Misty
I
always felt that there was something exotic and inexplicable about
heavy, big beautiful women. I couldn’t figure out what it was,
until one day, I met my new
neighbor.
I lived in an apartment complex in Los Angeles, and the people who lived next door moved out. They were replaced by a young, buxom, heavy woman. The
upstairs apartment was accessed from the back parking lot of the apartment complex, and I had just driven into the parking lot when I saw her get out of her car
and open the back door, reaching inside for something. I got out of my car and started walking toward the stairs.
“Will you help me with this?” she called out, her voice thick with a Japanese accent.
She was short and rotund, and her hair was the color of bronze. Whether she was a true red head or not, I had no idea. But, it certainly looked like her real hair
color. It was long and fluffy, surrounding her face like a large, copper picture frame.
“Sure,” I said. I walked back toward her car, and found that she had several bags of groceries.
She smiled as I approached. “You live the next door to me, I think.”
I nodded. “My name’s Richard,” I said. “Here, let me carry those.”
“I am Misty” she said, her voice almost musical, like the ringing of a tiny bell.
The bags were made of plastic, and my arm actually tingled when she touched it, slipping bag after bag of groceries onto my arm. She locked her car door, and
we walked toward the stairs, with me carrying the bulk of the groceries. I watched her walk up the stairs, with me right behind, watching her undulating fat butt
cheeks. I was getting hard watching her. Her ass was enormous to me.
Upstairs, she unlocked her door and opened it for me.
“Just put the bags on the counter, honey,” she said. Calling me ‘honey’ seemed to come natural to her, as if, in her tone of voice, and her behavior, it was
perfectly ok.
I lifted the bags to the tiled counter in the kitchen and slipped them off my arm. There was a lot of frozen foods and cold cuts in the bags, I could tell.
She looked at me and smiled. “I’ll put away all the frozen and cold stuff, while you stand and watch, and have a beer.” She opened one of the bags and handed
me a bottle of cold beer.
She worked busily while I stood there and watched her fat ass undulate beneath her jeans, every time she stretched to put something in the freezer. She moved
rapidly, putting things in cabinets, the refrigerator, the freezer. Soon, all the groceries were put away, leaving only a pile of plastic bags, which she compressed
into a tiny bundle and tossed in the trash can.
She turned and smiled at me, and I noticed her quick glance at my crotch. Her eyes were big and green, her tits large and very round through her shirt.
“Well so now I have a man in the house, what next?” she asked with a smile.
“Nice kind of bulge you have there, sir,” she suddenly said. I was feeling slightly awkward at the moment, but this could get very interesting, I decided.
She moved very close to me and dropped to her knees. She reached out and fumbled with my zipper. I was shocked, surprised, but not about to stop her.
She fumbled and finally got my pants unzipped, my hard cock pressing against my shorts, pushing them outward as she pulled my pants down.
She reached for the elastic band around my shorts, and giggled and murmured as my cock suddenly arched up and stuck up nearly vertically.
“What a big fat cock,” she murmured. She grabbed it at the base, and to my surprise, didn’t suck it at all. She began to jack me off very, very quickly, my hard
dick pointing straight at her face. I felt myself about to cum, my knees shaking, my stomach tightening. I began to shoot my wad, and she let it fly into her
face, her hair. When I stopped shooting, she pressed her lips to the head of my
cock, moving the head back and forth across her lips, as if using my cum for lip balm.
Only then did she put it in her mouth, and began to suck, very hard. I didn’t lose my hard on;
my cock was even harder than it was before. I looked down and watched her bronze hair, parted in
the middle, move back and forth with the motions of her head. What an amazing blow job this was,
I thought. I could feel myself about to cum again, and I told her so.
“I’m going to cum,” I said.
“Mmmph,” she murmured.
I shot my load after a few minutes of being sucked by this oral wonder, and she swallowed
every fucking drop of my cum. Not one tiny drop escaped her rapid swallowing of all the cum she
could get.
“Now, let’s go get in the shower,” she said after pulling away, “and have some fun.”
That’s what we did.
—John B., Neenah, WI
neighbor.
I lived in an apartment complex in Los Angeles, and the people who lived next door moved out. They were replaced by a young, buxom, heavy woman. The
upstairs apartment was accessed from the back parking lot of the apartment complex, and I had just driven into the parking lot when I saw her get out of her car
and open the back door, reaching inside for something. I got out of my car and started walking toward the stairs.
“Will you help me with this?” she called out, her voice thick with a Japanese accent.
She was short and rotund, and her hair was the color of bronze. Whether she was a true red head or not, I had no idea. But, it certainly looked like her real hair
color. It was long and fluffy, surrounding her face like a large, copper picture frame.
“Sure,” I said. I walked back toward her car, and found that she had several bags of groceries.
She smiled as I approached. “You live the next door to me, I think.”
I nodded. “My name’s Richard,” I said. “Here, let me carry those.”
“I am Misty” she said, her voice almost musical, like the ringing of a tiny bell.
The bags were made of plastic, and my arm actually tingled when she touched it, slipping bag after bag of groceries onto my arm. She locked her car door, and
we walked toward the stairs, with me carrying the bulk of the groceries. I watched her walk up the stairs, with me right behind, watching her undulating fat butt
cheeks. I was getting hard watching her. Her ass was enormous to me.
Upstairs, she unlocked her door and opened it for me.
“Just put the bags on the counter, honey,” she said. Calling me ‘honey’ seemed to come natural to her, as if, in her tone of voice, and her behavior, it was
perfectly ok.
I lifted the bags to the tiled counter in the kitchen and slipped them off my arm. There was a lot of frozen foods and cold cuts in the bags, I could tell.
She looked at me and smiled. “I’ll put away all the frozen and cold stuff, while you stand and watch, and have a beer.” She opened one of the bags and handed
me a bottle of cold beer.
She worked busily while I stood there and watched her fat ass undulate beneath her jeans, every time she stretched to put something in the freezer. She moved
rapidly, putting things in cabinets, the refrigerator, the freezer. Soon, all the groceries were put away, leaving only a pile of plastic bags, which she compressed
into a tiny bundle and tossed in the trash can.
She turned and smiled at me, and I noticed her quick glance at my crotch. Her eyes were big and green, her tits large and very round through her shirt.
“Well so now I have a man in the house, what next?” she asked with a smile.
“Nice kind of bulge you have there, sir,” she suddenly said. I was feeling slightly awkward at the moment, but this could get very interesting, I decided.
She moved very close to me and dropped to her knees. She reached out and fumbled with my zipper. I was shocked, surprised, but not about to stop her.
She fumbled and finally got my pants unzipped, my hard cock pressing against my shorts, pushing them outward as she pulled my pants down.
She reached for the elastic band around my shorts, and giggled and murmured as my cock suddenly arched up and stuck up nearly vertically.
“What a big fat cock,” she murmured. She grabbed it at the base, and to my surprise, didn’t suck it at all. She began to jack me off very, very quickly, my hard
dick pointing straight at her face. I felt myself about to cum, my knees shaking, my stomach tightening. I began to shoot my wad, and she let it fly into her
face, her hair. When I stopped shooting, she pressed her lips to the head of my
cock, moving the head back and forth across her lips, as if using my cum for lip balm.
Only then did she put it in her mouth, and began to suck, very hard. I didn’t lose my hard on;
my cock was even harder than it was before. I looked down and watched her bronze hair, parted in
the middle, move back and forth with the motions of her head. What an amazing blow job this was,
I thought. I could feel myself about to cum again, and I told her so.
“I’m going to cum,” I said.
“Mmmph,” she murmured.
I shot my load after a few minutes of being sucked by this oral wonder, and she swallowed
every fucking drop of my cum. Not one tiny drop escaped her rapid swallowing of all the cum she
could get.
“Now, let’s go get in the shower,” she said after pulling away, “and have some fun.”
That’s what we did.
—John B., Neenah, WI
