tube feeding poem (USSBBW, XWG, Tubefeeding, sex)

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  1. Jun 11, 2012 #1

    fa_foo

    fa_foo

    fa_foo

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    Location:
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    my lover
    sits on her bed
    legs spread apart,
    thighs overladen
    spreading like waterballoons
    filled with fat.
    extended by
    waterballoons
    more pumped full than flowing
    attached and extended
    by feet
    encroached by calves
    overtaken cankles.
    all covered by a belly
    that floods
    down the bed
    well past
    the flab
    at her knees.

    her belly framed by stacks
    of rolls on her side
    six inches thick,
    her torso almost a yard wide
    her ribcage swims in an ocean.

    her arms rest on top
    between her flanks and rolling heaping breasts,
    and ever-so-rarely now
    does she lift them
    so they move.

    her ass a monster,
    counterweight
    piled up behind
    right up to her tits
    lifts the rolls on her back
    like the rolls on her side
    filled up in a stack
    she leans back
    and her oceans
    provide

    her head tilted back,
    rests on the cushions of fat
    of her shoulders and neck
    her mouth engaged and secured
    around a five-inch round tube
    conveying viscous sweet creamy liquid
    like vanilla marshmallows
    melted into malts.

    all i see moves is the skin on her neck.
    the fat moves ever so little
    in and out
    up and down
    with each and every swallow.
    i count the swallows
    as the minutes pass.
    twelve swallows this minute,
    i count ten in the next.

    she swallows, the light changes ever so slightly at the crease between her chins and the roll of her neck.
    she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows,
    the meter dings
    one liter.
    her eyes look to me
    then follow
    the tube to the liquid
    still mostly filling
    the refrigerated tank
    above the bed.

    and she persists.
    she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows,
    the meter dings
    two liters,
    she shifts perceptibly
    inside her skin
    to make more room.

    she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows,
    the meter dings
    three liters,
    the look
    in her eyes
    is resolve
    as her neck moves her fat

    she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows,
    the meter dings
    four liters,
    she looks to me
    with puppy eyes
    and starts to cry

    she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows,
    the meter dings
    five liters
    her nose
    takes in several
    short labored breaths
    between every swallow
    i mount her thigh
    and massage
    what i can
    of her belly
    to forward
    digestion

    she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows, she swallows,
    and raises
    the fingers
    of her hand

    i switch
    the supply feed
    off,
    she sucks slowly
    the final half liter
    she must pull
    from the tube.
    my hands traverse
    her rolling mountains
    my blood hard
    and bouncing
    and thrusting between
    the weight of her belly
    and the lowermost rolls of her thigh

    she sucks, she sucks,
    i caress and massage
    the rolls
    covering
    her hardworking
    suckling
    neck
    a slurrying sound
    as she finishes
    and loosens the tube
    the the customized mould
    fit to her teeth
    and spits it to the side
    with her strong tongue.

    she groans
    and she moans
    from her pleasure-filled belly
    i climb to her face
    enter deep
    as she vacuums
    me in
    and
    i let my juice flow
    to top
    the five-point-nine liters
    of marshmallow malt
    a personal best.
    six maybe tomorrow
    with beef
    and mashed potatoes
    and my lover
    will grow
     

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