Disclaiming Fine Print:
1. Everyone depicted here is way over 18,
2. SPEAK UP my SILENT MINORITY: I NEED FEEDBACK. PLEASE COMMENT. Be critical, not cruel though. TY.
3. Please Take note of the tags, If you're not of the persuasion as described in them best to seek your reading druthers elsewhere.
4. 'Nuff said! Read. Enjoy. Discuss amongst yourselves.
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There she was, his love and lust just beyond reach. She was tending to her garden, in 4" pumps and a "tutu skirt" bathing suit, making sure he saw her purposefully bending forward at the waist, 'azz a-blazin'. She had wedged the bottom piece on her sweet jelly roll into her crack and split her pussy lips like dental floss. She did that not for his benefit, but her amusement at his torment. He wanted that heavenly body, the one just beyond his reach and beyond mundane proportions. Of course she knew that, why else would she tease him so. She turned to face him. No eye contact, just a quick flash to be sure his gaze was properly riveted onto her. She upped the ante by arching her back in his direction to showcase the generous set on her chest.
He could see her squeezing a dripping whetted rag above her cleavage while she tilted her face upwards in enjoyment. The drops of cool water trickle down below her neck and between her breasts, disappearing under the scandalous plunging V-neckline. For added effect she opens her mouth in blissful respite from the heat. Then her finger tip slowly traced her puffy lips just before she stared directly his way. She pretends not to see him and turns to shimmy her booty over to the back doorway, stopping. She turns her head to the side and down to her right shoulder to keep one eye looking behind her, for him. It was the invitation he had been waiting for in blue-balled agony since moving next to her in June.
It is now the ides of August. Hot! Sticky. Sweaty. Slimey even. Good for profuse perspiration. It makes for a wet sheen upon his arm and leg muscles, the very same she desperately craves to cling to in passion. She does not let him witness her bare lust. Nonchalantly she saches inside, wiggling her caboose oh so subtly. He scoped left and right, making sure not to be noticed hopping the fence and breaching the entrance to her lair. She was out of sight when he trespassed the ingress. As he did so he could hear the creek of stairs. The ascension of her natural full figure made for syncopated thumping, much akin to a bed hitting the wall during ritualistic and relentless rutting.
His cock's painfully trapped behind two layers of cloth, crying for escape. He waited for the creaking to stop, only to be replaced by footsteps along a corridor, past a squeaking door, onto a metal spring bed. Diminishing bounces are heard next. He bides his time savoring the acoustic allure. Then he proceeds as quiet as a mouse, up those same stairs, creeping across the hall, back flush with the wall, facing the doorway. Listening, not breathing, he hears the rustle of what has to be the peeling off of her bathing suit and elastic straps. It's a mixture of sliding and snapping nylon. He suspects a small drawer is being slid open and it's contents crudely shuffled as if she were searching for something well hidden. She must have been successful in her quest as the drawer is closed back up with a tap of the drawer front as it hits its stop.
A buzzing sound is shortly followed by low moans. Could It be a vibrator? He's hoping that she's imagining it's his cock at work. Moans turn to groans and he can't help but take a peek into the bedroom. His eyes almost tear at the blinding beauty of that fluffy woman on her back gently gyrating a Hitachi wand over her slit and clit. He can't see her face, her breadth obscures it, but what he can see are two divided American things and inwardly deflecting silky smooth pussy lips with a white mechanical staff whirling up and down its long vertical length. Dew forms at the edges of her labia the more it's kissed by the bulb end. She's now being more insistent with her motions and unwittingly exposes her burgeoning clit to his viewing pleasure.
Now's his chance to clandestinely wheel up to her and grab the imposter from her clutches. He then pauses to basque in the vision of this woman of women. He forcefully preempts the pleasuring plastic prosthetic and glares back at her with steely determination. She was definitely counting on his company, but not this, this fast, and interrupted in the throes of autoerotic passion. He stares at her intently and methodically scans her entire being with a feathered touch of a single finger - down the bridge of her nose, continuing over, then around, the skin separating her nostrils, past her suckling lips turned up in a salacious smile, under her chin, sliding down the neck, the nape.
He stops, awaiting her protest which she begrudgingly bares to him. He resumes his exploration but with all five digits of his left hand. He circles her saucer sized areolas, spiralling in towards the hypersensitive nipples, then pinches each gently. His right hand takes over with four finger tips, starting at her cleavage and working in a serpentine path to the small crevice atop her puffy belly. It's pinched together like a tiny mouth. He spreads it open with his thumb and middle finger and dances around the edges with an index finger, alternately inserting and retracting into its interior. It's like tapping out a morse code reading, 'I wanna fuck you so bad right now.'
He progresses over to her pelvic mound and marvels at the steep descent leading to her fertile valley. As he grazes along the outer labia she's at work unbuckling and lowering his jeans, and ultimately, his tidy-whities. With his ever deepening finger massage she struggles to set his hardened cock free from its fabric prison. His manhood turns scarlet, soliciting immediate attention. She complies with its demands and swallows the flared tip within her hot and moist mouth.
Meanwhile, he dips a middle phalanx below the surface of her delta and curls it into a hook shape with his thumb seeking her pearly prize. Between the stimulation of her g-spot and the oral fixation of having her mouth filled with cock, her groans morph into gasps, preventing her from concluding his complete envelopment. She switches to close fisted pumps of his shaft and head and now it is he that is gasping his gratitude.
He changes tactics and moves his face between her legs and holds them as high and far apart as he can. She begins to squeal with delight when his warm and smooth tongue performs lapping services upon her ample and appetizing cunny. He sees her eyes trying to get a better vantage of his vaginal ministrations, but he usurps her attention by his intent gaze into her eyes.
The emotional intensity of her realized fantasy is too much for her to keep holding his gaze, so she lays her head back to enjoy the tactile sensations he's providing. She feels his warm tongue explore her outer lips. They begin to blossom with her surrender until she's reawakened from her daydream by his slow suckling of her love button. She writhes in ecstasy while his soft lips graze upon her most sensitive inner petals. Without warning he plunges a pointed tongue within her depths. His tongue is so lengthy, she's hopeful that it's proportional to a protracted penis.
"Ummm... yeah, that's good, tongue fuck my pussy deep!," and he repositions his lingual lavishing back upon her clit while inserting a finger within her cunt, "damn that's fucking good. Now I want a taste of that lovely cock."
She pulls him in, smack-pushes his buns of steel to face her feet and rolls herself on top. He cherishes her aggressiveness as he finds himself looking up at the most beautiful pussy he's ever seen. She licks up and down his shaft with fluttered jabs, occasionally kissing its crowning spearhead. She's amazed at its desperate standing at attention. Then she can't help herself but to attack his entire length in a single swallow, to which he issues a groan of his own.
Immediately following his engulfment he buries his face in her warm dampness and ardently laps. Threading his arms through her thighs then backwards around her ass cheeks, he opens her weeping folds with his soft fingertips. He even takes the occasional nose nuzzle of her precious pucker. At that he hears her squeals of surprise and delight.
He's quickly drawn into her wonderful wanton world and can't wait to mount. Just the anticipation is enough to stop him in his tracks and scramble to position the both of them into missionary. While maintaining his grip upon her splayed legs he lines up his saliva slickened shaft with her lady parts and slides the spongy crown up and down her slit to wet it further. This also serves as a promissory of pudendal penetration. The way her pink undercarriage progressively darkens towards her pussy and butthole resemble rings on a target. A target for his arrow head to pierce her bullseye.
After he feels satisfactorily prepared he wastes no time and plunges between her glistening folds. He's the stamen to her ovum. The meaty and dense interior completely surrounds his entire manhood and he pauses at full hilt to savor the love glove he lies within. His cock is then held snug by the clamping of her smooth walls. She expresses her impatience by bucking her butt against his pelvis with a whimper.
He can no longer deny the desires of this pinnacle of plump perfection and so commences to see-saw into her sloshing slit. In and out he goes, gradually building his ever hardening thickness the more the exquisite feeling grows. In a flash of moxie he gathers his strength to pull her up to sit on the bed's edge. He threads his arms under her knees as his hands latch to her hips. He hoists her off the mattress and quickly pins her shoulders and backside to the wall. She manifests her shock and awe by madly mashing her maw onto his while her spread legs hold fast to his hips. Her heels dig into his rear cheeks as a cowgirl would spur her stallion to a hectic gallop. He responds by ravishing her abused pussy with repeated pelvic thrusts. Wet clapping sounds rebound off of the ceiling and walls at a quickening pace.
"Fuck me big man! I'm gonna cream fat pussy juice all over your meat. Fucuuuk meeee!"
