Chapter 5
Although the light streaming into the studio was filtered by the intervening kitchen area, there was still more than enough reaching the bedroom for us to see each other clearly - and although right then nothing would have satisfied my cock better than for me to tip Annabelle backwards on to the waiting bed, I didn't. Instead, I took her face gently between my hands and bent to lightly brush my lips across that waiting cupid's bow mouth of hers.
But, if I'd thought she preferred to be slowly and lovingly kissed and caressed towards her own arousal, I couldn't have been more wrong - she responded instantly, pressing herself hard up against the straining length of me, her lips and mouth opening wide, and her tongue immediately pushing urgently forward.
Of course I responded, curling my arms around her - and it was perhaps only then that I truly realised just how much woman I really had. I had always been used to my arms being able to overlap behind my lovers, and when the time called for it, being able to literally hold them in a bear-like hug - but not Annabelle. In her case not even the tips of my fingers could meet.
But although I faintly registered the additional size of her, the passion her body and kisses were transmitting more than over-loaded any doubts that might have raised for me. And when - while her kisses and tonguing missed not a single beat - she dropped one hand down to continue fondling my cock - my mind became incapable of thinking any thoughts at all. I just wanted her - desperately needed her.
'I've been wanting you for the last hour or so Phillip!' She gasped breathlessly when we finally broke for air. 'Well actually - and to be truthful - ever since last Sunday!' she added self-consciously.
'That's very flattering Annabelle - and you were concerned about me being frustrated after only an hour or so!' I replied with what I hoped was a reassuring grin.
'Oh I think I was actually more concerned that you might - well, go off the boil!' she replied, grinning mischievously up at me. 'Now I think that's more than enough chit-chat.' she added, turning to strip the cover off the bed, then tugging the caftan up over her head.
Of course I took my first good look at her as I stripped off my own things - and there was certainly plenty of her to look at. Yet, although this was my first encounter with a very much larger than usual woman - and no doubt my idea of what such a woman might look like had been coloured by the images one frequently sees of truly obese men and women, with many pendulously hanging folds of decidedly unsightly fat - Annabelle was nothing at all like that.
She was of course, undoubtedly large - but her flesh was firm, and the extra fullness seemed to give her skin a silky sheen that many much smaller women might definitely envy. And the additional fullness of her curves were both balanced and in proportion - giving her a shape that men of earlier ages would have deemed sheer perfection.
In fact, she was precisely what was meant by the term 'Rubinesque' - the femininely voluptuous shape that is still in many parts of the world - and which was also true in the West until only the last century - that of the very most desirable of women
Full breasted - a still definite waist - then wide and full, but still gracefully curving, hips - encompassing a pronounced, but still firm belly - before leading down to rounded, and no doubt strong thighs. And high up between them, a darker, and more neatly trimmed mass of the uncontrollably curly hair that covered her head.
Having let my eyes drift slowly and appreciatively up and down her, I looked up, to find her staring at me, or to be more precise, at my cock - which, once free of restraint, was twitching and jerking at the prospect of what was soon to come.
'I don't know about you Annabelle, but I think that now is not the time for exploration or experimentation - though I certainly look forward to that - I think that right now what we both need is something much more basic.' I said, questioningly.
'Oh I do so agree Phillip - and I too hope there will other times for us.' she replied as she turned and scrambled on to the bed.
I slid in beside her, her legs spreading as I lifted myself above her, and as I bent to kiss her waiting lips, felt her hand reach down to guide my cock into herself.
Now, no doubt like many other men, I had perhaps - even sub-consciously - thought that a larger woman might well have a larger pussy, one that would provide very little of the friction that makes sex so electrifying - but if so, Annabelle's quickly dispelled all such foolish notions. Even though she was clearly already well lubricated, her pussy was still deliciously tight - so much so that I heard myself give a low grunting gasp of pleasure as I pushed the throbbing length deep inside her.
Annabelle's sudden gasp, then the feel of her pushing herself up to compliment my down-thrust, let me know that she too was more than satisfied with what I had to offer - and we quickly gave ourselves up to the mutual passion that had been simmering between us.
So, as sexual couplings go, that first one was - as I suspect many lovers find - not all that dramatic, but at the end of it - after we had both climaxed - we lay, more than satisfied, curled up against each other.
I think it was then - during that post-coital, and semi-drowsy contentment - that I first realised the undoubted pleasures of a larger woman's body. Not only were there so many firmly soft parts of her to hold and slowly caress, but snuggling into her was like being enveloped in a series of warm and silky-smooth pillows. It was - she was - utterly delightful. And having discovered the pleasures available, I admit I made the most of them.
Sometimes just lying there - allowing my hands and fingers to wander where they had a mind to - sometimes seeking a particularly warm or soft and silky part to stroke a little more purposefully - sometimes nuzzling into some part of her with my mouth, nipping a small fold of flesh between my teeth - only some time later, finally, heading for the parts I had really been wanting to pay attention to - to her breasts.
At first she lay - sighing softly - as my fingers, then my lips, stroked, licked and kissed them, at that stage being careful to avoid the nipples, that I could see were by then slowly re-engorging. But, as my caresses grew just that much more insistent, Annabelle rolled herself sideways, then moved up over me, so that her breasts hung down above my face.
'Other than my pussy, these are by far the most sensitive parts of me, Phillip. I'll warn you that if you get me just too excited, I might well end up raping you - but I'd still love it if you'd squeeze and suck them for me.'
Of course I needed no excuse to do exactly that.
Like virtually all men, I loved the feel of having a woman's breasts in my hands - the weight, the roundness, their silky softness, all combined to always be a definite source of excited arousal - but until that very moment I would have always said that a handful was more than enough to satisfy me. But Annabelle's were decidedly more than a 'handful', in fact if I was to give them the full attention she had said she wanted, I found it would be best if I used both on just one breast. In that way I could firmly but gently, knead its fullness, and while doing that, use my thumbs to reach around and lightly stroke up and over the rapidly stiffening nipple - grazingly tease and further stimulate it.
Her response was both immediate and strong - 'Oh yes Phillip - that's exactly right! - Oh - OH! - I really can't tell you how good that feels! she gasped as my fingers and thumbs continued their activity.
It was only once I thought I had stimulated her to the point that her nipple seemed close to bursting point, that I changed tactics - taking it, and as much of the surrounding flesh as I could cope with, into my mouth, and as I began sucking hard, moved my hands across to take hold of her other breast. Then, while I vigorously suckled her, I began giving it the treatment I had given the first one.
