1. Pizza Woman by loyalsock


    Date: 10/21/2017, Categories: First Time, Sex Humor, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    four slices left in the third, and final, box. It was not pizza I wanted. "NNNoo, III’mm really not hungry. Shouldn’t you be getting back?" This was only a formality. I thought it should be mentioned. "You want me to leave?" She read my mind, "No... No!" "Well let’s put on some music!" she replied. She got up from the Laz-Y-Boy, turned off the tube, and went headfirst towards the record collection. Albums were subsequently strewn across the floor. She found she wanted. She awkwardly removed her top to reveal at least a 50DD bra which, with difficulty, contained two titanium-sized melons. She began to dance. Her stomach wriggled with each gyration, moving with the elegance of a ballerina. She continued this sensual writhing. Plumpy hands being lifted over her head, to the left, to the right, then her whole big body bending forward! For at least fifteen minutes she continued, then her jeans fell heavily to the floor. Heavily, I might add, but it was such a fluid motion, it seemed an essential part of the dance. All she had on where her panties and bra. Her oversized saddlebag ass now joined her oversized balloon orbs in the elegant bouncing and swaying. She then, without warning, did fifteen jumping jacks. The fat shook. The walls shook. The room shook. The vibrations of ecstacy... I, by this point, was in heat. I had the most massive hard-on and was all but ready to explode. She noticed my fevered state. "Was’ a’ matter, big boy?" she laughed. Her double chin now bouncing in ...
    complete rhythmic synchronization with her breasts and buttocks. I lost control. I fell to the floor and wrapped my wanton arms around her sequoia-like thighs. "I know I am nothing! But if you have any mercy at all, you’ll show me some meaty passion! I can’t go on much longer!" Why I said those exact words, I’ll never know. However, you know how it is during the heights of ecstacy. Anyway, she understood, and seeing the pitiful puppy dog expression in my eyes she took my hand and led me to the Laz-Y-Boy. She sat me down on the chair and proceeded to remove her bra and panties. Her breasts were larger than ever, at least 20 pounds each. Her nipples were the size of a bologna slice. She grabbed me head and massaged it between her fleshy orbs. The sensations of the flabby walls of breast fat rubbing up against both my sensitive cheeks almost sent me out of control. How I somehow managed to sustain control, I’ll never know. I was unequivocally in heaven. After this lesson in sexuality, she grabbed my penis and - how can I describe it - well, she sort of rolled it up and down in her belly fat and implored me to, in her words, "Fuck my fat!". It felt so good that I decided to ‘go with the flow’. What transpired next is still a haze to me to this very day. I seems I was so completely immersed in the intense pleasure of the moment, I sincerely believe I left my physical body and entered some supreme spiritual state (I came six six times!). I do vaguely recall, however, removing my ...
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