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