by Iona Nixon
I brought my hand up and inserted one then two fingers into her sopping love tunnel. I moved from her lips to that little hooded nubbin of delight. I ran my tongue around it and then licked it in earnest.
Maureen gasped, grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. She held on for dear life and I had to force my head up a little to get a breath of air. But when my lungs were full I returned to the sonata of bliss that I was playing on her instrument of pleasure.
Maureen is not a screamer, rather she is a moaner and my god did she moan. Her moans and groans grew louder and more drawn out until she went into a long high pitched whine. Her body began to spasm and she shook from deep inside her soul to the tips of her fingers.
She shook and trembled for what seemed like forever. Then with a last gasp she fell back onto the couch and just lay there, not moving, not making any noise, just breathing deeply. I moved up beside her and looked at her.
Her eyes were close and she had a small, satisfied smile on her lips. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Christ Rick, what are you trying to do to me? Are you trying to kill me with pleasure? Because if you are...you are doing a wonderful job of it."
"I'm just trying to make you happy, Maureen."
She put her arms around my neck and as she pulled me to her she whispered, "You have made me happier than I have ever been in my life." She kissed me softly and lovingly.
She then began to pull my sweatshirt over my head, unbuckle and unzip my jeans. As she pulled them down she moaned, "Oh Rick, I want you so bad. Please...Rick...please..."
I finished pulling my jeans and briefs off and threw them on the floor. Maureen lay back and pulled me on top of her. She put one leg over the back of the couch and the other on the floor. I lifted myself up and positioned my self between her legs.
She was softly stroking my erect dick, she guided it to the entrance of her treasure trove and pulled me until the tip was just starting to part the soft, hot, wet lips of her labia.
I stopped and said, "Maureen, it's been quite a while, since I have been with a woman like this."
She gave me a little smile and said, "I know, Rick...I know."
I looked at her with surprise and said, "What...?"
"Women tell each other a lot more than men do. And some women tell more than others. Jo estimates that she hasn't let you touch her in over three years."
"Three years, two months and twenty-seven days...but who's counting?"
"Rick, she's a fool," Maureen said as she brought her lips to mine.
I pushed my hips forward, slowly sinking my rock hard erection into that unbelievably soft, warm, silky sheath. Her cunt enveloped me like a velvet glove. The feeling was heavenly, I sighed as I bottomed out, the tip of my cock just touching her cervix. I held there for a moment, luxuriating in the soft pleasure that her tight vagina was bringing.
This beautiful woman beneath me brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, squeezing me, pulling me further into her. She wiggled her ass and tightened her vaginal muscles around my buried member, sending a wave of pleasure through my body.
She closed her eyes and said, "Rick, you feel so good. I could stay like this forever."
"I only wish we could." I answered as I began to move, pulling out of her and then beginning that wonderful trip back into her delectable body. I was loving her slowly, delighting in the sublime feeling of her warmth, of her tightness, of her closeness. I breathed in deeply, cherishing the bouquet of her feminine body.
We moved together, doing the dance choreographed by our passion and desire. Moving in sync with the other. Thrusts and withdrawals in unison. Doing all of the things together that will bring heightened pleasure and joy from our lovemaking.
Slowly we worked ourselves into a frenzy, slamming our bodies into each other. Trying to join, to unite, to become a one in our quest for sexual fulfillment.
I was pounding my dick into her and she was taking everything I could give and demanding more. Maureen was pushing her hips up to meet my plunging shaft. Trying to take all of it into her body. Making it hers by right of conquest.
Her legs started to tighten making my motions more constricted and making my strokes shorter but faster. She grabbed me, held me tight and began to babble, at first saying my name over and over. Then she began to whine, "Oh Rick...Rick...love me, please love me. Oh god god god, Rick I love you oh god I do, I love you."
I was caught up in the madness of our wild sexual quest. I groaned, "Oh Maureen, you are my sex goddess, my love...Maureen I love you, too. I love you Maureen, I love you."
I felt the juices in my balls begin to start to seethe and boil. I knew that I would be coming in a few moments. I tried to pull out of Maureen, but she was still holding me in her with a vengeance.
I didn't want to pull out but I knew that I should. I sort of moaned, "Maureen, I'm gonna...gonna cum."
She tightened her legs around me and said, "Yes, Rick, cum...cum in me. Fill me with your seed, I want it. You marked me as yours and now fill me."
Oh god, how I wanted that. I wanted to fill her. I just said, "Yes...yes, yes." And held my dick in her as I began to release my essence into her body. My dick throbbed as it spewed its hot virile cream deep into her cunt.
Maureen began to once again spasm as another orgasm wracked her being. She crushed me into her and made low guttural sounds as she came in an earth-shaking climax. Her vagina pulsed as if trying to milk every drop of semen out of my cock.
We lay on the couch, still joined, basking in the joyous afterglow of our sexual fulfillment. Naked bodies pressed together, kissing and tasting each other as we cooled from our erotic workout.
I started to get cold so I pulled the afghan over us and we just lay there in each other's arms. Maureen cuddled into me, wrapping me in her arms and legs. She kissed my chest and said, "Rick, I can't believe what you did to me. I have never felt like that before. This morning I have felt and experienced things I never had before."
I couldn't believe it and said, "You've never had anyone eat you before?"
"No. I've given it but never had anyone do it to me. Dennis thinks that it's disgusting, he wouldn't even think about it. But he does want blow jobs, that he doesn't think is disgusting."
I moved closer and lightly kissed her lips, "He doesn't know what he's missing. I think that you are delicious. I will eat you any time."
"Do you really mean that, Rick?"
I smiled at her and said, "I really mean that, Maureen."
She kissed me hard and long. Once again her tongue pushed into my mouth and attacked. I met the attack and we wrestled and danced. My hands were all over her body touching, feeling caressing.
She rolled me onto my back and got on top of me straddling my hips. She sat there looking down and she giggled, "Now Mr. Doyle, you are mine. I have you in my control and you will do as I say."
She was sitting on my dick and it was getting hard very quickly. As it hardened it pushed up into her still wet slit. I started to move and slid it up and down the outside of her vagina.
She was starting to breath heavily and was slowly gyrating her hips on my cock.
I watched as she became aroused, and I said, "What is my lady's wish?"
"Make love to me, Rick. Please make love to me."
What could I do? Deny my lady's request? Never. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her (She did help by moving up onto her knees). She reached down and lined my erection with her welcoming softness and lowered down onto it.
Once again I was entering Maureen, once again I was entering that land of joy and pleasure that only she could take me to. We went there together, not thinking about others, not worrying about the correctness of what we were doing, just knowing that at this moment it was right.
When she was properly seated and fully ensconced on my dick, she looked down at me and smiled. She didn't move or make a sound for a few moments, just smiled at me. She started to gyrate her hips, ever so slowly. Maureen closed her eyes and moved, sh
e had a small smile and was breathing softly.
I didn't move. I just lay there on the couch and looked at her. Her stomach, her breasts, her face, her hair, just taking in all of Maureen. Appreciating and loving what I was looking at. Once again I realized just what a beautiful woman was sitting on my cock. Rotating and undulating on me, bringing me more pleasure that I can remember having.
As she moved, Maureen began to quicken her pace. Still I didn't move. In a few moments Maureen was pounding her hips into me, riding my rigid phallus. She was now breathing hard and deep, her face was a rictus of pleasure. And she rode me madly.
I still didn't moved, I just lay there letting her pleasure me, I could see and hear her approach her climax and I wanted her to reach it before I started.
Maureen gave out a moan and her vaginal walls tightened around my dick. I knew that she was now cumming. She shook and trembled, her moaning became more and urgent as she reached the culmination of her sexual endeavors.
She fell on top of me and kissed me hard. I rolled her over, keeping my dick inside of her. I got on top of her and immediately started to slam my erect tool into her soaking wet pussy. She opened her eyes widely in surprise and then broke into a big smile. She wrapped her legs around
my butt and joined me in loving.
I was primed and ready. She had gotten me ready and now I was going to once again fill her with my cream. I pumped into her as she lifted and dropped her hips in sync with my thrusts. It only took me a short time before I felt the tingling in my balls that signaled that I was very close to being done.
I groaned, "Oh Maureen... Maureen, I'm gonna..."
She almost screamed, "Yes Rick, yes. I want it...god how I want it." And she locked her ankles around my ass pulling me deeper into her body.
I was finished. I shoved my expanding cock into her and gave up all control as I poured my soul into her hot sucking vagina. I was in paradise, nirvana, heaven as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My throbbing dick shot pulse after pulse of my virile elixir deep into her womb.
It seemed that I would cum forever. I filled her to overflowing and still I came. I guess that three years of celibacy had their effect.
When we were back normal, breathing slow and easily, I rolled to my side, keeping my dick inside of her. "Don't pull out yet Rick. I want to have you in me as long as possible. I haven't felt this good in years, in fact I don't think that I have ever felt this good," she said and then she softly kissed my lips.
We eventually got up, our sweaty bodies getting cold as we moved. We went up stairs to the bathroom and showered. We took our time showering. We were in no hurry, once again making sweet slow love.
When we were finished, dried and dressed, Maureen said that she had to get going. Her sister-in-law would be waiting.
As she was putting her coat on she said, "Marty says that he should be finished by Friday or Saturday. The floors will need two days to dry so we should be back on Sunday or Monday to get the stuff in the garage. If it's Sunday, Dennis will be here to help."
I her in my arms and lightly kissed her and said, "Why don't you stop by the house and tell Marty not to rush things. He really shouldn't finish before Saturday."
Maureen looked into my eyes and said, "Do you really want that, Rick? Then you will have to do all of the work. I'm not much help moving the stuff."
I kissed her again and said, "You are all of the help that I need."
She pulled me into her and kissed me long and hard, her tongue attacked my mouth and I loved it. We broke apart and she smiled and said, "Then I'll see you on Monday."
"I'll be counting the minutes," I answered.
She opened the door and walked out to her van. I watched until she drove off and then closed the door and went back to my office and work. Smiling and waiting for Monday morning to come. Then I heard the clock chime twelve times.
The End.
BBW Maria
A few days ago -- well, last Thursday to be precise -- I was on my way to the station when something interesting happened.
It was one of those days when it kept threatening to rain but never quite did. The sun was out, but the clouds were gathering, and there was a fresh breeze. I was just about to walk past the main entrance of a building that houses an advertising agency (among other things) when a woman stepped out of the building and started walking a few feet in front of me.
She must have been about five foot four, maybe five foot five, and she was wearing a cobalt blue top and a short, loose-fitting black skirt. But what I really noticed was that she was quite a big girl and she had great legs. I mean really great legs. Also, she was wearing matt black tights which probably made them look even better.
I don't know why, but I found her curiously appealing -- and I hadn't even seen her face properly.
As she walked along in front of me, little unruly gusts of wind occasionally threatened to lift her skirt. But each time, she discreetly caught it -- until, that is, we reached the corner of Brown Street. This time, the gust seemed to catch her completely by surprise and, for a moment or two, her skirt was up around her waist. It was, as I say, only for a moment or two, but it was long enough for me to catch a glimpse of her substantial-but-wonderfully-shaped bum. It was love at first sight.
Unfortunately, just a few steps past the Brown Street corner, she walked into a clothing store. For a moment there I was tempted to hang around outside the store until she came out. Stalking? In a way, I suppose. But I was already in danger of being late for my train. So I just kept on walking.
Clearly the image of her -- her great legs, her shapely behind -- stayed with me, because that night I dreamed that she was in The Calico Cafe, standing on tiptoes, bending over a table, inviting me to enter her doggy style. I often (well, occasionally) wake up with morning wood, but last Friday morning I woke up with morning iron.
Later that same morning I was sitting at one of the outside tables at the very same Calico Cafe that had featured in my dream. I was waiting for my friend Tucker Box to join me for a mid-morning latte. If I'm spending the day working from home, I often take a mid-morning break and meet Tucker for coffee. But on that morning, Tucker was running late, so I was taking the opportunity to catch up on a few emails. At one point -- I have no idea why -- I looked up from my iPad and saw this woman walking towards me. She had a sweet face framed by long dark hair. She wasn't tall, and she was quite a big girl, but she was very shapely. Oh my god, I thought, it's her! It's the girl with the wonderfully-shaped bum!
The beautiful creature of my dreams was carrying a supermarket bag that looked to be quite heavy. And, just as she walked past the front of the cafe, the bag burst, spilling its contents all over the footpath. For a moment or two she froze -- as if she thought that her own lack of movement might somehow halt the movement of the canned products that were now tumbling in every direction. And then she was crouching down, trying to stop cans of tomatoes and olives and artichoke hearts from escaping into the gutter.
She was wearing a soft scoop-fronted T-shirt-type top and, as she crouched, I had a wonderful view of her full breasts trying desperately trying to burst out of a black lace bra . And then, as she leaned forward, I caught another glance of her beautiful backside. Heaven.
Of course, in less than a heartbeat, I was up and helping her to corral the fugitive groceries.
'Oh, thank you,' she said. 'The bag broke.'
By then we were both crouched on the footpath, facing each other. Not only did I have an exquisite view down the front of her top, I also had a great view of her substantial thighs.
'They probably have a spare bag in the cafe,' I said. 'Let me go and ask.'
'Oh, thanks,' she said.
The guys in the cafe had a couple of recycled supermarket bags and, within a few minutes, we had the cans back under control -- this time, double-bagged just to be sure.
'Thank you,' she said for the third or fourth time.
'You're welcome,' I said. 'By the way, I'm Rob.'
She frowned slightly. But then said: 'Oh. Rob. Yes. Thank you. God, now I really am late.'
'So I can't tempt you to a coffee,' I said.
'Umm ... no. But thank you anyway.' And she was on her way again.
It was disappointing that she hadn't had time for a coffee, but I consoled myself with the view of her shapely derriere as she walked on down the street and turned to walk up the hill.
The following Sunday afternoon, I decided to wander down to the pub to watch the match of the day on the big screen (and perhaps enjoy a pint of two). I was just standing at the bar, chatting with Sam, the barman, when I looked in the mirror behind the bar and there she was, reflected back at me.
She was sitting at a table with a couple of other women. They were chatting and laughing and she was looking more attractive than ever. Just at that moment, Sam was called away to the telephone, so I took my beer and just casually, 'accidentally' cruised past her table. 'Oh, hello,' I said. 'Did you manage to get your groceries home without any further escapes?'
She looked up -- straight at me -- and frowned slightly. But then she smiled and nodded. 'Oh. Yes,' she said. 'Thank you. Yes. And thanks for your help.'
'My pleasure,' I said. 'Sneaky things, canned vegetables.'
'Yes. I suppose so,' she said.
It was clear that I had interrupted some sort of girls' conversation. 'Right,' I said. 'I'll leave you to it. Maybe see you later.' She said nothing, but smiled politely. And I took my beer and went and found a seat from where I could get a good view of the game.
I sometimes think that pub landlords must prefer it when the game of the day is a dull game. Or even a frustrating game. I'm sure that on such occasions they sell more beer. If the game is an interesting game, about half of the drinkers make one beer last for an entire half. And then at halftime, everyone wants a refill at the same time. Sunday's game was a real cliff hanger from start to finish. And all around me, people were nursing empty glasses, unable to take their eyes off the screen for even a second.
After the final whistle, about two-thirds of the patrons immediately drifted off. But, having no pressing calls on my own time, I decided to treat myself to another pint. I was just standing at the bar, waiting for Sam to do his thing, when I glanced into the mirror and noticed that the BBW goddess was now sitting all on her own. Trying not to look too eager, I strolled over to her table.