HDV-SpicyBabes

Huysmans, the great Schmertzylvanian author of BBW erotica, set the
story down and massaged his forehead in actual pain.  As the world’s most
famous author of BBW erotica, a cult figure beloved throughout America (and
into parts of Canada), he often received other authors’ stories by email.
Remembering his years of struggle and hardship, he was unfailingly
courteous to these aspiring writers, but sometimes it was difficult…

* * *

Dear Rod Throbbin,

Huysmans thanks you from the bottom of his Schmertzylvanian heart for
your generous offer to let him read and edit your true story, “Totally Hot
Milf-Dicking With My Friend’s Big-Assed Hot Mom.” With regret Huysmans
expresses the opinion that you should perhaps take another stab at writing
hot BBW erotica before submitting stories to the world, which can be very
cruel to beginning writer as Huysmans well remembers.

Huysmans believes in starting erotica story not with sex act desired but
with characters drawn from real life.  By sketching picture of such
characters and the world in which they live, is more believable and sexy
when sex enters the story.  As famous Lord Chesterfield might have said if
he had been teaching a night school writing class, are only so many sex
acts, most of them ridiculous to outsiders; only by telling story of
interesting, believable people finding their way to doing them can sex acts
become dramatic and enthralling.

* * *

Huysmans thought of the inspirations that lay behind some of his
stories. Sometimes it took no more than a face to conjure up an entire
character– the flush-faced yet mysteriously exhilarated middle-aged woman
walking past the garden store who inspired “Hawaiian Baby Woodrose”; the
round girl at the hot dog stand, long since torn down, whose dark and
mysterious eyes had led him to write “The Goddess Ramona.” Other times it
was a place– the inn out west that had started him thinking about what the
lives of the people who worked there would be like, and thus led to “A Maid
in Montana,” or the bar in the tropics where things like “Big Beautiful
Beach” happened all too easily, as Huysmans well knew from experience.

He saved the email on his laptop to send once the plane landed, and
turned to the next story:

* * *

The next day it was most warm and as I sat in the courtyard of our
binjhari I saw Auntie come up to me again.  Her large breasts were most
active inside her sheer kemara and it inspired lustful thoughts of which I
was most ashamed, yet I desired heartily to place my dongabo inside her
pichocha and frottage until the baby-juice erupted.  “Oh Auntie, I am most
tired, will you not lie next to me on my harari and aid me in my sleeping?”
I asked.  “Naughty boy, I think if I am to lie next to you there will be no
sleeping but much agitation of the lower parts,” she replied-

* * *

Dear Sanjay21,

Huysmans thanks you with the hearty gratitude of his Schmertzylvanian
horsemen ancestors for allowing him to read your story, “Temptation in the
Binjhari of Auntie.” He understands your apprehension at sharing such a
story with the world, but he does not feel that correcting your English
(even if Huysmans were up to the task personally) is the answer.  Though
there are, to Huysmans’ eye, ways in which your story does not read like
that of American writer, still, it is precisely the authenticity of your
story in its setting which makes it memorably erotic.  Huysmans urges you
to write like yourself for you, and not worry about sounding like American
writer.

* * *

The stewardess called for electronic devices to be put away, and
Huysmans shut his MacBookPro down.  What city was he going to?  He could
scarcely remember from one flight to the next.  Since the movie adaptation
of The Sapphic Pirate Miranda with Anne Hathaway and Dawn French had come
out, his life had been a whirlwind of book tours, signings…  and, of
course, groupies.  There was no shortage of BBW femaledom on hand at each
signing, eager to experience firsthand the Schmertzylvanian lovemaking
secrets of the world’s most famous (and, with his waxed mustaches and aroma
of horse-leather and brandy, dashingly handsome) writer of BBW erotica.

Once this would have been too absurd a dream even for one of his first
stories, pecked out by hand on his TRS-80 and uploaded to the earliest and
crudest erotica BBSs.  The kind of ridiculous fantasy that made sex stories
on the internet hard to swallow, even when the sex was well described.  But
now it was commonplace– to walk into a Barnes & Noble and see hundreds of
BBWs clutching his book, some young and sexually confident in their
bellyshirts and piercings, others older and more reserved yet eager to
explore the sexuality that his stories had unlocked, and to know that he
could show a little favor to one or another and they would be his, tonight,
in his hotel room.

It was a dream come true…  and so Huysmans prepared for it, yet again,
third time this week.

* * *

He had signed 50 already, but the line of large women– big bosoms, pear
shaped behinds, rolling bellies like “A Girl at the Mall,” apple cheeks
like Andie Thorsen in “Better Than Watching Leno”– still trailed around
the corner and out of view.

Two young women appeared before him, obviously together.  One was tall
and sturdy, rolls of fat along her side, thighs straining the jeans they
were encased within, a toothy smile and freckled complexion framed by an
orange pageboy `do.  The other was shorter and rounder, blonde and
soft-skinned, blue eyes like…  like…  after so long on the road, the
only simile that came to Huysmans’ mind was a hotel pool.

“Who shall I sign these to?” Huysmans asked.

“Make mine out to Trish,” the orange-haired giantess said.

Huysmans opened the jacket and wrote, “To Trish, whose fiery hair shall
set my nights aflame with desire, Huysmans.” “And yours?” he said to the
smaller blonde.

“I’m Muriel,” she said.

Huysmans scribbled, “For Muriel, whose name sounds like `la Mer’ and
whose blue eyes will flood my memory whenever I gaze upon water.”

She looked at it and giggled nervously, as if she had something to say.
But she couldn’t get it out and so Trish stepped in.  “So…  do you want a
play date?”

Muriel said, “Let me talk to Trish first.  Find out what day is good for
her.”

He recognized the dialogue, of course– cribbed, a little confusedly,
from “Play Date With Pam.” Often this was how they approached him, with his
own words.  He looked at them.  Youthful, nervous but eager, a pair of
mismatched but equally lush peaches– why not?

* * *

Pop!  went the champagne bottle, waiting on the table in his hotel suite
as the girls prepared themselves in the bathroom.  He poured three glasses,
and was about to do something else when they opened the door unexpectedly.
He palmed the little blue pill and handed them their glasses, then raised
his in a toast; as he sipped he slipped the pill into his mouth unnoticed.

Trish, as he might have guessed, was bolder in her lingerie, a slutty
red teddy whose jagged neckline exposed much of the fetchingly freckled
cleavage between her large dangling breasts.  Muriel was more traditional
in black and purple lace and satin, concealing rather than revealing the
pepper-pot shape underneath, but most admirably dolled up with bright red
lipstick and false eyelashes.

They wasted no time.  The two of them grabbed Huysmans and started
unbuttoning his shirt as Muriel stuck her beestung lips on his, and he felt
her tongue probe hungrily inside.  Hands roamed over his chest and pants as
he felt Trish’s butt under the soft satin and stroked his hand over the top
of Muriel’s large, heaving bosom.  His belt was unbuckled and he was pushed
backwards into the bedroom and onto a bed.  Muriel was atop him first, her
weight pressing him down as she rubbed her breasts still in their restraint
across his face.  Then Trish unsnapped them and they tumbled out, enormous
and heavy, sweet-smelling and a little sticky where she’d sweated under the
lingerie.  He sucked one of the thumb-like nipples into his mouth and he
felt someone cup his balls and stroke up and down.  Trish took off her
teddy and her breasts too fell free, swaying from side to side with every
move she made.  He took one of each in his hands and sucked from one to the
other; then Muriel began moving down and took his cock in her hand, licking
and kissing the head while Trish tongue-kissed him and he rubbed her soft,
puffy belly.

As he licked and sucked her tits, he felt up her inner thighs into the
warmth and steaminess deep inside her skirt.  She backed up onto the bed
and spread her legs.  Now he couldn’t see her face or her breasts; she was
just a pair of legs attached to a big round ass, and it was his, all his.
He pulled down her panties to reveal curly red hair there, too, and she let
her thighs relax a bit and open to show the bright purple slit, a slight
hint of dampness making a line which slowly opened the petals of her pussy.
He kissed his way up the big soft thighs until he reached her pussy, and
then he began to lick, slowly and carefully, around the outside of her
lips. She squirmed, ticklish, and so he grabbed her meaty thighs and spread
them wider, then touched tongue to slit for the first time.

She squealed and shivered.  “You liked that?” he whispered.

“I thought for a second you shot me with the electroprod again,” she
said, quoting “Escape From Thinopolis,” and then her lower half seemed to
call him back to his work.  “Get on with it!”

He licked away, tongue rammed up as far as it could reach, and then he
had an idea.  She rolled over quickly and stuck her big round ass up in the
air as he spread her legs again and started to lick her pussy from behind.
Soon he was smashing his face between those fat round globes and moving his
tongue.  It didn’t take long of his tongue working its way as far as it
would go into her asshole (which was less than half an inch) before he
could tell that she had reached down and started masturbating as he did it.

As Trish got into herself he decided to help her out in another way.  He
slid a finger into her pussy and then started tickling her ass with the
next one.  That seemed to get a good moan in response, so he started to
slide it in, wetting it some more as it went in.  She moaned harder and so
he began fucking her with his fingers, one in her pussy and one in her ass,
and she bucked and rode his fingers as they slid in and out in unison and
he could feel each one on the other side of the thin muscle wall in
between.

By this point he had twisted to where his cock was out of Muriel’s
reach, and so she pushed him over so that his ass was in the air.

Before he had time to be apprehensive– well, before he had time to act
on it, anyway– she had spread him open and was licking up and down his
crack, then jamming her tongue into his ass.  Then he heard the cap on the
lube open and a moment later he felt her finger slide into his ass, gently
and caringly.  She stood up but continued to slide her finger in and out,
slowly and seductively, stroking his balls as they hung below and his hard
dick swung back and forth.  He heard some sort of movement, a clicking and
rubbing sound, and then her finger came out, but he was too dazed to move.

Suddenly something was at his asshole again.  He felt something press
against it and then in an instant it had popped inside him.  It slid all
the way in, and then he felt her thighs pressing against his and he knew
what it was.  Muriel was fucking him with a strap-on dildo.  He was
powerless, he could only accept it, that he was being ass-fucked by a fat
lady who acted like she owned him.  Just like in his story “Tech Support.”

Trish scooted back to watch as Muriel pounded Huysmans’ ass, and once
she was settled she pressed her foot against his cock, while playing with
one of her tits.  She squeezed the nipple, then licked at it and sucked it
into her mouth.  As her chunky thigh pistoned up and down, her foot working
his cock, he moaned and saw glistening spurts of his seed fly up, catch
moonlight, and fall down upon her foot and between her toes.

He collapsed, exhausted.  Trish looked at him, and then she shook her
foot, spattered with his cum, and whispered, “Don’t you think you better
clean it up?”

Oh God, not “Temptress in the Temple.” “Get on your knees,” she said,
“and clean my foot with your tongue.”

Huysmans was revolted– and yet the command of a big beautiful woman, to
lick her foot, to suck on those toes, was irresistible.  He bent down and
touched his tongue to the cool cum and sucked it inside.  It wasn’t
horrible, he sucked it down and swallowed the first glob quickly enough;
the second one he kept on his tongue and swirled around her big toe before
swallowing it and licking it clean, bobbing his head up and down on the
toe.

He rolled over, exhausted, as the girls, not yet satiated, now turned
toward each other.  Muriel pushed Trish’s legs apart to show her beautiful
feminine flowers.  She kissed her way up those fat jiggly thighs, cupped
her broad round ass under her arms and squeezed her fat ass cheeks,
kneading them so that her pussy and asshole each smooshed together with
each squeeze.

Then, at last, she put her tongue out and ran it along Trish’s sweet
orchid, her slippery purple labia, getting that first tongue-on-metal taste
as her tongue skated across the top of it.  Trish shivered and moaned “Oh
God, yes.” Muriel dove in again, lifting the petals apart with her tongue,
past the thicker skin of the outer lips and finding her way into the
smoother, wetter velvet inside.  Her nose burrowed into Trish’s pubic hair
as her tongue went deep into that hot slippery hole and my hands kneaded
that enormous ass like it was dough.

Trish started writhing, her massive tits bounding up and down on either
side of her, that alabaster whale tummy shifting up and down, and Muriel
picked up the pace on her rubbery clit.  She pushed her legs up, revealing
the wrinkly brown hole below her love tunnel, and as she rubbed her clit
with her finger she let her tongue dive into that peppery pucker below.
She practically screamed, biting the pillow she clutched in one hand as the
other massaged one of those giant tits.  Muriel switched back to chewing on
her clit but rubbed her asshole with her index finger, and her ass
practically sucked it inside.  She kept up the rhythm, licking her clit as
she pile-drove her asshole with her finger, and it was only a few more
moments before Trish came, her ass pulsing around Muriel’s finger and her
cunt throbbing in Muriel’s face.

* * *

After the girls had left Huysmans sat on the bed, his erection still not
entirely gone thanks to the blue pill.  He had been all Old World courtesy
to the girls as they dressed and prepared to leave, but as he had bid them
farewell he had felt saddened, that their dynamism and enthusiasm deserved
something better than his jaded, ennui-ridden self.  Here he was, at the
pinnacle of his fame, able to have almost any BBW he desired with just a
wink and a nod– and yet it had become boring, this endless round of sex
acts which he could not help but think of in the terms of his stories.  He
no longer enjoyed the novelty of desire and conquest; now every act seemed
to have been lifted straight from the pages of something he had already
written and long since put behind him.

That night he made a resolution.  There was a week before his next
appearance; he had no obligations until then.  He arose early the next
morning, rented a convertible sports car at a nearby agency, tossed a small
bag in the back and left the rest to be shipped home, and lit out of the
city.

In 20 minutes he was in the suburbs.  In another 10 he was in true farm
country, far from urbanity and celebrity.  It suddenly occurred to him that
he had not eaten breakfast, and he wasn’t sure when an opportunity to do so
would present itself– and then he saw an old white clapboard restaurant
with a faded sign, Stop Inn Cafe.  It might have closed forty years ago, by
the look of it, but the trucks in the parking lot suggested otherwise.  He
swerved in and parked, pausing only to grab a hardback copy of “The Sapphic
Pirate Miranda And Other Stories” from his bag.

He saw her the minute he opened the door.  Dark eyed and dark haired,
soft pink skin, cheeks like a pillow he could rest in for months.  Broad
hips, an hourglass waist (well, a couple of hours’ glass), big round
breasts like a pair of bowling balls let loose to roll around under the
plain pink cotton of her waitress’s uniform.  He sat at the counter, and
unobtrusively placed his book, cover side up, beside him.

A faint flicker of a smile at Huysmans’ exotic appearance, but the word
that came out was all business.  “Coffee?”

“Please.” He turned the book over, revealing the author photo on the
back.

She poured his coffee.  “Do you know what you want or do you need a few
minutes?”

Oh, he knew what he wanted.  It was intoxicating just seeing her lean
against the counter, the edge swallowed up in the soft folds of her belly,
her breasts jutting into her space, the softness of her chubby arms (no
ring, he noted quickly), almost close enough to nuzzle as she held the
ordering pad over him.  Ever the author, he began to notice details that
hinted at a life lived yet half-mysterious– the shoe-shaped scar on her
forearm, a tattoo of a heart and a cartoon cat on her neckline, a photo of
herself and some other girl taped to the cash register, labeled “Akron or
Bust!!!” Then he noticed something else– impatience.  “Two eggs, sunny
side up, hash browns, wheat toast, please.”

“Comin’ right up,” she said, and disappeared.

She hadn’t noticed the book.  Maybe she’d never even heard of the book,
of “The Sapphic Pirate Miranda,” of him.  A BBW who had no idea who the
great author Huysmans was!  The thought tantalized him.  Seducing her,
savoring those big round breasts, burying himself in those sturdy thighs,
kissing that puffy neck and stroking those soft pink cheeks– it would take
more than just pointing and beckoning.  It would take getting to her know
her, slowly, unthreateningly, it would take asking her out, not rushing
things, not expecting anything.  It would take understanding her world,
being interested in her and making her interested in him, all before the
sex acts which are interesting only when they come naturally from the
characters of real human beings.

He put the book at his feet.  His pulse was quickening.  The chase was
on.  He felt alive again.  When the time came, if it came, if he was so
fortunate, he wouldn’t need any little blue pill.

BBW was her name, Beatrice B. Walker, and she was
indeed a beautiful big woman. Oh how much a woman. (MF,
nc, 1st, exh, rom)

***

This story tells how we met, and the first time we had
sex.

I’ve met BBW on the dancing floor of the Blue Orchid
club and, as the rest of the guys, I fell captive to
her charms.

BBW was her name: Beatrice B. Walker. I’ve never found
out what the second B stood for. I suspect she just put
it in her name to spell BBW: Beautiful Big Woman. She
certainly was one: She was, and still is, so beautiful
with her auburn, wavy hair and sparkling eyes, and
luscious full red lips. And her curves – WOW how sexy
they were! She was big too: 5′9″, 200lbs. is big; and
she was certainly a woman-OH how much a woman she is!

If you prefer BBW to stand for Big Breasted Woman, well
she was that too, with 10 lbs. of her 200 concentrated
in her luxurious DD size boobs!

But the main thing that has caught my eyes, and
captured my mind was her dancing. Despite her size, she
was skipping and turning and sliding with the ease and
the grace of a butterfly, a very big one indeed but
also a very beautiful one. I’ve attempted to join her
on the floor, and luckily for me, she has agreed.

I don’t know what caused my good luck; was it my size
perhaps, I’m quite big myself, 6′3″, 210lbs., or my
dancing, for I’m a nimble and accomplished dancer
myself, anyhow I was lucky enough to have her choose me
as her preferred partner above all the other guys on
the dancing floor, and as the night advanced we have
spent more and more time gyrating and sliding one in
front the other.

With time, we also rubbed one against the other, and
I’ve felt in heaven, feeling her full soft but supple
jugs pressing against me more then once. Her groins
also rubbed against mine in the throes of the salsa,
and she didn’t seem to object to it, or to draw back.
So I’ve offered her the next drink, and I’ve suggested
that, since her hands were occupied on my hips, I would
take care of her drinking, serving the drink directly
to her mouth. She has accepted but she was very
surprised and giggled very much to see that I’ve chosen
to give her each swig of the drink from my mouth to
hers.

Soon the drinks were followed by my tongue, and the
kisses turned hotter and hotter. Our bodies ground into
each other more and more, and soon the only thing that
prevented my now stiff cock from entering her was the
heavy cloth of my jeans. We got heated more and more
and at last, she said that she had to relieve herself
and dragged me to the toilets.

On the way I have grabbed and pinched every pert of her
anatomy –and they all have been so delightfully
pinchable! And she also didn’t hesitate to grab and
pinch my butt.

We weren’t the only ones to make out on the way to the
toilet. There in the queue almost all the couple were
in varying modes of joining, either kissing or necking
or both. One couple even went so far as actually
fucking there in the line!

To my amazement, BBW seemed to be rather shy and was
rather taken aback by this show of blatant sex. She was
even reluctant to enter the cubicle with me!

Immediately when we entered the lavatory, I pulled down
her shoulder straps and released her gorgeous boobs of
their confine. What a sight they were! Beautiful, snow
white mounds, adorned with thin blue veins that somehow
made me even hornier that before, and topped by two and
a half inches pink aureoles. In the mid of those
perfect, so sexy circles protruded two darker pink
bullet like nipples, taut and swollen-ready to burst.

Bibs-as I called her – was rather reserved. She
resisted, saying, between her lustful moans, that it
was inappropriate, and shameful, and; “Please, please,
not now… not here… OOOOH! Later, AAH… at home
we’ll make love, please…”

I reached under her skirt and grabbed her ample bottom,
with my face buried between her massive boobs, nibbling
her erect and tout nipple

“Oh, please… Not here, they’ll hear! P-please,
please… O, I have to pee… no, really I have to pee,
please, please let me go!” she pleaded, her pleas
interspersed with silent lustful moans.

So I let her go. After all, as I’ve told her, I wasn’t
not going to rape her, only to make love to her.(well,
I meant to fuck her, but whatever)

Bibs dropped on the throne seat with a thankful sigh
and pleaded “Turn around, please, I can’t pee when
you’re looking at me. Please?”

Obediently I turned around, and didn’t even peek.
Indeed, I’ve heard the stream of her pee splashing in
the toilette. When it stopped, I plucked a few sheets
of paper, kneeled between Bibs’ spread knees and wiped
her wet slit.

“OH! No! what…No…OOOH!” the last moan was when my
finger followed into her open slit. “No, please, not in
here! Please! It’s disgust…!” her protests were
interrupted, as she started to moan when my fingers
rubbed her now swollen clit. She clutched my hand in a
vain attempt to stop me, all the time moaning quietly.

But now I stuck my fingers into her vagina, rubbing
furiously, while still rolling her clit between my
thumb and the index finger, and all that time I was
kissing and nibbling her glorious boobs. At last she
ceased to protest and her moans became louder and
louder, while she heaved small heaves on the seat
towards my exploring, pinching fingers

“O god!” she squealed. “Oh my god! OOOH! Here I come!”
And her vagina squeezed my fingers while she rotated
her hips and jumped small quick skips on that seat.

I was so Hot! I couldn’t stop anymore. I rose, drew out
and exposed my hard, rigid, 9-inche long pole.

“OEEEH! She squealed, her mouth and her eyes going
round with amazement and her tongue inadvertently
licked her lips. She grabbed it and started rubbing it
up and down. I felt that she was going to swallow it
any minute and I only hoped that I wasn’t going to
burst before, but suddenly she stopped, rose from the
seat and kissed me a long hot kiss and, thrusting her
tongue deep in my throat, she turned about and shoved
me on the seat.

I thought that she wanted me to lick and eat her out
and was more than ready to do it but she straddled me
and sat down on my hard cock.

Owing to the awkward position, and her ample thighs,
the head barely entered her cunt, but it did enter.
Improving our position I started to heave into her and
she started jumping up and down on my stick, squealing,
screaming, yelling :” Give me that big beautiful cock!
Fuck me! OH, deeper! YES!”

I didn’t last long and I shot a huge stream of my spunk
deep into her vibrant squeezing, milking vagina. OH
what a cum that was!

“Look what you have done!” she reproached me when I was
arranging her dress, while fondling and caressing her
heavy mounds.” I fucked you here, in front of
everybody, like some two bit whore!” I shut her up by
kissing her fervently and when we were decently dressed
again, we left the cubicle towards my truck, without
ever disconnecting our lips, and tongues.

On the way home, Bibs fondled and caressed my cock,
bringing it to he verge of explosion yet again. Se has
attempted to kiss and suck it too, but her ample chest
was in the way and she was unsuccessful. She made up
for this as soon as we entered home, and then we ripped
each other clothes and flopped onto my bed. I dived
into her, buried all my nine inches in her wet, searing
hot vagina to the hilt, up to the balls. My body was
embedded in her soft warm, luscious one as we humped
and thrashed and writhed in an explosive orgasm.

Oh what a delightfully fuckable woman Bibs was! I
fucked her in every direction, from the front, in her
warm, luscious mouth, in her cunt, raising her legs
high up in the air, from behind in her ass, doggy
style, slapping my pelvis against her fat butt, burying
my hands deep in her cunt while my dick was stirring
her entrails.

We fucked all that night and the coming Saturday too.
We fucked incessantly only dozing exhausted for an
eyewink now and then. There wasn’t an inch of her warm,
soft and luscious body that I didn’t fuck. I buried my
dick between her supple tits, I plowed with my cock the
furrows between her fat folds, filling her navel with
my cum, I bit and munched her juicy buttocks – WOW how
much of a woman she was!

And the coming week BBW moved in with me, making me the
luckiest, most happy guy on earth.

To be continued?

A BBW wants to surprise her husband by dressing like a
hooker but finds her first clients within minutes of the
adventure.

***

Maggie had had enough, for the past three years she had
been so sexually frustrated she was driven to
distraction. The problem was her weight or so her husband
John was always quick to remind her. Its true that since
having their last baby 10 yeas ago she has put on lots of
weight but she was never really a skinny woman and the
bastard couldn’t get enough of her at one time.

Recently he would only have sex with her if he had been
drinking and always in the dark, in the recent past he
had tried to take her with the lights on but lost his
erection saying it was her fat belly that put him off.
All this was hard on Maggie as she was still a horny
passionate woman, she had daily fantasies and could not
get through the day without masturbating at least once.

As a Catholic she would never be unfaithful but she
dreamed of it, she would look at other men and imagine
what their cocks looked like or how it would feel to have
one take her and fuck her. Words like fuck and cock would
have her tummy churning and her pussy wet but John never
spoke to her like that, he never played games with her.

He also never managed to give her an orgasm through
penetration having to help her get off after he finished,
she believed it was his cock that must have been too
small. The way she felt right now even his poor three-
minute performance would please her.

The day of her 45th birthday she decided she had to do
something, she had been to have her hair done and had had
a full on five minute fantasy over the guy cutting her
hair, and he was gay for Christ’s sake. She went shopping
for the sexiest clothes she could find picking a skirt
that was so short and two sizes too small saying it was
for her daughter.

Next she put on an outrages cotton wrap around blouse
designed to wrap between the breasts so each breast was
clearly cupped and outlined, the problem was her breasts
where a 48DDD and they hung down to her round swollen
waist. She didn’t try it on and used the same story about
her daughter, to finish it all off she found a pair of
high heeled fuck me shoes and a long windbreaker coat to
cover it all when she wore it later.

She planed on arriving home late and surprising her
husband by been his whore for the night or at least what
she could get out of him. Her last stop was to buy some
black stockings and suspenders and she was off to her
car, it was already late and she just had time to change
in the car. Her car was parked in multi-story on the
second floor it was jammed between a BM and a Jag, hers
been a mini van.

Once inside she climbed in back and got dressed, first
the stockings and suspenders having trouble getting the
impossibly small stockings up her chunky legs. Next she
squeezed into the skirt laughing to herself and having to
really struggle to get her belly inside, looking down at
her tummy she couldn’t see where her pussy should be but
was starting to feel sexy.

She couldn’t wear her bra with the new top so she pulled
her fat girl dress off and bundled her bra with it, when
she put on the top it wasn’t two sizes too small but more
like four. Her already huge tits looked comical now
wrapped in the blue cotton each breast had the soft
fabric stuck to it like a second skin and her nipples
poked out like hard cigar butts making her laugh to her
self.

She applied a ton of make up to complete the process and
puffed up her hair smiling in the mirror, just before
getting out she removed her big cotton panties and gave
her pussy a little scratch feeling how wet she was with
excitement.

She had to get out of the van to get into the front seats
as her skirt was so tight so she slid the door back and
gave a small scream, there where three very large black
men staring at her. One was standing right in front of
her and the other two where back a bit behind him all
grinning at her, she tugged at her skirt but it was so
short they could see her stockings and as she was leaning
forward her massive tits hung down to touch her knees.

The nearest one smiled at her and stepped back a little
to show her he meant no harm, “Sorry lady, this here’s my
car that’s all,” he said pointing to the BM next to hers
but staring at her with that grin. She stepped out and
pulled at her skirt again and putting an arm over her
almost naked breasts, she turned to open the front door
but the guy took it as soon as she opened it, “Hey what’s
the hurry lady, we aren’t gonna hurt yeah” he said
stepping closer to her, “We just thought you might want
to make some money that’s all.”

Maggie took a second to understand what he was saying, he
thought I was a whore the bastard but then she remembered
how she was dressed and laughed saying, “Oh no this is
for my husband, it’s a surprise now if you don’t mind I
need to go,” she smiled and tried to pull the door
closed. “You can give the money to your old man if you
want lady I don’t give a shit, how much you want to blow
me?” he asked leaning in closer and staring at her
breasts.

She felt fear but also excitement as she felt his eyes on
her breasts, he was devouring them with his eyes, she
shuck her head no but he stepped up now pressing his hard
body against hers, “How about a special price for all
three of us” he hissed at her and placed a hand on her
left breast.

He squeezed it hard making his large black hand look
small in all that flesh, “You got nice big tits bitch,
how about you let me come on them,” he said mauling her
breast.

“Let me go, I am not a hooker please,” said Maggie but
she was cut off as the guy stuck his tongue into her
mouth and kissed her deeply pulling her head to his mouth
with his free hand. She twisted her head and stopped him
but he was not happy, he stepped back a little and tugged
at his jogging pants. She looked down terrified and
curious at the same time, his cock sprang into view, it
was huge long thick and very black. It must have been at
least twice the size of John’s cock and it looked rock
hard.

The guy took it in his hand and pulled the foreskin back
pointing it at her, “I can’t walk when it’s like this
bitch, now get over her and suck my cock.”

The word cock did it mostly, she felt an electric current
run down to her pussy, she wanted to grab it and stuff as
much as she could into her mouth but instead she moved
backwards and pleaded, “No, I’m married I can’t please
I’m not a hooker!” The guy reached in and yanked her back
up to a sitting position slapping his hot hard cock
against her face.

She felt him tug at her hair and twist her face around to
face his cock, she felt it press against her face harder
than any cock she had ever touched (she had only ever
touched two). “Open you mouth slut and suck it,” he
barked down at her and as soon as she opened her mouth to
speak he forced it into her mouth.

It felt wonderfully hard and so, so big it filled her
mouth to bursting point. He didn’t force the whole thing
inside thank god just the top 6 inches but his cock was
also very thick stretching her mouth to its widest. She
gave in and started sucking as best she could, if she
could make him come she might be able to pull the door
closed and leave.

“Yeah bitch, suck that cock Ooh man yes suck me baby suck
me,” he snarled down at her. One of the other guys moved
over and pried her chunky legs apart, she tired to keep
them closed but he was too strong and when she tried to
pull her mouth free to talk the one fucking her mouth
slapped her and rammed his cock back down he troth.

Her legs where forced apart and she felt a rough hand
bang against her pussy and knew she was sopping wet down
there and sure enough the guy felt it, “The fucking slut
is soaked down here, she gagging for some cock,” he told
his mates, they laughed.

The one in her mouth pulled out and still holding her
hair and asked her, “You want some black cock whore, you
want me to slam this big black cock into your fat white
cunt,” he didn’t wait for her answer just slammed his
cock back into her mouth.

The other one forced four fingers into her pussy and she
felt shame as his fingers where quickly covered in her
own juices letting him push his thumb inside her pussy
too, he fucked her pussy hard each trust getting more of
his hand inside her until he had his entire hand up her
cunt. She almost past out with the lack of air and the
sheer sexual excitement of it all, her pussy was on fire
literally pumping hot juice onto the hand that was
fisting her and she did her best to suck the huge cock in
her mouth.

“White trash whore, suck my nigger cock,” she heard
making her come on the spot, she bucked her hips up off
the car seat and crabbed the dashboard for support.

The second black guy was ramming his hand into her cunt
hard trilled and amazed at how she was coming on him like
that, what a hot fucking slut he thought fucking her like
that for another minute before pulling out, he wanted his
cock sucked to and maybe even fuck the cunt.

Maggie felt her pussy go cold as the air replaced the
fist on her wet flesh, her pussy was still convulsing
from the orgasm but she couldn’t move as the mouth fucker
was still pounding his cock into her mouth fast and hard.
She felt her new top getting yanked and pulled until her
two heavy tits flopped into view for the boys, she heard
them whistle and laugh then felt two hands grabbing them
and squeezing them.

The cock in her mouth pulled out and she was released
almost falling back onto the front seats, one man opened
the sliding back door again and climbed inside onto the
large back seat, “Get in her slut,” he commanded at her,
Maggie was scared again knowing that all three would want
to fuck her and panicking about it. “I said get your fat
whore ass back her,” he screamed at her waking her up and
pushing her into action.

She clambered out past the other two and climbed into the
back, the guy was half laying on the seat with his cock
in his hand jerking off he shuffled around with his long
legs sticking out and told her to sit on his cock. She
looked down at it and made a face then moved over and put
her left leg over him coming down onto him and flattening
his cock against her wet pussy.

The very idea of sitting on this guy’s huge cock had her
almost coming but she felt so guilty about it, she should
scream for help or run but she didn’t, instead she
reached down and found his cock then guided it to her
pussy. Her tits where all over his face blocking him from
view but as she sank down onto the biggest cock her soft
pussy had ever had she cried out with pleasure.

It felt so wonderfully big and thick and hard Christ she
was going to come right away before he even moved inside
her, she felt his large hands grab her thick fat hips and
start to lift her up and down his cock, it sent shock
after shock through her convulsing pussy, she was
completely full of wonderful hard cock and she was
helpless to stop it.

He humped his hips up as well as he could but he wanted
more, he wanted to see her fat tits flop about and her
heavy ass cheeks slap his legs, “Come you fat slut, move
that ass fuck me bitch fuck me,” he snarled banging up
into her violently. She was banged forward slapping her
tits against his face and she felt him bite and suck them
not just her nipples but anywhere like an animal and she
loved it, she felt the orgasm building and knew it would
be huge, this would be the first time she ever came from
just a cock in her pussy.

She lost all strength as she came, it rocked her heavy
body and made her slump onto the man below her, he
carried on fucking her for a minute then heaved her off
him onto the seat beside him.

She let him push her off slumping onto the car seat and
not caring that her legs where wide open and that the
other two guys where both jerking there cocks looking at
her, the one who had just fucked her was not finished yet
he moved around knelling on the car floor and got between
her legs.

She felt him jerk and drag her forwards so her pussy and
ass where off the edge, she looked up at him as saw sheer
lust in his eyes but knowing that she was exciting him
made her hotter still, “Come on you fucker, fuck me hard
give me that big black cock,” she snarled up at him
making him smile down at her.

He took the wind out of her when he slammed into her
pushing his whole cock all the way into her wet snatch,
she screamed out and grabbed him by his powerful arms. In
and out he pounded his huge cock into her and she lost it
within a minute coming like a slut and screaming the car
park down her cries echoing down the empty car park, her
huge tits where been rocked and swung wildly as he
hammered his cock into her, “Fucking filthy whore, you
love my nigger cock don’t you?” he panted at her.

She was trashing her head from side to side but managed
to look at him, “Ooh yes don’t stop, fuck my fat whores
pussy, give me that cock give me all your cocks.”

He forced her chunky legs up making her double over and
like that he managed to get more of his cock into her,
she screamed for him to fuck her harder and he fucked her
like a wild man for a good three minutes then pulled out.

Maggie had come and come and didn’t know where she was
now, she felt him pull out and looked up to see what he
wanted next, he was half crouched with his head touching
the car roof and his cock in his hand jerking it off
fast, “Get over here slut and suck it, suck my cock I’m
gonna come in your mouth,” he commanded and she slid off
the seat and took his cock in her mouth.

Maggie had imagined acting like a slut but never thought
it would feel so good, she would do anything they asked
she knew this and wanted it, she gobbled as much cock
into her mouth as she could massaging his hanging balls
too until she felt his cock twitch and jerk in her mouth,
she had never had a man come in her mouth and here she
was about to take a mouth full.

One of the other guys squeezed into the car and sat
behind her as she kneeled down sucking the first one, he
roughly felt her pussy while trying to get behind her to
fuck her. The cock in her mouth exploded firing a massive
wad of hot spunk into her open mouth and the guy held her
head as he emptied his balls into her, she swallowed as
much as she could but he fired so much it was impossible.

Just as she thought she would gag he pulled out and fired
the rest onto her face, it went everywhere covering her
face with spunk. She was shoved forward as the guy behind
her managed to get his cock at her pussy pushing his
entire cock into her waiting pussy. She ended up on her
knees with her heavy tits flopping back and forth as he
fucked her violently from behind, the guy who she just
blew moved out so his buddy could take his place and she
found herself been fucked from both ends.

They where slapping her ass and mauling her swinging tits
and calling her names and she was loving it, she lost
count of how many times she came as the guys pounded her
mouth and pussy. She felt the guy fucking her tense and
then felt him shot his spunk deep inside her bring her to
another orgasm as he hammered his cock into her and just
as she felt she would pass out the cock in her mouth
erupted filling her mouth with hot salty spunk of which
she drank down greedily.

She collapsed in a heap on the vans floor and watched as
the boys slipped out of the van. The leader leaned back
in and dropped a $100 bill onto her sticky face grinning
and saying thanks.

It took her ten minutes to get her self together, her
face was a mess with spunk and she could feel more
dripping from her stretched open pussy. She did her best
to clean up using her bra and panties to clean the spunk
away from her face and cunt. She redid her face with
fresh make up and looked in the mirror at her freshly
fucked face smiling to herself and thinking how good it
had felt to act like such a slut.

END