First Encounter with a BBW Pt. 01

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It may not surprise you to learn that I met Katrina online. I was about a week shy of having broken up with my partner; the slim and editorial-pretty blonde named Carmen with a proclivity for drinking a pint of vodka, gin, or some other thin mask for ethanol every night before bed. I could no longer take it.

She was fantastic to tow around like a trophy to the houses of parents and friends but beneath the peach-pink skin and honey-coloured curls, Carmen was festering with unpleasantness. There was rarely a night without a row, and she would dangle suicide threats in front of me where there even the slightest whiff of my breaking up with her. To cut a long story short, I had learned of her infidelity and was waiting for her to visit her mother so that we may break up at a safe distance and so that I would have sufficient time to change the locks.

Next to my snoring and drooling despot, at night I would anonymously peruse dating websites. I was aching to be liberated and let’s just say the cheerleader’s attributes I had previously sought in a woman had grown a little stale through my experience with Carmen. I wanted a novelty. I wanted someone completely different, someone, who wanted to work to please me. That’s when I stumbled upon Katrina.

I could tell through her photos that she was chirpy and uncomplex. With one side of her head shaved, from the other sprouted a mountainous tuft dyed the colours of the rainbow. She wore lowcut PVC dresses, sinister and geometric bralettes and had a single snaggle tooth.

She was pretty in the way all girls are pretty at three am; big smile, heavy makeup. The former qualities were, however, not precisely what drew me to her. The murky jpegs she had collated on her profile had a pair of particular motifs in common that were of particular interest to me – a pair of enormous, hanging breasts and an exceedingly plump rear. She was quite obviously overweight and had a gut which, though mostly concealed in her photographs was undeniably present and forever wobblingly perched upon her lap. The flirting began. We traded brief small talk and flattering pictures of ourselves. I explained my predicament and she understood it immediately. We arranged to meet the day of Carmen’s leaving the apartment.

At around 4 pm Carmen left in her usual frenzy and I could not help but smirk knowing that not only was this the last time I was going to see her but the beginning of something new and thrilling. At around 4:06 pm the door knocked and through the peephole, I spied my plump co-conspirator in the concave warp of the glass. I almost gasped at the hilarity of the situation. çankaya escort Her overly punctual appearance doubtlessly meant that Katrina and Carmen had crossed paths in the hallway and the former’s cheap perfume still hung dozily in the room. I could barely contain what was either nervousness or excitement. My palms were glazed with sweat and I wiped them on my trousers. I inhaled deeply, tousled my hair so as to appear more candid and then exhaled and opened the door. There stood Katrina, all five and a half feet of her, seemingly in both height and width.

“What took you so long? You realise that I could hear that you panting through the door, don’t you? You’re such a dork” she said, smirkingly.

I fumbled to say anything at all. Looking at her stirred something ancient in me. The sight of her had knocked the air out of my body. Her skin was almost translucent white and slim blue veins dipped and weaved in and out of the nooks of her personhood. Her shaggy rainbow mane was draped thick on the right side of her face, and she wore gigantic wayfarer glasses with a sly smile. Below her neck, which blended softly with her jaw, dangled two colossal and pendulous breasts, barely secured by a crimson spaghetti-strap singlet. They seemed impossible. They hung as though they were a tremendous burden and nearly eclipsed her waistline. The hem of her singlet was a little too sheer and curled up unresistingly to reveal a midriff that tumbled greedily over the cusp of her daisy dukes, a slab of doughy, pearl grey flesh that hinted ever so slightly at a slim trail of downy blonde hair. I could practically hear the denim of her daisy-dukes squeak in torment at having to contain what they did. Her thighs, dimpled and white, jutted out bulbously from the tight trunks of the shorts and concluded rather abruptly at two soft knees. She was Venus on a high-carb diet. She was as pretty as she was gelatinous and she was mine for the evening.

I blotted my brow with the back of my wrist and led her to the loungeroom. From the second-story window, we for a moment both watched in silence the steaming and oppressive streets of the city bustle in their late afternoon grind. We stood for a while; she smirking, I biting my lip.

As though no longer able to bear the thrum of the grey and sizzling streets, the sky burst and sheets of splashy tropical rain cascaded from the heavens. The noise was all-consuming. The droplets drummed on the roof and slapped the windowsill. Gushing streams swept the detritus from the underfoot of many an umbrella-holder in the streets below and we watched together çankırı escort attentively.

The torrential weather almost seemed permission here to indulge in some kind of pagan immediacy. I swallowed with a struggle and slowly traced with my stubby fingernails a figure-eight on her exposed upper back. She shivered and exhaled, and I took this as an invitation to kiss her softly on the mouth. She responded rather assertively and clasped the back of my hair with her pudgy hand. Pulling me close and drawing from my mouth whispers and fantasies, she backed me into a futon. My knees buckled, and I fell to a sitting position. It took her no time at all to mount me and she did with such a ribald enthusiasm that I almost lost my breath.

Astride me, she began to grind the seat of her shorts against my denim lap. Taking a moment from tenderly suckling my mouth with her own sugary maw, she threw her tousled and technicoloured head back, for a second closed her eyes and with her arms crossed in an X formation, peeled with painful slowness the brims of her tanktop, adhesive with perspiration, from the soft folds of her waist.

The sheer garment could almost be heard when extracted from her bulging body and for a moment, she smilingly suspended me from seeing what I so sought to see. After what seemed like forever, her two breasts tumbled monumentally from the shirt and made a dull slapping sound on her chest. She had not been wearing a bra. Unbound, the breasts hung with even greater gravity than before. They sagged bell-shaped and decorated with the constellations of pale blue veins that flecked the vast plains of her body.

She again attended to my mouth with her own, as though resuscitating me. She seemed even more mountainous and vast now that she was partially undressed. Her soft flesh was almost sticky with sweat and the droplets and splashings from the deluge outside sprayed with such force from the open window that they coalesced seamlessly with her own salty secretions.

She then suddenly sat upright, hitched herself forward, and, saddling my hips whilst rocking back and forth with increasing hysteria, pushed her breasts together in the seeming pastiche of a pinup. The borders of her areolas diffusely and elegantly blended with the rest of her alabaster skin and she happily nursed my eager mouth with their pale-pink tips. Then, with her palms steadying her on the wall behind us, she let them drop flippantly in my face, rocking her body from side to side and thus slapping my cheeks with their enormousness.

I could barely contain myself. I felt as though my blood çayyolu escort was beginning to bubble, as though magma coursed through my veins. I rudely clasped the taut denim waistband of her shorts and with some difficulty, unbuttoned the fly. With each button unbuttoned, her belly seemed to increase in its vastness. Upon reaching the fourth of four buttons, the integrity of the shorts completely gave way and their contents spilled listlessly out of their front. I grasped at the appetising hunks of flesh that hung from her solar plexus and nuzzled my face into their seeming depth-lessness.

At this point, her rocking astride me had become violent and whether she would ever fit back into her tarty garbs was impossible to say. She growled and purred. Steam seemed to issue from her broad silhouette. In a gravelly squeak, she confessed, “I can’t take it anymore, I need you inside of me”.

With all the strength I could muster I shifted her enormous frame from atop me and onto the futon. She was lying on her belly and I stripped what remained of her denim rags from her with alarming force, revealing a cartoonishly rotund rear which was gripped at tightly by a sheer and pink pair of cotton briefs. The crotch was completely sodden and thus assumed a kind of transparency, depicting through their being soaked the two fat and puckered lips of a cunt. I pressed my nose against the wet seat of her cotton pants and inhaled the sour and champagne-like fumes of her womanhood.

She wailed in anticipation, and I pulled the centre beam of the drawers aside. The thick lips of her cunt seemed to throb. I located her clitoris, eyes closed, by tracing my tongue teasingly down her syrupy walls. With my nose now deep her cunts’ maw and my pursed lips at her clitoris, I feasted on her in slow and repetitious ebbs. I started by flicking my tongue back and forth across the bone-white tip of her clitoris and, with two fingers from my right hand, dragged them with a soft deliberation on the roof of her cunt. A deep groan slipped from her lips and I continued to drag, over and over, my fingertips on the now tightly flexed inside of her. She was beginning to buck backward and forward and her two titanic ass cheeks began to dimple and tremble. As though nodding, I ran my taught tongue upward and downward atop the front of her now oozing cunt.

She let out a cry and the muscles inside of her went stiff. I could feel something slushily resisting my pointed fingers and upon withdrawing them from her, sickly sweet spurts of ejaculate issued from her in torrents. She sounded as though she was sobbing with pleasure. I could feel the spray from the outdoor rain bespeckling my back as I drunk greedily from her. Her hulking frame shivered and shook as cup-loads erupted from her. My face and hands were absolutely sodden. She panted and I gasped, soaked with her, smiling to myself…

TO BE CONTINUED.

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