Used as a BBW Bus Seat Ch. 02
Mexico is where it's at.
I was separated from my buddies while riding a hot, crowded bus and accidentally sat on a 400-pound woman, possibly Canadian, in the process. We managed to make the best of an awkward situation. We both had our release.
After the bus ride, we got separated at the resort bus loop. Strangely enough, we discovered that we shared the same resort, and our rooms were on opposite ends of the resort grounds.
Luckily, the pool was right in the middle of everything. And as we had agreed, we found each other later that night.
Before meeting up with her, I needed to locate my friends - college mates who came with me on vacation. Our rooms were in close proximity, and we were constantly in and out of each other's rooms like they were our own.
We split up, and each did their own thing, unconnected to each other. I made my way to the pool.
The moment I saw her, I knew she was the one.
Tall, heavy, fair-skinned, and wearing a high-waisted bikini that brought out her curves. She was way bottom-heavy with hips that struggled to fit into the olive green bottoms that matched the top.
I could see she was looking for me. I hoped she didn't wait too long.
Nightfall was near, and I had jetlag, but the sun was still high in the sky.
"Hey!" she hollered, spotting me. She was clearly tipsy and held a daiquiri in her left hand.
"Hi," I replied, smiling. I was a bit embarrassed about being seen with her in front of my friends. I thought they wouldn't approve. I was in the process of hiding my fetish.
How incredible it felt when I experienced my fantasy come to life, less than six hours earlier, with this very woman.
With her.
"I was hoping you'd find me!" she screamed over the loud music playing around the pool area.
"Me too!" She was waist-deep in the pool, right by the bar. I joined her. While there were many skinny, attractive women, I didn't care.
"I kinda wanna sit on you again!" she said, touching my arm, and I felt a jolt in my groin. My half-hard cock started to resurrect in the cool pool water.
I must've blushed. Then I leaned close to her ear and said, "Let's go to my room. You can show me what you like."
She looked at me. She was around mid-forties, but she appeared youthful and energetic. I wanted her on top of me again.
"Yay!" she exclaimed.
I left the pool first, waiting a few seconds for my semi-erection to recede.
She grabbed my hand.
"Hey, come to mine, over here," she said, dragging me towards her side of the resort, holding my hand tightly. At first, it felt romantic. Then I realized it was more about her not wanting to lose sight of me. I was hers now.
We stepped into her room. I realized two things:
One, my friends would've seen us if we had gone to my room. They might've even barged in.
But not here.
The second realization was that I now had her all to myself, and vice versa.
I spotted her large, king-sized bed.
She pushed me down on it.
"I can't believe my luck," she exclaimed. "Accidently sat on a cute guy, who happens to be into big girls." She flashed a broad grin, clearly intoxicated.
"Yeah," I said, considering my own stroke of luck. "I won the lottery."
She went into the bathroom to change but kept talking with me.
"Well, for a minute there, I was more embarrassed than I've ever been in my life," she said. "But after everything that happened... I'm really glad you like big girls as much as you do."
"I enjoyed myself," I said, amazed at her eloquence despite her inebriation.
"I saw," she said, coming out of the bathroom in a large, white robe. "That was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed - a young man climaxing under another woman."
She rotated, displaying her curvaceous figure. "Under all of this!"
My erection returned, eager to escape my wet shorts.
"Do we still not exchange names?" I asked, grinning.
"Nope," she teased.
"Alright," I said. "So, anonymous lady, what are your fantasies?"
Her expression shifted for a moment, almost sad.
"I... well, I'm actually quite ordinary," she said with a sigh. "I haven't done anything with anyone in a while. I got divorced some time ago. Gained a lot of weight. Nothing's been happening for me since then. I shouldn't share all this, but it's true."
I said calmly, "That's alright," referring to my limited sexual history. "I've only been intimate with one person before. We were together for three years until we broke up."
She responded, "Oh." Then added, "I did mention I'm single as well, if I forgot to say."
I patted the bed invitingly. "It's okay, let's not think about the past."
"I agree," she replied, approaching the big comfortable bed. "What I truly want to share is... there are things I like, but I've never had the chance to experiment with anyone."
"Well, since today is the first time my fantasy was fulfilled, thanks to you. So what are those things you wanted to try?"
"I really enjoyed sitting on you. Could we do that first?"
I couldn't refuse her.
"Definitely," I agreed. She giggled as she moved towards my head.
"Should I...?" She touched her lip.
"Umm, well..." I smiled. "During your previous visit, I was lucky enough to experience your backside. Now, it's time for me to express my gratitude by being underneath you this time?"
She agreed, giggled, and began rotating her body. All of a sudden, her thigh hovered over my head, and she cautiously sat on my upper chest. Her full pussy rested on my chin. Being under her robe, I could see her.
She settled her weight on me. We were beyond the self-conscious stage. She enjoyed feeling her weight on me.
She inched forward, and I buried my face in her shaved, concealed region. It didn't smell like chlorine pool water anymore. Her complex aroma filled the room. I kissed and licked her, and utilized my hands to grasp the back of her plump derriere, even if my restrained arms limited my movements.
"Mmm, yeah," she murmured above me. My chest was squeezed, and she weighed heavily on me much of the time. So, naturally, I reached for my genitals.
"Yes," she purred, "Stroke yourself."
I followed instructions, even though I had initiated it. I was in paradise.
Her pussy didn't taste of chlorine pool water anymore. She had a savory, tangy, and sweet taste. She began to move against me as I found her clitoris.
Despite my history of not lasting long, I thought since I had already ejaculated once that day, I could prolong this experience. However, I was mistaken.
I had to release my grip, but it was too late. I gripped it again and continued my motion, leading to an eruptive climax.
I moaned into her pussy as I climaxed, but my limited air supply limited my vocalization to a tiny whisper. She noticed and possibly got aroused even more.
She started moaning. She leaned back, lifted her buttocks off me, then came down on me again, covering my face with her bottom. I was smothered within her deep ass crack. Her perspiration was the lubricant that made it possible for me to penetrate so deeply.
I was close to blacking out, losing consciousness, or even worse. My life was bizarre.
However, she screamed, fell back onto me, giving me a sliver of air, and I inhaled deeply as she reached climax. She collapsed completely, compressing me with her whole body. At least four hundred pounds, if not more.
She rolled off, inhaling in relief. She handed me a towel to clean myself.
"Wow, that was..." She turned towards me, grinning. "So crazy: Me being this plump, and smothering you with my body is such a turn on for you. And it is for me as well." She laughed, and then made a satisfied sound.
"I enjoy what I like. But what do you enjoy?" I squeezed her hand and looked at her admiringly.
"It's... kind of random," she sighed.
"Come on," I encouraged, nudging her.
"Well," she turned to face me. "I've recently become interested in... someone feeding me."
"Really?" I expressed genuine excitement. I was ready to react positively no matter what, but this concept was appealing.
"When I watch porn, I'm not attracted to the sexual acts," she explained. "There's this whole thing about feeding women food in a sexual way. To make them larger. And I thought it might be something I'd appreciate."
"Cool," I said. "Shall we order room service?"
"I'm famished," she said in a rather erotic tone.
We glanced at the resort menu. I placed an order for a variety of food. I was eager to feed her, even if she was more excited than I was. We snuggled in bed for half an hour until there was a knock.
I allowed the person inside, who rolled the cart near the bed as if they knew. I tipped them, and they vanished. We crawled into bed.
"Alright," I said, still wearing my shorts and her in her robe. "Should we go ahead and do this...in the buff?"
She thought about it for a moment. "I guess I don't have to worry about you thinking I look chunky," she said, "Or not enjoying me as I am." She grinned.
"Nope, I definitely want to see every inch of you," I replied, feeling daring. "Perhaps if I keep you well-fed, I'll get a chance to witness you becoming even rounder."
"Mmm," she hummed. "You want me to get even rounder than I already am?" This was her thing, and I was going to go all in on it.
"Yes, I want to fill you up until you're bursting. The bigger the better."
"Am I not round enough yet?" she asked playfully, as she undid the tie on her robe.
Her skin was pale, and I saw her belly and breasts, both of which were stunning. Her nipples were pink and bombastic from arousal.
Her belly protruded, and she had the ridges of stretch marks running down, like the scars from a beast's claws. Her belly swelled with each breath, and I lost count of all the curves and rolls that covered her body.
"You could be rounder," I said, almost forgetting her query.
I resisted the urge to jump her, to kiss her, and stroke her body. Instead, I indulged in her fantasy. I removed my shorts.
I opened up the bedcovers, revealing countless trays of breakfast, dinner, and dessert foods. The aroma was overwhelming. I used a fork to break off a piece of a golden waffle, which I dunked in syrup. Drenched it.
I cupped my hand under, ensuring I didn't drip syrup on her bed. I brought it to her open mouth, and slid the tip of the fork in between her lips.
She took it in, and I watched her chew and swallow with absolute gusto.
"More, please," she pleaded, sitting upright.
I turned to the buffet. I selected a sausage that I could have wrapped around my waist. I brought it to her lips, and shoved it in slowly. She chewed as she slowly consumed it. I pushed more of it inside, until my fingers were almost out of sight. Her lips were glowing red.
"Give me more," she begged.
I obeyed. I brought over morsel upon morsel, and I watched as they all were chewed and swallowed by her.
The woman with no name.
"Here," I said, presenting a spoonful of sundae. It was melting rapidly.
"I feel rather full," she said softly, and I immediately realized she wanted me to be more pushy.
"You need to eat more," I commanded. "I need you to be fuller. When you sit on me next time, I want to be able to tell you've grown. I want you so large that I can't remove you if I tried."
I placed the sundae into her mouth, and a bit of it ran down her chin. I used my finger to wipe it off, and fed her more with my hand. She moaned, and closed her eyes.
It was then that I realized I wanted to be with her. To be inside of her.
"Perhaps we should make love," I said gently.
"Yes," she moaned, "I want it."
"I can even feed you while we make love," I suggested.
"Yes!" she said with enthusiasm.
I twisted my body so my head was near the end of the bed. Near the food. She climbed on top of me, straddling my groin. She pulled me in and rested her weight on me, carefully descending so I pushed upwards, further inside.
I gasped in ecstasy as I entered her, and she lowered her body slowly as I pushed upwards, deeper.
My God. Her belly sat atop my abdomen; looking up at her was a sight to behold. I reached back, groping for a pastry. I brought it up and she leaned in to claim it with her mouth. I stuck it in her mouth awkwardly.
I wanted to be that pastry. I wanted to be taken into that moist, comfortable interior.
Crumbs fell from her chin; they sprinkled on my chest. She slurped my fingers free of crumbs.
With her mouth half full, she said, "You feel so good. Does it feel good?"
"Hell yes," I whispered. I wrapped my arms around her generous hips, pulling her hard against my body. I continued to scroll through her contours with my fingers.
"I need you to understand," I told her as our actions intensified, "that I truly find you captivating."
"Mmm," she purred. "I know. I can feel it."
She started making love to me harder. Skinny or not, plump or not, she had the moves.
Her rolls and curves made small slapping noises as she humped. I forget about the food. I squeezed her melon-sized breasts, and observed her face as she enjoyed herself.
"I might come once more," she whispered.
"I don't know if I can," I said with a smile, for it wasn't an issue if I didn't. "But that's fine. I want you to eternally feel bliss."
She pleaded, "Tell me to screw you. To climax."
"Screw me, baby," I said. "I need you to orgasm for me."
"Oh yeah," she groaned.
She was drenched in sweat, and her butt was pressing my hips into the ground. But I was in utter joy.
"Come, sweetheart," I pleaded. "Come all over my dick."
"Mmm," she whimpered, closing her eyes. "Mmhmm!"
"Fuck me fuck me fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck--"
Surprise. I came again. We both did. She cried out, a womanly sound, a sensual, animalistic emission of primal energy. I throbbed inside of her, rolling in pleasure. Enclosed in hot flesh.
What a life.
She signed and laid her hands on my chest. She leaned forward, and kissed me on the lips, while I was still inside her.
Our first kiss, in a manner of speaking.
I hugged her closer and we kissed some more. She curled up against me, enveloping my entire form under her own while we made out.
She disengaged the kiss just long enough to ask, "What's your name?"
I told her mine without hesitation.
She told me hers-- and as far as I know, it was truthful.
We kissed for some time. Even after I shrank halfway inside her, she remained on top of me. My body was hurting, yet I didn't complain.
We must've fallen asleep. I awoke to the sounds of tropical birds.
She was still on me, with her head on my chest. My slim physique was achy, and my whole body was numb.
I was still inside her. And I was hard. Morning erection.
She snored a little.
I attempted to move and I shoved a tad within her.
Crap. I found myself in a predicament. I couldn't move, and I had no plans of assaulting her while she was sleeping, despite the ecstasy I felt. Still, I wished I could disengage before awakening her. Sheesh.
"Hey," I muttered. She stirred a bit.
Her head lifted, and her brown eyes opened.
"Oh, morning you," she whispered. "I never got off of you. I can still feel you inside me." She puckered her lips and ground against me. I had no need to worry.
Fifteen minutes later, we came again. It was a first for me. Four times in a 24-hour period.
After that, we showered, and went out to obtain breakfast together.
On the way back, we encountered my friends. I was holding her hand. It was a little awkward at first, but I introduced them to her, and after agreeing to meet up later, we went our separate ways.
I hung out with the guys, who questioned my taste initially, but I simply told them what I liked, and they were fine with it. The reality was, they were her friends, yet I had more chemistry with her than all of them combined.
During the rest of the week, I spent most of my time with her.
We conversed, and kissed, and bedded. Sometimes she fed me, sometimes I suffocated her.
Most of the time we simply got to know each other. We discussed our past relationships, and where we grew up. We'd both been born in the same state, if not years apart.
When the week ended, we exchanged phone numbers, and said our farewells.
We dwelled on opposite ends of the country. I was right in the middle of college. She had work.
The last thing we shared was the bus ride back to the airport. My friends were ahead, and had sat themselves up front. We were the final two people on the bus.
I walked to the back of the bus, and lo and behold, found that the only seat available was way in the back.
She gazed at me in the eyes.
"And of all the days I forget to wear panties," she giggled.
I sat on the bus floor, and rested my head against the indented seat. She walked over and got into position.
Before settling down, she stated:
"I presume we'll be boarding the same flight back, correct? If you haven't selected your seat yet, perhaps we could be flight companions. Perhaps we could find a secluded section in the back of the plane?"
"Sounds good to me," I stated, as she raised her dress. I stared into her sweet, drenched, infinite crack.
"One final big hurrah in the sky," she said, as she sat down, sealing me within her gigantic ass.
The bus trip was less than an hour the last time.
However, my flight was at least six. I was more anxious about flying a plane in my life. I just had to make it to the airport.
She did feel heavier. Vacations can do that to you.
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