Story 34 #2
He grabbed her ass, his hands moving up beneath her skirt, right up to where he wanted them to be, and pulled her to him, pushing his crotch against hers, his cock throbbing and rock-hard in his pants, desperate to be released.
His kisses returned to her lips, and then they were pushing one another's clothes off, and when he had her blouse off her body, his hands went to her, moving over the plumpness of her, feeling the swell of her stomach, the slight folds of her.
One hand then went up to take hold of one of her breasts, squeezing it, before his other hand went behind her back and undid her bra, pulling it off to reveal her to him fully.
He pulled back from their kiss to look at her breasts in amazement. They were everything that he had ever imagined that they would be, huge and heavy, with large, dark nipples.
She smiled at him as he looked at them, stroking his face as though to tell him to go for it, that they were his for the taking.
He started to kiss her again, his hands on her breasts, massaging them, his cock throbbing more urgently than ever, and then he lifted one of her breasts, bending to it, sucking on it.
She moaned, with one hand on the back of his head, and his lips pushed greedily at her nipple, his tongue flicking at it, and her other hand then went to the front of his pants, squeezing the hardness there before she started to undo them, pulling his cock out,
and he felt her start to jerk him off enthusiastically.
One of his hands was on one of her thighs now, moving up between her legs, and then he was rubbing at the front of her panties before pushing them to one side, finding her already wet, already ready for his touch, and he started to rub at her pussy,
moving up to her clit and pushing at it with his thumb, rubbing back and forth over it.
He moved from one breast to the next, feeling the way that her body quivered with delight as he continued to pleasure her.
She was jerking him off faster now, and he knew that he needed to slow things down somewhat.
He dropped to his knees then, pushing her skirt up, grabbing hold of her panties, and pulling them down. His hands stroked her chubby legs, loving the feeling of her full thighs, her soft flesh.
She was looking down at him, breathing heavily.
He rubbed at her clit lightly, and she shuddered, gasping.
Then, he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him as he pushed his face between her legs, feeling her warm juices on his face, his tongue pushing into her, his face rubbing at her pussy, and then his tongue went to her clit, running back and forth across it.
She gasped and then cried out. She leaned forward and put her hand on the back of his head, and he buried his face deeper, deeper, in there, his tongue working furiously on her clit and then pushing inside her, tasting her.
Then, she was climbing off the desk, pushing him back, and then pulling him to his feet.
She licked at his face, tasting herself, and then she dropped to her knees before him.
She grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the tip on her plump cheeks, and then she took it in her mouth, taking just the tip at first and then taking more, more of it, taking it all, holding his cock deep in her mouth, her soft lips pushed against it as she sucked on it,
and then her head was bobbing back and forth.
Then, she was getting to her feet, bending over the desk, pulling her skirt up to expose her plump ass, spreading her legs and showing her pussy, and looking back at him expectantly.
He moved in close behind her and grabbed hold of her waist, and then he was pushing her cock into her pussy, and she let out a long, low moan as he filled her up, feeling the warm wetness all around his cock, and then he pulled her back to him, wanting to be as deep inside her as possible.
He held his cock inside her for several moments, and then he started to thrust into her, going slowly at first, trying to contain the wild desire within him.
She raised herself up from her position, bent over the desk slightly, and one of his hands slid up beneath one of her breasts, grabbing it and squeezing it.
Then, he pulled out of her, gasping. He grabbed hold of her and turned her around, pushing her back so that she was sitting on the desk facing him, just as she had been when they had first gotten started in this office.
She spread her legs, and he moved between them, and then her arms went around his shoulders, and he grabbed her thighs as he pushed his cock into her.
He started fucking her again, fucking her harder now, and she was crying out, right into his face.
He looked at the way that her breasts bounced so wonderfully, and then he pushed his face down between them, feeling one of her hands there, holding him there, as he fucked her harder, harder, her cries growing louder, louder.
Maybe someone else in the office would be able to hear it.
He didn’t care. He was so caught up in this moment, in his wild fucking of this gorgeous woman, that he didn’t care about anything other than the feel of her body, the feel of his cock inside her.
And then, as she let out a long cry, he came inside her, gasping, and then he pulled out of her, looking at her incredible body as she sat there, panting, her breasts heaving wonderfully, seeing the sweat standing out on her forehead.
He went to her then and kissed her slowly, sensually, and she kissed him back in the same way, one hand on his face and the other on his ass, giving it a playful squeeze.
She was wild, crazy, delicious, and he wanted more of her, more of what they had just been doing.
But if he had thought that it was a prelude to something else, he was in for a serious disappointment.
She pushed him back slightly and smiled in his face.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long, long time,” she purred.
“Me too,” he admitted, thinking that this meant that they were going to be getting down to some more fun soon enough.
However, instead, she hopped off the desk and started to pull her clothes on.
“What are you doing?” he asked, somewhat dismayed. She looked at him.
“Well, we’ve had our fun now,” she said, “time to get back to the party. I’m just glad we got to do it before I left.”
She saw the look on his face and laughed lightly. She stroked his face and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t look so sad,” she muttered, “we had our fun, didn’t we?”
“I…I guess so,” he said, as she pulled her clothes back on, hiding those wonderful curves that he’d had so much fun with.
And then she walked out, back to the party, and that seemed to be the end of things.
He kept looking over at her for the rest of the party, thinking about her, wanting her, and whenever she glanced over and caught him looking at her like that, she just smirked to herself.
Eventually, he left the party alone. He was disappointed, but as time went by, he learned to appreciate the fun that they'd had, rather than thinking about how much more fun he would have liked to have.
Now, however, he kept finding himself thinking about bigger girls and wanting to try something similar.
He wanted to feel that softness, those curves.
He wanted to see if all bigger girls were as much fun as she had been.
He didn't know if they would be or not, but he was sure that he'd have a lot of fun finding out.
He found himself thinking about that wonderful encounter as he had a shower, found himself getting hard as he remembered her soft body, the eager way that she had sucked on his cock, and how good it had felt to be inside her.
As he finished his jog, he was lost in his thoughts of her. So lost, in fact, that at first he didn’t even notice that there was a new car parked outside the house across the street.
When he spotted it, however, he stopped and looked over at it, suddenly feeling as though some great change was taking place, as though this car somehow signalled something momentous.
However, he couldn’t just stand there, staring at the new car across the street, so he went inside and had a shower.
When he had finished his shower, he sat down to get on with some work, but he found himself becoming increasingly distracted as he wondered to himself who the new neighbor could be. Now that the day had finally arrived, he felt impatient to find out more about them.
Looking at his laptop screen, he sighed and shook his head. He knew that if he didn't just go over there and find out for himself, then he would end up spending the entire day distracted and wanting some answers.
He decided that the best thing to do was to just go over and introduce himself.
Feeling pleased that he had made the decision, he got to his feet and headed to the house across the street.
As he knocked on the door, he started to feel some doubts. What if the new person was busy? What if they didn’t want to see visitors?
But then she answered the door, and any doubts that he might have had left his mind completely.
Suddenly, he felt shellshocked by what he was seeing.
In some ways, he felt as though this was Andrea, somehow transplanted across the street from him and altered slightly.
It took him a moment to really appreciate the woman that he was looking at, to take her all in, and to appreciate that she was, in fact, even more beautiful than Andrea.
She was a similar size, maybe slightly plumper, and with even larger, more wonderful breasts.
Her skin was slightly darker, looking tanned and glowing. She had thick, long, blonde hair and big, blue eyes. She looked wholesome, in some way, with cute dimples, full, luscious lips, and a small nose.
While her face was beautiful, it was her size that really drew his attention, and he found himself staring at her, trying his best to hold her gaze and not look down at her body.
She was wearing tiny denim shorts that showed off her thick thighs, and he had a feeling that her ass would look incredible in them, straining to be freed, straining to rip those shorts apart.
She looked as though she was about the same age as him, maybe slightly older.