It had been a long hot week but a good one so I cut the crew loose at noon, agreeing to meet up at the Pour House for a couple. It was a hole in the wall dive with egirl bartenders and the occasional knifefight in the alley smoking lounge out back. Elenor and Cora were behind the bar. Elenor was a tall, skinny but large breasted goth girl, with died black hair and a bullring in her septum. There were rumors, Id had the frequent pleasure of confirming, of other piercings in tenderer regions. Cora was a tiny blonde with a fat little booty and little fried egg tiddies. Braless, her nipples, straining against the flimsy fabric of her lowcut tshirt, danced around like erotic little fishes swimming upstream to mate.
Cora, always very flirtatious, leaned over to wash some glasses and asked if I wanted the usual. One fine little boob was in clear view and she laughed and shifted her shoulders, bringing her infinitesimally smaller but somehow harder nippled sister tit into view. I admired them a brief moment and smiled back with gratitude and ordered 3 pitchers of Rogue and a half dozen shots of Jameson. The boys were getting rowdy, taking over the darts and loading up the jukebox with Johnny Cash and Royce da 5’9.
Cora went down the bar to get the drinks, her fat bubble ass -so shocking on her tiny frame- rippled and bounced in her size 0 leggings. Elenor, slouching erotically, her sleeves all flowers and flash, legs for days, tiny ass, amazing, undulating, firm, gravity defying, impressively large round tiddies barely constrained by her severe black corset. Those fuck maddening tits had gotten more than one young biker sliced up by Jesus, her Salvadoran boyfriend, a quiet yet extremely pleasant young man, face like a terribly proud angel, with a seemingly endless supply of pue cocaine, who favored knives. Prior to falling in love, my baby and I had been living together almost 3 months, Elenor and I had been living dangerously. Fucking each other right under Jesus’ nose. It wasn’t wrong because we loved fucking each other and were good friends. I knew she loved Jesus and he was a good friend of mine but our fucking was feral and explosive and we made each other laugh. But I always carried a gun then so when I finally met my love, I was glad to end it and she and I stayed friends.
Cora came up with the drinks and said to Elenor, You’ve already had him. Its my turn. Her smile turned into a seductive pout when I told her, Sorry darling. Maybe in the next life but Im taken. Lock, stock, and smoking barrel. Youre cuter than a damn button but my little woman is everything I can handle. Elenor crooned, Ahhhh and gave me a sweet smile while a decidedly wicked look flashed across Cora’s pouting face and her light blue eyes turned a deep purple as she turned and stuck out her ass and smacked one supernaturally thicc asscheek, causing an ass tsunami that brought the bar to momentary awed silence.
I laughed and gave her my second best smile and threw down a $20 tip. Cora had an ass that belonged in rap videos but my baby had the fine soft round firm mesmerizingly voluptuously sexy – so smackable, so damn good to eat like groceries, so squeezable, spankable, fuckable – ass of a love goddess.
All I know is my love, this strange, damaged but terribly fierce, playful and so kind but with a depth of sorrow and rage that I could only try to soothe but could never understand, my brilliant, wise, and hilariously childish little woman was sexier in every way, better to hold, to kiss, and lick, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck more, and look at, and listen to, and spend long hours doing every imaginable thing with, than any woman I had every known. She fit me and I fit her and we became complete and somehow invincible (so it seemed, then), and just right. In each others arms, wild heart beating against wild heart, feral lusting mouth against yearning questing sensual mouth, my hard fat dick thrusting deep inside her impossibly hot wet embracing pussy, her maddeningly fuckable pussy – pulsating, in a carnal frenzy of gripping soaking heat around my throbbing engorged deep thrusting dick – her delicious cunt juices and sweat and cum soaking the satin sheets beneath us – the raw smell of sex intoxicating us – we were right.
So I drank my shot and a glass of beer to wipe the dust away and shot a game of 9 ball with Big Smoky, my right hand man. I told him he needed to give his 10 inch pornstar cock to that little fuckbunny, Cora to take her mind off of me. He told me he would but he was already Elenor’s new sidepiece. Plus he figured hed break her. Nobody can break that ass, homey, I told him. We laughed the laugh of bad but good natured men who loved to make beautiful women cum on our dicks.
I needed to go home and put my dick in my baby’s hot mouth and her heavenly hot little cunt and tonight I was going to need to push my fat mushroom head into her quivering little butthole, slide my my fat dick past her twitching gripping little sphincter all the way up her perfect fat ass. I was going to gently, rhythmically flick her hot radiating little bean – softly but firmly stroke her sensitive desire swollen clit and smoothly yet insistantly work my cock in and out of her perfect ass, stretching and filling it again and again until she cries out for daddy’s dick and writhes under the raw sensory assault of multiple clitty orgasms and the exploding filthy carnality of one analgasm after another, begging for my dick deeper and harder, crying out in insensate and animalistic lust, begging for my cum inside her ass until I shoot my massive hot load of cock cream up inside her guts – one scorching rope of thick jizz after another, my spurting cock bucking like a runaway firehose way up inside that fine fat ass.
End Part 1