It wasn 't a day like any other

I've always had a crush on chubby nipples, big buttocks and an airy manner; under this aspect at my age no opportunity can be missed and so whenever something comes up I try to grab it. Recently, I had some business in the city center and opted for using my elder card to go by subway; because of that, first thing in the morning, I left the car in a parking lot and boarded a composition towards my destination. During the ride, something caught my eye: a chubby woman with bulging breasts stuffed inside her racing T-shirt sitting on a side bench playing with her cell phone; she was wearing a tight Bermuda suit that highlighted her thick legs and made an even more interesting appearance.
As I couldn't take my eyes off her, it was not long before she became aware of the visual harassment; at first she looked at me with a certain seriousness imprinted on her face that soon softened to become somewhat cheerful.
As soon as the doors opened she followed the flow of people walking towards the escalators; I stood where I was watching her walk away and hating my lack of initiative and loss of opportunity; suddenly, she turned her gaze toward the train looking at me and waving with her hand; I reciprocated the gesture and she again waved only that this time inviting me to get off the train so we could talk. And once more fate wanted to leave me in nostalgia with the train's doors closing sounding the whistle-sound for resuming the journey. She displayed an expression of regret as she raised her arms high in pity for the lost opportunity.
Rocking the images in my mind, I got off the subway and was on a quest to settle my affairs and find desired solutions. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't forget that fat girl and the chance I had missed by not going to meet her. It took me longer than expected and when I caught the train back I was expecting to see this fat girl again, but it didn't happen! Already at home I regretted losing such a special opportunity to flirt with the passenger of the Metro being forced to conform to my misfortune. And as the days went by, my erection grew tremendously demanding that I seek some relief.
In these comings and goings I met a young black woman who lived in the neighborhood asking for donations for herself and her sisters; she was a chubby, short-haired black girl with an impudent expression always wearing a wide worn knit blouse, rather polished bermuda jeans and a pair of Hawaiian slippers on the verge of exhaustion; when she passed me by she asked the usual question wanting to know if I had anything to give. "It depends!
"It depends on what you have to give!" she replied with an emphatic tone and a naughty expression.
I pointed out where she lived and asked her to stop by later, turning my back on the way trying to control breathing and heartbeat. My anxiety was further heightened when hours later the doorbell rang; I looked through the window and saw that it was this fat girl; I activated an electrical device opening the gate while signaling for her to come in; we had a short conversation in the living room and she asked me for a glass of water; we went into the kitchen and as she drank some water I separated several packets of biscuits and sweets. "I have some used clothes downstairs in the garage ... would you like to see them?" I asked shortly after handing over the treats. She said her name was Elza when I asked for it as we walked down the stairs toward the garage. I opened the door of the side room and pointed at the bags with donated clothing; Elza took care to empty those bags by separating out what she cared about, and I provided another one so that she could store whatever she had reserved.
"Now tell me, what do you want in return?" she asked.
"You can start by getting naked and showing me those tits of yours", I replied, pointing to a stool beside you.
With dismissive gestures Elza took off her blouse revealing the huge, slightly drooping melons crowned by flattened nipples that were scratched on being exposed; likewise she pulled down her bermuda and panties which seemed to be a larger number and somewhat loose-fitting displaying a little pocket covered with curly hair. "Now you could suck my cock!" I asked as I approached it in ragged trousers exhibiting my stiff wig; I noticed his glum look when he extended his hand strapping the pistol and initiating rhythmic masturbation. Demonstrating a certain expertise, Elza beat up the brute by rewarding me with a voracious blowjob pouring plenty of saliva on him.
To my surprise, she sucked him for a long time and then sandwiched it between her breasts imitating the Spanish woman who also seemed to execute in excellent skill; every now and again she interrupted movements by bowing her head until her tongue reached the glans that she avidly licked; for a while she alternated these gestures. "Do you want to fuck me too?" she asked with an embarrassed voice without losing the rhythm of maneuvering and licking. For the first time I was taken over by late moralism and replied not preferring that we end only on Spanish or suckling. Elza's movements intensified, and I barely had time to warn her of the joy that came hot, full and thickly licking at her lap and face.
I showed her the bathroom so she could wash and get dressed; when we returned to our room, she was carrying a bag of clothes in her hand and tried to pick up the rest. She thanked me by saying that if I had more things for donation she would come once a week. After she left, I found myself on the couch extremely worried about what I'd just done: I brought an unknown woman into my house from a street full of security cameras and greedy neighbors with their bad habit of taking care of other people's lives - all because of one fat girl who possibly never came back! Anyway, I hit the "fuck you" button and moved on.
But as Forrest Gump used to say, "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna find". A few weeks later when I was coming home from work and looking at the crowd on the exclusive track next to me I noticed an old acquaintance passenger; immediately it turned out to be that chubby little girl who had been in the subway for some time now. I gave it away.
Although amused by her mobile phone, she was poked by the woman next to her pointing out of the collective in my direction; upon seeing me she opened a wide smile and waved at me. I signaled for her to jump off at the next stop and on understanding my intention she already waved as she got up from the bench and headed towards the exit door of the bus; shortly afterwards I turned down a street just past the drop-off point and went to meet her. We greeted each other formally without stopping smiling at me and I invited her for a ride.
Already inside the car we tried to introduce ourselves by exchanging names; she said her name was Karina, but I suspected it was false; during the journey and without me asking for a destination we were getting to know each other better and laughing at that first chance encounter after our misunderstanding in the subway; at some point of our chatter she was a little more objective coming to surprise me.
"You are married, aren't you?" she asked pointing to my left ring finger.
"And where's the husband who leaves such a lovely woman wandering around alone?" I asked in an angry tone, staring at his little bastard face.
"He's travelled for work, he is a master builder", she replied with an expression of boredom.
I made no secret of my astonishment at her assertive objectivity, but did not lose the timing and soon imagined that she had some intention already on that first meeting. "So we're both in a bad way!"
"That's right! That is very good!" she replied with unbridled effusiveness. "If you have time now, we can go to my house... what do you think?"
"I'd love to, but I still have a work appointment", I replied watching the disappointed look on Karina's face.
"What time would that be?" she interrupted in a more impatient tone.
"You tell me the best time for it", I answered without hesitation.
Karina was thoughtful as she searched her mind for a solution to what seemed like an impasse. "Here's the deal, I'll show you where you can drop me off today and we will exchange cell phone numbers ... see?" she suggested after a pause; I nodded my head in full agreement with the suggestion; we stopped around a square and exchanged our numbers.
"Tomorrow I'll call you there at nine in the morning and you can meet me here!" she said firmly.
Once again I was surprised when she implied that we were going to her house for a climb, but I ignored this detail and closed the combination with her. "Beauty! But ..., tell me something..., how long have you been dry?" asked Karina in an angry tone already putting his hand on my groin whose protrusion answered your question. Without any warning she stooped until my pistol was within reach of her mouth allowing her to deliver a few lingering licks leaving me hallucinating and shivering.
When I found myself the little bitch had already opened up the tool applying a typical blow job of someone who has not tasted a stiff benga for a long time; The sucking was still accompanied by massage on the balls, licks in the rosary and a basic handshake. It didn't take her long to be surprised with my resistance to mock and after seeing that all his dedication would not be enough she decided to finish me just at the punchline; I enjoyed pleasurable with my whole body vibrating while jets of sperm were hurled into the air crashing over my lower belly also licking her hand. In closing she took her hand up to her mouth licking the semen and stared at me with a very cheeky expression.
Wait for my message tomorrow, okay? <unk> She warned me by opening the car door and see if I don't fuck up.
I waited until she was gone and started driving home; in the evening, I sent a whatsapp to my boss telling him that I would be working at home office on the following afternoon and he agreed; I took a shower to cool off and clean up Karina's traces; I ate some fruit and stayed browsing the Internet till sleep came. In bed I imagined this naked bitch ready for a good fuck and with it got an erection which forced me into late masturbation after which I fell asleep.
It was early in the morning and I had already woken up, but also excited! I drank coffee and after some chatter got ready waiting for Karina's call; I confess that I even doubted if she would really call. She didn't call me back, instead of sending a message: "Hi!" Don't wait!<unk>, she wrote making me jump off the couch and run to the car; as soon as I circled the square I could see her waiting for me wearing a regatta T-shirt and sticky bermuda; upon entering the car I realized that my breasts were free, light and loose inside the shirt which provoked a renewed stimulus in me. In a hurried way she kissed my face already indicating the path we should follow.
Karina lived on a street in the neighbourhood nearby and as soon as I turned the corner she asked me to park pointing towards the other side of the road where there was a small set of terraced houses lined up one after another, flanked on the left by a high wall, with her occupying the last building that closed off the bottom of the property. Don't worry, at this time everyone has already gone out to work except for the old woman who lives next door ... but she must still be sleeping! "Come on, come with me!" she warned as she got out of the car. With short and hurried steps Karina opened the iron gate leading down the corridor to her house door that was locked and bolted.
It was a humble dwelling of only three rooms, but well-kept with burnt waxed concrete floors and whitewashed walls; as soon as we entered the kitchen Karina was already undressing herself getting naked and coming towards me to help me do the same; kneeling before me she flung her cock making it disappear and rewarding me with a voracious blowjob. Karina was very eager and thirsty for pica sucking and swallowing until her lips touched my balls causing such excitement that I groaned without stopping; after a long time she got up and led me by the hand into the room and before lying down looked at me with a naughty expression.
-You know what I wanted? she asked in a dengue-like tone. <unk>I want you to suck me ..., my husband doesn't like it! He says that is disgusting!
-Then he doesn't know what is good! <unk> I replied with a rascal expression on my face <unk> Lie down in bed that I will give you the tongue bath that you deserve!
Immediately, Karina threw herself on the bed spreading her legs and caressing her smooth, plump pussy; I placed myself between her thighs dipping my face until my mouth reached for a cocktail that I began to lick with enormous eloquence; it didn't take much effort to soon hear her moaning and screaming at each new orgasm that erupted pouring copiously into my mouth as a delicious stimulus to continue savoring the sarcastic ramblings of naughty fat. I left that bouquet burning in flames and so moist it was more like a stream making Karina edge the madness of such hard-on pushing me away as she stared at my face with an expression of delirium.
"Fuck me, put that firecracker in here!" she shouted madly pointing the indicator to her cave.
I climbed on her and such was its lubrication that the penetration occurred all at once with a quick, deep blow causing her body to shake and her voice to become hoarse as screams followed one another without stopping; I moved my pelvis and waist so vehemently that each stroke resulted in an amusing jerk-off of Karina's body which had no control over his reactions any longer; In this climate I took advantage to lick, suck and even nibble their breasts with special attention to stupefied nipples expanding the limits of pleasure I would be able to provide for that little bitch of a kind used in motor vehicles. We were both sweating profusely, breathing heavily and I was suffering the effects of physical exertion above my limit indicating that my orgasm was very close.
"Fill my fuckin' bucket full of shit!" she responded with a razor-sharp tone when I asked her where she wanted me to end the fucking.
With more vehement movements I drove the climb to its apex feeling shivers running through my body and spasms making my muscles tighten, until fun came in abundant jets soaking Karina's sherry who still experienced one last joke that made her roll her little eyes moaning non-stop. We were so exhausted that even our untangling became a prolonged effort which when realized allowed for the vision of sperm flowing out of the cave descending on several threads. Karina was even crazier, putting her fingers in the jar and then taking them to her mouth licking and sucking as if tasting a divine delicacy.
A little later she lay down on her stomach, flaunting her fleshy and succulent butt with a body twitch in an act of provocation which excited me although I was convinced that there would not even be the slightest chance for any fruitful attempt to explore its possibilities considering my full physical exhaustion. We drank water, and Karina took care to prepare a coffee that would lift our spirits; savoring the hot strong drink she told me about her work as a cleaning lady dealing with people who were in trouble and enduring abuse from her supervisor who did not miss an opportunity to harass her.
-Do you believe that once, the hottie came into my dressing room when I was only in underwear! <unk> she commented with a disgusting tone <unk> and immediately put her dick out demanding me to give a blow job guarantee!
I asked between being curious and already excited.
"I had no choice, did I?" she replied in a discouraged tone.
I encouraged Karina to tell more about her supervisor feeling that an erection was approaching little by little and I think she realized this even fantasizing on the subject. <unk>Then? Then he didn't miss a chance to catch me when I checked cleaning in one floor of the building where I worked opening up the top part of the uniform and taking my breasts into his hands licking and sucking like a naughty puppy! Ahnnn! That was good, but I only left because it depends on the job!<unk> She continued at my request.
- Look what you've done? <unk> I commented standing up and showing off my renewed erection <unk> Now it is no use!
"Too late!" she replied, already getting down on her knees and taking the pistol in her mouth for a preparatory blowjob.
We went back to the room and she threw a handful of lubricating gel at my tool; then she got up on all fours in bed, separated her buttocks with her own hands leaving the groove exposed. <unk>Lambusa here with the gel first of all, you see?<unk>, demanded she swaying her huge butt. I rubbed a good amount into the grooves and still managed to finger the little hole listening Karina grunt softly. I took up my position, and after two vigorous kicks finally broke through the resistance by breaking into Karina's seat with a rosary making her groan and giggle but without retreating; I continued to attack the brute with forceful blows and only interrupted the advance when I realized that the pistol was stuck deep in her throat.
At the moment when I started a series of quick and deep punches, I found that this little hole was not too tight allowing for very tasty penetration; as anal fucking gained pace my strokes would reach to shake up the body of the fat girl making her slightly flaccid flesh vibrate in sync with the attack she received; I squeezed his buttocks with my hands so much that I ended up crushing it between my fingers.
I kept punching and slapping my buttocks, hoping that my partner would enjoy the pleasure she so longed for and deserved; at one point she let out a hysterical scream announcing that she had obtained an anal enjoyment whose intensity made her butt shake while still being vigorously shaken by my movements. That announcement had a surprising effect on me, causing me to accelerate my strokes which soon culminated in another orgasm not as torrential as the previous one but with the same voluptuousness of before; we remained in the puppy position unable even to sketch out a physical segregation with drops of sweat bursting through all our pores and an exasperation beyond control beating at our lungs.
When we managed to unwind Karina collapsed on the bed and in a few minutes she was sleeping soundly; not wanting to wake her I got dressed and sent a goodbye whatsapp thanking for the wonderful morning and getting ready for a session <unk> worth seeing again. As I walked down the corridor, when I arrived near the gate I noticed an old woman hanging from the window looking like waiting for my exit; our eyes crossed each other and we exchanged discreet smiles. Like an old dog, I went home to lick the wounds of my body's excessive exertion and in late afternoon took a car ride down to the little market nearby to buy something to eat. At the end of the box I noticed that same elderly woman from Karina's house smiling wistfully. As she kept staring at me with her greedy eyes I waited to see what would result from this encounter which I was sure wasn't accidental.
"Well, if you could do me a favor and take me home... look at all the bags! I can't even count!" she said as we left the market; in a few minutes I would return to the same address that morning with the old woman still asking me to carry her groceries into her house.
"Don't you want coffee?" she asked in a very cursing tone.
Before I could answer, the old woman ripped off her worn-out knit dress and showed herself naked to me; I examined her body as well as the situation and upon seeing her rolling ass experienced a fortuitous erection that shook my perception. "Let's go to bed, you dirty old bitch!
I separated the buttocks by salivating over the gutter and doing likewise on my fingernail; I gave a few brush strokes and without warning forced an voracious nudge that shook the old woman's body, and already in the second attempt succeeded to lace up the hole putting the rosary inside it and going ahead sticking into the rest of the stick with forceful blows hearing the snot growling muffled and giggling her butt. My stabs became even more intense and deep reaching punishing that ass and making her body tremble at every new blow.
-Argh! Afff! Ahnnn! There's nothing better than to give the ass! Ahh! <unk> she babbled with her broken voice and panting breath <unk> Don't stop! Aahh! So it is good! Aaaaah! Go go! You are almost having fun!
Stimulated by the old bitch's words I intensified my movements, but soon felt a physiological charge subjecting my body to an almost agony of painful involuntary muscle spasms accompanied with bone compression undermining my performance and requiring me to give it all in order to get through this anal fuck. It was surprising that mutual enjoyment culminated at the same time filling the room with screams and moans. The old woman collapsed on her sweaty, breathless bed and I separated from her seeking physical relief as she eventually fell asleep dressing up and left. Along the way I thought that I would never risk pushing my body to its limit, but still it occurred to me that this was not really just any day!