Jesus Titty Fucking Christ, I was going from jerking off in the shower to the thought of titties, and here I am, with them in my face.
Heavy petting with Devin turned to something I didn’t do, and that was assert mild dominance. In the six years with Mel, sex as wash, rinse, repeat. Stick it in her, go to town, give her orgasms, after the second or third one, release my load, make sure she’s happy.
Here I am, in the bedroom of my 1974 GMC (you can see it, and the Celica in my post history), with this woman I barely know under me. She’s three hundred plus pounds, and I’ve been beating my dick in the shower for three years.
We’ve been getting handsy all night, as well as having the most splendid conversation (did you read that in Prince Akeem’s voice?), and well, alcohol and hormones were in the driver’s seat. Those kitty cat spandexy leggings have resigned themselves to the shag carpet.
This round queen was under me, instantly transporting me and my wildly average dong to Avalon through her vagina. By the power of Ronald Reagan and Greyskull, I didn’t blow my load the second I saw fat girl boobies.
I wish I could say I reamed her within an inch of her life, but in honesty, Steven is still racked out on the couch up front, and the last thing I need is the announcement of my activities in the back.
Now, back to big thighs, and that belly. Like I say, I’m not the best at details, but there is something that stays with you that’s easily relatable. The visceral feeling of another body, the smell of her perfume. I remember reaching around her, and grabbing and squeezing that lower belly of hers. I don’t know if you kids got the memo, but I dig fat chicks. That’s what I like, and only what I like, and its disingenuous as hell to say I’m a fetishist. Certain things though, can make my dick as hard as a metal that can be used to destroy north Korean nukes. A belly on a fat girl is one of them. Seeing her wiggle and jiggle when she is riding me like a scooter bought on craigslist is one of them. Instinct tells me that she can easily produce babies, and squeezing that womb protector has me ready to disembowel communist WMD’s with a wildly average anteater.
I thrust sensually in and out of her, like a well extracting oil. Getting her to orgasm was easy. She gently kneaded my back parallel to my spine, as I worked out sexual frustrations on her. Her vaginal walls clamped on me like a vise, and I kept going, in and out. We switched positions, I got my hands off her tummy to squeeze her c cups when she was on top of me, thrusting her pelvis forward and back. I was at point, wondering who was fucking who. Devin took over, and all I could do was hang on, or tell her to slow down because that big bus was a rockin!
Work called for her early next morning, and she left the RV, and didn’t disturb Steven and his Fireball induced slumber. I went back to the bedroom, and instantly realized that I had in fact just cheated on my wife. I felt absolutely devastated, but at the same time we had become so disconnected, it was a sharp realization that this is emotionally mentally where I brought myself to. I was at such an emotional Crossroads, and two women in my life more troublesome, and then Devin had to introduce me to her friend Jody.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dakwxf/tales_in_bbw_land_devin_part_three_mf