Chubby Missy and my big cock

 

Many things in this story really happened. Names have been changed, duh!
The late 80’s my career as a construction worker neared its zenith. I was
31, living in a one bedroom apartment on ——– St. in ———-, VA.
My girlfriend was 22 . Happy were we, but actually,
blissfully ignorant was I.
Sandy was blonde, 5’10, 160 lbs, a BIG girl . . her hands were as big
as mine, but her body, ahh well, she was fine! Big tits and ass, though
not fat and everything nice and firm. We had been together 5 years . . I
started fucking her during her junior year of high school. And she loved
to fuck! Hard and long, I regularly broke rubbers in her when I used them
at all, and a couple of times the base of my cock was black and blue from
the intensely punishing dicksmanship that she demanded. The third time I
got her pregnant, we decided she would have the kid, that is where my son
appeared on the scene. In retrospect one of the best decisions I ever
made. Anyways this happened when my son was 18 months old. At the time,
I was just as dumb as you can imagine, little heeding the signs that, had
I been I more perceptive, would have led me to the conclusion that Sandy
was screwing around on me.
Because she WAS screwing around on me! I left early to be at the job by
6AM every day, and her boyfriend, the unemployed piece of shit, would come
in after I left, eat my food, drink my beer, and fuck my woman. And the
bitch wasn’t taking care of my son, I would come home in the afternoon and
find him crying, his diapers packed with shit. That pissed me off and we
were always having words about it. But as far as our sex life was
concerned, it was OK as long as I got it at night before I went to sleep,
and usually again before dawn, spreading her legs while she was asleep and
pushing my cock deep inside of her. Working off the morning wood in her
hot cunt, until I busted my nut in her pussy. Good thing she got fixed
when she dropped the kid, or I’d of knocked her up some more times. The
way her cunt would suck the jism out of my bone!
And like I said, someone was keeping it warm for me while I was at work,
but I didn’t know it at the time. That is when Missy came to live with
us. Missy was one of Sandy’s friends. She was a brunette, only 5’3″ but
she was built . . her tits were not overly huge but good handfuls . . but
her ass . . ah, what an ass! For a man who likes a big firm ass on a
woman . . if you are like that you know exactly what I mean! If not,
tough shit! Poor Missy had a fight with her mom, and needed somewhere to
live. And of course she had no job or money, but Sandy told her I would
let her stay in our apartment! I was wondering what was up the night she
asked me, because she had just blown me enthusiastically without any
begging on my part. I knew she wanted me to do something. Of course I
said yes, as soon as she asked me, the plan was hatched. Even with my
balls freshly emptied, my dick stiffened when I thought about Missy. And
her ass.
Next day, Missy arrived. I was genial as I helped her carry her meager
posessions into my apartment. She looked better than I remembered her
looking when I met her before. It was that ass that set her apart in my
memory from the rest of Sandy’s dippy girlfriends I had met. She had a
sweet face, with brown eyes and wavy brown hair past her shoulders. She
was very quiet and submissive . . nervous, watching my every move, but I
quickly set her at ease. I got her settled, and then Missy and Sandy and
I went out together and I bought us dinner.
That evening found Missy and I alone together, as Sandy announced she
was going out to visit “friends”. I was watching TV and drinking beer . .
just acting very cool and normal, though my brain seethed with evil
thoughts! I noticed she seemed as though she was on the verge of speaking
to me several times, and she responded fast and eagerly every time I asked
her to bring me another beer from the fridge . . perfect! I continued to
pay attention to the TV set, and after a time Missy excused herself to
take a shower. She returned wearing a short terry bathrobe, then came
back in the living room and resumed watching television with me.
The movie on TV ended and I switched it off. I had her bring me another
cold one, and she nearly tripped over herself fetching me my beer. She
then moved to sit where she had been previously, but I gestured to
indicate that she should sit on the couch by me instead. I expended some
small talk, then moved in for the kill.
“How much can you afford to help with the rent?”, I said, and saw her
stiffen with anxiety . . . she had been dreading this moment! She began
to mumble some crap about looking for a job, her eyes pleading as she
regarded my impassive expression. I remained quiet as she blathered,
merely gazing at her . . at last she fell silent. I reached over and
gently took one of her hands in both of mine.
“Dont worry about it at all Missy!”, I exclaimed, smiling at her. Still
holding her hand in one of mine, with my other I ran fingertips up her arm
to her shoulder and back down. She caught her breath suddenly. “I’m sure
we can work it out.”
I felt like grinning, but I continued to maintain a sincere expression,
as I explained what I would require of her. At first she demurred, but I
had her over the barrel, and my persuasion and insidious touching crumbled
her initial resistance. Ten mintues later her tongue was in my mouth, and
my hand inside her robe. The tips of my fingers caressed the underside of
a breast while my thumb dueled with the hardening nipple.
I did not waste words, action was my plan! I broke the kiss, then I
stood up and picked her up bodily in my arms. She wasn’t expecting it.
It was no sweat for me, a mature dominant male at the peak of his
strength! Carrying her as though she weighed nothing, I walked to the
bedroom. I pushed open the door with my foot, entered and strode to the
bed, where I deposited my squirming burden.
Her robe fell open, exposing her tits to my lewd gaze and her white
cotton bikini panties, stretched tight over her plump little cunt mound.
I was atop her in an instant, kissing, sucking, rubbing, licking . . . my
fingers slid down her belly and beneath the elastic waistband of her
panties, and she gasped as my forefinger slipped between her labia.
Reflexively, the tip of that finger began to rotate gently at the upper
end of the boat, but for some reason, I couldn’t feel the little man that
should have been there. I whipped off her bloomers and I stiffened my
thumb to apply more rotation to her sugar plum . . . poked and stroked til
my wrist got numb but I still didn’t hear no dynamo hum!
I was giving her no time at all to consider. I think it was all just
happening so FAST for Missy right then, as I began to apply my tongue to
her. And I got a really good look, from mere inches away, as my slippery
and muscular tongue lapped her sweet-tasting pussy. Even holding her cunt
lips spread open with my fingers, I didn’t see a clit! What was up with
that? It had to be there! I never heard of a woman not having one, and
this is the USA, by God, not one of those uncivilized countries where they
cut them off! I was heartened by the fact that her whole body convulsed
every time my tongue licked over where it should have been. I began to
lick more rapidly, and had her twitching and gasping. I looked and saw
that she NOW had a clit, it had just needed some good attention to swell
up and be noticeable. I kept up what I was doing, and she grabbed my hair
and tried to pull me closer, I rewarded her by licking harder, and then
she was shaking and moaning . . I eased up on her then, and looked at her
there on the bed . . oh my! Her pussy was shining wet from my oral
exertions, and her whole torso had turned bright red, all the way up past
her tits! Like her whole body was blushing. I had read that some women
do this, but had not SEEN it up to now.
I returned to what I was doing. Lickety smack kissing her fragrant
young cunt! I would hold her open for a while to have maximum tongue
access, then walk the fingers of both hands tickling across her tits and
belly, ass, thighs and legs. Need I say that at this point I was kind of
HARD? In only moments, I thought, I would be skewering her upon the pork
sword! As a matter of course, I attempted digital penetration. Oh what
an evening of surprises! I slowly began pushing my forefinger inside of
her. But I had not gotten to the second knuckle when she yelled and
clamped down on my finger, like NOTHING I had ever felt before. She
scooted her ass up on the bed, getting away from me and what I was doing.
“Don’t!” She was trying to catch her breath, I could not read the
expression on her face. But this didn’t fit into my plans!
“Missy, what’s wrong honey? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin!”
“No! It’s just that . . . I can’t do this!”
Foiled! Balked in carrying out my scheme, I nonetheless realized that
other opportunities were sure to arise. I displayed tolerance.
“OK sweetie. Just thought we had an understanding.” I let it go, not
caring to use that bludgeon just now. What I wanted to use was actually
painful right then! I had not even taken off my pants. I stood up and
whipped them off! I looked at her, and her eyes were riveted to my cock.
Penis dimension time — 7 3/4″, 6″ circumference, 2 1/2″ wide at the base.
No Holmes by any means, but it serves me. I had not even yet suggested
that she think of a way to deal with what she was staring at, when she sat
up on the bed. She wrapped a hand around my throbbing dick, and without
another word, closed her mouth around its head and started to suck noisily
while pulling gently upon it. I think that my facial expression was
vacant and idiotic about then, I recall that I was drooling a bit. It
didn’t take me long before my knees were trembling and I gritted my teeth
and tried not to scream as I began to come.
Well dammit again, instead of swallowing, she took away her mouth, and
rubbed my spurting cock all over her breasts. I collapsed on the bed
after it was over, I had not felt anything that great in a long time! I
felt something nice and warm, Missy had wetted a washcloth with warm water
and was washing off my prick. Then she turned off the light, snuggled up
beside me, and we slept together that night for the first time.
Weeks passed, and it was Sandy who found herself sleeping on the couch,
not Missy. Not that Sandy really cared, her needs were being taken care
of. I had finally caught on, about that. Missy was responsible for me
not being upset about it. But try as I might,I couldn’t get Missy to let
me FUCK her! Blowjobs and handjobs are fine, but fucking’s where its at!
And it happened, that very soon after I found out about Sandy’s boyfriend,
that that fine fellow was out of circulation for a while, having been
thrown in jail. Yes it was mighty fine, Missy would get me all worked up,
then I would send her out of the room and tell her to have Sandy get her
ass in my bed and submit to fucking. Great, but I still yearned to put it
to Missy! But how to do it?
One night, I bade Missy fetch Sandy, I was at that point. Sandy came in
the room and stripped down immediately. I was poised to take her when
suddenly, another evil idea occurred to me! I got up and went to the
door, and called to Missy, who had begun to watch television. “Turn off
that show and come in here and watch this one!” I commanded!
Sandy started to giggle.
“Huh?” Missy hadn’t caught on. But she turned it off and came in the
bedroom. And she saw us completely nude, Sandy laid out on the bed ready
to receive my woody.
“I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing!” And at that, I
mounted Sandy, just taking her, fast and very hard the way she liked it.
I glanced at Missy from the corner of my eye and she was fascinated.
Sandy wrapped her legs around my back, and I heard Missy murmur “god!” as
she got an unobstructed view of my dick burying itself in Sandy’s cunt.
The thought of her watching had me immensely turned on. And I was
fantasizing about her as she watched. That was it, I couldn’t last. As I
came, I heard her exclaim again, as she took in the sight of her friend
being injected full of my hot jism.
That night as Missy and I slept together, I dreamed that I had fucked
her, and Sandy had watched! But this was not to be a prophetic dream.
She continued to deny me the opportunity to holster my weapon. I still
sought after that though. Biding my time. And it was idyllic in a way.
Missy loved taking care of the baby, and I felt that he was being well
looked after when I was at work for the very first time. Very esthetic,
as well, having two sets of bare tits bouncing around the apartment of an
evening instead of one. With Sandy’s boyfriend enjoying the hospitality
of the county too, I was happier than a fly in shit. And I just knew that
soon, I was going to fuck Missy.
And so, it came to pass. It was a late summer afternoon, and Sandy had
taken off for the day, defaulting child care to me and Missy. She was
visiting her parents, or perhaps her boyfriend had gotten out of jail, who
knows? On this lovely day, I proposed that we take in a movie at the
nearby mall, just the three of us. So we ventured to the multiplex, on
foot because of the short distance and nice weather. The movie was the
first Batman, with Michael Keaton. We sat in the rear of the theater,
Missy next to me and the baby on the other side of her. It was a good
movie, but I had seen it before. I was more interested in priming Missy
for my plans to come! I had my arm around her, and I stroked her neck and
played with her ears, making her shudder. By the end of the movie I was
kissing her deeply, and I could see and feel the hard lumps of her nipples
underneath the soft bra she was wearing under her t-shirt. Before the
movie ended, I was actually hoping my son would begin to howl, and force
us to leave early. . . I cared not for the caped crusader! Other things
were definitely upon my mind.
As we walked home from the theater we held hands, and my son rode upon
my neck. I was glad to enter the pleasantly chilled apartment. The AC
felt so nice! I deposited my boy in his crib, located in the living room
since Sandy was sleeping there. Missy changed his weighty diaper while I
prepared for him a bottle of milk. He drank it off rapidly, and went to
sleep. Missy was so good with the baby! And TODAY was the day, I knew
beyond doubt, that I would give her one for her very own. It had not
escaped my notice, exactly two weeks before this day, she had been teased
by Sandy for walking around the apartment oblivious to the spreading red
stain on the crotch of her panties.
I gave her a certain look, and she smiled shyly and went into the
bedroom, me following. Still clothed, we lay together for a bit cuddling
and kissing . . . soon I began do undress her, as was my wont. My own
garments divested as well, I knew, very soon now!
The metalheads next door had put on Slayer. The bass coming through the
bedroom wall was enough to vibrate the window glass. Ordinarily I would
have objected to this involuntary sharing of their obnoxious non-music,
but I didn’t care, this time!
We were now completely nude, embacing upon the bed. Missy begged my
leave to take a shower, but I didn’t let her. . . I was enjoying too much
the taste of her perspiration as I licked it off every square inch of her
skin. Before very long she ceased importuning me; my tongue had arrived
at its favorite haunt!
I positioned my head between her thighs, and with my fingers delicately
pried open the petals of her sex. And Missy gave me another surprise she
was so wet, it spilled on my fingers when I opened her. It was her
cervical mucus . . I spread my hand and strings of it connected each
finger . . it was her fertile time of month. I licked off my fingers and
then held her open again, then suddenly pushed my lips up against her slit
and penetrated her with my tongue. She gasped and arched her back off the
bed, and I tongue-fucked her mercilessly, thrusting and licking! Her clit
popped up with fewer licks than it takes to get to the center of a tootsie
pop. Her responses were definitely heightened . . . now, yes NOW! I
arose upon my knees, between her spread legs, and regarded her as she
placed her left hand protectively over her tender snatch!
That hand again, concealing her hole, my goal, that which she was about
to yield to me for my usage, had she but known! She must have thought it
was going to be the way it always was when I didn’t tell her to finish me
with her hand or her mouth. As before, I was upright on my knees, fist
wrapped around my mighty purple cylinder, stroking away while she thought
to bar my seed from her luscious slit with her HAND! My own hand was
greasy and slick with petroleum jelly as I tugged my dick, I gazed upon
her and stroked faster until I could feel the cum wanting to rise from my
balls.
“Oh Missy, you have me so hot baby, let me kiss you!” She offered me
her lips as my arms went around her neck, her hand still pressed
protectively against herself. As I hungrily kissed her, I felt her body
stiffen and she broke away. . . she squeaked in dismay as she felt
something strange about my embrace. Applying a devious grip, I had
pressed shut both of the carotid arteries on either side of her neck! Her
first lurch to get free almost succeeded, but after that she didn’t fight
anymore, darkness filled up her mind as her brain went offline from the
sleeper I had applied.
I maintained the grip for several seconds after she sighed and went
limp, then released her. Her eyelids fluttered as her head dropped back
to the mattress. It had been so easy! I moved between her legs and
spread them, her moist slit unprotected now as my glistening Nazi helmet
bobbed before it. I knew she would wake up in less than a minute . . I
had to work quickly. I dipped a forefinger into the vaseline jar, and
withdrew it coated with the greasy gel. I held open her labia with the
other hand, and thrust my slicked digit firmly into her body as far as it
would go! I squirmed my finger around in her cunt, marveling again at her
tightness. She was so wet that the extra lube was redundant, but I wanted
to make sure she could take me all the way with no difficulty. I withdrew
my finger and made ready with another appendage of mine, a
good deal larger but no less rigid just then! I snorted and bit my lip as
the head of my penis pushed between the lips of her cunt. The heat of her
shocked my dick! I had to push hard before I felt the tight hotness
suddenly give and slide down almost to the base of my fat cock. I grabbed
her thigh in my left hand and pushed it up, spreading her completely open
to me. One more thrust and I was sheathed in her to the balls! She was
still out cold, not yet aware that I had taken her, that my stiff male
organ was fully inside her unprotected vagina, stretching her open, my
heavy ball-sack dangling against her asshole. I savored the moment
briefly unmoving, then I started to fuck her. I reveled in the sensation
of my thick rod being squeezed within her as I plunged and withdrew,
fucking her hard and deliberately though yet at a leisurely pace. I was
out-stroking when her eyes opened. And got twice as wide the next second
as I penetrated her fully once more! She was
being fucked, and as this fact became apparent to her I really didn’t know
what to expect. I increased the speed of my fucking. She inhaled with a
whooping sound, and her fingernails dug into the small of my back!
YES!!!!
She squeaked and trembled as I continued to fuck her with long, complete
strokes of my penis, withdrawing the thick shaft almost to the head on the
outstroke and then plunging it in full-length. I messed with my rhythm on
her, as I love to do, suddenly double pumping her fast, without warning in
the middle of my slow and steady pounding. She was fully conscious of
what was happening to her, yet her body was responding on its own to what
I was doing, what she wanted or didn’t want
did not matter, I was mating with her. She was a female being taken by a
male, with no more say in the matter than a bitch being mounted by a dog.
I began to tell her, as I coupled with her, the thoughts that flew through
my mind as I was taking her.
“Ohhh, Missy! I’m fucking you now! Going to CUM in you soon, babe!
Uuuhhhhhhh! I can’t last much longer in this hot little pussy of yours.”
My voice was choked, thick with desire and lust, and for a moment I
listened to the rhythmic slaps that ended each thrust and marked my root
burying itself in her belly.
“I am going to INSEMINATE you Missy, that is going to get you PREGNANT!”
Even with the sensations coursing through her nerves, I saw it register,
a frantic spark in her eyes as she jerked, completely impaled upon my
fuck-stick. Certainly her body, as well as her mind, knew the inevitable
truth of my words, that in just moments I would seed her fertile womb with
gobs of fresh, hot baby gravy! I was so close to cumming that I could
feel my cock grow to its ultimate extent, and my ass and my balls
contracted of their own with every stroke. I knew that pre-cum was now
dribbling out of my swollen penis as I drilled her, so rapidly now. She
could get pregnant already, from that alone . . . those would have to be
fast swimmers though, because the rush hour was about to start.
“Oooh gawd, I’m cumming in you . . ahhh . . . fuck!” I thrust my cock
so far into her, her eyes bugged out, and held her open, my hips grinding
against the softness of her inner thighs. My bloated cock-head prodded at
the entrance of her womb. I bellowed and began to ejaculate inside of
her. I imagined the opening of her cervix sucking at the hot copious
goop that pumped out of my dong. I saw stars and streaking meteors as I
shuddered and came harder than I ever had before in my life. When I could
think again, I looked down at her, my God, she had turned bright red over
her entire body, from toes to scalp! She was shaking. She groaned and I
felt her freshly fucked pussy clench my rod, that was only now beginning
to soften. Her tight grip upon me milked the last of my sperm as I began
to slowly fuck her again, the pressure of my cock pushing my semen deeper
yet. I managed only a few strokes when she wailed and again my dick was
in a velvet vise . . she was still coming. Aggh! It was too much, I was
sensitive from coming what felt like about 3 loads at once, and I slowly
withdrew my penis. It glistened with our juices and I winced as its
swollen bulbous head popped from between her cunt lips. Mingled with the
hair around the base of my dick was a gooey ring of come; the high-water
mark of its fullest insertion into her body.
“Oh Bobby! Ohhh . . .do it again!” cooed Missy. What had I created?
My goodness! Of course I complied with her request, though not
immediately! As soon as I was able. And nature took its inevitable
course. Three months later, the job foreman stopped by to drop off some
mechanical prints. He was a hearty Puerto Rican fellow, and he had heard
of my lifestyle, but still he was impressed when he saw obviously pregnant
Missy, taking care of my son by Sandy. He grinned, and that is when he
bestowed it upon me:
“Heh heh heh, Bobby Love! Heh heh heh!” And that is how I got my name.