I was on the mend from a long illness and surgery. Having a new computer, I set out to use the “free” hours up, and ran across her in a chat room.
We did not really connect until many more visits to the chat area.. and started to do private chats and IM, buddy listing.
Then one night we just sort of clicked and got going with cyber.. which was nice, as I think she came.. just from the words. That was cool, so we exchanged pix. Hers was a little out of focus, so left much to my imagination… mine was a year or so old. I had sort of jokingly described myself to those I met in chat rooms as short, fat, balding, and coke-bottle bottom glasses. I never chose to disabuse her of that, and even played it up. She described herself as native american and gave me her stats. I imagined Pocahontas from the Disney thing.. based on the photo and her numbers. She 9kilo, 178cm, a stated 36y.o.
Well after the first few cyber dates, we decided to exchange phone numbers and she gave me her 800#. We would meet online and arrange to call at all times of the day… Phone loving at all hours.
Since I had never actually done much with a woman, and was laid up, I would pop in a porno and describe to her what I would do .. based on what I was seeing. She loved the attention and we grew much closer. To the point where I was going to meet my new “Friend” one day when she was supposed to come to town for a job interview.
We arranged to meet at the bar in her hotel. Just for coffee and a chat, NOTHING more. Sure we joked about acting out the many stories we had shared, but I did not want to pressure her, and was more interested in getting to know my pal, than to screw her.
The day she was supposed to fly in, she called to tell me she had fallen and broken her leg. I was broken up, because she had left me at the bar in this hotel, and called after I got back home. BITCH! I thought while she explained her sorry situation, and I finally came around to feeling sorry for her.
We arranged to meet two months later, when she had rescheduled the interview. In the mean time we chatted and called and fell deeper in “love”. I went from just enjoying a new friend to being in deeper lust and getting exceedingly HORNY waiting for the chance to call and stroke off, while getting her hot, and watching the porno with the sound down.
She missed that visit too. When we would talk about our lives and share, she would sometimes mention that she was a big girl. It usually came out when we spoke of things that may hurt us emotionally, and I always thought she meant it as her ability to deal with the pain involved. Silly me, who was rather naive.
We finally got solid plans to meet and go camping, as she was coming out to the west to a family reunion. I was overjoyed. She had sent me more recent photos that seemed to be of the same person, but they were all slightly different, so that I was just guessing who I was meeting at the airport gate.
The day and airplane arrived and I was nervous, sweating, and tingly in my shorts. Many women who could have met her description disembarked… some rather enticing.. and one I was just about to go up and hug, when she saw me and hugged me first. Not the one I was headed to, I may add.
What I had been chatting with was a “Big” girl.. in the queenly fashion. I found that she had spend months losing a bunch of weight, and even then she was larger than me. I looked almost like my picture and not at all short, fat, blind, or bald.
Well, I was too intoxicated with love and lust to let this be a large setback and we slobbered all over each other as we waited for her bags. I marvelled at how tight her ass was under her overalls and was taken with actually being able to tast HER, and not just lick the salty residue from the panties she had sent me.
It was rather heady, to be holding a real live woman who made my heart jump about in my chest and my hands tingle. I could not keep my hands off of her and she was without restraint in fondling me, rubbing my turgid tube steak through my 501s. I was sure that my shorts were wet as could be and I felt on the verge of release for hours as we drove to the campsite.
I had a difficult time paying attention to the road as she massaged my love pipe and I her muff through the denim. For almost 90 minutes we did this, until we both had to pee, so I pulled off to a rest stop and we both did our business. Much better, but I found out why her ass was so firm, a girdle of seemingly kevlar was holding her in, and when I tried to insert my hand between her skivies, it was near crushed. I would have to satisfy myself with frottage, until later.
We arrived at the camp ground and quickly set up the tent while it was still light. It was our perfect love nest, as comfy as we could make it. With most haste we removed our shoes and lay upon the open sleeping bags to slowly explore each other and kiss. This was going to be it!! I was going to be making love to this women who get me hot for so many months. AS I slowly unbuttoned her bib, and undid the shirt below, my raging 2 by 4 was being rubbed raw and trying to burst the steel buttons of my Levis.
Her nimble hands had helped me remove my shirt and where working on the jeans, teasing my poor pecker, while I was slipping her shirt and bra off, to liberate her breast. Not huge, but a nice hand and mouthful, which I partook of . Suckling at first her left then right, she shivered and finally released my throbbing manhood. It felt incredible in her warm hands as she stroked it and let her fingertips slide and glide on the dew drop on the tip. My inhalations were caught more than once by the heat of her touch, and when she moved to take me in her mouth it was heaven.
I, in the mean time tried to free her gushing snatch from the grip of death this evil lingerie had upon it. Her knickers were past damp, and I could smell the heat of her bubbling desire. I had to stop the miracle going on to my bouncing boner, as her expert hands coddled my nuts and fingered my shaft, to have her assist me in opening the path to her pussy.
Hiding below the elastic was her golden snatch, dripping with juices my fingers slid deeping into. Also, the deflated paunch, her weight loss had left her. As I entered her, she spasmed and moaned. I allowed her to resume her ministrations to my full phallus, as I fondled her sweet mounds, and slid both fingers and tongue to tickle her bloated labia and flowing fluids.
Within s I was awash in her sweet juices. Finding her throbbing clit with my tongue only bathed me in more. Thrusting my stiff lengual probe deep into her made her buck and gasp, increasing her attention to my popping, pulsing pork shaft… but I did not feel the impending release build.
She on the other hand had taken pleasure immense in my tongues thrusts, twat lips softly grasped between teeth and mouth, tongue twirled upon erect clit, fingers buried to palm in her cavernous cunt, thumb pressed gently, but steady on her anus, massaging her perineum. My face coated with her love liquid, shining and slippery from chin to forehead. I could taste, smell, hear, feel her as she clenched down upon all I had in her, time and again. … unitl I am sure her jaw ached and she begged me to mount her.
Rather glad to be able to wipe my face and finally plunge my overworked tool into her… the passions and excitement of her orgasms, making me feel my own pleasure would surely over inflate my penis such that my balls themselves would tear free. I clambered aboard.
As I slowly guided my throbbing missle to its home, it parted her moistness, silently slipping to a shallow grave, because… for some reason the hydrolics failed me… I could not stay stiff.. not even heavy. My poor pud had retreated at the touch of her queam.
A shock to us both, but not to be dettered, she rolled me over to my back and straddled me. I had never had that happen in over s, since high school wrestling. Somebody larger than me, pinned me down and it was just as exciting… Mr. pounding pork missle, just crept deeper into my crotch, almost as if trying to suck itself into my scrotum, which itself was begging to burst.
As disconcerting as it was, she was not going to give up and forced the soft head into the gaping maw of her cunt. The sensation was interesting and in itself rather enjoyable. I was slightly ashamed at not being able to perform. She rocked back and forth, trying to suck him in as deep as her quivering vaginal muscles would allow. With full attention to her task, for what felt like an hour, she tried to drive me deeper and deeper, all the while her tummy slapping on me, while I fondled her pert breasts and toyed with her nipples.
Finally she came. Forcefully and even my diminshed pecker felt the clamping and clenching of her cunt. That did induce a bit of a rise, but it quickly subsided. I was aghast at my performance. She was confounded, and confused… Did I not love her, what did she do wrong… talk about performance anxiety!!!
We tried to consumate the act, but my dorky dick would not oblige. The oral was wonderful, and she could ride a moustache like a pro, but for some reason, my sperm were being held hostage by… what could only be recalcitrant union representatives. Obviously this was not in their contract. I grant that it could have been the newness, the tent, her size, the other folks from her family around us.. who knows… Johnny was just not gonna shoot that day!
In the morning after another try, we went to wash up, and decided to pack the tent and head into town for breakfast. While there, we caressed and fondled, until my shorts were once more strained and sticky, and she had drenched another set of panties. Hot was the least descriptive word for how horny we were. I knew I needed to plunge into her and take her like a man, if not a limp boy!
We decided to spend the rest of the weekend in a cheap motel with what turned out to be paper thin walls. I took her to into the bathroom to maybe soak in the tub to relax, but all that was there was a shower, so we softly soaped each other up and washed it off. I massaged her scalp as she applied shampoo to my hair. Out steamy shower lasted for almost an hour, while we licked and slurped at each others body’s. Her juices flowing with the hot water, and washing off my face as soon as deposited. Still no cooperation from my penis on the release of its hostage sperm.
Almost totally unable to stand any longer we both fell into bed, and cuddled up for a nap, the cool breeze of the A/C perking up her nipples, as my cock nestled in the crack of her ass. And we slept.
I awoke to find I had a raging hard on, and she was atop me, slowing swallowing my phallus in her dripping cunt. HOT and WET, it slid deeper and deeper into her. I was HARD AND HOLDING! It was INCREADABLE!! Her hot cunt engulfed my staff and I felt her cervix with the head of my cock. She started to move slowly and at first her stomach stayed out of the way.. but as her drive and ride became more vigorous, it too started to dance its own ballet. I in the meantime was busy with her breast and our tongues would flick together, my cock getting sucked into her with each rock of her hips and grind of her pelvic bone into mine.
I felt the juices cover my inner thighs and pool at the crack of my ass, making it slippery too. More and more violently she rode my pole, as if pinned and trying to wrest herself free from what had impaled her. Her tits were tracking arcs on my chest and she had pinned my hands above my head. I sucked her tongue and agently bit her lips. We could not be stopped. My Bone stiff prick was not going to subside or surrender this time.
I felt her breathing hasten and she started to gasp, in little welps and squeals. Her back stiffened and for some reason the juices trebled. I wondered if she were going to lose quarts of the stuff, when she came with such force and her cunt clamped down on its captive pecker, that I feared it would be ripped from its roots.
I rolled her onto her back, still in the deathgrip of her pussy and thrust and pounded her with my raging dong for almost an hour, slowing only as she came again and again. Each time the grip her kunt had more forceful as is pinched my pork. But I was on a mission now! I had to come, and I would keep stroking and thrusting until my body was no longer able to take it. We changed positions numerous times, from taking her on her side, spooning, legs up in the air, doggy, facing, standing, sitting, against the wall, over a chair, pressed agains the cold plate glass window, stradled facing away… anything we could think of. Her hands, my hands, blow job– that damn thing would not go off!
For almost five hours this went on. I was getting weak in the legs and though she was a veritable spring of libricating fluid, I was getting raw and she was becoming chapped. On the verge of giving up, she mounted me one last time and slowly rode me.
Taking her time and my concentrating on the feel of my cock engulfed in her cradling vagina, the head slowly slipping and sliding along the walls so moist, smooth and honey thick, started to make the feeling of fullness well up in me. Our rhythem started to synch again and I rose up to meet her every movement. Thrust meeting pary, climbing to higher, stiffer, shivering, stuttering toe curling, teeth clenching, thunderous ORGASM as I shot a hot, heaping wad of lava like jism. So forceful was my release, that when it hit her inside she screamed in shock and surprise, face went flush, she quivered and squealed and now I surely thought I had lost my dick to the over endowed love muscle deep in her twat! This, my first and I feared only time to fuck a women, as she was to unroot the tree that allowed my family jewels to make decendants.
Happily that did not take place, and we fell fast asleep. I woke up five hours later and was as horny as I had been waiting to meet her at the airport. She, asleep, was stil dripping juices and my load into ass crack, so I gently slipped my cock to her pussy and massaged there until my hard dick was throbbing, and she moaning, then I glided the stiff staff to her ass, and slipped it in. It met no resistance as I buried it to the hilt and slowly began to stroke it in and back.
Not yet fully awake and I am sure semi-dreaming, Riversong, spread her legs and tilted her pelvis to make my stokes deeper. Her ass was much tighter than her snatch, but for the times she came. I was sure that if her cunt were able to do as it did, I was sure to snap off my dick inside her poop shoot, but could not stop myself from reaching full blow. Cum flew with gusto from as prong, ramming in her ass, as my right hand massaged and played with her willing pudding. Full five fingers entering her open cunt, as she moaned in joy. The effect of her bear trap snatch on my hand was instense and I unloaded again in her ass, having left it heavy and happy inside her.
WE dressed and showered, grabbed a breakfast at a roadside diner and I raced to get her to the airport, so she could be back to work in the morning. While we fondled each other, she decided to share her real life story with me.
She was really 42, not 36, had three kids, the youngest a high school sophomore, had been part of a recently broken up drug running operation bringing coke up from Mexico, and I was the best lay she had ever had. My stomach turned as I learned all she had told be was far from the truth I had understood, and though we would fuck again a few more times, I could no longer trust this person, so broke it off, and let her entrap some other naive guy.
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