Christmas BBW [MF]

As ever, I’ve changed names for anonymity. Three stories here, all from one night; each time, the action starts at xxx if you want to skip to it.

Introductions:

I’m Dan – since I became single, I’ve been doing a load of exercise, so along with my broad shoulders (which are my favourite feature), I’ve also managed to give myself a six-pack… as long as I’m standing in a particular light, at a particular angle. My cock is average length, but a bit girthier than average, and cut.

I’ve known Tracey for a decade or so, but haven’t seen her for a good few years. She is really attractive; above the neck, she’s very pretty, with neck-length brown hair, she looks a bit like a thinner Chrissy Metz. Below the neck, she is on the large side, with enormous breasts, and they’re quite prominent (they don’t slide around the side, I mean); her torso still has that “triangle” shape in that her chest is wider than her stomach and hips. She’s bigger than average around the stomach and thighs, so I think she’s heavier than “thiccc”; she certainly calls *herself* fat. I can see why some people wouldn’t be attracted to her, and why she’s self-conscious about her weight, but if you’re a boob guy – and I am! – she is *incredibly* attractive. As a reference, I’d say she’s some combination of Chrissy Metz and Angel Deluca, and maybe Simone Staxxx (but white).

Background:

I didn’t have Christmas plans this year – some shitty family stuff – but one of my mates, Bob, whom I like but am not that close to, told me that he was having a few people over for Christmas, and invited me to join. I was up for that, but at the start of December, plans changed – Tracey was planning the same thing, so they combined into one 10 person crowd, rather than a four and a six. I was okay with that – I wasn’t close to Tracey or her friends, but they’re all good people, and Bob was happy to host for all of us, if we helped with cooking and bringing dishes and stuff.

I planned to use a taxi there and back; pricey, but wasn’t doing a lot of present buying this year, so I could afford that, and it would let me drink – but I couldn’t get one. Running out of time on the day, I drove instead, and figured that I’d taxi back and pick the car up the next day.

It was a nice day – food was great – Tracey was as pretty as always, wearing a Christmas jumper that kind of hid her curves. We chatted a few times over the afternoon – she’s in an open relationship, her boyfriend was with his family for Christmas – and I felt that old spark, somewhere between my gut and my cock, whenever I spoke to her.

We started to get into the evening, but I was still enjoying myself, so instead of leaving, I asked Bob if I could sleep in his spare room, and he said that was fine. He was a bit drunk, but I’m pretty much certain that he’d have said “yes” even if he was sober.

At the end of the night, people were filtering away; I was wanting to spend more time with Tracey (who had taken her jumper off, her top was showing a decent bit of cleavage), but Bob wasn’t in a great place – he really had drunk too much and was looking a bit unwell, so Tracey asked if I could get him to bed (more appropriate for me to help him undress and get into bed rather than Tracey). I came down, and she was still here, sitting on her own on the rightmost seat of the sofa. She smiled at me, and I grabbed my beer, then sat next to her. I wasn’t sure if I was going to make a move, or ask her out, or what, but I had the confidence of a few beers in me, and just sitting next to her made my cock start twitching again.

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I told her it was nice to see her after all this time, she said the same. We joked about how much Bob had had to drink, and wondered if we had had too much ourselves. Tracey looked at me, and said that she regretted not buying mistletoe; I said that maybe she didn’t need it, then leaned forward and lifted her chin, and kissed her. We started with lips, then we parted lips and started exploring each others’ tongues. I broke the kiss off so that I could move even closer to her; she put her drink down, then kissed me again.

I kept my right hand on the back of the sofa for balance, and slid my left up her left leg under her skirt, squeezing her inner thigh; her right hand was behind my head, pulling me in while our tongues pushed against each other. We started moaning, just slightly, and I changed position so I was facing her properly, freeing up my right hand. I slid that up her back as we pressed against each other, and I let go of her thigh and held onto her right side. I decided to press my luck, and slid my left hand up to start caressing that massive right boob through her top, and Tracey responded by putting her hand over mine and pushing it more firmly into her breast. We started breathing more heavily and carried on making out.

After we had kissed for a while, all the time me squeezing that huge, pillowy tit and my cock aching in my jeans, Tracey let go of me and slowly, gently, pushed us away from each other. I let go of her and she reached forward for the bottom of my shirt, undoing the buttons – after the first few, she abandoned them and started fumbling with my belt.

Game on.

The angle was wrong for me to start taking her clothes off, so I finished unbuttoning my shirt for her while she pulled my trousers and boxers down to my thighs. I sat down, my shirt open but still on, planning to pull my trousers off completely, but she didn’t give me the chance, her left hand pulling me in for more kisses, and her right hand grabbing ahold of my erect cock. She started pumping me, and I do mean pumping – she was much firmer than I would be on myself, and it took my breath away to start with. I wouldn’t want it like that every time, but it was really hot.

I tried to slide my hand inside her top and squeeze her tits, but I was in the wrong position for that; instead, I settled for playing with one of her ears and grasping her hair in my fist while we kissed. After a little time had passed, I ran both my hands down her front, across those breasts, over her stomach, and started to undo her skirt. She stopped wanking me off and helped me take off her clothes, standing up and dropping her skirt to the floor, and revealing a pair of plain white pants above her large, curvy legs. While she was standing up she took her top off as well, and I had the chance to see that all her curves were still there – I took the view in, legs I couldn’t wait to wrap around me, thiccc round the middle, and two vast breasts, supported by a black bra that’s just a credit to engineering and human ingenuity.

I pushed myself into a standing position – my trousers were still round my legs, I was careful not to trip – and slid my hands to the small of her back; I leant in for another kiss, but she grabbed my cock again first, and while she kissed me she pumped me vigorously. I broke the kiss off, and whispered “Sit down” – I wanted to give my cock a bit of a break, I was really enjoying it but it was actually starting to hurt, just a little – and I was also worried that I’d cum before she ever got close!

She sat on the edge of the sofa, and I kneeled in front of her, sliding my arms underneath her legs and kissing the inside of her thighs, alternating between legs but getting ever closer to her pants and her pussy. Finally, I slipped my finger underneath her pants and pulled them out of the way, and started going down on her, pulling back briefly to let me slip my finger inside her then starting again, licking and playing with her clit with my tongue and sliding slowly in and out of her with my finger.

She started breathing heavily, every time she released her breath it came out with a quiet moan, sliding her fingers across and through my hair, her hands never resting in one place. With my left hand, I ran my palm and fingers across all the flesh I could get, gently squeezing her stomach, her thigh, and her right tit through her bra, until I felt ready to go again.

I slowed, and stopped, then shuffled backwards on the floor, moving my legs around so that I could finally get my trousers off. I lay down on my back, and whispered “Come here” – Bob was still upstairs, possibly awake, asleep, or unconscious through drink – so didn’t want to be too loud.

Tracey stood up, and pulled her pants down while I watched, then kneeled down next to me – I thought she was going to ride me, but she swung her other leg over so she was straddling me, and facing away. Reverse cowgirl? I was happy to be fucking her, but… I’d kind of wanted to see and hold those giant tits while we were doing it – then she backed up, so her huge ass passed over my face and her feet slid under my arms. I found myself staring straight at her pussy while she took hold of my cock again. It was clear what she wanted, so I started eating her out from below, and she played with my cock – her grip was still firm, but she was much slower this time, every time she slid her hand down my shaft she reached further down and fumbled with my balls before sliding her hand back up again. It was like a “full cock handjob”. While she pumped slowly, I tried to eat her out but I couldn’t reach her clit with my tongue properly; instead of straining, I freed one arm and used my thumb to play with her clit while I switched between using my tongue on the sides of her pussy, and kissing the skin between her pussy and her ass.

I couldn’t see Tracey’s face, but I *could* hear her moans and gasps start to speed up – but not being able to see anything, and being at slightly the wrong angle to *enjoy* eating her out, meant that I wasn’t in danger of cumming. She stopped wanking me, and leaned forward, and her gasps got longer, and I felt a weight settle on my thigh then slip away as one of those giant tits rested on my leg and fell off as she leaned further, and she grabbed at my shins tightly and shuddered, and made a half gasp, half strangled noise and her pussy got wetter around my tongue as she came.

I slowed down my tongue and thumb as she took deep, noisy breaths, then she lifted her leg and lay down on her side with her eyes closed, recovering. I wasn’t sure what would happen next; I was rock hard and good to go, but Tracey looked like she might be spent – but she opened her eyes, then smiled and pushed herself upright.

“Sit” – she pointed at the sofa. I didn’t need to be told twice; I sat down on the edge of the seat and watched her as she finally took her bra off, wobbly tits tumbling out (this is absolutely my favourite thing). She shuffled forward on her knees ’til she was right in front of me, so I reached forward and cupped her breasts, sliding my thumbs over her nipples and marvelling at how much of her flesh just… didn’t fit in my hands. She giggled, grabbed my cock at the base, and spat on it to give it some lube. I wondered if I was in for a titwank – but she did something different; she moved into a more upright position as she started to play with me, and as she slid her hand up and down my shaft, slow and firm, she rested her right tit on the end of my cock so that I could feel the weight of it.

The handjobs until now had been good, but that spit took it to another level; I held onto the back of the sofa with both hands and moaned, a deep throaty groan that I think came from all the way from my cock to my throat. I looked at her breasts, a jiggle going through her right tit every time she pumped me, and then Tracey’s face, a determined smile across it. I realised I *wasn’t* miles away from cumming, I was far, far closer than I’d realised, and she was about to send me over the edge.

Tracey looked at me, and said “I’m going to suck your cock.” I gasped with a smile, and said “I think- ” but she had already wrapped her lips around my dick, sloppily taking me inside her mouth, then pulling back up, the drag sending me wild.

“Tracey, I’m going to cum,” I warned her. She released my cock from her lips, looked at me, and said “Good. Merry Christmas!” then in one motion, licked me all the way up my shaft to the tip. “Fuck…
Tracey, I’m going to cum…” I moaned again, desperately trying to get the words out. She didn’t even look at me, she took my cock in her mouth again and pumped her head up and down – once, twice, and with a quiet “fuuuuuuck” I braced my hands against her head, thrusting my cock into her mouth and cumming, unable to stop myself. I tried to be gentle, but she still had to hold onto the sofa for balance as I thrust five or six times – I don’t know. I wasn’t able to stop and kept moaning and pumping.

As soon as I was able, I let go of her in case I’d hurt her, my cock slipping out of Tracey’s lips; she looked at me, giggling, but covering her mouth with her hand as it was still full. She looked around, then grabbed my beer and let my cum spill out into it, then spat a few times. She grabbed her own drink, and used it to wash her mouth out, then spat that into my glass too.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded, and said “Yeah.” She sat next to me, her body radiating warmth; I put my arm around her and kissed her, long, and slow, then collapsed back – again – where I was sitting. I said “Jesus Christ, that was amazing” and I think even my voice was funny after our exertions, I was absolutely knackered.

I enjoyed sitting there, naked, with Tracey for a while, but it started to get cold, and she asked “Are you staying for a while longer?” “Yeah, yeah – I’ve got the spare room.” Tracey looked at me, with a smile, and said “Um, I’m in the spare room.” Drunken Bob had forgotten that Tracey was staying over, when he said I could stay.

We laughed, and I said “We’ll make this work, it’s fine.” Possibly I should have tried to start “round 2” while we were downstairs, but the confusion and the laughing threw us off. We picked up our clothes, and she headed upstairs while I went to the bathroom.

I had a piss, then gave my cock a wash in the sink in case there was another blowjob on the cards. I wasn’t exactly sure why we hadn’t fucked – whether Tracey hadn’t been in the mood, or if she really liked handjobs and oral, or if it was the lack of condom – but I decided to prepare for anything before I went upstairs, so I found my jacket, and looked out a condom from my wallet.

I pulled on my shirt, then went upstairs myself, and worked out which room was which; I had a quick check to make sure Bob was still alive (snoring – fine) and went into the spare room. One of her arms was outside the covers, so I could see that she’d put a t-shirt on. I took my shirt off again, and took the condom from my pocket and put it on the bedside table. Tracey saw that, and said “You know, we’re in Bob’s bed, we should probably behave ourselves.” “Sure”, I lied, then I pulled my trousers down so I was just in my boxers, and switched off the light. I grabbed the condom again and slid it under the pillow as I climbed into bed next to her, and lay on my side facing her in the dark. We were so close I could feel the warmth of her body next to me.

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“Tracey”, I whispered, and moved closer, and she had already moved towards me so our tongues and lips met. I slid one arm underneath her in an embrace, and I slid the other up her t-shirt. I felt like I hadn’t played with her boobs enough, given their size – the first time she was still wearing her bra, the second was brief before the blowjob, so this time I gently squeezed the flesh of her breast, rolling the nipple under my thumb, sometimes moving the palm of my hand across her nipple, but always returning to gentle squeezing and just marvelling at the size of her tit. She fumbled with my boxers, but gave up and started wanking me through the fabric. I enjoyed it for a few minutes, but wanted more. I broke off my kiss and lifted her top high enough – she rolled onto her back – for me to suck on each nipple. I stretched my hand up to grab that condom, then backed off to take off my boxers. She saw what I was doing and sat up, and took her top off – again, I got to see my favourite sight of wobbly tits, just tumbling free.

I kissed her again, then gently pushed her back; I ran my hands down her body, left hand open, right closed around the condom so the pack didn’t scratch her, pulling my right thumb towards her pussy. I was going to use my hands and tongue to get her ready, but realised she was already sopping wet. I took my hands back, and kissed the inside of each knee while I opened the condom and put it on. I shuffled forward slightly, took my cock in my hand, and slid into her, then moved so that I was above her.

I thrust into her once, slowly, and she held onto my back. “You… are a bad influ*ENCE*!” she whispered, as I thrust again, just as deep. I moved again, still on top of her, but with my head by her ear, and thrust again, this time causing a soft, moany gasp. She moved her hands up by my shoulders, and I started nibbling her ear.

I sped up – not fast, but faster than I’d been going, and with more of a rhythm than I had been using – and whispered “Do you still want to be good?” and kissed her again, both of us a little more sloppy and aggressive than before, “or do you want to really *fuck*?” She let out a single laugh, then moved her hands slightly lower on my back and wrapped her legs around my hips. I took that as a yes, and started thrusting harder and faster, and her breaths turned into gasps then quick moans. I propped myself up on my left arm and used my right hand to grasp at her tit again, sometimes squeezing it but I liked holding it loose, feeling it wobble as I fucked her.

She started bucking her hips below me, and I decided that I didn’t want to change positions, we just kept on fucking each other where we were, my gasps getting a bit louder along with her moans. She moved her hands – she grasped around with her right hand for something to hold, until she gave up and grabbed the headboard behind her, and used her left hand to cover her mouth but start moaning louder behind it. It wasn’t the most attractive sound, but she wasn’t completely in control of what noises she made anymore – nor was I – and I could hear the bed squeak with every thrust, and I fucked harder and harder and I watched Tracey’s face as her eyes got wider, and her moans turned into high-pitched whispered gasps. She stopped what she was doing with her hands and with grabbed the back of my shoulders with a fleshy slapping sound and came with a gasping, moaning breath that echoed round the room and I came with thrusts so hard that I thought I’d go through the fucking bed. I started sweating – maybe I just noticed that I’d *been* sweating – and lay down on top of her, utterly spent, cock still twitching inside her, moaning slightly while Tracey tried to catch her breath with gasps and small chuckles.

We shared a tired kiss, and I took two attempts to roll off her, my muscles not completely working. Afterwards, I kind of blundered over and gave her a kiss, and I pulled off the condom and fell asleep (I think we both did). I woke up fairly early, and used the upstairs bathroom; I was as quiet as I could be, but when I slid back into bed Tracey was awake. I gave her a kiss, and lay back down again, genuinely not planning to do anything else, but I felt her hand move slowly onto my bare cock and start playing with it.

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She gripped my cock lightly, sliding her hand up and down, and whispered “Good morning” as I got hard. She kissed me again, and moved closer to me; I tried to play with her tit but my arm was at the wrong angle. Instead, I reached for her pussy, but she said “you did plenty last night” and moved into a kneeling position next to my chest, looming over me. She spat on my cock and started pumping me more firmly, and I started breathing heavily immediately.

Tracey is apparently the queen of the handjob – the wet, firm grip really is like nothing else – and I watched her breasts wobble as she worked me. I reached again for her chest, and she giggled and leaned over so that her breasts swung above me. I grabbed her left tit with both hands and pulled it towards my mouth, slipping her nipple between my lips and sucking. She shifted her position so that her chest was lower down, the full weight of her breast resting on my face while I licked and sucked and fit what little of her tit I could in my mouth. I took ahold of her right tit now with my hands, and played with it while she kept on wanking me.

I didn’t try to last – I kneaded her right tit, sucked on her left, and she pumped and pumped and I gasped and came, muffled by the tit in my face, and I splashed through her hands across my chest. I was laughing before I finished gasping, then moaning as Tracy kept pumping me until I was dry.

“Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus Christ.” I gasped, lying on my back. “That was amazing. Thank you.” I gasped out. She laughed, and said “It’s my pleasure”. She straddled me briefly to grab a tissue from the bedside table, and between the two of us cleaned me up a bit. I fell into a half-sleep again for an hour or so, and cleaned up properly once I was up.

We went downstairs separately and said hi to Bob; we had breakfast with him, and joked about the one room being a tight squeeze for both of us, not sure if we were going to tell him that we’d got together or not (Tracey and I have spoken more since, but this isn’t /Relationships)… but on the way home I realised that his living room table was clear when we went downstairs – so he’d already seen (and moved, and please, God willing, *not mineswept*) the glass of spunky beer from the first session.

Sorry Bob!

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