One of the advantages of going to the gym mostly on Saturdays isn’t just for six-packs and a healthy heart; no, that stadium is home to scores of big, beautiful babes.
There can’t be a place in the world where different specs of Orobo can be found like the gym centre, doing stretches and yoga in the tightest clothing imaginable, boobs heaving, titillating with ass stretching the bare leggings fabrics, showing panty lines and ample bosoms bras couldn’t contain. Camel toe views are served, too.
Ahh, nothing beats the outline of a fat pussy in leggings; you know it will be juicy and can be motor-boated and munched, but last weekend’s gyming was very special, giving my wanking life meaning.
The stadium consists of many aerobics clubs. Mine has its fair share of Orobos, but mostly married ladies whom I vowed not to mess around with, but the events that happened later put me in a state of dilemma regarding my convictions about them.
After jogging up and down the track and field section, I decided to pee behind the stadium stands and wow! I was paralysed at the sight of this voluptuous BBW fully bent, pulling up her panties and leggings after relieving herself.
It isn’t the first time I see a bare-ass or moderately hairy pussy. Still, the surprise was in the way her thong was sandwiched by her huge pussy lips, the contrast of her red panties on her creamy skin, her positioning and the outdoor setting combination watered my mouth.
It isn’t like she jumped up when she noticed me, pulled her undies and all up in slow motion; she was proud of her body. With a weary smile and a downward look, she said to me,
“That was just skin; take care of that”, and just walked past me; that was when I realised I had a bulge. I just peed and went back to my group after assimilating that rare event; thank heaven for the tight inner of my tracksuit, which helped keep my stubborn hardon in check with every stretching and workout.
After the workout, I saw her entering a blue Toyota car with a couple of ladies.
She was endowed, and she gave me that wink that torments me, the wink that has initiated the most blissful of orgasms for me. I was hoping for a proper introduction and most probably living my dreams of fucking her brains out.
I couldn’t wait to see her in the gym again next weekend. My cock strained from daily masturbation since my girlfriend was off to the mandatory Youth Service Programme. I had to cure Konji with the few minutes of that exhibition trailer saved in my brain.
But she wasn’t there, which was the case for the following weekend. Then, when I thought I was getting over her, the devil struck, and our paths crossed again! She was buying something at the supermarket not far from my street.
As I entered to inquire about my perfume, which was out of stock in the market, she was in a sleeveless maxi polo gown browsing through some cosmetic products, her movement royalty, peacock too, swerving her endowed backside! I moved quickly closer to her, pretending to be on the phone and distracted.
I intentionally stepped on her toes so she would notice me.
It worked because it was all sorry! What! You!, hey and introductions. She was a chatterbox and told me her name was Didi. After chatting about her home, work, and workout, I promised her a foot massage for her injury, and we exchanged numbers.
I left blessing goodness for her kindness. I was so excited that night about her, her chubby creamy skin, her voice, aww and her substantial round saggy boobs, that I lubed my hands to wank when my phone beeped, a WhatsApp message.
I thought it was my girl, but, no it was Didi! She said, “Hello, big head” I jumped up, got myself a glass of water to calm my tense nerves, and then replied.
We chatted till midnight, avoiding blatant naughty words and the incident at the stadium; she told me she is a single mom and a marketer. I told her I deal in ladies’ wear, and she promised to patronize me whenever possible.
When she told me good night, I wished her the same and told her I wished that one of us was on the right bed, but she didn’t reply, and I slept off with a huge sexual tension.
After some days of hibernation and saying hello on WhatsApp, I saw her message asking if I’d be going to the gym the next day, a Thursday. I said yes, cancelling my schedule; there was no way I would say no to that invitation! The gym was scanty; some people left early to prepare for work.
I persuaded her to train with my club, and she agreed. Our trainer was always happy to see a new and potential client, so he pushed us to the limit. I enjoyed every erotic sight possible from her; she caught me several times and was all smiles.
She wants to be adored, and in the end, our trainer welcomed her with a mechanical massage, but she was still sore with a tensed thigh, meaning she could barely walk. I talked her into getting a total body massage, which she agreed to.
It was hushed when we got to her house, a bungalow with self-contained rooms.
On getting inside, she fell straight on the bed halfway, and I helped place her entirely on the bed and started kneading her feet with moderate pressure, then increased the tempo and moved upwards to her calf muscles. Using both hands on both legs, I administered further pressure to her thighs and inner thigh, then on her gluteus muscles and hip section; she kept sighing as I exerted more pressure structurally and otherwise on her pelvic region and lower back.
Gradually, I started pulling down her leggings and massaging her to her calf. She looked relaxed, burying her face in the mattress, prompting me to reach out and pull off the leggings.
And right in front of me was the real Didi, the chubby beauty faced down with only skimpy black panties covering her massive ass. I looked around, saw a jar of baby oil, and lubed my hands before enjoying her skin.
It was so soft and clear, and with increased tempo, I covered her legs with my arms before concentrating on her inner thighs with my fingers in a circular motion; I applied kneading and shaking of every contour of her inner thighs; her panties had turned ropey, cringed inside her ass crack, her pussy glistening with arousal and swallowing her part of the panties.
My devotion was all with the pelvic region as I concentrated on just her inner thigh and swollen vulva, avoiding her pussy entirely despite her increased soft moan and squealing whenever I rubbed her vulva.
After working on her inner thigh, vulva, ass, upper and lower back for a while, I asked her to turn around and face up. She quickly did, and for the first time in the therapy, she spoke, saying that my hands felt good in a very squeaky voice.
She was still in her T-shirt, and I deftly unclasped her bra while doing her upper back; I let it fall off, leaving her with just the T-shirt. Lubing my hands again, I put them under her shirt.
I massaged her stomach and chest bone, systematically pushing and exposing her big melons, putting more work on her shoulder blade as I completely removed the shirt, leaving just her undies.
Rubbing her tits a little, I got myself aroused as I felt that mound of soft, malleable skin right underneath my hands; at my mercy, I could do all I wanted to it as the flesh pulsed under me, but I forced myself to abstain because that distraction would consume me so thoroughly that I might spoil a good thing for myself, patience.
I mentally told my straining cock and hungry mouth. I then went straight to work on her face, her jaw line mostly, then her cervicals down to her shoulder and her left tit; after a few subtle squeezes.
I made circular motions on her huge chocolate areolas before putting her rock-hard nipples in between my fingers and then a couple of pinches that made her call out my name.
I went right with the same procedure to the right tit, but this time, I was pinching both by now very prominent nipples in tandem. Her breathing had increased and erratic, so I left her to complete my work.
Rubbing around her tummy and chest region un-structurally helped her settle down. All this while Didi’s eyes were shut tight. I manoeuvred my hands to her pubic mound, and the crotch of her panties was soaking wet!
I raised her legs and slipped the panty out; I sniffed it and became intoxicated with the aroma of her feminine essence. The moment my hand landed on her pubic mound, she spread her legs, exposing her engorged pussy lips coated with dripping pussy juice.
My tongue got dried off all saliva at the sight of that dripping fat pussy, and all I could muster was to feast on her! I bent my head to that lovely feast spread so invitingly before me with my tongue darting out and slurping, licking and draining all her available juice.
When her hand landed on my head, I knew it was a guide, so I introduced two fingers into her pot of pleasure, curving it towards her g-spot, then slow thrusting and with the whole suction power of my tongue on her clit, she fucked my face madly, smearing me up with her wetness before holding my face firmly with both hands and with a squealy scream, she was cumming intensely.
I tried to free my face to see her orgasmic face but no way, she held me fixed to her pulsating pussy!
After some minutes of her wild thrashing and my lips still lashed to her pussy, greedily sucking all the juice cumming out of her, she freed my face and collapsed off the mattress to the floor, still moaning but with legs closed tight. I tried to touch her, but she resisted.
Her pussy was so sensitive, but my cock was so hard, threatening to dive in, in so much need of a release, but she wouldn’t let me come closer. I needed her; I needed that fat pussy, so I went into romantics. I opened her fridge and got her a glass of chilled water, and that’s how I returned to the game.
She sipped some water with her hands still shaking, so I curled behind her and then began rubbing her back, her spinal column mostly. Then I started kissing her neck so softly and whispering sweet nothings to her, kissing her ear.
She just tapped me hard on the chest, and the next thing I saw was my chubby mama spreadeagled on her back on the mattress. What other invitation would I be waiting for? I joined her hurriedly and positioned myself between her spread legs.
I placed my hard cock at the tip of her pussy, and wow! She guided my 7-inch cock home with a mere first thrust!
I quickly thrust back. Didi was already cumming, clasping me deeper with her legs, her over juicy tight pussy and pelvis trying to squeeze the life out my cock. I knew I would cum if we continued like that, so I waited for her climax to subside and tried my slow deep stroke game.
Still, another throe of orgasms from her shut me out, so I became impatient and aggressive, spreading her out. Then, in a scissor position, I squatted, holding up one of her legs, and with deep, long thrusts, I started fast grinding; she was crying out and bawling.
Still, I didn’t care about her or whether her neighbours would hear! I just wanted some tail, and I was getting it! I wasn’t about to let any fear of the neighbours spoil me from my fun and enjoyment of this fat pussy!
Her manicured fingers were all over my back as she pleaded for me to stop, but the pleasure was too much. I pounded harder and faster, and soon, her plea for me to stop changed to a plea for me not to stop! Women!!!!
I would thrust the whole of my dick deep inside her dripping pussy and then pull it out to the tip and then slam it back in all over again till she was screaming that she was cumming, and oh, sweet relief, so was I.
The picture became complete when, with a huge groan, my brain collapsed and flushed down to my lower abdomen! It was like my cock was going to bust as I fucked my lady furiously, my eyes closed, and sensations ripped through me.
I blasted cum into her with my first spurt of pleasure, hitting her honey pot. She joined me, howling in bliss as her pussy clamped me like a vice, milking my cock with spurt after spurt of man juice!
I had never cum that hard or intensely before, and I collapsed on her, whispering to her that I knew she would be this good. After some minutes, she got up and kissed me. Thank you and prepared some meal for us naked.
After that, she saw me out, and we met her neighbour’s wife sitting close to her door with her skirt fully raised and fingering her visibly bald pussy!
She was caught unawares and quickly dropped her skirt, but I saw what she was doing.
Lucky her, she must have been listening to our soundtrack.
Written by Anonymous
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