It’s true that life can throw you some curves, however how boring wouldn’t it be if it have been all straight strains? No, not all curves are dangerous. Take, for instance, Tuesday, three weeks in the past!
I’m leaving my appointment, strolling throughout the doorway plaza, heading for my automobile, checking the clock and figuring I’ve bought time sufficient on my meter to cease for a espresso, once I change into conscious of a ruckus on the bus cease I’m passing. Voices raised — some taunting, one pleading. “Cease! Go away me alone!”
That will get my consideration. I decelerate to evaluate the state of affairs, and shortly decide a number of teenage punks are harassing a plump younger lady there. “Hey!” I yell. “Bugger off! Go away her be.” Altering path, I stride over in direction of the glass enclosure. The thugs look my approach, stunned.
“Get a grip!” they whine. “We’re simply teasing!”
Brandishing my cell, I inform them to fuck off earlier than the police get there. They retort, “Defending your fat-assed girlfriend, eh?” However they transfer on, nonetheless.
“You okay?” I ask. That they had her verging on tears; now the dam breaks. Talking via her sobs, she sputters, “I attempted to disregard them, however they only wouldn’t let up — Fatso this, and Lard-ass that!” Then she sobs even tougher. Not understanding what else to do, I put my arm round her shoulder and let her cry towards my chest, till she will be able to compose herself.
“Hey, you stood as much as them,” I mutter, encouragingly. “You have been very courageous.” I pause to observe her slowly collect herself. “Anyway, it’s over now.”
She has began quaking violently — with rage, I believe — and frustration. “No,” she says, shaking her head resignedly, “it’s by no means actually over.” I proceed to murmur inarticulate platitudes, making an attempt to calm her — to appease her nerves. And, ever so slowly, she regains her poise, shaking off her upset. Now she’s embarrassed. “I don’t know why I let these punks get underneath my pores and skin,” she mumbles.
“Overlook it. They’re not well worth the agro!” Then, after a second, I introduce myself. “By the way in which, I’m Jacob.”
“Hello, Jacob. I’m Monica — Moe to my pals.” Her smile, nonetheless temporary, is radiant, as she provides, “Thanks!”
“Can I get you a espresso?” I ask, nodding on the store forward.
“That’d be good. Thanks.”
As we stroll towards the espresso store in companionable silence, I — somewhat dispassionately, I’ll admit — assess her. She is, to say the least, rotund. About 5’1″, she have to be a 50-inch triple D bust — thick tummy, huge hips and backside — at first, I virtually must agree with the punks; she appears very tubby. However analytically, I understand that, regardless of her form, there’s something — really a number of issues — somewhat engaging, or, a minimum of, intriguing about her: A really fairly face, for starters, with a flawless complexion; swish fingers; agency tits, with conspicuous excessive beams; outlined waist; formed butt; muscular thighs; and sculpted calves. Sure, she is sort of the curious bundle.
We stand on the ordering counter in a form of awkward silence, each acutely aware, I believe, of a form of mutual uncertainty hanging between us. However, as soon as we get seated at a small desk by the window, the environment mellows. Moe — no, Monica. ‘Moe’ is simply too arduous edged. Curiously, my inner-conversation decides that this little butterball is unquestionably a ‘Monica’, not a ‘Moe’ — anyway, Monica smiles, “Thanks…,” then, elevating her eyebrows, provides, “Jake?”
I return her smile, however reply, “Jacob, please. I’ve by no means been Jake — or Jay.”
“Oh. Sorry, then, Jacob. I simply…” She begins to nervously babble.
“It’s all proper.” I smile at her, in all probability too indulgently, then flip critical. “So how are you feeling — significantly?”
She smiles a shy, unhappy smile, and waits a beat earlier than responding softly, “I’m okay. Actually.” Nodding her head barely, she provides, “You’d assume I’d be used to it by now, eh?” And, just like the flood-gates opening, Monica begins, in a rush, to inform me her story. “I’ve all the time been ‘plump-plus’ — a softer euphemism for fats, so I bought used to teasing early, or thought I had.” She surrenders a shrug and a derisive snort earlier than persevering with. “, I’ve tried each frigging eating regimen ever invented. Some left me drained and sick — torpid and weak; others sturdy and impressed — energized; however none ever left me lighter.”
“I’m a daily on the gymnasium, and have been since I used to be a young person. I’m, in reality, fairly sturdy and versatile, however my toned muscle groups stay obscured by the encompassing ‘chub’.” She spreads her arms and throws out her chest in a form of “See?” gesture of show. Then she chuckles, wryly. “Oh yeah. Ever since puberty I’ve had massive distinguished nipples. They’ve all the time stood out; via all method of clothes — tops, sweatshirts, sweaters, even brassieres — padded or in any other case. Form of a everlasting high-beam! Goodness is aware of, I’ve all the time intentionally dressed nicely, choosing types and patterns that decrease my dimension and de-emphasize my roly-poly form; nonetheless, I don’t usually appeal to the proper kind of consideration.” Puzzled, I elevate a questioning eyebrow, and she or he goes on to elucidate. “Guys, most of the time, it appears, misconstrue erect nipples as an indication of being attractive and reply with salacious remarks. Reality is,” she admits, after a second of reflection, “My nipples are very delicate — very on the market. A form of uncovered erogenous zone.”
She smiles ruefully, giving he head a shake, then continues, in a shocking path. “Nonetheless, my sexual expertise has been predominantly pity-fucks!” Slapping her hand over her mouth, she squeaks, “Omigod! Did I simply say that?” Embarrassed and flustered at being so frank, she stutters out an apology, drains her now-cold espresso, and stands to go away. “Sorry for being such a… er, no matter. Thanks for the espresso — and for being so sort.” Monica pauses and provides me a really barely unhappy, thousand-watt smile, earlier than including, “And for listening,” then she turns. “I’ve bought to get going or I’ll miss the following bus.”
“Wait!” I say, standing immediately with a clatter. I’m feeling an odd urgency, as I name after her, “Let me provide you with a raise.”
She turns. Her look, one in all consideration. “Actually?”
“Yeah. I males, no downside.” We get to the automobile simply because the meter runs out. The chatter through the drive, whereas cheery, is inconsequential trivia — favorite music, favorite film, and stuff like that. She provides me instructions and very quickly in any respect we pull up in entrance of an previous character-home wherein she rents a collection. For some cause — prolonging the connection, I s’pose — I stroll her to her door. As she turns the important thing within the lock, I say, “Effectively…, it’s been good assembly you, Monica. I’ll say goodbye now. Take care.
Out of the blue, simply earlier than I flip to go away, she wheels round and stares at me wide-eyed. She appears like she’s seen a ghost. “Is one thing flawed?”
Breathlessly, her voice a hoarse whisper, she asks, “Will you fuck me?” Her unblinking eyes are locked onto mine. “Please.”
Now, at this specific juncture, I’m between relationships. The very fact is, I haven’t had intercourse in virtually a half a 12 months, besides with my five-fingered right-hand man. I’m sorta searching for, ready for Ms. Proper; so her astounding proposal form of blows me away. I nod and stammer, “Unh, certain… uh, yeah… um, yeah, I’d like to!”
Monica, now trying invigorated, grabs me by my jacket lapel, and just about drags me into her bachelor — bachelorette? — pad, kicking the door shut behind us. Locking me along with her eyes, she begins to silently, frantically disrobe. I observe go well with, fascinated by the fervor with which she pulls freed from her jacket, and tears off her shirt and camisole. As she shimmies out of her bra, it happens to me, in a again nook of my thoughts, that it — her bra — is absolutely fairly a feat of engineering, supporting all that mass. However, even as soon as that assist is eliminated, her boobs are amazingly agency — and extra upright than I’d have anticipated. As she flops onto the mattress, onto her again, and kicks herself freed from her pants and panties, her spectacular breasts don’t fully move to the perimeters, however nonetheless stay considerably upraised — nipples up and erect.
In the meantime, I’ve simply bared my chest and kicked my sneakers off. As she watches me, via lowered eyes, supine on the mattress, she lets her knees splay to disclose well-trimmed bush. The unstated invitation — damp, puffy labia — is an excessive amount of for me. Wriggling out of my shirts, I drop to my knees, between hers, and inhale her redolence — that indefinable aroma — the scent of a girl in warmth.
Hesitating solely an instantaneous, I fall into consuming her — drawing my tongue between her lips, gathering her dew, as I stroke as much as circle her clitoris. She responds energetically. Her thighs rubbing my cheeks; her love button, marvelously delicate, is slowly engorging.
With every successive sweep of my tongue, Monica’s vagina blossoms; her labia opening up, glistening pink and puffy. I can really feel a delicate vibration starting someplace deep in her being, deep in her flesh. We’re quiet, save for the sound of my lapping, and her tender moaning, giving solution to temporary stretches of panting. I really feel Monica’s fingers migrate into the hair in the back of my head, as she gently humps her hips up into my face. Step by step, her fingers start to drag me extra firmly into her bush, into her gash. Her humping and bumping slowly change into extra violent, extra determined; her moans and sighs louder and extra plaintive.
Out of the blue Monica lifts her legs and locks her ankles throughout my again. Thumping her heels between my shoulder blades, in a collection of jerks and spasms, she forces me tight into her, her fingers twining in my hair and pulling firmly. Trembling and quaking, she squeezes, sealing her thighs towards my cheeks, till I practically suffocate. I can really feel the warmth constructing in her fundament, searing my face.
Monica goes preternaturally inflexible as she cums and cums and cums, squealing uncontrollably via her orgasm. Till, ultimately, she begins to calm down, trembling for an extended second, earlier than sighing, and going limp.
I’m not what anybody would name super-experienced at giving head, however that was essentially the most satisfying cunnilingus I’ve ever loved. I can’t communicate for Monica, however judging from her panting giggles, and the way in which she’s lethargically persevering with to drag of my face into her quivering quim, I’d say that she discovered it, on the very least, ample. Certainly, I imagine our introduction into intercourse with each other has been splendidly profitable.
Out of the blue transferring with shocking pace and agility, Monica rolls herself out from underneath me, yanking me up off my knees as she does. I scramble to take away my pants and briefs and socks. Pushing me again onto the quilt, she endeavours to seize my bobbing erection. Now, I’m not big — hung like a horse or no matter, however neither am I small — I dunno — seven, eight, 9 inches, erect. In any case, Monica takes me in, fully; inhales my turgid member with one decided slurp. Actively pushing herself down over me, she seats my cockhead firmly towards the again of her throat. Her face, nestled in my pubic beard, respiratory via her nostril, she waggles and twists herself on me, withdrawing every now and then, then shoving herself deep and arduous as soon as extra.
My cock appears to get firmer, stiffer than I assumed doable. Then Monica begins actually, significantly pounding. Fucking me mercilessly along with her mouth. I can really feel my arousal ascending, getting nearer and nearer. “Should you hold that up,” I wheeze, “I’m gonna cum!” In response, she slams herself down and holds me deep, deep in her throat for a second, earlier than taking over the frantic bobbing once more. “I’m actually gonna cum!” I hiss out my last warning, as my climax builds previous the purpose of no return.
Sucking along with her cheeks, she squirms over and round my rampant prick, with out backing off, like a girl possessed. My fingers, entangled in her hair, cupped over her ears, unnecessarily maintain her tight over me, as I blast what appears to be gallons of cum into her gullet. She sputters and gags however determinedly stays put, permitting my jolting and spurting member to remain totally engulfed, as my mighty erection loses, slowly, a few of its iron-hard rigidity.
“Man, oh, man!” I pant out. “That was fabulous!” Monica simply smiles benignly, as she lets my dripping, barely softening member fall from her mouth.
“The place did you be taught such really glorious felatio?” I ask, like an excited child. However, once I understand the doable unfavourable connotations of questions, I blush, and stammer, “I’m sorry. I didn’t imply….”
“I dunno,” she whispers in an indecipherable tone, apparently ignoring my gaffe. “I actually haven’t accomplished it a lot. I suppose I simply did what got here naturally.” Earlier than I can put my different foot in my mouth, with an unstated, “Subsequent!” she bounces up beside me and arranges herself on all fours.
I understand, now, she is cleverly directing our encounter virtually with out talking, as if phrases will tarnish it; but, in some way, I do know I have to shuffle round, to line myself up along with her bottom.
Spreading her huge, agency ass cheeks, I’ve to tuck my hips barely, however my keen cock slides simply into her moist, welcoming quim. And as I start to pound her, doggie-style, her pendulous boobs begin swinging aspect to aspect, at first in unison, then in counterpoint. We go at it with gusto.
At one level, she arches her backup excessive, then drops it abruptly, swiveling her hips to drive herself again towards my thrusts. Palms on her hips, I start pulling, the 2 of us stepping into a gradual pumping rhythm — she rearing, me thrusting. After a bit, although, I lean over her again, and seize her hanging boobs, mauling them as I stroll my fingers round to her nipples. Pinching every — whereas persevering with to pound her backside — I pull and twist, eliciting gasps and groans from her. I snake one arm down underneath her hanging stomach, in search of out her clitoris, which has pushed out from beneath its hood and is standing up proud and stiff, inflexible and vibrating like a little bit penis.
Stroking her clit causes Monica to quake and waver, her knees begin wobbling unsteadily. Making an attempt to carry her up, I redouble my thrusting, accelerating to a frenetic pounding, our rhythm disintegrating right into a chaos of ardour, till, crying out in a form of wild dissonance, we energetically cum collectively — every of our orgasms feeding off the opposite’s. The climaxes appear to go on and on, till, ultimately, we topple to the aspect, completely enervated.
Nonetheless linked by my softening instrument, we lie spooning. panting in what appears to be glad silence; It definitely is for me. I watch for her to interrupt the reverie. Puzzled by the prolonged silence, I whisper, “If I play together with your nipples do you assume we will go once more?”
Monica seems to be stunned — shocked, even — by my response, and immediately she will get teary-eyed. I don’t perceive. Puzzled, I ask, quietly, “Why the tears?”
She shrugs it off, sniffing. “‘S’nothing,” she whispers, snuggling tight into me. We lie nonetheless and silent for an extended whereas. I can really feel her quaking, stifling sobs. Finally she stills, and, heaving a sigh, makes an attempt to elucidate.
She begins by describing what had normally been her expertise in what ought to have been the afterglow of a sexual encounter. “After the climax — his climax, whoever he was — I’ve discovered to simply wait — watch for the dissipating sexual rigidity to show — because it all the time does — to disgust and revulsion.” Sadly, it might appear, up to now, the place she had been, initially, a keen and keen pussy, she was, afterwards, only a fats cunt!
Not understanding how to reply to that, I merely shrug and ask once more, “If I play together with your nipples do you assume we will go once more?”
Monica hesitates nonetheless stunned. Pulling her head again so she will be able to look me full within the face, to persuade herself that I’m not pulling her leg, a glance of incredulity passes throughout her visage, melting into a glance of sheer delight that twinkles in her eyes. She breathily replies, “Completely!”
With out additional ado, I fasten my lips on hers. And he or she responds: urgent towards my mouth; sucking on my tongue; making an attempt to merge our faces into one; chewing my lips. Jeez, she is aware of how you can kiss! In my opinion, I’m making an attempt to insert my physique, tongue-first, into her being. I can really feel myself shedding my grip. I imply, I hardly know her; we’re just about strangers. But, I really feel myself falling into her — fortunately, eagerly.
Finally, the urgency of the kiss dissipates, and, whereas we proceed to ‘suck-face’, the desperation has pale. As I attain for her very delicate nipples — pinching and twisting and twiddling — her arm comes throughout to seize my dick, which stiffens as she makes contact. She begins to softly stroke. I pull my lips free, dropping them to one in all her nipples, the changed hand falling to her pussy, the place I insert two fingers — simply — as she is soaking wet, dripping with our blended juices. I really feel her gripping and releasing my fingers, her vaginal muscle groups pulsing, her pussy throbbing, and I can really feel her dew gathering, her pussy turning into more and more slick. Probing for her G-spot, my thumb on her clitoris, our mutual arousal erupts, sweeping between us like a firestorm.
Maintaining her nipple firmly between my tooth, I shuffle down her physique, rolling her onto her again. Her trembling thighs splay invitingly. Lining myself up, woodie bouncing impatiently, I push via her matted bush, splitting her puffy pussy-lips. I slip in so easily, it’s like we’re made for one another — as if we’d been doing this for years. Monica holds my biceps as I lastly launch my oral grip on her tit. Together with her legs up round my ears, her thighs are like shock-absorbers, tempering the violence of my pressing thrusts; her spherical stomach cushioning my pounding. Briefly order, we cum collectively — an extraordinary third time for me!
Gathering our ragged breath, we lie collectively in sweaty embrace for an extended denouement. Uncertain of myself, I stutter, “Possibly we may go for a espresso, or a drink, or dinner a while?”
Monica giggles, immediately again in management. “Are you asking me out on a ‘first date’?”
“Uh,” I nod.
“Not precisely the standard order of issues,” she laughs, “however ‘Hell, sure!’”
We slowly disentangle, every unable to wipe the goofy smiles from our faces.
I’m fully entranced by this minx, this chubby cherub. Fatso or Dumpling: all of it is determined by one’s perspective, eh?