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BBW I grew up in a fairly big family, extended family, with aunts uncles etc. And most of the women were lets say not skinny. Some were even quite large. So as a young man I was use to larger women. And as I grew up I guess I looked at them just like I looked at women of lesser size. I knew I liked them all. Betsy worked at the local diner. She was the cashier/hostess. She had small dark eyes, curly dark brown hair and lots of it, falling down around her face and shoulders. Her eyeglasses were round and rimless. Her mouth was small for a bigger gal as she was about five feet seven and nearing two hundred pounds or so. Her lips were thin and she licked them occasionally with a pointy very pale pink tongue. And the softest voice I think I had ever heard from a full grown woman. It was almost a whisper. I worked third shift and stopped in most every morning on my way home to bed. I'd have a glass of juice, a bagel and read the morning paper at a booth near the front door, quite close to her counter. She was shy and near my age at the time. So I would enjoy the occasional glance her way and once in awhile comment on something concerning the day. The weather, the news. She would smile, respond softly and usually glance at the floor. Slowly over time we became friends. And as we did so I began to notice more than just her smile. She always wore casual clothes, but sometimes a skirt and blouse or sweater. Some days I would comment on them and compliment her. She seemed uncomfortable at first but eventually she would smile. As time went on her selection of clothes changed a bit. The sweaters began to be a little tighter, the skirts just a little shorter. The blouses a little lower cut in the front. I and probably all the customers couldn't help but notice her large chest, ample behind and a round tummy that pushed out in front. Eventually our conversations became more extensive and intimate. She didn't have a boyfriend. Seldom dated. As we became good friends she finally confided in me that she had had an affair with a married man. I was a bit shocked as I had no idea before hand and had never thought of her in that way. Not that I didn't think she was attractive or that she might enjoy sex. Its just that she seemed so conservative, well until the wardrobe changes. But the affair had ended. And she was lonely. It was late one afternoon that I stopped in for a quick glass of ice tea. Betsy was still behind her counter but getting ready to leave for the day. The afternoon evening replacement was there and the shift was about to change. As I paid my bill Betsy was putting her coat on and we both went out the door together. She was headed for the bus stop and home. For some reason I asked if I could give her a ride. Just being polite and a friend. She said, that would be nice. On the way we just engaged in general conversation. When we got to her house, a well maintained small four room post WW2 tract house in a quiet neighborhood, she directed me down the alley and to park in the rear. Then she asked if I had time to come in. I did. Without being too naive it did occur to me that perhaps she had more than just conversation on her mind. And she did. We entered through the back of course and into the kitchen. She directed me to a vinyl and steel chair at a small formica table as she stepped to the frig, cabinets, and table to pour me a glass of tea. Then she was gone out and down the short hallway for parts unknown. As she whispered "I'll be right back." When she returned a couple of minutes later she was no longer in her cafe duds. She wore a long pink terrycloth robe with matching slippers. The robe hugged her substantial curves and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her huge melons wobbled with each step and move. As I sat pushed back from the table in the small room, she calmly walked to me and then sat on my lap. Leaned down and kissed me full on the lips. Not a friendly kiss, a passionate kiss. Her small pointy tongue speared deep in my mouth and the warmth of her full butt spread across my lap. She caressed my face with a cool hand as she kissed me. When she pulled back I started to say something but she put her fingers over my lips and shushed me. "Please, let me" she whispered. And she kissed me again. And again. I kissed her back. She slowly slid from my lap onto her knees in front of me. When I started to say something she shushed me again. And her look was almost pleading. When I sat quietly, she slowly opened the robe. She whispered, " I want to show you my titties." And she did. Cupped them in her small thick fingers. Lifted them off her round belly, and squeezed them a little. The aureoles were huge and pale pink, her nipples flat and just slightly darker. The robe opened more and I could see she still wore white full back panties. Her patch of pubic hair nestled below her belly showed dark through the thin nylon. I could feel my arousal as I watched her. She let the titties drop from her hands and immediately reached for my belt buckle. When I started to grab her hands with mine, she looked up and whispered, "Please" and I let her. She fumbled with the buckle and then the zipper. She grabbed my waist band, looked up at me and I knew to raise my ass off the chair. When I did, she pulled hard, and my pants and undershorts were quickly at my ankles. My hard cock poking up from my groin. She leaned in, rested her big tits on the insides of my knees, both hands reaching for my cock and balls, one squeezing the shaft the other cupping the hairy sack. Before I could blink those small pale lips surrounded my swollen cock head and she licked the sensitive tip. She moaned softly. I'll never forget that moan. Then she took almost the entire cock in her warm wet mouth, the head hitting the entrance to her throat. And she sucked, softly, but urgently. Slowly dragging her mouth back up the shaft until the head rested at her wet shiny lips, Her tongue dancing at the peehole. A look of pure pleasure and satisfaction on her face. My smile reflected in her small rimless glasses. Again and again she did the same thing, her fingers cupping my balls massaging them gently as she sucked and licked. It was incredible. I resisted the urge to cum and it was damn difficult. She was talented and she was enjoying herself. Two powerful<b> aphrodisiacs. </font></b>I had the urge to shoot to scream to shake to grab her hair but I held on to the seat of the chair and as much of my control as I could. When I couldn't stand it any longer I softly grabbed her curly hair and urged her to stop. With the head of my cock swollen, ready to burst open, gently resting in her shiny lips, she looked up at me. When I told her that she had to stop or I was gonna cum, without taking the head out of her mouth she mumbled, "I want you to". And kept on sucking and licking. Her long curls tickling my legs and stomach. The pleasure forced my eyes closed. In the darkness I could see her sucking my cock, feel the urgency of her mouth and my death approaching. Things turned red, my breathing stopped and the world spun. Joy erupted. And she swallowed and kept sucking, licking, then kissing, rubbing her lips around and over the wetness as it kept coming. Then she laid her head in my lap, her big tits flat against my thighs, her arms circled my hips, she nestled there, my hands came up and I caressed the soft robe stretched across her wide back. She hummmed, "mmmmmm, thanks". And I nearly cried. |
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