the young wife into the car and then followed her in to sit next to her. 

Meghan looked around the very luxurious car. She had expected Big Bob to pick her up on his own and was surprised to see the other three men and woman in the limo.

"What's going on," she said with a note of trepidation. 

As big as the back seat was Big Bob and Jason had her hemmed in tightly with their strong thighs firmly up against hers. She looked over at Jason who was somewhere in his mid to late thirties and had the bearing and physique of a former professional fighter or Special Forces dude. She could smell the testosterone laced musk of his body and was not at all surprised after the adventure of the previous day to find herself becoming quickly sexually aroused. She had had a difficult time sleeping the night before recalling her debasement and intense fucking and was well ready for Big Bob to take her and use her again.

The limo began to move and she felt Big Bob shift a bit next to her and as she looked over saw that he had unbuckled his pants and pulled his fully erect cock out of his pants. She had already felt the monster inside of her but it was the very first time that she had actually laid eyes on it and she found herself mesmerized by the large dark purple plumb shaped head and thick shaft that seemed to be made of steel. She remembered the glorious feeling of it the day before when he had fucked her relentlessly but found herself wondering now how she had ever been able to take him in her as he was easily twice the size of her husband.

"God gave you that beautiful mouth for one purpose baby, suck it Meghan," he ordered and put his arm around her back to force her face down into his lap.

Meghan resisted and fought him even though he was a powerful man and she was hopelessly over matched.

"Are you crazy?" she screamed as the limo made its way in the country and up into the forested uninhabited hills that were so much apart of that section of Virginia. 

"Oh my God, I'm not going to do that in front of all of these people. What kind of a woman do you think that I am?" she cried as tears began to seep out of her eyes and down her face ruining her carefully applied makeup.

Big Bob released her and flipped a button on the remote that dropped a surprisingly large flat television screen down from the car's ceiling. A movie came on which was a side view of Big Bob fucking her the day before and Meghan begging him not to stop. No one said a word in the car. The only noise was from the video with the steady slapping sound of Big Bob slamming he cock into the young wife's wet willing pussy, with an occasional slap of his hand on her soft wide ass as she her whimpered and pleaded for more.

"I believe we all know what kind of a woman that you are Meghan, probably more so than you do yourself," Big Bob said at last while letting the video, which was on a continual loop continue playing. 

"I asked you to join me today to see if you were interested in using your carnal lust and basic sexual desires to get yourself and your pathetic husband a job in this town."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"What I am suggesting is that you join my staff doing office support work in city hall with Tracy over there and another woman and in addition to that I have arranged, provided you accept my offer, for Tim to get a job as the new accounting manager with the car dealership on Main Street."

"That is all?" Meghan asked with doubt.

"Of course not you stupid silly bitch you will also fuck me and whomever else I ask you to fuck with no questions and with the full measure of enthusiasm that you showed me yesterday, anytime, anyplace that I desire."

"And if I say no?" she said as the tears began to flow once again.

"Don't be stupid and insult me," Big Bob shouted at her. "We both know you have discovered you're a slut and are dying to get more than the tiny taste that you got yesterday. I am offering you a chance to become the woman that has been hiding inside of you and at the same time get paying jobs for you and your husband. If you say no you are free to go and I will simply give Tim a copy of the DVD we're all enjoying and make sure that the two of you never get a job in this town or county for that matter."

"Additionally", he said while watching her as she was now weeping uncontrollably. "We both know if you don't explore your sexuality under my direction you'll do it in a short time on your own. You've opened a door Meghan that you don't want to close and I know that baby because if you did you would not be here with me right now. If you do it on your own you're going to end up divorced from your husband in disgrace and working as a cheap street whore with a major case of the clap for a few bucks on some street in DC or Richmond."

Meghan wiped her eyes and looked at him with a resolute but resigned gaze. Big Bob said nothing more as he reached back around her and pushed her head back down into his lap. She went with no further resistance and took his beefy rock hard cock into her mouth and began to suck on him. In that submissive manner she fully accepted his terms.

They drove for about five more minutes down a dirt road all the while getting deeper into the woods while Megan sucked on his cock losing herself in the sensation of the large piece of throbbing meat that went progressively deeper and deeper down her throat . The car came to a stop and Big Bob pulled her off of his cock and moved off of the seat to the smaller coach on the other side of the car where Tracy was sitting. Before she could say anything the car door opened and Michael, the other body guard entered and sat down next to her where Big Bob had earlier been. If anything this man was even bigger and harder than Jason who remained tight against her on her other side all the tmie she was sucking on his boss' cock.

Big Bob turned off the TV monitor and it disappeared back into the ceiling of the limo. He nodded at the hefty men and they turned their attentions to the young wife who was wedged between them. Before Meghan could react Jason took her head in his large hands and turned her towards him and began to kiss her soft lips while simultaneously Michael reached up and under her sweater and unhooked the clasp to her bra. Michael then leaned forward and began to kiss the back of her silky pale neck while his strong hands took her now freed breasts in his hands and began to fondle them.

After what she had just been through the day before, her anticipation all night long of this meeting and what Big Bob had said to her Meghan was intensely sexually aroused. Though the thought of having these two robust men use her had never entered her mind she found herself to be very receptive to their attentions and excited about what they obviously planned on making her do. Big Bob was right, a door had been opened and she was intensely excited about exploring her unburdened sexuality with men who were tough and forceful.

Michael moved away from her for a few minutes while she continued to kiss Jason and when he returned and pulled her sweater over head and bra off of her arms. As though she was a rag doll, Jason turned her towards Michael and she slid into his embrace discovering that he was naked. Her hard nipples and tits pressed against his very hairy chest. Her husband Tim had an almost hairless chest and she felt her pussy twitch and enjoy its first orgasm from the wonderful sensation of having her hard nipples buried in his wiry dark chest hair. She heard herself moan into his lips as he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it.

She heard the sound of an electric motor and the couch that she was sitting on began to slide out and down into a flat bedlike surface. As it transformed into a bed Michael rolled her over onto her back. She looked over to her right and saw that Jason had also discarded his clothes. He reached over and unbuttoned and then slid her skirt and panties off of her hips and down her legs. She obligingly lifted her hips to make his job easier. He laid his body down next to hers and she felt his incredibly large hard ejection pressed insistently against her soft hip. At the same time Michael took her left hand and placed it on his equally well endowed hard cock. 

Meghan heard a sound in the limo that was like the howl of a wolf or the cry of a coyote and then realized that it was herself as she became increasingly unhinged in response to what the two husky men were doing to her. Jason had spread her thighs and began to hungrily lick her wet pussy. He was aggressive and licked and sucked on her cuntal lips and very hard clitoris with very little delicacy. He was an animal feasting on her cunt enjoying the tastes and smells and caring nothing for her needs. She found his technique to be just what she needed and realized that the warm spreading sensations in her groin were her lubricating juices beginning to flow copiously in preparation for her imminent fucking.

Meghan looked over to where Big Bob was sitting and avidly watching her being sexually consumed by his two bodyguards. She glanced down and saw that Tracy had stripped off her clothes and was kneeling on the floor and was licking and sucking on Big Bob's balls while watching the action on the bed out of the corner of her eye. 

Meghan's view was cut off as Michael, having kneeled near her head, turned her face towards him and fed his big cock into her willing mouth. Having just sucked Big Bob she was able to accurately judge the two men and was surprised that Michaels cock was both longer and thicker than his boss'. She could only guess at Jason's but from the previous feeling against her thigh she guessed he was every bit as big as or bigger than the other two men. She suddenly knew that there was no way that she would ever again find satisfaction from her husband's measly thin five and a half inches. These were real men and real men were what her body craved.

Michael grabbed her dark hair tightly in his fists and began to pound his shaft into her defenseless compliant mouth. Her nose was nestled into the man's wiry pubic hair and the smell of man and musk drove her almost insane with desire for him. She reached her hands up and began to fondle and gently scratch the man's dangling testicles with her fingers and nails eliciting a deep appreciative moan from the bodyguard in response. She let her hands begin to massage and knead the man's muscular thighs that were like as hard as steel and then wrapped her arms around and squeezed his flexing ass as he drove his cock into her mouth.

She felt Jason move up onto her body followed shortly by the glorious feeling of his long thick rod sliding into her wet gaping cunt. As the man slid deeper and deeper into her she arched her back and drove herself aggressively onto his cock. She found the intense pain of his entry to be incredibly exciting and understood that this is what her body had been designed for- to please men. He leaned forward and took one of her tits into his mouth and began to chew and nurse on her nipple while burrowing deeper and deeper into her suddenly insatiable receptive body with each of his forceful thrusts.

The two powerfully built men settled into a thrusting rhythm where Meghan's soft yielding body was nothing more than a smooth feminine receptacle for their masculine needs and lust. She found that she very much liked that and relaxed and did her best to give as much pleasure as she could to their piston like unrelenting shafts.

The grunts of the men were mixed with her whimpers and moans as their fucking went on and on for more than fifteen minutes. Meghan's orgasms build one upon another and she began to feel faint as the men screwed her in a relentless fashion. For an instant they stopped. She had not felt them cum and wondered what had happened but they were only changing positions and within seconds they began their assault on her tender body anew with even greater vigor.

For what seemed to her like forever they continued to fuck her docile body in the confines of the limo, the men may or may not have changed positions again she was not certain as she was in and out of semi consciousness. The intensity of her fucking achieved the wonderful plateau where pain and pleasure became one. It was like nothing she ever dreamed possible. She knew that she would spend the rest of her life seeking these sensations over and over again. 

Finally she felt the cock of whatever man currently had his large cock in her mouth begin to jerk and twitch. He pulled her face tight against his hard belly, totally cutting off her breath, as he began to spew his hot sweet sperm directly down her throat. Within seconds the other man slammed his body powerfully into her cunt painfully jabbing against the opening of her tender cervix and shot his seed directly into her fertile womb. They fucked her for a half a minute that seemed like an hour until they were drained and then pulled out of her and let her collapse on her tummy on the sweaty leather covered bed.

Incredibly while she tried desperately to catch her breath she felt a shifting on the couch as someone came up from behind her and she turned her head to see Big Bob naked and holding his solid erection in his right hand. He used his knees to spread her legs apart and then she felt the knob of his cock nudge the opening to her ass. Her ass was covered with cum and her lubricants so he was able to push easily through her tight virgin sphincter with little trouble. He did not worry about her comfort put impaled himself deep into her ass with no concern for her pain. 

Meghan screamed as Big Bob began to thrust deep into her bowels. She quickly discovered that even though she did not enjoy it as much as the fucking that she had just received she enjoyed it none the less. She was fortunate that Tracey had been doing a yeoman's job in sucking Big Bob's cock during her fucking by the two body guards and his fuse was quite short so after deflowering her ass he was only able to fuck her for a few short minutes in her incredibly tight posterior passage before he shot his load into her ass.

The driver took them back to the fire house while Meghan got back into her clothes.

"Tell Tim to go to the dealership in the morning and he will be pleasantly surprised," Big Bill said. "Tell him to ask for Mr. Smithers. And you should be at City hall at nine am to start your new job in the morning."

Meghan pulled herself out of the car and limped down the street towards the Tim's Mom's home where they were staying until they found employment. She was sore from her jaw to her toes. It was a wonderful glorious feeling that she looked forward to repeating.



Big Bob's Surprise for Meghan



Meghan arrived at work the next morning promptly at nine and was assigned a desk and list of tasks and responsibilities. She had spent more than an hour preening herself and wore one of her scantiest bras and panties that she had hoping that she would be called upon during the day to service Big Bob or one of his men. Alas that was not to be. In point of fact there wasn't even any flirting or quick fondles to be had- just work, boring work, and not really enough work to fill up her day.

The entire week went by with her simply answering the phone, filing, typing uncomplicated letters and doing all of the other inconsequential office chores that were completely mind numbing. Each time Big Bob or one of the boys came through the office she felt her pussy immediately twitch and begin to wetten but never was she summoned to the inner office for what she wanted and needed so very badly.

Twice during the week she had gone down to the car dealership where Tim had started work as the new accounting manager to have lunch with him. He also felt underutilized and under paid but in the economic climate of the day they felt grateful to have found jobs that allowed them to get their feet back under themselves. Of course Meghan's job was predicated on something different than her office skills, or so she had been told. 

She had met Tim's boss on both of those occasions, the owner of the dealership, Mr. Smithers who was a man in his late fifties who looked a bit older than he was. He was a big man who had the beginnings of a rather large pot belly. She did not like the way that he looked at her. He appraised her from her feet up and over her body as though he was undressing her and imagining her in indecent postures. He even kissed her on the cheek on one occasion while pressing his body against her in a not so innocent manner. It gave her a bit of the creeps but in her sexually heightened state it also turned her on a bit.

On Friday just before lunch Big Bob called her into his office and handed her a bag. 

"Go over to the Rainbow Motel. I have a room that I keep there which this key will get you in," he said as he handed her the key. 

"Take yourself a nice warm bath, put this on and help yourself to the bar and be ready for some company by one thirty." He walked over to her and kissed her deeply and allowed his hands to roam over her lush body.

Meghan virtually flew out of the office, made a quick stop at the Piggly Wiggly to get some items and then sped to the motel. By one thirty she had had three strong vodkas on the rocks, had taken a very hot bath in orange blossom oil scented water that made her skin pink and had put on the very scanty pink baby doll lingerie that Big Bob had given her in the bag along with high heeled fuck me sandals that were also in the bag.

She heard a key in the door and quickly stood in the middle of the room so that Big Bob could appreciate her when he entered. Her pussy was throbbing and she felt her juices were seeping out of her cunt. 

When the door opened it was not Big Bob that stood there but Mr. Smithers her husband's boss from the dealership. He closed the door behind him while never taking his eyes off of the luscious young wife.

"I think there has been a mistake," Meghan said as the man began to unbutton his shirt.

"There is no mistake young lady," he replied with a lustful leer on his face. "Bob convinced me to give your worthless husband a job that I had no reason to fill and the determining factor was that he convinced me that I was going to enjoy fucking your sweet body anytime that I had a hankering to do so. And right now I do so want to fuck you."

Never taking his eyes off of her as she stood like a deer in the headlights he quickly threw his shirt and undershirt on the chair that stood near the door and then dropped his trousers and kicked off his shoes. Wearing only boxers and his socks he moved towards the twenty-two year old beauty. 

He was a big man standing at least six foot four with broad shoulders and a barrel chest that was covered with a pelt of gray hair. His belly hung down a bit from his abdomen but she only looked at it for an instant as the stalk that hung below it was coming to life and was every bit as big or bigger than Big Bob's or that of his body guards. Meghan began to wonder what it was about the men that she had met in Asterville all having very nice cocks. She had heard that he had played college football as a lineman at Virginia Tech and had even spent a couple of years in the NFL. He was a very powerful man who at the moment had only one thing on his mind- taking her.

"Please don't do this Mr. Smithers," she begged as he walked up to her.

"My name is Rick," he said as he leaned down and kissed her soft lips with his open mouth. Being in a hypersexual state she hesitated for only an instant before returning his kisses. 

He let his hands roam over her lush warm soft body taking an instant to pull off the top of her sheer brassiere and allowing her big tits to spill free. His hands were not at all gentle and she felt like she was being mauled as he roamed over her silky skin. He bent his head down and took one of her hard nipples in his mouth and began not to nurse on it but to chew on it. Her arousal made the intense pain become pleasurable and she moaned and ran her fingers through his thinning hair as she pressed him closer to her tit in encouragement. 

"You are a hot bitch just like I had heard," the man said as he pushed her roughly onto the queen sized bed and then pulled her scanty panties down her limp legs and off of her tiny feet.

He dropped his boxers and took off his socks before joining the young woman who was literally squirming in anticipation on the bed. Her toes were curled and she had taken her large tits in her hands and was squeezing them and pinching her own nipples. He laid there next to her for more than a minute watching her writhe and fidget.

"Please," she said looking at him with her desperate need apparent.

"Please what?" he asked as he let his fingers of his right hand begin to trace slowly up and down her warm inner thigh coming just inches from her wet cunt before retreating back down. Her butt wiggled into the mattress and she drew her thighs further apart and moaned.

"You're a married woman who is married to my accounting manager I'm not sure it would be right," he said taunting her before leaning in and smelling her fragrant hair and then sticking his hot wet tongue into her ear.

"The hell with my husband. Oh Please fuck me," she said in a breathless whisper. "I need to be fucked, God I need it so badly. I need that big hard cock of yours in me," she moaned and whimpered as she let her hands journey down her smooth body to her pussy and began to masturbate.

"Every man in this town wants to fuck you girl and before too long, if I don't miss my guess, most probably will," he said. "You'll get all the fucking that you need in this town sweetheart."

His cock was swollen to its full nine thick inches and was twitching like a caged lion mad to tear apart a tethered lamb. He took one of her small hands and placed it on his rigid shaft and groaned as she began to caress him. He leaned down and bit her right tit and began to chew on the tender velvety flesh. Her body smelled delicious and he wanted to ravage and consume her.

He sat up and took the two pillows and put them in the center of the bed and then picked Meghan up as though she was a rag doll and placed her belly down on the bed with her hips thrust up in the air. Moving behind her he spread her thighs wide and then worked his face in between her legs and began to feast on her super wet and hot leaking pussy licking her tender cuntal lips and sucking her sweet slick juices into his mouth. The woman cried out in pleasure and passion and wiggled her ass into his face to encourage his efforts as she dug her fingers into the mattress. He used his index finger to penetrate her anus and she cried out again with pleasure as he sank it deep into her ass and began to finger fuck her while his tongue burrowed into her vagina drawing out more female syrup. He felt her cunt begin to spasm and she screamed as her first orgasm battered her body as her ass cheeks clasp tightly around his face, her pussy tried to milk his tongue and her ass tightened on his embedded finger.

He got up on his knees and spreading her thighs further apart with his knees and her ass cheeks with his hands he slid his cock hard and deep into her still twitching hot dripping cunt. He did not wait for her to adjust to him but began to ram and thrust as deep and hard as he could into her helpless body sexually energized by her screams of pain and passion and the movements of her supple silky body beneath him.

Mr. Smithers had tremendous stamina and fucked her doggy style for more than fifteen minutes. He was also a very skilled lover and varied the cadence of his strokes, his depth and his angles of penetration while he rubbed her soft ass and occasionally reached under her, fondled her hanging tits and pinched her nipples. Each time he did this Meghan would have another orgasm that built on each other in intensity.

He pulled the pillows out from under her tummy and rolled her onto her back. Meghan's legs spread wide for him as he rammed his cock back deep into her throbbing cunt and began to hump her mercilessly. As he fucked her he leaned down and first bit her nipples then nuzzled into her soft tender throat and finally kissed her open wet lips.

Incredibly the older man held out for another ten minutes before he arched his back and roared as he achieved his release and his hot sperm began to spray into her young woman's clasping battered cunt. Meghan's orgasms had become almost continuous but when he began to cum in her she had a final one that equaled any she had ever had in the past.

His load released, he wasn't finished with her and pulling himself out of her cunt he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down the bed and fed his now semi limp cock into her mouth.

"Lick me clean bitch and suck back my erection so I can fuck you some more," he said with his fingers still tightly laced into her short brown hair. "We're not done yet not by a far piece."

Over the next few minutes Meghan licked their juices off of his cock and balls. She had just taken his already hardening cock into her mouth and begun to suck on him when she heard the door to the motel room open. She tried to pull away and see who had entered but Mr. Smithers had her face firmly pressed up against his groin.

"Hey Gabe," Mr. Smithers said. "She is everything Big Bob promised and more. Get undressed and take you a sample of this hot bitch."

Meghan whimpered and trembled with fear and excitement as she continued to suck on Mr. Smithers' now very hard cock and listened to the sounds of the other man undressing.

"You think Tim minds us fucking his wife while he's back at the dealership working," Gabe said with a chuckle.

"He doesn't know it but the only reason that limp dicked asshole has a job is so we can fuck his bitch," Mr. Smithers responded all the while feeding his cock into her mouth.

Mr. Smithers pushed her away and down onto her back on the bed where she laid limply with her legs parted and her swollen pussy leaking her juices and the sperm that she had taken from Tim's boss.

"Meet Gabe, Meghan. He is our sales manager and I suspect Alan our service manager will be here in a few minutes as both of those boys have some big loads they want you to milk from them with that wonderful pussy of yours. Or perhaps they'll avail themselves of that tight asshole or sweet mouth. We'll just have to see won't we?"

Gabe, who was now totally naked, moved towards the end of the bed where Meghan was sprawled out and placed his erection near her lips which she opened and compliantly sucked his cock into her mouth. He was not in the same league cock wise with the other Asterville men that she had met and fucked but he had plenty to give a girl a good humping.

As she got into sucking him and began caressing his balls she heard the door open again.

"Yo Alan, you're just in time for the party, "she heard Mr. Smithers say. The reality of what was happening and what was about to happen hit her and a massive orgasm suddenly racked through her body causing her to moan and arch her back.

"She's hot and wild and better than any whore you'll ever find in Richmond, Alan, "he said as he slipped his long hard cock back into her slippery wet cunt and began to fuck her as she continued to suck on the sales manager.

She was suddenly certain that it was going to be a very long and glorious afternoon.



Big Bob's Town



Robert Quinn had been the mayor of Asterville, Virginia for more than a decade. He was an imposing man of fifty-three years who weighed just over two hundred and fifteen pounds, stood six foot three, and had a forty eight inch chest and a thirty six inch waist. He had a full head of dark wavy hair with just a little distinguished grey starting to show at the temples and very deep dark piercing eyes that could bore a hole through you if you were ever the focus of his distain. He also had a winning smile and a quick infectious laugh to go with an even faster temper. Overall he possessed the bearing of a man that should not ever be crossed at any time for any reason.

He had been known as Big Bob since the first early days when he worked his way out of the mines to become the union steward when the steward at that time had had an unexplained and never fully understood tragic accident one day deep in the Asterville Coal mine. From that moment on he took no nonsense from either the union membership or the management. He knew what he wanted which was always what was best for his men and even better for him and that was the way it was always going to be—or else. And there were a number of or else moments at first. He surrounded himself with a small but dedicated group of very tough hardened men who would do anything that he asked of them. When he decided to run for mayor of the town of Asterville with a population of just over one thousand it was a forgone conclusion that he would win and in the ensuing fourteen years no one had ever seen fit to run against him on Election Day. There had been a few occasions when someone considered it and talked about it openly but they received a visit or two and then quickly changed their minds. It was simply not the healthy thing to do.

He had been married years before to a local girl who was a local beauty queen with great looks and not all of the gray matter or common sense that she had needed to be partnered with Big Bob. She had not been comfortable with Bob's professional ways or his public philandering and had let him know it once too often and only once in public. Apparently soon thereafter she had suddenly decided to leave him for one morning the town awakened to discover that she was gone never to be seen or heard of again. Bob didn't seem to be too worried or broken up by her departure so no questions were ever asked and she was quickly forgotten and never mentioned again.

This particular fall day Big Bob walked into his sister's house with two of his beefy "assistants" right behind him. His sister was having her forty-fifth birthday party and a good sized group had gathered to celebrate with her. To honor Bob's sister was to honor Bob and that was an important thing to do in Asterville. He gave her a big hug and kiss on her cheek, greeted her husband who was a nobody at the mine and then began working the room as was his nature. His twenty-two year old nephew Tim was there with his new twenty year old bride Meghan whom he had never before met and to whom he was instantly attracted to. Upon their introduction she looked at him with big brown doe like eyes and trembled a bit when he held her offered soft hand a bit longer than was customary. As he spoke with others over the next half an hour he continued to glance back at the twenty-two year old woman and caught her eyes on him on a number of occasions. Some women were immediately drawn to him like a moth to the flames and she appeared to be one of those delectable ripe bitches.

He took a chair where he could watch her as she stood talking to a group of similarly aged young people. He took the opportunity to fully appraise her. Meghan was wearing a pullover lacy pink top that was low cut and revealed her substantial cleavage. At the most, he guessed, she was around five foot four in height. She had a very nice wide round rear that balanced well with her full melon shaped breasts. She had her dark brown hair bobbed at her shoulders and her knee length dark skirt revealed athletic but shapely calves. She sensed his gaze upon her and turned to look him full in the eyes. Her look was unguarded and when Big Bob licked his lips she did not turn away but blushed. Even though she was almost half his age he knew that she was his to enjoy if and when he wanted her and his rapidly thickening cock signaled his interest and need to have her as soon as possible. 

Big Bob called over his two men and quietly told them to take his nephew to city hall under the guise of having him talk to the city comptroller about a job opening. He knew that Tim was unemployed and was desperate to find a job back in his home town. In addition to celebrating his Mom's birthday it was one of the primary reasons why he was back in Asterville. Big Bob knew that the comptroller was not in the office at the moment but it would get Tim out of the house and away from his succulent young wife for long enough for Big Bob to enjoy Meghan. Big Bob's men knew him and his ways well and would follow his orders no matter what without question or explanation. They immediately went over and spoke with Tim. Tim looked towards his uncle and smiled in innocent naive appreciation for his efforts and then waived as he followed the men out the door on his dubious errand.

The moment Tim left Big Bob rose from his chair, picked up the briefcase that never left his side and walked over to where Meghan was standing.

"Come with me," he said and walked towards the back of the house where he knew there was a guest bedroom. He did not turn to see if she was following him as he knew with complete certainty that she would.

Bob entered the small narrow bedroom that simply had a full sized bed and a chest of drawers with flowery drapes covering the single window. He stepped back to let the young wife pass by him and then closed and locked the door behind them. He placed his briefcase on the dresser. Meghan stood with her back to him looking at the bed and while she considered the implications of what she had just done. She had watched as Big Bob's men had first summoned and then taken Tim away and had guessed at the time what it had meant. When Big Bob had approached her she had followed him without question as though it was the most natural thing for her to do. To follow a man that she had never met before that day, who was old enough to be her father and to whom she had only spoken a few words with to a bedroom seemed surreal but also natural. 

Without saying a word the large man came up behind her and kissed her on the side of her perfumed soft white neck letting her sweet smelling dark hair slide over his face and nose. Her head came just barely up to the bottom of his chin and he had to bend over to nuzzle on her supple sweet skin. His big hard strong arms circled her body and he cupped her large yielding breasts in his hands and began to tenderly fondle them as he pushed his hard swelling cock assertively into her generous ass and ground his hips into her. Meghan let her head droop back against his chest and quietly moaned. He felt her ass tentatively wiggle just a tiny bit against his hardness signaling her desire for him to take her. It was all so natural and animal like to both of them. Big Bob was the proverbial dominant male that had cornered and was in the process of taking the bitch in heat that was eager to be bred the way nature intended. She had never done anything like this before in her life but felt no qualms or doubts as it was the way she somehow knew that it was meant to be.

He pulled her top up and over her head and then unhooked the clasp of her bra letting her unfettered large white tits hang free for his hands to fondle. Her sizeable eraser sized nipples were hard as rocks from her excitement. He roughly handled her soft spongy tits and pinched her nipples which made the young woman moan from her need and increasing anticipation.

Meghan tried to turn around to face him but he was in total control of her and held her firmly in place. Confidently, he pushed her forward thus bending her body onto the bed while her feet remained on the floor. He let her go of her for an instant and pulled her skirt up and over her back. Her broad silky ass was covered in a pair of pink lacy panties which he took into his fist and easily shredded and ripped off of her. Using his foot he insistently kicked her feet further apart and then bent down and kissed her soft white ass and then after a few seconds finally bent a bit further forward and began to lick her swollen wet pungent pussy. Her cunt had the wonderful intoxicating scent of a woman who was in full heat and it drove him insane with lust as he lapped at the swollen juice covered red lips that guarded the opening to her cunt. He took the slippery engorged lips into his mouth and sucked on them and then let his tongue find her hard clit and rubbed it forcefully.

"Oh God please fuck me", she said speaking for the first time.

Not yet ready to take her he continued on in his feast and Meghan moaned and dug her fingernails into the bedspread as the Big Bob stuck his tongue deep into her hot tight wet eager pussy and let his index finger first rub and then enter her tight asshole. She had no idea why the older man had had such an immediate and overpowering effect on her or why she had allowed him to maneuver her into the compromising position in the bedroom so quickly and easily but she had no second thoughts about it and was anxious for the man to take her and fuck her in the way she longed to be fucked.

"I can't take much more of this," she cried and whimpered. "For the love of God fuck me."

Standing up at long last with her fragrant thick pussy juices covering his face and mouth, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and underwear onto the floor around his ankles. His cock sprung free and ready. He was very proud of his cock which was just a tad over eight inches in length and was as thick as many a man's forearm. He had made most of the women that he had fucked squeal when he mounted them. He was quite certain that the little young married bitch had never felt a piece of man like his cock inside of her. He doubted her husband had anything to match his shaft in his pants. He placed the large purple mushroom head into the cleft of her pussy and when the woman who remained unaware of his size or girth wiggled her ass in further invitation he did not hesitate any longer and pressed forward sinking deep into her naturally lubricated cunt. Meghan buried her face in the comforter and screamed as he plowed deep into her stretching her in a way that she had never before been stretched or imagined possible.

Big Bob knew her type very well better than she as of yet knew herself. She was the sort of woman that he always kept his eyes open for because they provided not only the uninhibited pleasures of their bodies but also options that he found useful in his business dealings. He didn't worry about the young woman's physical needs but fucked her hard and relentlessly seeking only his own pleasure and release and knowing that she would be satisfied from that. Even though she may not as of yet understood it he knew that for her it wasn't about the sex, or the sensations, it was about the power that he possessed and the culturally forbidden nature of her being taken in this manner. As he fucked her he alternated his rhythm, angle and depth and then began to slap her soft round ass occasionally until it became pink. Meghan gasped as his occasional whacks stung her ass but did not object in any manner and even wiggled her fanny and began to flex her cheeks to draw him deeper into her in the extraordinary way that some truly talented females can fuck.

Big Bob settled into a regular steady humping completely enjoying the fantastic feeling of his large cock slicing though the young woman's wet slick tight clasping cuntal muscles. She was absolutely incredible and her ass cheeks sucked at him trying to milk him of his seed.

He began to fell her pussy convulse around him again and again as a powerful orgasms raked her inexperienced body from the intensive fucking she was receiving. She had had orgasms with her husband and the one other man that she had been with him before her marriage but never ever anything like these that took total control of her body and refused to let go. Her orgasms began to build stronger and stronger in ways that she never imagined possible. 

Big Bob doubled his efforts by driving even harder and deeper into her defenseless compliant belly while holding hard onto her soft supple hips with his brawny big strong hands. The angle allowed his big balls to slap up against her pussy and strike her tender erect clit and send electric like pulses of pleasure throughout her body. Her head was buried firmly in the comforter which stifled her screams and moans as certainly everyone in the house would have been able to hear her had she not been so muffled.

At last he felt the wonderful tingle begin in his big hairy balls as they pulled up very tight against his body and then a dull ache in the small of his back radiated out throughout his torso as his orgasm started to spread in the magnificent way that it always did before finally boiling forward to spray a thick copious amount of his fertile sperm into the eager young wife's clasping sucking hot cunt. Meghan cried and screamed with pleasure into the bedding as he pinned her down and allowed his jerking spewing shaft to set off a cascade of powerful orgasms that racked her body and came near to drawing her into unconsciousness. His release didn't stop him and he again began thrusting hard and deep into her without care for her comfort for a few more moments to insure that he was totally spent before finally at long last pulling out of her still clutching twitching pussy. In the process of pulling out of her some of his white seed slid down her white warm inner thigh.

Disengaged Big Bob stepped back from her and looked down on the lovely young woman who was sprayed forward on the bed in an almost senseless manner. Her cunt was spread very wide open and his sperm was seeping slowly out of her. He leaned forward and used her skirt to first wipe his face clean of her juices and then wipe off his wet coated cock.

Without comment he pulled his pants back up and pulled his belt tight.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon in front of the fire station on Main Street in my limo." He said. "Make certain to come up with what ever excuses that you need to be gone for a few hours and I'll make sure that you get the good fucking that a woman like you always needs. This was just a preview." He slapped her sharply one last time on her soft warm now pink rear end and then without another word picked up his briefcase, unlocked the door and left the room and returned to the birthday party reclaiming the chair that had remained unoccupied for the fifteen minutes that he had been gone. 

A few short minutes later Meghan also came back into the room. She had somehow quickly dressed and gotten her wits and bearing about herself. She did not look at him or even in his direction when she came in and less than five minutes later Tim was back from city hall and joined her. 

Big Bob spoke with a steady progression of people while always keeping his eyes on Meghan knowing that he had left her panties in shreds and that there was not any way that she had been able to salvage them. He grinned as she clandestinely attempted from time to time to wipe away his dripping cum that was making its way down her soft inner thighs.

At last he decided enough time had passed and rose, found and gave his sister a kiss on the cheek and once again wished her a happy birthday and then made his way towards the front door. His last stop was in front of Tim and Meghan.

"It was good seeing you again Tim," he said as he shook the young man's hand "and to meet you at long last Meghan," he said with complete sincerity. "I look forward to seeing you again very soon."

Meghan looked at him and then cast her eyes down, understanding exactly what he was saying and she simply nodded in response and in total acceptance of what the next day would offer for her.

Big Bob made his way out to where his car awaited him while all the while beginning the planning of how the next afternoon might play out. He placed his briefcase on the seat next to him knowing that it contained a very high quality hidden camera that had recorded every instant of his fucking of his nephew's young wife. He had found that the technology had become indispensible in his business. Even though she may not yet know it the young hot bitch now belonged to him.



Big Bold Beautiful Busty Blonde



This small narrative is part of a larger work. 

"The Gardener" Synopsis: Mid-aged widower maintains homeowner yards, and also brings love and joy to a handful of lucky single women. One of his lady friends has a young woman relative who has a severe problem. The Gardener and all his women friends come to her aid, in this sexy frolic of life conditions, compromises, friendships, and reconciliation.

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"My first affair began with Joann. Joann has a very large yard and flower garden. She also has a semi-enclosed hot tube behind an older single floor frame home. She owns a crafting store and holds craft classes. She does summer Renaissance Faire weekends. It seems that every big busted woman shop owner seems to be trying to out do each other with the amount of cleavage there are showing. The rule is more the cleavage, the more the interest, and the more the sales. It is definitely a feast for the eyes.

Joann is a Big Beautiful busty blonde woman. She is 5 foot 10 inches, and looks a bit big boned. She has full mane blonde hair that run down her lower back that frames her beautiful face. She wears clothing that conceals her ample figure when she is out working or shopping. She never married, but had a string of short term relationships, after each failed affair she put on extra weight.

Around her yard and home, she simply lets go and shows off. She likes to wear more revealing outfits, which may includes a blue jean skirts and a mid-chest shear white pleasant blouses to nearly sheer slips. Over the spring and summer season, she seen to be getting bolder with her wearing apparels. Some people might be taken back by her boldness, but I like it. She told me once; she was raised to be proud of herself, whatever her size. 

I have about 25 to 28 customers; I take care of weekly. There are only a few single women on my route. Over the years many of these women would kiss and hug me hello, and tell me their problems. We would talk for hours. I love their descriptions of there past loves' blow by blow accounts, or should I say stroke by stoke accounts. I would like to help them, but didn't know where to start. I have a notion these ladies maybe willing to engage in some "afternoon delight," but I will go along until who knows what.

Joann told me that there was a coffee meeting between three of my single women. It was a long cold winter period about two years ago. They were lamenting their situation of not having good trusted men around for their sexual release. They didn't need husbands or boy friends to spend their money or tell them what to do. From all the men they knew, they all apparently liked me.

I lost my wife of twenty years due to an advanced illness about three years before that. At the time, I hadn't been intimate with any women since. I am usually shy; I am not the one to make the first move.

Unbeknownst to me, Joann wanted to make the first move to see if I was receptive to the idea and if I would be a satisfactory lover. I really didn't know what was going down when Joann invited me in.

I was done with her yard, and finished loading the equipment. When Joann invited me in for refreshment. I notice she was wearing her delightfully short denim skirt and a very tight pleasant blouse. In the garden, she had the top three buttons undone, and her breasts were ballooning out.

She very inciting and approachable. Her smile spoke more than anything she said did. I believe she likes showing off her enormous breasts, which are nearly ready to bust out of her top at any moment. She also has a nice roundish pear-shaped rear. She is plump. She never stays outside too long in the hot sun, because her skin is very fair and burns easily. 

She bents over holding on to my shoulder pouring my lemonade; another two buttons have been undone. Talk about being overt. She watches me watch her and smiles that wicked look. "Come let's sit on my sofa," she says, holding on to my hand. She asked if I wanted some lemon Bavaria pie. I said sure. I ate mine right away. She sits down right real close to me and eats her pie slowly. Then she put it down on a side table half finished.

She looks at me with those large brown bedroom eyes. She licks her lips. I'm hypnotized watching her breath. Her breasts seem to expand every time she inhales. Her blouse is straining with her every breath. It's tough just watching her eyes and her swelling breasts at the same time. She breathes again. 

She starts to caress below the inseam of my pants leg feeling the outline of my growing cock, and sighs. She picks up a piece of the lemon pie with her finger tips and licking it leaving some on her lips. 

A button of her blouse pops open up; leaving most of her breasts nearly fully exposed just a little above her nipples. She leans over and starts kissing me thoroughly. I taste the lemon pie on her. It's a mind out of body experience. She kisses me with an open mouth and a wild tongue. I hear her moaning softly. I'm about to blank out, when we break off. 

She is licking her lips, and smiles. Her face is a little flushed. I looked down to find that she had loosed my belt and pulled my zipper down. I never even felt her doing that. I thought that I was too sweaty and smelly to be making out or anything else. She breathes more rapidly, and doesn't say a word. It's like she hyperventilating. I smell the vanilla scents on her, and nothing else. She licks her lips, and begins kissing me again. She pushes me down flat on her sofa. I like a woman in charge. 

My hands drift down from her waist to her full fanny I hold her from falling off the sofa. She feels soft and warm. Her yummy weight squirms around my body. I feel like I'm in another world. Her kisses do take my breath away. She breaks off, sits up, and smiles. Her huge breasts were most fully exposed. She seems to takes no noticed of them. She energized as she leaps off the sofa. It hard not to watch her breasts bounce as she moves about.

I felt like a deer blinded by headlights. I had fantasies about moments like this. Never in my wildest dreams had I a chance in hell to have anything like this. This is heaven. I'm entertained by this voluptuous cherub. 

"Isn't that a special greeting," she said. I told her that she smelled so sweet, and that I might not smell so good.

She said that we could sit in her hot tub and it would be OK. I said that I didn't have any swimming trucks with me. She said, "I know you have boxers on so we can go with that."

I stand up; and kicked off my shoes. She pulls down my pants. She says, "you're my guest and I want to help you." 

We kiss again, and she puts my hand on a string that tied her skirt. She twirls around and her skirt drops away. She wearing silky floral print panties underneath and they were getting wet.

We go hand in hand to her covered porch where her hot tub and an outdoor shower are. I take a quick shower to rinsed off my day's sweat. She pulls at the back of my boxer shorts, drops in a bar of soap in there, and pats me. She tells me that I look good, as the water makes my boxer shorts clines to my body. 

The tub looks so inviting; the bubbles are spiraling around. I climbed in and sat down. Joann got in and started rolling her hair into a bun. She sits down, and her blouse finally breaks open. "I knew that would happen," she said. "Whenever I get sexually excited, my breasts swell up." Do you like them? She stood up as she modeled them. They are gigantic round mounds accented with thick pink nipples and framed by large areolas. Her breasts bounced invitingly, I like the way they move as if they were glad to see you. I said to her that they were beautiful, and that she looked truly erotic. She sat down again. A second later, she had pulled off her panties, and threw them at me. She then giggles at me, "you can keep them for a souvenir." 

Before I knew what hit me, she wrested my boxer shorts off me. Then she lunged at me. She sat on my lap, and we started making out again. Her whole body seems to be one huge erogenous zone. Every where I would touch her she would seem to come into an orgasm. She presses one of her nipples into my mouth for me to suck. I love sucking nipples, and breast play. I fingered her little love button underwater, and she's breathing heavily again. 

She plays with my cock and my scrotum. "Oh...I love your big package," she says. "I want you to love me, please love me tonight." 

What can I say? "Joann dear, I hadn't made love in years."

"Sweetie, its been a longer time for me too, and in all that time all I had were 'toys' to play with, I know you are better. I promise to go easy on you. It's like riding a bicycle, once you know how you'll never forget." 

She maneuvers her pussy over my cock, and slips on. It looks like my cock knew where to go. The look of her face says it all, and her eyes had that at peace look. 

"Finally, I'm here," she sighs, "I'd been waiting and wanting you for so long."

She strokes me; she softly sighs with every movement. She feels weightless to me. She feels tight and warm. I'm not is any hurry to come, and love caressing her. She begins bobbing up and down over my cock, making waves in the tube. I perceived her tightening over my cock. I sense that I am coming and tell her. She goes on and on faster as I grip her hips, I feel her coming. I squirt a backlog of cum into her. 

After a while, we got out of the hot 'fun' tub. Joann holds on to my cock and leads me to her bedroom. After drying off, I laid down on her full size soft bed. I love watching her running around the house and room nude. She unties her long blonde hair, and it falls free. She shakes herself. The sight looks very sexy to me. I can watch her body move all day, especially her bouncy breasts. She finds what she is looking for, a personal lube product. 

She lights scented candles, puts on some nice quiet music, and turned down the lights. She jumps in bed, and we kiss, deepthroating each other. There are generous amounts of her to love. My hands caress her fanny, up and down her crack and into her pussy. I can do this endlessly; I'm not going any where important, and Joann is feeling happy, what else is there?

Her pussy is wetter than before, and we were in the tub. She turns around and we get into a "69" position. I have never done this to another woman. Is every woman is different on how they respond to my touch? On Joann, I can do no wrong. Anywhere I touch her gets her going. I tongue her little hot buttons, and she floods me with her pussy juices. I drink it up. She pulls up slightly and uses her huge breasts to surround my cock. She squeezes me. I tell her I'm coming and she devours my cum. 

She lies down beside me, and asked me if I was hungry? What do you got I inquired? More lemon pie. I said sure. She walked off; I see her pussy juices drip down her leg. It's as if she's heat. She was back with two more slices. This looks like a surreal picnic, eating dessert on a bed with a wickedly beautiful naked woman. We feed each other and lick pieces of food off each other. 

I'm up again. Joann smiles at me, "three times?" She rubs some personal lube on my cock and hops aboard. She is riding me like a wild woman. Her hair is flying all around, obscuring her face and breasts from my view. I held on to her breasts and she leans over for me to suck. I hear her yelling as she comes. I am surprised that I'm staying this hard for the longest time. I hope she have good springs on her bed. I never have seen some one as big as she was to have so much energy, especially in bed.

I stopped counting the number of orgasms I think she has after six or seven. She's a wild woman. Round about an hour, she starts yelling, "give it to me, give it to me," it about then I gave "it" to her. We lie there together, and take a short nap.


I awoke to Joann kissing me. She loves being oral. I like it too; my tongue is always up. Taking it easy, I caress her breasts, face, and hair. She asked to me let's take a shower together. We walked into her shower area. We soap up each other. She tells me, "want to feel something neat?" I was game. She guilds my hand to rub her pussy. "Now wait," she says. I feel something warm. 

"I'm pissing, I always want to try that, now you try," she says. 

I think this is funny and erotic, but I can't deliver it up until I get less excited. We hug slowly, and then I wet her.

We wash up again, and dry off each other. We adjured to her bed, and snuggle together all night. I felt like she was making up for lost time. Getting the love and affection, she missed all these years. I'm happy to make her happy. It is so nice sleeping with a woman once more.

Postscript: I visit with Joann every week, plus a nooner every now and then. During the last two years, she lost 37 pounds, and looks marvelous in her new skin tight hip hugger jeans Queen Size. Maybe regular sex should be on everyone weight losing plan. I don't know how many calories or points cun or pussy juices have, but it should be treated as a reward.

She is now a distributor for 'those' personal care products. She has Tupperware style parties for women on those special lotions. 

I don't know if there really is an aphrodisiac. But I think I know that good steady sex with people who love and care for you makes sex the aphrodisiac for life. Excuse me for preaching to the choir. 

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Big Boned Women vs. Skinny Women



I was happy, perfectly content, with my wife, Joan, that is, until she lost 100 pounds. We had a good life as man and wife, a life that was centered around food and the kitchen. Truly, is there anything else in life? Only, all that changed with daytime and reality TV. 

I built her a custom kitchen with a big island and loads of granite countertops and work spaces. She had custom cabinetry everywhere, an eight burner professional grade stove with double ovens and efficient exhaust fan, a huge double door refrigerator with freezer on the bottom, a full sized microwave/confection oven, and two dishwashers to take care of cleaning up the mess. Everything was in stainless steel, of course, and went stylishly well with the colorful mosaic backsplash and the newly refinished hardwood floor.

As my Joanie loved to cook and bake, she loved her kitchen. If she wasn't cooking it in, then she was cleaning it. I always knew where to find her, she was always in that kitchen.

"Joanie, I'm home!"

"I'm in the kitchen."

See, I told you. Every time I walked in that house, something smelled good and Joan was busy cooking something. Life was good and tasted good, too.

To tide us over when first waking up in the morning, we'd have homemade sweet, sticky rolls with freshly brewed French Roast coffee, the strongest brew, stronger even than Columbian coffee, before having a full breakfast of bacon and eggs with pancakes or French toast and home fries. Then, for lunch, I'd always come home from work for lunch. We'd have a supersized cold cut sub, a big grinder with fries, or homemade pizza or splurge and buy takeout, Chinese food or Buffalo wings with fries and a full complement of sauces. Dinner was always the biggest meal of the day and, let me tell you, I never left that table hungry and without having a second helping. Everything she made was oh so good.

Boy, my wife is a great cook and an even better baker. Cakes, pies, cookies, puddings, pastries, whatever, everything was homemade and delicious. We always had people over our house looking to see what Joanie baked. No one left our house hungry, that's for sure.

"Eat, eat, there's plenty," I'd say bringing out the home baked goods, whenever anyone dropped up unexpectedly, as they always did when they knew that Joanie was baking. "Joanie whipped that up this afternoon. She's so talented. Isn't it delicious?"

It was when she started watching that damn Doctor Oz and taking to heart what he had to say about people being obese. Obese my ass. If anything, Joanie and I are just a little chubby, big boned is all and a little gassy.

I hate that skinny, little guy. He should mind his own business. Instead of talking about things that aren't a problem, such as obesity, he should talk about real issues on his show. He should concentrate on real problems like the healthcare bill or feeding the homeless, instead of trying to get people to diet, exercise, and lose the natural and normal baby fat they were born with and need to carry throughout their entire lives.

Just because Doctor Oz is skinny, and miserable because he's hungry, no doubt, he wants everyone else to be skinny and miserably hungry. Well, it doesn't work that way. He'd understand more about the human needs of eating and eating well, if he ever came home to supper and ate one of Joanie's home cooked meals.

"Let's put on the feedbag. Doctor Oz is in the house."

You just have to look at the past to see where you want to go in the future, that's what I always say. Just look back at Laurel and Hardy. Hardy was the happy and well adjusted one, where Laurel was the skinny loser. Hardy was always laughing, while waving his necktie while Laurel always looked so sad, no doubt, because he was so skinny and hungry.

And what about Curley on the Three Stooges, yeah, sure, he was big boned like me, but he was always laughing. Dom Deluise, Jackie Gleason, and Larry the Cable Guy, all big boned men and all happy being in their big sized men's clothes. You noticed that I wrote men's clothes and not little boys clothes. 

Understandably, Dom Deluise and Jackie Gleason are dead, but both lived long and happy lives, dying in their 70's. Oh, and Roseanne Barr was happy, funny, and never stopped laughing, that is, until she lost weight. Kate Smith was always smiling because she was never hungry, her big bones wouldn't allow it. Yeah, just think about that when you're denying yourself from eating a cupcake or a donut. Go ahead, eat up, it's good for you.

Chances are if you're hungry, you're big boned. Contrary to what the drug companies want us to believe, a little carbohydrates and sugar never killed anyone. It's all those pills that we're taking for high cholesterol, high blood pressure, and diabetes that will put us in the grave, sooner than later. Nothing but chemicals, things we can't taste or smell, we don't know what's in them. At least I know every ingredient in the food that Joanie makes, sugar and spice and everything nice.

I'm certainly not fat and Joanie isn't fat either. We're just a little chubby from the baby fat, big boned, and a little gassy that makes us always look bloated. Hell, we're not fat at all. We have bones as big as a brontosaurus. If you subtracted the weight of our bones and we farted out all that gas, we'd be underweight for sure. We shouldn't be penalized just because we were born with big bones. My whole family, Mom, Dad, sister Bertha, and Billy Ray are all big boned people. 

Then, there's that quack of a doctor, Doctor Phil. I hate that baldheaded charlatan. He had a special program, a weight challenge program where his guests won prizes for how much weight they lost. He's another guy that I take whatever he says with a grain of salt. 

It wouldn't surprise me if he gets a big kickback from the drug companies by telling his viewers that they need to be medicated. If you ask me, he lost all his commonsense when he lost all his hair. He's not even a real doctor. He's not a medical doctor, never went to medical school, he just has a Ph.D. in psychology. Anybody can get that diploma, stick it on the wall, and call themselves a doctor. It's not the same.

He really needs to mind his own business when it comes to weight loss. What does he know? Who does he think he is Richard Simmons? These guys just jump on the band wagon because they know they can make a quick buck on people who like to eat.

Just because Dr. Phil's wife Robin is a dwarf, a little person, a midget, a skinny minny, he thinks all women should look like her. I'd rather have a woman that I can feel something, a bit of meat on her big bones, when I'm slamming her into the mattress and her head into the wall. If I pounded Dr. Phil's wife, Robin the way that I pound my Joanie, she'd be in pieces.

Then, there was that aptly named show, the Biggest Loser. That show is a big loser, as far as I'm concerned. Only Joanie is addicted to that show and she wouldn't miss watching an episode for anything. I hate that show. Yeah, sure, I like ogling the shapely women on that show, that is, until they slim down and all look so much like coat hangers.

These shows are giving my Joanie all the wrong ideas and filling her head with the belief that she can look like that, too. She can't. There's just no way. Her bones are too big. Yeah, sure, she could lose some of her baby fat, but she'd look funny with her big bones sticking out of her skin.

Finally, there's that big mouth Oprah talking about exercise, diet, and nutrition. By the size of her, we all know she doesn't know what she's talking about. Boy, I'm glad she's retiring next year. I've had enough of her.

If I don't have to hear Joanie talk about the show she watched where Oprah had one of her Chefs on showing how to make low calorie food and how she can make desserts from vegetables like Jerry Seinfeld's skinny, little boned wife, Jessica, or that Bob Greene talking about exercise, give me a break. Vegetables are for kids and not for men who work at men's jobs all day, construction. Besides that, I get plenty of exercise on my job. I'd like to see that skinny, little boned Bob Greene carry a load of lumber up four flights of stairs.

What good did Oprah's knowledge or lack thereof about exercise, diet, and nutrition do her? Have you seen her lately? She's bigger than ever. Her tits can't get any bigger than they are or they'll explode and her wide load of an ass, in combination with those massive thighs she hides by wearing long dark colored dresses, still makes her look well over 200 pounds. If you ask me, she looks the best she ever looked. 

Only, she's gaining weight instead of losing weight and you'd think my wife would take the hint and follow Oprah's lead and want to know the secret recipe for gaining weight like Oprah, instead of losing weight like Kim Kardashian. You'd think with Oprah's billions of dollars, she could buy a skinny body, if she wanted one, but it's obvious she doesn't want it, probably because she knows can't have it, anyway. She's too big boned. Even her lesbian girlfriend, Gayle King, has packed on the pounds. She's another big boned woman. Boy, what I wouldn't do to be in the same room alone with those two big boned beauties.

Sadly after watching all these know-it-all bastards and skinny, little boned bitches on television, who are just on the air to sell their diet books and exercise plans, my wife, Joan, stopped making the sticky sweet rolls that I love so much for a snack with our morning coffee before breakfast. Then, without even telling me, she switched to decaf and I wondered why I wasn't waking up in the morning and felt so tired, cranky, irritable and had a headache that lasted all day. It was my lack of my much needed dose of caffeine.

I can't remember the last time Joanie made pancakes or French toast. Now, she buys that thin sliced bread that tastes like tree bark. Lunch is more appropriate for a rabbit, salad without dressing with celery and carrots. Are you kidding me? I'm hungry. I figured I'd fill up on supper, but that's Lean Cuisine or some other kind of low calorie diet food that is more of an appetizer than it is a main course. Now that my wife is a vegan, my beef with all this diet food is where's the beef?

Moreover, have you seen the prices on this so called diet and healthy food? They cost a premium price, further proof that they just want your money. It's all a scam, a rip-off, and I'm not buying it literally and figuratively. They don't care how much you weigh or don't weigh, so long as you cough up your hard earned dough and buy whatever it is they're selling.

Next year, after all these gullible people lose weight, they'll be selling fat food, normal food at premium prices. Mark my words and best you buy stocks in whipped cream, ice cream, cake, cookie, pie, and chocolate companies. When all these so called fat people get thin and revert to eating real food again, instead of dietary chemically created compound confections made from artificial sweeteners and low-cal this and no-fat that, real food, prices will go through the roof. They won't be able to give diet and health conscious foods away at any price.

It's just like the car manufacturers. First they talk you into buying big, roomy cars, and then suddenly, there's a manufactured gas crisis from supply and demand. Global warming my ass. They lie about there being a fossil fuel shortage and now they want you to buy small, fuel efficient cars. Just like the whole diet industry, it's all just a scam. Then, after everyone is driving around in a Honda Civic, cars that are much too small for my big boned body, they roll out the big SUV's, again.

Have you seen Kirstie Alley lately? She looks great, doesn't she? I've never seen her look better. She's one smart cookie, that one. Instead of actually losing any weight, she only promises people she'll lose weight. She tells people how she's about to lose weight by writing a book and having her own television show to watch her lose the weight. Mark my words, she won't lose a pound. She can't. She's too big boned.

I miss having takeout delivery, pizza and Chinese food. I'm hungry. Did I mention that I'm hungry? I am. I'm hungry. Now, my wife has me losing weight, too. My pants that fit me good, real before, tight in the ass, stomach, and crotch, now hang off me.

After nearly a year of Joanie going to the gym every day, parking the car in the next city, instead of using her mother's handicap placard and parking in the handicap zone, she walks whenever we go to the supermarket and/or mall.

"Joanie, where you going? You're a mile away. There was a space right in front of the door. Why are you parking way over here? You're taking your life in your hands by walking through the mall parking lot."

Now, she watches and counts the calories of every single thing she puts in her mouth. She's lost 100 pounds. She's way too thin. She's skinny. She's all bone. There's nothing to her. She looks like a coat hanger.

I'd kill for a cookie or a piece of chocolate. I'm sick to death of plain, unbuttered and unsalted popcorn as a snack. Snack my ass. What the Hell kind of snack is plain, unbuttered and unsalted popcorn? At least put some melted cheese on it or something, chocolate even. Eating plain popcorn is like eating those Styrofoam things they use to keep glassware from breaking in a shipped package.

"Yuck!"

Yeah, sure, Joanie looks good, real good. Her goal was to wear a bikini this summer and she did that. All of her big boned clothes are gone, given away to Goodwill, and she spent a few thousand dollars on new clothes, I know because I paid all the bills. She doesn't cook anymore. She's never home anymore to cook. Now, she's never in her kitchen. 

"Joanie, I'm home!"

See, where she always used to be in the kitchen before, now there's just an echo that bounces of the stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, ceramic tiled backsplash, and the newly refinished hardwood floor. I have no idea where she is since she got a job as an executive secretary to the President of some La Dee Da fashion company. 

When she's not at the gym, she's working late and having a drink or supper with the boss. 

"It's just business," she said. "Don't wait up. I'll be late, again."

Business my ass. She's probably having an affair.

She shops for clothes every weekend, where before she'd spend her weekend baking homemade cookies, cakes and pies. She spends her time and money at the salon having her hair, nails, and makeup done. Then, she goes for massages that she suddenly needs to relax her.

She's not the same woman I married. I liked her better, loved her more, when she was big boned and attached to me at the hip. What the Hell is going on here anyway? This is no kind of a marriage. This is two ships passing in the night, instead of feasting at home, as if we were on a an eternal cruise ship.

Then, it happened. A few months ago, she told me that she wasn't attracted to me anymore. She wants a divorce and now we're separated. I got custody of the kitchen, though. I wasn't giving that up without a fight. She didn't want it, had no need for it, anyway, with her new little boned body.

She said that I was too fat, too inactive, and a couch potato. Can you imagine? I'm big boned, is all, and a little bloated. Hell, I still have my baby fat.

I'm tired after working all day, supervising a construction crew. I just want to sit in front of the television and relax, have a few beers, and something to eat. What's wrong with that? I'm not the type of guy who enjoys painting the town red, which is what she wants to do now with someone. I'm a home body.

She said that she still loved me but that she wasn't in love with me. Huh? What does that even mean?

She said she was leaving me for her tennis instructor, Todd. Tennis instructor? I didn't even know she played tennis. And what the Hell kind of name is Todd? I'll show him the couch potato that I am with a size 13 show up his skinny ass.

My life as I knew it is no longer the same. It's a mess. I'm lost. I'm lonely. I'm hungry. Did I write that I'm hungry? I am. I'm hungry. I miss having a good woman in the kitchen cooking for me. 

My friends told me to join one of those Online dating services. That's not for me. I'm not a computer geek. What I did instead was to go to the baking aisle of the supermarket and there I saw her. She wasn't wearing any rings and didn't have any screaming kids with her. She had that sad, lonely look that Joanie had when I first met her. I had to park my carriage away from her because there was no way that I could squeeze by her with her big boned, bloated ass blocking most of the aisle.

"Pardon me, Miss" I said. "How much do you weigh?"

"Excuse me?"

She shot me a look that nearly knocked me in the dairy aisle.

"Your weight, if you don't mind me asking. How much do you weigh?"

"I'm not going to tell you what I weigh," she said standing tall, sucking in her big boned gut and giving me a look that could freeze a Boston cream pie. "It's impolite to ask a woman what she weighs. Besides, you're no lightweight either, Buster. You're bigger than I am by at least a hundred pounds."

"I figure you for 240, 250," I said standing steadfast and looking up and down her big boned, bloated, beautiful body. "Am I in the ballpark?"

"Thank you, you're too kind. I'm 280," she said with a coy blush.

"I'll pick you up this Saturday for a date."

"You will?"

"Where do you live?"

"I live at 5 Crestview Road," she said with a blush.

"Okay, I'll be there at 8pm sharp. We'll go out to eat."

"Go out? Oh, no, I don't go out much, especially to eat. Why don't I cook a full meal for us, instead, with dessert? Do you like chocolate cheesecake and homemade creampuffs?"

"Perfect, I love chocolate cheesecake and creampuffs. I'll see you Saturday."

"Wait, I don't even know your name."

"Bob, my name is Bob and what's your name?"

"Betty."

"Hi Betty. I'm pleased to meet you," I said shaking her big boned hand.

Love at first sight, Bob and Betty were married soon after having their first home cooked dinner together. Only, Bob sacrificed his beloved Football Network not to get cable. He didn't want Betty watching Doctor Oz, Dr. Phil, Bob Greene or Oprah and getting any foolish ideas about losing weight and not cooking and baking.

...and they lived happily ever after, that is, until Bob suddenly suffered a massive heart attack at only 48-years-old and needed subsequent open heart bypass surgery to save his life. Betty, at 46-years-old, was diagnosed with diabetes, high cholesterol, and high blood pressure.

Now, that they discovered that their bones are no heavier than anyone else their size, they take their assorted medications and never miss an episode of Doctor Oz, Oprah, Dr. Phil, and have all of Bob Greene's books and videos on exercise and nutrition.

Fearing global warming and the gas crisis, Bob traded in his Ford Excursion for a Honda Civic.

"Oh, here's Bob now."

"Bob, you look great. How much weight have you lost?"

"I lost a hundred and fifty pounds and you better step out of my way before I pour some salt on your head and eat you. I'm hungry. Did I tell you I'm hungry? I am."



Big Booty, Big Breasted Black Boss



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John's fingers fumbled as he folded the paper in his hands. The origami swan was not turning out as expected and he soon realized there was no hope for the creation. He threw the paper wad at his cubicle wall in defeat. The work day couldn't end soon enough.

A glance at his computer monitor revealed only three minutes had passed since he last checked the time. He sighed and leaned back in his swivel chair. Just before he was about to close his exhausted eyes, he heard the office door open. He snapped upright in his chair and, like every other man in the office, craned his head above the cubicle wall. 

Ms. Washington gracefully stepped out from her office, high heels thumping on the floor. John ogled her as she made her way through the room. Every man in the office was staring at her as she passed, heading towards the elevator. John perhaps gazed the deepest at the dark-skinned beauty.

Gabrielle Washington's intoxicating fragrance captured John as she walked by him. John froze the moment in time so he could take in the wonderful sight before him. 

Ms. Washington's pumps made her calves form sexy curves as she walked, her stride confident and true. His eyes followed her legs up to the pencil skirt that tightly clung to her wide hips. The next part John appreciated was too good to be real.

Sitting at the top of her tall and smooth legs, were two massive lobes that formed an insanely huge bubble butt. The sheer mass of the two fat cheeks couldn't simply be called a butt. It was a ridiculously massive, mammoth-sized ass. The size of her bottom made it seem as if she would appear taller when sitting. John had never seen an ass that jutted out that far. The behemoth portions bounced and shook as she strutted.

Just past the first curve of her hourglass, was her tiny waist. Her torso was so tight and skinny it made the proportion of her hips look preposterous. John continued up her figure to his favorite part.

Ms. Washington carried on her chest, the two most obscene breasts John had ever seen. 

Her giant globes swayed side to side in her blouse as she walked, simultaneously bouncing up and down. The mere size of her tits concealed most of her torso, and John was mesmerized by them. They protruded out two feet in front of her, defying gravity and hanging high on her chest. Her low cut top revealed a totally inappropriate amount of cleavage, a valley of chocolate brown flesh. These breasts were impossible. John thought they must act as the counter-weight to her humongous butt.

Ms. Washington's figure looked as if a cartoon drawn by a hormone driven teenager came to life.

Reluctantly, John's eyes continued up from her mammoth mammaries to her gorgeous face. Her cheek bones were high and her nose was small. Her smile displayed straight, white teeth, and her demeanor was pleasant. Her beautiful brown eyes kept straight, but were aware of the audience she captivated. John saw something behind them, and it was something sinister.

Ms. Washington stopped and turned, her raven hair flipping as she did. John's eyes widened when he realized she was headed towards his desk. Her hips moved with a mesmerizing sway, and she arrived at his desk before John could stop staring.

Ms. Washington extended a lovely limb and set a small piece of paper on John's desk. Without a word she turned and left, walking the way she had before. John stared at the folded paper and lifted it slowly.

He unfolded the small mystery to find a series of numbers and a name written down. It was an address. There was also a short message to arrive at the address a few hours after work.

Confused and bewildered, John gazed at Ms. Washington's ass as it bounced away. He assumed his boss wouldn't tell him to arrive somewhere if it weren't important. He would have to call his girlfriend to cancel plans tonight.

***

John sat across from Ms. Washington nervously, twiddling his thumbs as she sized him up with her eyes. She had not spoken since she answered the door and motioned for him to sit in the living room. John was so nervous he started to break a sweat. It wasn't that his boss had not said a word since she let him in, but that she was wearing a white bath robe. He thought it seemed inappropriate.

"So what is it you called me here for Ms. Washington?" John sheepishly started.

Gabrielle Washington smiled widely, something predatory hiding behind her grin.

"Call me Gabby, John," she insisted, not answering his question.

"Okay, Gabby," he said uneasily, taking a deep breath.

Gabrielle stood up from her chair and walked over to John, her movements slow and calculated. Her robe barely covered her butt, and John stared at her impossible cleavage. The man looked up at his gorgeous boss when she stood in front of him, bewildered by her strange actions. He gasped when he saw what she did next.

"Do you like these?" she asked, grabbing hold of her huge breasts through her robe.

John became flush and quickly looked away. He had no idea why his boss was acting this way.

"What? Is this a test? What are you doing?" John deflected, burning a hole in the ground with his eyes.

"I see you checking me out at work. Don't deny it. Every white man wants a piece of my black body," Gabby stated, still holding her globes.

"This is really inappropriate. I have a girlfriend," John tried to assert.

"I know you do. You have an ugly white girlfriend. She doesn't have big black tits or a huge round butt. But I do," Gabby said, opening her robe.

Gabrielle Washington dropped her alabaster robe to the floor, revealing the entirety of her impeccable black body.

Gabby's hourglass figure was the most ridiculous thing John had ever laid eyes on. Her smooth chocolate skin spread over two insanely enormous breasts, which possessed two Hershey kiss shaped nipples. 

Her outline narrowed at her small waist, and expanded again at her wide hips and crazily large butt. Her tummy was tight and fit, but most of her mid-section was eclipsed by her fun bags. His boss turned slowly so John could take in the magnificence.

As Gabby turned, the full spectacle that was her naked ass revealed itself. Even though she rotated slowly, the humongous rear end couldn't refrain from jiggling. When she made a full circle, John rested his eyes on the small and dark nipples sitting in the middle of her giant chest hangers. The body he was staring at was total perfection.

"I think I have to leave," John said, his body frozen in amazement.

"No. You are going to stay right there while I show you how much you love my black body. If not, I'll fire you," Gabby threatened.

Gabby pressed her arms against her breasts, pushing them together pleasingly. Her cleavage was plentiful and her skin seemed to glisten. Her body was perfect in every way, and John was finding it hard to resist.

The black breasts hanging in front of John were bigger than beach balls. He was fixated on their impossible shape, when he felt a stir from below. His boss made sure it did not go unnoticed.

"I knew you were a dirty white boy. I knew you weren't satisfied with your white girlfriend," Gabby said victoriously, grabbing his bulge.

John's boss grabbed the zipper on his pants and yanked it down. She rustled in his pants for a moment and took hold of her white prize. Gabby gasped as she pulled out what was the largest dick she had ever encountered.

John's erection stood tall at an amazing 12 inches. A full foot of dick with a huge head throbbed for Gabby. John's girth was thicker than she thought possible. Her clean pussy became wet as she held the cock in her grip.

John's black boss began to kneel and her face neared the giant phallus. She stopped when John could feel her warm breath on his bulging head.

"Please don't, I have a girlfriend," he weakly pleaded.

"I'm going to make you hate that white bitch," Gabby responded.

The black temptress pushed the engorged head past her lips, accepting the member into her mouth. She savored the taste of John's cock as she descended down his shaft, sucking tightly as she did. Fully encased in her oral cavity, Gabby coughed as the head pushed at the back of her throat, choking her. She held it there for a moment, letting the pleasure of her warm throat massage the huge prick. Then she began to work his member.

Gabby's mouth slipped up and down the maximum mast with an air-tight seal. Her saliva coated the thick trunk and John moaned as she expertly manipulated his tool. John surrendered to the new mouth completely.

"Oh shit! No one has handled my dick like this before! My girlfriend can hardly fit a few inches in her mouth," John admitted in total bliss.

The perfect black lips sucked hard as they moved down John's entire shaft, shoving his head to the back of Gabby's throat again. Gabby choked without breaking the seal she had on the base of his cock.

"Holy fuck! How can you fit all of it in your mouth? Is it a black thing?" John wondered in amazement.

Gabby retreated from his dick painfully slow, leaving his shaft glistening with saliva. John's throbbing head left her mouth with a loud popping sound.

"It is a black thing baby, the head we give is so much better than silly white girls," she assured, grabbing his penis firmly.

John moaned as she swooped under his dick and put a large testicle in her mouth. Gabby licked the delicious sphere through his leathery ball-sack, savoring the taste.

"My balls have never been sucked! It feels so good!" John said, elated to feel the new sensation.

The black woman migrated to the other testicle, sucking at it with just as much intensity. She jerked the hard shaft in her hand as she licked his balls. John could feel the pleasure in him building to the point of no return.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to finish," he alerted to his employer.

Ms. Washington responded by releasing his scrotum from her tongue bath and grabbed her ludicrous-sized titties.

"There is no way I'm gonna fucking stop until I taste all of your creamy cum!" she swore, enveloping his rod in between her chest watermelons.

"Oh fuck!" John shouted as the entirety of his penis disappeared into her cleavage cavern.

"That's it white boy, love my big, bouncing, black boobs!" she ordered.

Gabby shimmied her breasts on the cock, squeezing it in her softness. She pushed her left breast down and right breast up, and alternated. John gasped, lost in ecstasy, as he watched her juggle the black tits around his meat.

The chocolate orbs smothered the thick penis in warmth. The pillowy texture of the huge breasts wrapped around John and hugged him. Gabby's fun bags fucked with serious intent, desperately wanting to coax the jizz from John's balls.

"Gabby! I can't hold my load any longer!" John said through clenched teeth.

"That's it! Blow your fucking huge white load!" Gabby demanded.

Gabby pushed her breasts down to reveal John's engorged head at the top of her cleavage. She bent her neck and encased the throbbing top into her mouth. John invited the wet, warm present with a gasp of pleasure. Gabby sucked the tip as she felt it harden, readying to fire.

"I'm cumming, Gabby! Oh shit!" John exclaimed, his balls tightening.

John's body tensed as his balls shot his first rope of cum through his penis and into Gabby's welcoming mouth. The hot spunk hit the back of her throat, coating it completely. Gabby wanted to gag, but refused, anticipating the rest of his load.

Gabby gulped down his semen just as his second shot cannoned onto her tongue. She savored the sweet and salty flavor as he pumped another spurt of delicious semen. This continued until every bit of ejaculate John produced was swallowed by his black boss. Gabby slowly let the head out of her mouth when she had successfully downed all of her special drink.

"Your white girlfriend has never made you cum like that, has she?" Gabby asked in an assuming tone.

"No, I have never felt that good before. My girlfriend has never made me feel that way," John admitted, his breath labored from his intense climax.

"Do you love my black mouth more than her? Would you trade her for my big, black titties?" Gabby asked, knowing the answer.

"Fuck yes I love your mouth more. Of course I would trade her for your ridiculous tits," he conceded.

Gabby stood up and looked down at John. Her eyes had a villainous look behind them, indicating she was ready to pounce. John's black boss jumped onto his lap.

"Get hard for me. We are far from done here. I'm going to make you hard without even touching that big dick," she snarled, touching her breasts.

Gabby pushed her hands over her breasts, displaying their unmatched pliability. She dug her fingers into the dark flesh, showcasing how much tit there was to grab. She fondled the massive mammaries and gave her small nipples a tweak. She pushed her breasts against each other and dared him to keep his erection down.

Of course, he couldn't.

John marveled at her ability to play with her own chest, and his dick started to grow, resting on her belly button when it was at full mast.

"I knew you were a dirty white boy John," Gabby smiled, her victory over him making her wet.

The black woman lifted his cock and pressed it against her clit. She inhaled as the head slapped her most sensitive spot, covering the cock with wetness. Gabby pushed it down to her entrance, the heat begging for John to penetrate her pussy. She stopped and looked at John, evil lust in her eyes.

"Admit you hate your white girlfriend. Admit you love my black body. Swear it and I will let you enter me," she said, barley letting his head touch her opening.

John had tipped over the edge. He had to do as she asked. Nothing would keep him from fucking his boss.

"I do hate my white girlfriend. I can't believe I fucked her. She is a terrible lay. She doesn't have black, dick-sucking lips or giant titties or a big bubble butt. I love your hot fucking body. Please fuck me! Please!" John said, his frustration building.

Gabby smiled, knowing John wanted her completely, and lowered herself onto his enormous white cock.

"That feels incredible!" John expressed as his head passed Gabby's hot lips.

Gabby clenched her teeth as her vagina attempted to accommodate the colossal invader. The tight slit parted as best it could, but the size of John's member was punishing.

"THIS WHITE COCK IS SPLITTING ME IN HALF!" the black woman cried, still sheathing the behemoth dick inside of her.

"Your cunt is so tight! This is unbelievable!" John revealed, placing his hands on Gabby's gargantuan ass.

Gabby had fit about half of John's penis inside of her when he shoved her down on his pole. She screamed immediately.

"OH MY FUCKING FUCK! YOUR HORSE COCK IS BREAKING ME!" Gabby screeched, the pain shooting up her body.

Gabby wasted no time moving her hips back and forth, committed to adapt to the organ inside her. The pain was overwhelming, but as she rode John's cock, pleasure began to smolder inside her.

"I love this black cunt!" John blurted out, Gabby's insides hugging him tightly.

"I love this white cock. It is better than that. It is better than a cock. It is better than a dick. This is a big, beautiful, thick, long, broad, huge, giant, perfect, white schlong!" Gabby illuminated, riding vigorously.

Gabby's huge black chest spheres bounced absurdly and hit her in the face. John assisted by grabbing hold of them and fondling the amazing tissue. With her ass free of John's palming, it started to spring up and down cartoonishly. The two cheeks hit John's thighs as it jiggled.

John extended his neck and sucked on Gabby's delicious nipples. He tongued ravenously and massaged his new favorite toy. The black woman squealed with delight as he licked at her teats.

"Suck my slutty black jugs!" Gabby shouted, still riding her lover.

John sucked on the amazing rack and marveled at the taste. His tongue couldn't imagine a better treat, and he knew his white girlfriend could never taste like Gabby. He quit his task reluctantly to ask a question he needed answered.

"Your ass is so huge! Your tits are so giant! How did your body get so fucking preposterous?" John wondered about her perfect body.

"I grew my tits so huge because I'm a black slut! I grew my ass so huge because I'm a black whore! I grew them because I knew your white cock couldn't fucking resist my sexy body! I knew you wouldn't want white girls after you had me!" Gabby responded with lustful ferocity.

John grabbed his lover by the hips and flipped her over on the couch. With a delighted laugh, Gabby gripped his chiseled ass as he drove his erection into her.

"How did I not know black pussies were so much tighter than white ones? I never knew sex could feel like this!" John exclaimed, enjoying Gabby's wet crevice.

"It isn't just that John. I have the best of ALL black pussies. You are fucking the best cunt in the world," she informed with a confident smirk.

Gabby wrapped her legs around John and pushed into his pelvis. The black seductress rolled into him, shoving his cock farther inside her than before.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna push right through your cervix!" John shouted as he accepted Gabby's grinding.

Gabby smiled evilly and looked up at John as she fucked him back. Her hips circled the entirety of his huge member, encasing him from head to base.

"I have never fucked such a fat and long schlong. I love this white tool. It is going to make me cum. But I need you to say something before I do..," Gabby revealed, her breathing heavy from her exercise.

John's boss leaned up to his ear and whispered softly.

"I can't say that!" he exclaimed, wide eyed with disbelief, while still deep in the woman.

"Come on John, I want you to say it. You know you want to say it. Fucking say it," Gabby dared.

"It's...just so...wrong," John protested, still thrusting hard into the tight brown slit.

"You say it John! I won't let you cum if you don't!" she threatened.

John couldn't stand the thought of not cumming. This was the best fuck of his life. Gabby was the sexiest thing ever. Her tits were bouncing ridiculously as he plowed her. Her dark skin was glistening and tasted like chocolate. John gathered all of his office frustration and prepared himself. Once he did this he would be a changed man.

"I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow morning. I am going to obliterate this black pussy with my big white schlong. I am going use your body how I wish and the only thanks you will get are mind blowing orgasms. Take my fat white cock you STUPID FUCKING NIGGER!"

"Oh fuck! That's it! I am nothing but a sex nigger," she yelled.

"You are a fucking sex slave. I can't believe niggers like you are free. You should be a slave that does nothing but take my cock in your holes." John snarled.

"You love it. You love my nasty nigger pussy. You crave my disgustingly giant nigger tits. You love my enormous porch monkey ass. I am so much better than your skinny, white girlfriend," Gabby declared, matching his rhythm with her hips.

"Yes! I love fucking this black cunt! I love these chocolate colored tits! I love your Aunt Jemima ass. I love your whole fucking body you coon cunt!" John degraded, harshly grabbing a handful of huge butt.

"I should fire you for being so racist. You are a real white devil. Fuck you for having such a huge honky cock. I never want a stupid nigger cock again. It fucking disgusts me to even think of it. I only want your big white fuck-stick. Fuck you for that," she retorted, an evil grin shining through her rapture.

"I'm not racist! I'm balls deep in your nigger cunt, you bitch!" John retorted.

"You are a racist!" Gabby assured.




Big Booty, Big Breasted Black Boss



"I'm not a racist you filthy nigger!" he spat.

"You are a white, racist mother fucker!" Gabby affirmed.

"Take my giant dick you city ape," John commanded in anger, pummeling and punishing her tight twat.

Gabby felt herself nearing the precipice, her rapture becoming impossible to contain. She needed one more thing to complete her nasty seduction.

"I wanna fucking tar baby. Can you do it? Can you admit you want to fill up a black bitch with your cum? Can you prove you aren't racist? Can you cum in me and make me full with tar babies?" she asked pleadingly.

John was appalled. He should have been offended. John should have denounced saying such things. His cock should not have grown more concrete when hearing such things.

But it did.

"You are the nastiest slut that I have ever heard of. Of course I'll fuck my babies into you," he accepted, smiling with pride.

"Be a good white master and do it. Give me all of your abomination children," she begged, grinding her pelvis into him.

"You crow, you are my breeding slut from now on. You are my cum coon. You understand?" he spat, humping the woman harder.

"Yes! My filthy nigger body is a vessel for all of your seed. My fat tits and ridiculous ass only exist to help coax your semen and ejaculate!" she revealed, clenching her teeth as his head hurt her delightfully.

"Holy fucking shit! Who taught you a long word like 'ejaculate?' A dumb nig like you certainly can't read," he degraded, not knowing how to stop the filth pouring from his mouth.

"You are right! I can't! I just flash my sexy body around the office and get handed promotions!" the woman played along.

"I can't hold my load any longer! I'm going to make you a baby momma!" he shouted through clenched teeth, his orgasm beginning.

"Pump all of your white seed into me! Knock up my nigger womb! Fuck me full of Caucasian cum! Impregnate me! I want to feel our tar baby grow inside me! Give me a fucking NIGLET!" she screamed.

"I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE NIGLETS YOU WANT NIG-BITCH!" John yelled at her, firing an enormous river of thick jizz into the Negress.

"YOU WHITE FUCKER! I'M CUMMING!" Gabby gleefully yelled, her toes curling as a tidal wave of pleasure started her climax.

John shot another blast of cum inside of Gabby, the heavy load coating her insides. Gabby cried out in elation as she felt the spunk hit her cervix.

"I'M FILLING YOU UP TO THE BRIM!" John promised, cannoning another spurt of seed.

Gabby welcomed the barrage of semen being pumped into her, and she smiled. She knew her fertile womb would be impregnated and it intensified her climax. They continued cumming for what seemed like minutes. The two climbed down from their heaven simultaneously, and fell into a heap of exhaustion.

John's thoughts wandered to his white girlfriend. She was probably sitting alone at home, waiting for him to call and say goodnight. She was totally ignorant of the fact he had just fucked his black boss and impregnated her. He used to think her silky white skin was beautiful. He used to love her perky B-cup breasts. He used to love his white girlfriend.

All he wanted now, only his black boss could give him.

Gabby sat up slowly and allowed John to slip out of her satisfied southern region. John's composure was thinly held together, but what his boss did next immediately excited him.

The beautiful black woman bent over the couch and displayed her magnificently plump ass. Her hips swayed back and forth and the two brown cheeks jiggled as if they were full of jello. The ripples sent through the fat butt hypnotized John, the movement fluid and unreal.

Gabby smiled and changed the direction of her booty dance. She popped up and down, sending the jumbo lobes bouncing. The voluminous ass was so large; Gabby struggled to keep her center of gravity as she let it dynamically bounce.

"Your black booty is tremendous," John said as he gazed at her behind.

Gabby bent over further and gave a perfect view of her small asshole.

"In," she persuaded.

"Are you fucking kidding? Is this happening? I have never done anal," John said, her offer stunning him.

John's penis became turgid at the thought of experiencing her taboo orifice. The dark skinned butt was beckoning him to enter it. John pressed his head to his boss's small opening.

"Normal penises can't even reach my asshole. My butt cheeks are too big. Your huge dick will be the first inside my butt," Gabby shared, excited and scared to be sodomized.

Gabby pushed her butt towards John and her tiny hole resisted penetration. Gabby furrowed her brow as she renewed the force behind her butt, and shoved herself over John's broad head.

"WHATINALLOFFUCK!" Gabby howled, the pain of her asshole parting for the first time overwhelming her.

Despite the pain, Gabby continued her descent on the hard-as-rock appendage.

"This ass is so stupidly tight!' John approved, his first anal experience beginning well.

The snug hole enveloped his cock, inch by inch, as Gabby's face contorted. Every inch she pushed inside herself led to more agony, but she refused to be defeated by the white cock.

"IT HURTS SO FUCKING MUCH! I WANT MORE OF THIS HUMONGOUS WHITE PRICK!" she screeched as she began to hump John.

John was astounded by how Gabby's ass gripped him. The snug hole constricted itself around his pulsing pole with an unforgiving hold. As his penis went in and out of the impossibly narrow cavern, he felt pleasure baking inside him.

"Fuck! That white dick is tearing me up!" Gabby lamented as she fucked him intensely.

Gabby's black ass fluidly shuffled up and down, moving freakishly. The animated lumps bobbed and John couldn't resist them any longer. He grabbed two handfuls of huge butt and drove his cock deep into Gabby.

"AHHHHH!" the Negress shrieked, unprepared for the pounding her ass received.

Though the thrusts from John tortured her, Gabby felt the first pings of pleasurable sensation in her ass. John pummeled the butt with extreme prejudice. 

"Fuck it! Fuck my nigger ass!" Gabby begged, matching the rhythm of John's thrusts.

"You dumb nigger bitch! I'm hurting your porch-monkey ass but you want more. You don't know what's good for you," John degraded, palming the bubble butt roughly.

"I know exactly what's good for me," Gabby disagreed, her brown butt glistening with sweat.

"Oh? What? What is good for you butt-slave?" John mocked, still fucking deeply.

"YOUR HUGE WHITE DICK UP MY ASS IS GOOD FOR ME, MASTER!" Gabby responded, her ass invasion giving her nothing but bliss.

John felt his prick grow solid as a diamond inside Gabby's rectum, warning of his inevitable release.

"I'm going to blow my load you evil nigger!" John said, close to tipping over the edge.

"I'm cumming! I love getting my black bubble butt fucked so much!" Gabby shouted, her release arriving.

"I'm cumming in your butt!" John yelled with elation.

John's first rope of jizz fired as a stream deep into Gabby's bowels. The pressure was so great, Gabby's orgasm intensified.

"My ass feels so good! Fill up my black ass with white jizz!" Gabby encouraged, her bliss unrestricted.

"TAKE MORE IN YOUR ASS, PORCH MONKEY!" John angrily ordered, firing another large load into Gabby.

Cum flowed from John into the asshole as Gabby continued to climax. John pushed his hips forward as Gabby's butt cushions pressed beautifully against his pelvis. After John completed giving the tight ass his cum bath, he retreated from the hole. The interracial couple fell into an exhausted pile on the couch.

When she was ready, Gabby leaned to John and placed a finger on his chest. She circled teasingly and whispered in his ear.

"You hate white girls," she said as if she knew what he was thinking.

"I hate white girls," he smiled.



Big Booty Corporate Bitches



A wise man once said that the gods made men so that women wouldn't rule the world. I guess this is true. How else could you explain what's happening in my boss's office right now? The name is Steve Le Beau. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man recently hired by the world-famous, multinational corporation known as Adler Benson Pharmaceuticals in the Research Division. And presently my boss, Division Head Louisa Malheur, is on her hands and knees, face down and ass up. Her plump ass cheeks are spread wide open and her tight asshole is giving my twelve-inch dick a good squeeze. I guess some things never change between men and women. Not even in corporate America.

I grip her wide hips and thrust my cock deep into her tight asshole. The bitch squealed as I began stretching her booty hole with my powerful thrusts. Nothing I love more than a tight asshole around my big black cock. It's one of the most pleasant sensations known to man. Give me a tight ass over a sloppy pussy any day. Not that I'm gay or anything. I just love to fuck the ass. It's infinitely preferable to the pussy. For starters, it's tighter and feels way better around the cock. I gave Louisa's fat ass a good slap. She whined in protest. I laughed and continued ramming my cock up her ass. Why am I doing this? Because she needs it. Because I want to. Because she deserves it. Because eager men like yourselves demand it. Alright? Cool. 

I continue to fuck her ass like there was no tomorrow. The way I was banging her fat ass, you would have thought anal sex was going out of style. Hey, don't laugh! For all I know it might be! Oh, yeah. I love that ass. Don't care much for its owner, though. Time to change positions. I flip Louisa on her back because I want to look her in the eye while plunging my cock into her asshole. There's nothing quite like the look on a woman's face when you're shoving one hundred percent of your cock into her asshole. It's absolutely priceless! My ass-stretching cock was making this plump black chick sing like a Canary. And I was loving every moment of it. We fucked until I got my nut. I took off the condom and sprayed her ugly face with my cock. Some of it even got in her eye. She tried cum dodging but it was too late. It was pretty funny to watch her try.

Louisa Malheur has been eyeballing me ever since I first got hired by the company. Think corporate woman with an attitude. Or psycho chick on a power trip. I graduated in the top ten percent of my biochemistry class at in Boston College. Then I earned my doctorate at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. I had tons of fun there. Lots of uptight white women to fuck. And these desperate witches would do anything for some good dick. The kind of dick only the black man can provide. Yeah, I knew how the minds of those power women worked. Underneath it all, they were all the same. Full of themselves, desperately insecure and trying to compensate for some personal lack which only they can see. I love fucking with their minds.

I assessed my boss right when we first met. She was a five-foot-nine, busty and stocky black woman. She wasn't very pretty but she had a fat ass. One of those asses that I simply couldn't forget. A thick bubble butt that not even a tight business suit couldn't hide. That fat ass of hers looked like it needed some dick. And I was just the man for the job. When she spoke, she talked in the clipped lingo of the corporate world. She graduated from Stanford University. She tried her best to appear polite and refined but I could still sniff the ghetto hussy deep inside her dying to get out. I on the other hand came from a wealthy black family.

My father James Le Beau is the president of Le Beau Real Estate Agency, a firm with offices in Brockton, Boston, Fall River and Plymouth. We're all over the state of Massachusetts. My father graduated from Morehouse College and then attended Boston College. My mother, Evelyn Anderson Le Beau is a graduate of Spellman College and Boston University. She's currently the President of Brockton State College. My older brother James Jr. is a detective with the Boston Police Department. My sister Joanne is a book publisher in the city of Boston. We're all accomplished black professionals. Yes, I come from good stock. Louisa Malheur with her Stanford degree didn't impress me. Which is why I made her suck my cock like the chicken head from the hood I knew her to be.

Like I said, Louisa Malheur had it in for me since the beginning. Lots of corporate women, especially black women, have a habit of going on power trips. They think they're invincible. They abuse their power and use it to mistreat co-workers, especially the male employees. Since men don't like to whine to management for every little thing, female bullies in corporate America love to harass them with impunity. Fortunately, I'm a ruthless man who knows how to deal with them. It's all about the game. And I really want to play.

The trick is to give these psycho women enough rope to hang themselves with. Louisa Malheur was coming onto me like a bitch in heat. I've got a surveillance fetish, which comes in handy quite sometime. I put these tiny cameras in my office and also paid one of the cleaning crew guys to install them in her office. Just to be careful, I also installed these very same cameras inside the offices of the most powerful women in the company. I was kind of curious as to what they did when they thought they were. You'd be surprised what you'd find on these precious cameras. 

I thought I'd find these female executives dishing on men like women around the world are fond of doing all day every day. They got nothing better to do with their lazy selves than to talk about men. What I found was infinitely better than male bashing. I had footage of female executives doing everything from having sex with male and female colleagues to masturbating, smoking weed and even plotting sexual harassment lawsuit-type schemes at the office. How about that? I had enough dirt on these unfortunate ladies to become a very rich man and I did. Why have power if you're not going to use it? Exactly!

And so I used my newfound power. I sent automated, untraceable emails to each and every single one of these so-called ladies and let them know that someone was onto them. Oh, man. You should have been there to see them. They all began to whistle a different tune. At a time like this, you'd think these crazy bitches would unite against a common threat. I guess men often underestimate the sheer madness and illogic of women. Sometimes, these nasty attributes of theirs even work to our advantage. And often we don't even know it. When you're facing an extremely deceitful and devious enemy, it's all about exploiting their weaknesses. So, with little effort, I was able to convince these ladies that one of their own was blackmailing them. And it worked. Hook, line and sinker. The world of women is so ripe with treachery and deceit, so filled with two-faced individuals, that they will distrust their own kind infinitely more than they are likely to distrust even the most wicked of men. That's the way it is in their world.

It was fun watching them tear each other to pieces. Until one day I came to work and found the police there. My heart skipped a beat. Had I been found out as the secret blackmailer? Was I heading to federal prison? No! I am too cute to go to prison! Two police officers stopped me as I got ready to enter the building. I froze, then told myself to calm down. I calmly explained to them that I was an employee going to work. They still wouldn't let me in. One of the officers told me the place was a bloodbath. That piqued my interest. What in hell happened? I wouldn't find out for several minutes. I saw men and women coming out of the building, their faces filled with horror. Then a cop dropped the bomb on me. He told me that one of the office ladies brought a gun and shot two other female co-workers before turning the weapon on herself. The lady's name was Louisa Malheur. My former boss. I was stunned. The cop touched my shoulder sympathetically. I think he mistook my shock for caring. Which was good. I quickly turned on the emotion works and played the part of the shocked man whose world was going to hell. What was this world coming to? I kept repeating that over and over. I talked to shell-shocked co-workers for a while, then casually walked back to my car. I smiled as I drove away. Am I good or what?



Big Booty Ghetto Bitches



Good day, folks. My name is Lucas Flanders and I am a Crack Addict. What do I mean by Crack Addict? I like butt cracks and I cannot lie! I especially like big-booty ghetto bitches. Big and plump chicks from the ghetto who are into all kinds of raunchy sex. I don't know why. Must be something in my brain, I guess. Whatever the case, they're the only bitches who can satisfy my eternal craving for raunchy anal sex. I like the butt and nothing but. Nothing else has the power to satisfy me. Why do I crave anal sex? It's an irresistible urge that I have and it simply cannot be denied. I have to satisfy these cravings of mine and if that means prowling the hood for booty, then so be it. I'm afraid it's an addiction which cannot be cured.

That explains what I'm doing with Jasmine right now. She's on all fours, her plump, glistening black butt cheeks are spread wide open. My ten-inch black cock is buried deep in her asshole. I take a deep breath and try to remember how exactly I got here. Jasmine is not my type. She's not a pleasant person either. She's a no-good Bitch from the hood. All arrogant, bitter and rude. Crude and mean-spirited like any commonplace bitch from the hood. End of story. She's usually the kind of female that I like to avoid. But something happened that day. I guess I must have been really horny or something because ugly-faced yet plump-assed, jet-black hood witch Jasmine actually looked good to me. Go figure!

Jasmine is a five-foot-eight, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black chick I met on the Randolph Community College campus. When we met, I was a tall, good-looking young black man exploring college life as well as himself on a new campus. She was the sex-hungry bitch who saw me as new prey and zeroed in on me. I was on campus for roughly two years. Studying criminal justice. Preparing myself for a career enforcement. I attended one of Massachusetts nicest community colleges. One with an even number of men and women among the student body. Hell, I even played a sport. I was on the Men's Basketball team. Randolph Community College offered Men's Basketball, Baseball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Lacrosse, Football, Ice Hockey and Wrestling. They also offered women's Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Ice Hockey, swimming, Lacrosse, Rugby, Volleyball and Field Hockey. Yeah, they had a pretty good sports program. Sports are very important to me. I've been an athlete ever since I could remember. Thank heaven for sports.

Anyhow, I was sitting at the campus library when I saw Jasmine walk by. As usual, she was looking at me. Usually, I simply smiled and remained focused on what I was doing. However, today was different. Alright, I'm not going to make any excuses, folks. I was a horny dude. I hadn't fucked anyone in ages. My dick was straining in my pants and I was growing calluses in my hands from excessive masturbation.

Damn it, I needed to get some and quite badly too. I had to do something otherwise I'd be found humping my mattress to death or something. I had spent nearly three hundred dollars on various porn videos and DVDs. I had all kinds of porn in my apartment. Videos featuring black men fucking blonde women in the ass. Videos featuring black men fucking sexy shemales. DVDs featuring bisexual black men fucking other black men and even black women at the same time. Hell, even videos featuring women fucking men with strap on dildos. At this point, I was desperate to try anything to alleviate sexual tension. I was extremely horny and I needed to get some badly. So, I found myself walking up to Jasmine. She was surprised that today of all days I actually paid attention to her. When I asked her to follow me into the men's bathroom for some good old fashioned sexual fun, she was surprised but kind of down with it.

We went into the men's bathroom and did our thing. Why the men's bathroom? Purely because it was available. All I had to do was put the closed sign on the door and lock it from the inside. Jasmine went into the bathroom with me, an idiot grin on her not so pretty face. I smiled. We kissed, and I began feeling her up. I liked the feel of her big and plump body against mine. I like big women. No lie. Especially the big black women I see in the hood. When I see a big black woman cussing and screaming, I get turned on. I want to go over there and put her on her knees. Then, I want to stick my cock in her mouth, pussy and ass.

Especially her ass. Big women have the tightest assholes in the universe. Word up. Big black women take the cake in the tight asshole department. I've fucked many a big black woman in the ass and let me tell you, they have the sweetest, tightest assholes on the planet. That's why I keep going after them. I'm a veritable crack addict!

Anyhow, Jasmine and I were doing our thing in the men's bathroom. I was standing there, leaning against a wall. She knelt before me and sucked on my long and thick, uncut black cock while fingering her pussy. I thrust my cock into her mouth. Jasmine was a damn good cock sucker. I mean, her mouth felt like a bottomless pit. There was no limit to the amount of cock it could take. When I came, she guzzled all of the cum right out of my cock and wolfed it down. Man, she frigging drained me. Sucked me dry. Word.

I don't know where this hood chick picked up her oral sex skills but her technique is to be commended. I mean, she could put an experienced pornstar to shame. Jasmine sucks a mean dick!

When she was done, she looked at me. I told her that I wanted to fuck her in her fat ass. She smirked, and told me that if I wanted to stick my black dick up her asshole, I had to ask nicely. I smiled, and asked nicely. Grinning, Jasmine got on her hands and knees and spread her plump black butt cheeks wide open. I rubbed my cock in my hand and placed it against her tight asshole. With a swift thrust, I boldly went where countless men had gone before. Into the tight asshole of a big-booty bitch from the hood. With that, I placed my hands on Jasmine's wide hips and thrust deeper into her asshole. Deep down where the sun doesn't shine. 

I began fucking Jasmine's tight asshole like my life depended on it. Oh, yeah. This was the Anal Sex Olympics and I was aiming for the spot of World Champion. I fucked her hard and fast, plunging my cock into the darkest recesses of her asshole. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead as I rammed my cock into her asshole. Yes, bitch. You're getting fucked in your fat ass. Do you like it? Wait a minute.

You're a big-booty ghetto bitch from the hood, aren't you? Why aren't you talking trash now? Could it be that my ten inches of hard dick up your ass is making you squeal? Hell yeah! I'm going to fuck the arrogance out of your fat ass. I'm gonna fuck you up the ass until you learn to love it. Then, I'm gonna cum in your ass. Does that make you happy, bitch? Stop squealing like a fucking pig and answer me! I smacked her ass while fucking her. She squealed some more and it was music to my ears. I continued ramming my cock into her asshole until I couldn't take it anymore and came, sending my hot manly seed deep inside her asshole. Jasmine screamed. I bellowed, a sound of raw, masculine power. This was the shit!

Afterwards, Jasmine and I readjusted our clothes and left the men's room. There were these other guys walking by and they pretty much guessed what happened in the bathroom. Some of them looked surprised, others were smirking. More than a few of them high-fived me. I smiled, and went back to the campus library. I had gotten the urge out of my system. Now, I could return to my work. I'd be a lot more focused and thorough about it, too. Who says sex isn't good for clearing your brain?