I didn’t think I would like Lauren. It was during a dry spell and I was desperate to be inside someone new. Dating, like anything else, ebbs and flows. In real life and on dating sites. Some weeks the dates are stacked like back-to-back appointments. Other weeks I’m jacking off to my favorites to sleep, every night.
Lauren had a cute face – but she carried herself like she felt like she could lose a few. Her chest was so big that it was the first thing you saw in anything she wore. Far from me to have an opinion on a woman’s weight one way or the other, but it was true that she was one of the bigger people I would sleep with.
The dates started off as a string of very average dinner dates out. Conversation carried by her views on political events and legal affairs. I felt like there were undercurrents to the dinners, but I wasn’t sure that I cared enough to act on it. Not that I didn’t like her – she was thoroughly nice and pleasant. But sex comes with strings and obligations, and despite the dry spell I didn’t know whether I wanted to start it.
Inevitably, one of our dinner dates took place in my apartment. And with me cooking a nice meal, some good whiskey and time on the couch, we segued into my bed. Lauren was a drive her tongue in my mouth type kisser, and to my surprise I really liked it. Her tongue was soft and she didn’t so much thrust her tongue in my mouth as swirl it gently, giving me room to respond and kiss back. On the couch and then on my bed, there was so much for me to play with, so much to grab and run my hands all over.
As we kissed, our clothes began to come off. She had 40Hs, and I was overwhelmed by how much flesh there was to hold. They weren’t the perkiest, but they were massive and her nipples was fantastic and tasted delicious. And the ratio between her tits and her waist were just enough to make things interesting – we made out in different positions and her tits looked and felt amazing from different angles, with her flat on her back, dangling as we sat on our couch, the way they hung as she straddled and held me from up top.
Lauren said she wouldn’t have sex with me that night, but her hands, her tongue, her mouth, how soaking wet she was seemed to suggest otherwise. With how much enthusiastic consent is sexy, how indifferent I had been when we first met, coupled with the dry spell I was on, I was willing to play the long game. Her cues suggested it was more than fine for me to finger her, grab her ass and run my fingers along her slit. I suggested that things stay above the waist so that she didn’t have to shake me off every time I tried to unzip her jeans. And with that suggestion, Lauren took off her jeans herself, which made running my fingers along her dripping wet slit all the easier.
We end up in bed again several days later, of course. And maybe it’s a thing for women to say they won’t sleep with someone the first time, so they don’t come across as easy, but this time Lauren was raring to go. She took off her panties readily, nice matching lingerie she had put on for me.
To ease the tension and keep things slow and sensual, I threw her so her legs hung off the bed, and I crouched on the side and went down on her, taking the time to lick her slit and run circles around her clit. She smelled like strawberries and tasted just as nice. While licking her, I had two fingers inside her, pulling forward in the come hither motion women seem to like.
It was time. I wanted to be inside her and I quickly unwrapped a condom and put it on. My first time with a BBW, and I’d never thought much about positioning and logistics. It was harder to get as deep in missionary (in the best way possible, with so much to hold), but spreading her legs and bending them back to her ears, the way she moaned. Her skin was so white – that fantastic almost translucent shade of whitish pink where every exertion shows as a full body blush.
With someone new it’s always polite to ask whether they like doggy. I guess some women have bad experiences with people trying it on in holes that they haven’t been asked about. Doggy is vulnerable – but the moaning, ecstatic and almost exuberant “yes” that Lauren gave me in response – wow! It didn’t surprise me when Lauren quickly dug her face into the pillow, arched her back and stuck out her ass in the air perfectly.
Her ass – if you could take everything about every ass you like on /r/pawg and combine it – how large, how plump, how white and pink, the way that it would ripple and bounce perfectly in response to my every thrust – the way the sides of her tits would ripple as I thrusted – it overwhelmed my senses. Her moans became progressively deeper as I plowed into her – almost like a full on growl. And when I brushed my fingers against her asshole, the moans got even louder, until my entire thumb was inside her ass as I thrusted into her pink pussy.
From then on, whenever we fucked – we’d start off making out on the couch. Very soon her sundress and massive bra would come off. I would move down to rub my face against her 40Hs and suck on her strawberry nipples. She’d kick off her panties, and I would move even lower to lick her slit, finger her and run my tongue around her clit and suck on it softly. Before too long, she’d dive her head into a pillow and arch out her perfect ass, I would slowly work in my thumb inside her asshole, she’d make deep, throaty moans as I thrusted, and I would pound her slow and deep, desperately trying to keep from cumming.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bzy6sq/pounding_pawg_with_perfect_ass_mf