Anubis
11-05-2006, 08:56 PM
~BBW, Very Explicit Sex. ~SWG - An old friend seduces and consoles another by the most erotic of ways
A Brief Moment
Anubis
[Hello all. I don't know if this is over the top, or simply too graphic. It really doesn't even focus on gaining strictly, which I'd much prefer. But it seems to fit the general theme of the forum, and it was very late and I was tired, so here's what I typed out in an hour. I hope you like it, although not every story can please every person. I'd be happy for any feedback, especially as to whether it's appropriate to this forum.
Yours, Anubis]
This was going to be easy, I mused. There she was, crying just a little bit, which had caused her make-up to run from the corners of her eyes. She didn’t usually wear much, so there must have been a reason for it.
It didn’t look like she had a reason to be wearing make-up. She was wearing a pair of faded light blue jeans, and had a t-shirt tucked in at the waist. Her hair was black, or close enough, and hung down prettily to just above her shoulders. She had been speaking before, but with her sobbing it had been hard to pay attention. She was making more sense now.
“Screw him”, were the first words that I understood. “He doesn’t deserve me.” Kelly always had that mentality. She never was one to put up with too much for any amount of time.
“Well, I don’t really know what this is all about, but you know you can stay as long as you like, duckie,” I said. That duckie word was something I’d never been able to iron of my speech. I had been ashamed of it before when I was younger, but now it had turned into a little palisade wall to defend my heritage. “But what happened?”
“He told me I was fat.”
My interest perked right up. I wouldn’t have called her fat by any long measure. Mind you, she’d filled out rather pleasingly since she and I had once been together first. I’d always kind of hoped to add a little to her frame, and watch that mild ass expand more. I was beginning to go down a little checklist in my mind of what I would do to her soft frame when I realised she hadn’t stopped.
“…not like I don’t look good right?”
“Not at all. Much to the opposite!” I think my arousal was beginning to affect my speech.
“He’s just so stinking superficial, and he wants some stinking stick-figure girlfriend.”
No one could ever have called Kelly stick-figure. When I’d first gotten to know her, she’d had a very nice little package. Small but delightful breasts, with nipples that came to life so that you knew what was going on. A little soft tummy, pretty much flat. A round ass that was mounted on some killer hips. But back then she’d been about 130 lbs at 5’4”.
She hadn’t gotten any taller, but I knew she’d soften up a bit. I decided to explore the issue, and let my libido run wild. I took two beers out of the fridge while all this went on.
“And if he wants some skinny whore, then why does he keep me around?” She picked up the beer, ignoring the glass I’d put beside it. “Thanks. I’ve already had about three or four.”
My dick hardened at the thought.
“Kell, listen to me, you’re a beautiful girl, and you’ve got a killer shape. Screw him if he doesn’t have any taste in women, if he likes girls shaped like boys…”
She took hold of this idea.
“Have you seen how big my titties have gotten?”
I shook my head. “No sadly.”
She giggled. Then she smiled mischievously. I knew that she liked to play with me, tempt me. And she knew all the little chinks in my armour, my weakness. If I judged her rightly, her desire for flattery and flirtation would be kicking in. Her voice dropped a pitch.
“And my ass has gotten a little curvy. Is that so bad?”
This is pretty much my limit. At this point, she had regained ground. I would not longer dominate this conversation or thought process. She knew I loved the fact that her ass had widened.
“No. No real man would mind.”
She finished her beer and grabbed another. I decided to try a quick tactic to regain some control.
“Let’s make that a boiler-maker. Here, I’ll have one too.”
“A what?” She knew. She'd had just forgotten.
“You know, drop a shot of whisky in the glass.”
Her face screwed up. I wasn’t sure if it would work. She hated them usually. But I had to have faith in those previous drinks she’d had.
“Ok.”
So I poured them up, and dropped the whiskey into the glasses of beer. She went to town on it, and quickly looked up for another before I was done halfway. I was happy to oblige.
So we chatted on, and she griped some more. The whole situation had been that she had prepared a surprise of herself for when he got home. She had lit some candles, put on a black teddy –which didn’t help my dick get any softer- and then when he’d come in, she had been lying on the bed. He looked at her, made a comment about his girlfriend getting fat, and she’d simply told him to screw himself, put on clothes, and left.
I became emboldened.“You look great. How can he say that?”
“Well look.” She lifted up her t-shirt, and I realised that there was a little more Kelly than before. But my sight flashed to the teddy underneath. It was still on.
“I’m looking, and I’m liking.”
I reached over and caressed her side.
She stood up. Her voice became playful.
“You can’t do that, mister!”
“I’m just saying I’m a better judge,” this was all capped by my grins.
“Do you want to judge?” She was taking over again. She looked down at my pants. She knew what she was doing.
“Well, let me think…”
She pulled up her shirt and pulled the lacy bottom out. Now she was wearing a teddy and faded blue jeans. I pointed out how silly that looked. She tapped my nose as punishment, and I took the opportunity to pull her forward. As she straddled, she wormed her way around on my cock.
“Close your eyes.” I couldn’t help but comply.
Why I opened them again I don't quite know. But there was another shot glass empty on the table, and she was wearing her black teddy, and a tiny little pair of panties. I was filled with lust, and she knew it.
She started to move and twirl, moving her hips, and rolling her body. As she turned around, she bent over and touched the floor. Those little panties were nothing but a little string. I reached out to smack her ass, but she was far too quick.
“Bad boy. No touchy.”
But I stood up, and grabbed her, spun her around, and locked lips. She responded by reciprocating. Very soon she was undoing my belt. She pushed me backwards into the living room, until I landed in a chair. Then she looked up at me.
“Now, you have to stay there.” It was all another level of control. She was very good at this mental war. And better at the physical stuff that followed.
She took out my dick and began to lick and slurp and suck. I’d forgotten how good she was. The reason she was so good was because she loved what she did.
But eventually I was able to reach my hands down, push aside the little triangle of cloth and play with her clit. She moaned. My dick came out of her mouth, and I lay down of the carpet with her. I began to play with her clit, and put my long middle finger into her to scratch just the right spot. All the way in, and on her right side, just a little. I rubbed and played. She moaned and groaned.
As my fingers worked her one place, I worked the rest. I pulled the teddy off, and licked her nipples fiercely. All along her neck. As I kissed my was down, I realised that her tummy had indeed blossomed. Not too much, just some softening. She felt my fingers respond to my increased lust. I continued down, and then buried my face between her legs. Now my talent came out. Again this came out from my enjoyment of it, not because of any freakish quality. But I am damn good when I’ve got my tongue on the move.
But Kelly is a girl who wants more in bed constantly. After five or six minutes of that, I felt the magic hands come down, and I stopped. She grabbed my shoulders, and first lifted me up into a sitting position, and then pushed me onto my back.
Most people imagine a woman mounting them for their own benefit. Kelly used it to hers though. She began to grind and move, using my cock to work her and enjoy. I was only able to hang in there… plus I was able to enjoy those tits which had gotten much bigger. I took handfuls, licked them, and just plain watched them move. Kelly began to quiver in her thighs. I could feel it as they clenched. She began to buck and move. As she began to cum, I pulled her down to kiss her. I could feel her shaking on my dick. Once she did it, she sat back up, and rolled her hips and repeated the process. The girl had a talent for cumming.
Of course, I wasn’t going to let this go by. She had gotten hers, and I simply wanted my due share. Plus, I really wanted that ass. I hadn’t yet been able to tell if it had gotten bigger. She was bent over during the dance, and that was no way to judge a killer ass like hers.
I took her over to the table, and bent her over it. I took my time. I slapped her ass with one hand, then the other. I tapped it with my dick. I bounced and shook happily. It had gotten bigger, and softer, and I loved it. If she filled out a little bit and this was the result, then that guy was a fag. I rubbed her entrance with my dick, until she grabbed my sides and pulled me in. She was an impatient little thing.
I slid in and out, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. I grabbed her love handles, which had sprouted deliciously, and rammed into her. She squealed with every thrust.
“Say it Kell.”
“No.”
“Say it.”
She giggled between squeals, and asked? “Do you like it? Do you like how big my ass is?”
I rammed harder. I had made her say it, but her was making me change my rhythm, controlling the sex.
I felt a tightened, and I threw her on the floor. She was still startled when I ploughed into her from behind, as she lay on her stomach. I pounded furiously, and she was rolling with pleasure. I came into her, and flooded her. I could feel myself being grabbed by her inside. When I finally pulled out, and looked over at me.
“There. Do you feel better now, after all that?” I was thrown back.
So who was in control all that time? And did it matter?
A Brief Moment
Anubis
[Hello all. I don't know if this is over the top, or simply too graphic. It really doesn't even focus on gaining strictly, which I'd much prefer. But it seems to fit the general theme of the forum, and it was very late and I was tired, so here's what I typed out in an hour. I hope you like it, although not every story can please every person. I'd be happy for any feedback, especially as to whether it's appropriate to this forum.
Yours, Anubis]
This was going to be easy, I mused. There she was, crying just a little bit, which had caused her make-up to run from the corners of her eyes. She didn’t usually wear much, so there must have been a reason for it.
It didn’t look like she had a reason to be wearing make-up. She was wearing a pair of faded light blue jeans, and had a t-shirt tucked in at the waist. Her hair was black, or close enough, and hung down prettily to just above her shoulders. She had been speaking before, but with her sobbing it had been hard to pay attention. She was making more sense now.
“Screw him”, were the first words that I understood. “He doesn’t deserve me.” Kelly always had that mentality. She never was one to put up with too much for any amount of time.
“Well, I don’t really know what this is all about, but you know you can stay as long as you like, duckie,” I said. That duckie word was something I’d never been able to iron of my speech. I had been ashamed of it before when I was younger, but now it had turned into a little palisade wall to defend my heritage. “But what happened?”
“He told me I was fat.”
My interest perked right up. I wouldn’t have called her fat by any long measure. Mind you, she’d filled out rather pleasingly since she and I had once been together first. I’d always kind of hoped to add a little to her frame, and watch that mild ass expand more. I was beginning to go down a little checklist in my mind of what I would do to her soft frame when I realised she hadn’t stopped.
“…not like I don’t look good right?”
“Not at all. Much to the opposite!” I think my arousal was beginning to affect my speech.
“He’s just so stinking superficial, and he wants some stinking stick-figure girlfriend.”
No one could ever have called Kelly stick-figure. When I’d first gotten to know her, she’d had a very nice little package. Small but delightful breasts, with nipples that came to life so that you knew what was going on. A little soft tummy, pretty much flat. A round ass that was mounted on some killer hips. But back then she’d been about 130 lbs at 5’4”.
She hadn’t gotten any taller, but I knew she’d soften up a bit. I decided to explore the issue, and let my libido run wild. I took two beers out of the fridge while all this went on.
“And if he wants some skinny whore, then why does he keep me around?” She picked up the beer, ignoring the glass I’d put beside it. “Thanks. I’ve already had about three or four.”
My dick hardened at the thought.
“Kell, listen to me, you’re a beautiful girl, and you’ve got a killer shape. Screw him if he doesn’t have any taste in women, if he likes girls shaped like boys…”
She took hold of this idea.
“Have you seen how big my titties have gotten?”
I shook my head. “No sadly.”
She giggled. Then she smiled mischievously. I knew that she liked to play with me, tempt me. And she knew all the little chinks in my armour, my weakness. If I judged her rightly, her desire for flattery and flirtation would be kicking in. Her voice dropped a pitch.
“And my ass has gotten a little curvy. Is that so bad?”
This is pretty much my limit. At this point, she had regained ground. I would not longer dominate this conversation or thought process. She knew I loved the fact that her ass had widened.
“No. No real man would mind.”
She finished her beer and grabbed another. I decided to try a quick tactic to regain some control.
“Let’s make that a boiler-maker. Here, I’ll have one too.”
“A what?” She knew. She'd had just forgotten.
“You know, drop a shot of whisky in the glass.”
Her face screwed up. I wasn’t sure if it would work. She hated them usually. But I had to have faith in those previous drinks she’d had.
“Ok.”
So I poured them up, and dropped the whiskey into the glasses of beer. She went to town on it, and quickly looked up for another before I was done halfway. I was happy to oblige.
So we chatted on, and she griped some more. The whole situation had been that she had prepared a surprise of herself for when he got home. She had lit some candles, put on a black teddy –which didn’t help my dick get any softer- and then when he’d come in, she had been lying on the bed. He looked at her, made a comment about his girlfriend getting fat, and she’d simply told him to screw himself, put on clothes, and left.
I became emboldened.“You look great. How can he say that?”
“Well look.” She lifted up her t-shirt, and I realised that there was a little more Kelly than before. But my sight flashed to the teddy underneath. It was still on.
“I’m looking, and I’m liking.”
I reached over and caressed her side.
She stood up. Her voice became playful.
“You can’t do that, mister!”
“I’m just saying I’m a better judge,” this was all capped by my grins.
“Do you want to judge?” She was taking over again. She looked down at my pants. She knew what she was doing.
“Well, let me think…”
She pulled up her shirt and pulled the lacy bottom out. Now she was wearing a teddy and faded blue jeans. I pointed out how silly that looked. She tapped my nose as punishment, and I took the opportunity to pull her forward. As she straddled, she wormed her way around on my cock.
“Close your eyes.” I couldn’t help but comply.
Why I opened them again I don't quite know. But there was another shot glass empty on the table, and she was wearing her black teddy, and a tiny little pair of panties. I was filled with lust, and she knew it.
She started to move and twirl, moving her hips, and rolling her body. As she turned around, she bent over and touched the floor. Those little panties were nothing but a little string. I reached out to smack her ass, but she was far too quick.
“Bad boy. No touchy.”
But I stood up, and grabbed her, spun her around, and locked lips. She responded by reciprocating. Very soon she was undoing my belt. She pushed me backwards into the living room, until I landed in a chair. Then she looked up at me.
“Now, you have to stay there.” It was all another level of control. She was very good at this mental war. And better at the physical stuff that followed.
She took out my dick and began to lick and slurp and suck. I’d forgotten how good she was. The reason she was so good was because she loved what she did.
But eventually I was able to reach my hands down, push aside the little triangle of cloth and play with her clit. She moaned. My dick came out of her mouth, and I lay down of the carpet with her. I began to play with her clit, and put my long middle finger into her to scratch just the right spot. All the way in, and on her right side, just a little. I rubbed and played. She moaned and groaned.
As my fingers worked her one place, I worked the rest. I pulled the teddy off, and licked her nipples fiercely. All along her neck. As I kissed my was down, I realised that her tummy had indeed blossomed. Not too much, just some softening. She felt my fingers respond to my increased lust. I continued down, and then buried my face between her legs. Now my talent came out. Again this came out from my enjoyment of it, not because of any freakish quality. But I am damn good when I’ve got my tongue on the move.
But Kelly is a girl who wants more in bed constantly. After five or six minutes of that, I felt the magic hands come down, and I stopped. She grabbed my shoulders, and first lifted me up into a sitting position, and then pushed me onto my back.
Most people imagine a woman mounting them for their own benefit. Kelly used it to hers though. She began to grind and move, using my cock to work her and enjoy. I was only able to hang in there… plus I was able to enjoy those tits which had gotten much bigger. I took handfuls, licked them, and just plain watched them move. Kelly began to quiver in her thighs. I could feel it as they clenched. She began to buck and move. As she began to cum, I pulled her down to kiss her. I could feel her shaking on my dick. Once she did it, she sat back up, and rolled her hips and repeated the process. The girl had a talent for cumming.
Of course, I wasn’t going to let this go by. She had gotten hers, and I simply wanted my due share. Plus, I really wanted that ass. I hadn’t yet been able to tell if it had gotten bigger. She was bent over during the dance, and that was no way to judge a killer ass like hers.
I took her over to the table, and bent her over it. I took my time. I slapped her ass with one hand, then the other. I tapped it with my dick. I bounced and shook happily. It had gotten bigger, and softer, and I loved it. If she filled out a little bit and this was the result, then that guy was a fag. I rubbed her entrance with my dick, until she grabbed my sides and pulled me in. She was an impatient little thing.
I slid in and out, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. I grabbed her love handles, which had sprouted deliciously, and rammed into her. She squealed with every thrust.
“Say it Kell.”
“No.”
“Say it.”
She giggled between squeals, and asked? “Do you like it? Do you like how big my ass is?”
I rammed harder. I had made her say it, but her was making me change my rhythm, controlling the sex.
I felt a tightened, and I threw her on the floor. She was still startled when I ploughed into her from behind, as she lay on her stomach. I pounded furiously, and she was rolling with pleasure. I came into her, and flooded her. I could feel myself being grabbed by her inside. When I finally pulled out, and looked over at me.
“There. Do you feel better now, after all that?” I was thrown back.
So who was in control all that time? And did it matter?