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I post my wifes nude pics on websites without her knowing and very very badly want to see her gangbanged or at least be cucked by her..i´ve even had guys cumtribute her nudes ...
18m here. I took a girls cherry, she was my first virgin pussy. I had one virgin ass with a girl but never a pussy. I knew Connie was a virgin, she told me as we were talking in class one day. She is pretty fat, not really good looking, and I'm not into big tits which she has in abundance. But I dated her just to say I had a virgin. She said she'd never blown a guy before either but I think she did, she was too good and swallowed it all, everytime she sucked me off. I want to pop her butt cherry. After that, I don't know. I don't really like going out with her, she's sort of dumb actually, and I've always dated really hot girls with incredible bodies. I keep thinking of the blood on the sheet and on my cock after I popped her pussy though. It was hot. I wiped some of it and my cum up with her panties and I still have them.
I am 19 and male. I hadn't been laid but twice in my life and the last girl was about a year ago. So I was after any port in a storm and started making out with this really fat girl who isn't really good looking either. She would do anything sexually I wanted and for a supersize bbw she had a tiny pussy that was super tight (not that I'm any expert). After doing everything imaginable, anal, oral - for both of us, using her finger in my butt while blowing me, exhibitionism, even arranging for me to see her younger sister naked, she told me she got pregnant.
I never wanted to marry her, I don't really want a fat girlfriend or wife and I'm too young to marry anyone. I don't even want to be around her anymore. I know that's shitty of me, but she was just someone to fuck. I would like to suck milk from her big tits but not if I have to be with her all my life.
Back in January, I used some of my Christmas money to book a squashing session with one of my favorite SSBBWs.
As part of the deal, I booked a room at a hotel from a list she gave me. Even though the session was only scheduled for three hours (although I guess that’s a lot going by what she said in her emails), I got the room for the whole night. I don’t know if I actually expected her to stay the night or if I just didn’t feel like asking if I could book a room for a few hours, but regardless I still had the room for a night.
I wound up getting to the hotel about an hour early. I must have paced around the place about a dozen times, I was so nervous. She arrived exactly on time. She had a guy friend with her for safety, like she said she would, and he was pretty cool. He definitely gave her some side-eye when I showed her my (fake) ID, but he didn’t object. The three of us chatted for a bit to get comfortable, and after a while he asked if she felt okay with me and she said yes, so he left.
After her friend left, she asked me if I wanted to take anything off to start with, and if I wanted her to start fully clothed or not. She was fine with both of us starting in just our underwear, so that’s what we stripped down to. She had me lie down on the bed and looked me up and down. Before she sat down on me, she paused and asked, “How old are you really?”
I gulped and answered, “Fifteen.” I don’t know why I told the truth, but that bell’s already rung now.
She had a quick “oh shit” look on her face, then shrugged, laughed, and said, “Well, I guess I’m going to Hell anyway.”
She sat down on me, starting with my chest and stomach. I forget how much she weighs according to her latest weigh-in video, but it’s got to be over 450 pounds. I had no idea just how HEAVY that would feel, how completely overwhelming the pressure on my body, my ribs, and my lungs would be. Her whole ass spread out over me and I couldn’t see my arms; it was like her ass had completely devoured me.
I tapped out after no time at all, maybe ten seconds total, and she got up, waited until I’d almost caught my breath, and sat down on me again. She teased me about being a “baby cushion” the whole time and said I needed to learn how to hold me breath. She kept me just a little out of breath for almost half an hour, readjusting herself to squash my torso, then my chest, then finally my face.
Before she got up to sit on my face, she looked down at my crotch. I’d been hard since she took off her dress, and it took every ounce of control to not blow my load immediately. She looked down at me, gestured to her panties, and asked, “You want these to come off?” I nodded and she laughed, then peeled her panties off and climbed onto my face.
Her ass smelled of sweat, farts, and a hint of perfume. Her cheeks spilled out on either side of my face, completely engulfing me. She scooter and squirmed until her asshole was directly over my mouth, then she rubbed my face in her ass until I’d tapped out twice. As I gasped for air, she told me to kiss her ass or she’d squash me immediately. Even as I started kissing her ass—left cheek, right cheek, left, right, left, right, faster and faster—she lowered herself back down. “Now lick” was the last thing I heard before she was on me again.
Her asshole tasted like, well, exactly what you’d expect an asshole to taste like. I coughed. I gagged. I winced. But I licked, and I kept licking. I could tell she was putting a little less weight on me so I could rim her more easily. She moaned and purred with pleasure, and leaned forward and put her hand on the tent I was pitching in my boxer-briefs. She caressed my dick and balls through the fabric while telling me to tongue her ass faster. My tongue slipped into her asshole and she moaned even louder and slammed her ass completely down on my face and ground into me while her whole body shook.
She got off of me after a little while, looking very happy. “There’s mouthwash in my bag,” she said. “Rinse out and get back here.” I did, and now she was on her back, legs spread and belly lifted to put her pussy on full display. “Lick,” she commanded. I got between her legs and started licking, and soon her legs closed around me, trapping and engulfing me between her huge fat thighs. I didn’t quite know what I was doing, but she seemed to like it. I settled into a breathing-and-licking rhythm, although the pressure from her legs didn’t make things any easier. From time to time she slapped her belly on top of my head and laughed even as she started to twitch in pleasure (I hope).
She came loud and hard after I’d been licking her for I don’t know how long. She pulled me on top of her and hugged and kissed me. My boner was straining against my underwear at this point, and it practically hurt. As she kissed me, she slid my underwear down and gently-but-firmly guided me until my dick was in line with her pussy, and then I slid myself in. No condom, no nothing, just me fucking one of my favorite SSBBWs in a hotel room. Just me feeling her whole body jiggle beneath me as I thrust into her. Just me cumming inside her, resting a couple minutes without taking myself out or off of her, and cumming inside her again.
I rolled off her after I came the second time, and we cuddled and spooned while we both recovered from how intense it was. After a while, she turned on the TV and had me order some pizzas. We spent the night together in that hotel room, fucking, watching movies, me feeding her pizza, her making me put my dick on a slice of pizza while she ate around it (you know, normal sex-pizza stuff, lol), and her sitting and lying on me until we both went to sleep.
She woke me up just after midnight by squeezing my ass. “Hey, kid,” she whispered into my ear. “Have you ever been fucked?” I was confused because we’d just been having sex, but she interrupted me with another butt-squeeze. “No, have you ever been FUCKED?” she asked.
Reading my silence as her answer, she turned on the lights and rummaged through her bag until she found a harness, a bottle of lube, and a purple dildo. “Help me put this on,” she said, and so I did. I’d seen strap-ons before, but never in person, and never on her. It was more than a little intimidating to see her sporting a big purple dick, but I was both intrigued and aroused. She told me to suck it “like a good little bitch boi,” and that got her further turned on. Then she had me lube her up and “assume the position” by bending over on the bed.
She applied a thick coating of the lube to just about every square inch of my ass before I finally felt her hands on my hips and her weight shifting behind me. She pressed the head of her dick against my asshole, and as much as I want to say it slid in, there were starts and stops and plenty of repositioning until we found the right angle and she could fully penetrate me. The sensation was wild, absolutely WILD, and it hurt as much as it felt good. When we both got more comfortable, she was really able to give it to me and put her full weight on my ass, and it felt like she was going to split me in half. I think I came another two times, and she seemed very pleased with herself.
“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear.
In the morning, we showered together, checked out together, are breakfast together, and went our separate ways. During quarantine, we’ve stayed in touch and we’ve had quite a few special webcam shows together too. Our state is reopening soon and we’re making plans to meet up in person again.
I’m a straight woman who married a lesbian. I love her, she’s a great stepmom to my daughter, and it feels so amazing to be desired again, but I still feel conflicted.
My husband died suddenly several years ago. I was devastated, my daughter cried every day for a month. It took so much work between my and the rest of my family just to keep me stable so I could continue to work to provide for her (and I’m so grateful that I was able to do that). I’ve always been on the heavy side, and I gained even more weight over the next few years. It felt like nobody would or even could want me as a person ever again, and I even came to terms with that after a couple of truly awful dates and short-lived relationships.
Then I met my wife.
She was on an assignment in the same building I work in. Our building has a small lounge where I like to eat lunch every now and then just to get away from my desk; and one day she walked up to my table and asked if she could join me. She’s younger than me—a lot younger, about 13 years younger—but she was very fun to talk to and we had a lot shared interests, so I didn’t mind. We had lunch together again the next day, and the day after that, and then every other day until her assignment in the building was over. I got the sense that she was interested in me, and then on her last day on-site she asked me on a date and my heart just about skipped a beat.
Someone had asked me out. A *lesbian* had asked me out. And I didn’t want to say no.
I said yes and set up a sitter and then I went on my first date in four years and made out with her in my car after.
I know there’s a stereotype about lesbians showing up to their second date with a U-Haul, and we didn’t quite move that fast, but we did move pretty fast. I introduced her to my daughter (as “mommy’s friend from work”) on the second date. We had sex on our third date. She was helping my daughter with her math homework the next morning. She didn’t officially move in until we’d been together for six months, but she spent more weekends at my house than at her apartment. She proposed to me at exactly the one-year mark, but my daughter was already calling her “mom” before then.
Like I said, I love my wife. I love that she loves me, I love that she desires me, I love that she has stepped into the stepmom role without a moment’s hesitation, I love spending time with her and everything we do together, and she is the best and most generous lover I have ever had.
But I still consider myself a straight woman. I still have moments when I look at her and it takes me an embarrassingly long time to remember that I married this woman. When we’re having sex, sometimes I have to close my eyes when I kiss her to get over my initial “but this is a woman” instincts, and going down on her has always been hard (and I don’t think I’ll ever be really good at it). I also still have some shame about my weight, and even though it’s clear my wife views my weight as a PLUS, sometimes I can’t help but feel fetishized, especially when she wants me on top of her and I get worried I’ll crush her.
My parents have never been fully on board with my wife, either. They stopped saying mean things about her, and she stopped griping to me about them, but especially with all of the “groomer” talk going around lately it feels so very tense every time we see them.
Overall, I suppose we’re pretty happy together. Looking at my wedding ring, I guess I can’t say I’m still with her “for the novelty” like I used to. I don’t fully know what to call myself and don’t feel comfortable calling myself “queer” because that was an insult other kids my age called each other growing up, but my wife openly embraces the label and would for-sure say we’re in a “queer marriage.”
So that’s where I’m at, I guess.
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Ever since my firs sex with a much older woman who used to pee and poop with me during, before, after sex etc. I have been fascinated with women on the toilet. It's very difficult to broach the subject. I am now 19 I still fuck the old woman and still do toilet play with her. I have a girl now who is a bit fat, and has pretty low self esteem, and is only 16. I took her cherry in all holes except her mouth, someone got to that before me, three someones in fact.
About 2 weeks ago I made her start leaving the door open while peeing and pooping, after a couple of days I started standing and watching her, making her spread to show me. She didn't like it and complained. So after a complaint a couple days ago (after almost 2 weeks of her peeing and pooping with the door open or being watched) I gave her the ultimatum. She either does what I want or I leave. She was too fat to think she'd ever get anyone to fuck her again, so she relented. I told her to stand up over the toilet and bend over, and pee and poop in front of me. I watched it all spray out of her then the brown log come out of her ass and plop down. Some of the pee and poo missed the toilet. I told her not to wipe her pussy or ass, rather with her hands wipe the toilet and floor clean and pick up the poo and place it into the toilet. Then I told her to come out of the bathroom and sit on my cock with it going up her shitty asshole.
She's mine now and I have two toilet ladies to play with.
I am 37 years old, female, I am very fat, and not attractive to men at all. When younger I knew I couldn't get a guy to date me unless I let him have sex, that was just a fact. When I was in my late 20's I even tried lesbian relationships but only found even fatter, very butch lesbians who wanted to dominate me and stretch me and do all kinds of things to me. I know I'm fat, I know I'm basically ugly.
I asked a guy I know to get me pregnant for $ 3000.00 He moved in and is fucking only me, only in my vagina, though he can put it in my mouth or asshole, but he must cum in my vagina. He will do this for 3 weeks with what I hope is my fertile time in the middle. He uses me to put his sperm in about 2 sometimes 3 times a day. If I'm not pregnant then I'll try two more times. I have enough money for that.
I just want a baby, and know that to guys, I'm only good as the last girl at the bar to fuck. I've been nothing but a cum receptacle my whole life. So I want a baby and think this is the way to do it. The guy has no responsibility for the baby, so he's agreed to fuck me and me only during this time. He actually moved in here so he can fuck whenever he wants. He's very young so he fucks a lot and is a really big cummer.
I have a fetish/obsession with cunnilingus(pussy eating).
Especially aimed at BBW women. Have not fulfilled the second part of that. But totally obsessed with the idea of BBW Femdom Facesitting. Always enjoyed going down. But now Ive become ravenously obsessed. No girlfriend. It does for me what Blowjobs do for a normal guy. Actually I like BJobs, but am apathetic. Sorry to say--they're kinda boring to me.
I don't feel bad about this "need". I've seen alot of crazy shit. So I know this is not too strange. But it has become an invading fantasy. Kind of like the way a 15yr old boy is tormented by constant sexual thoughts. That's the only part that could become concerning. I'm not around many women daily. Maybe I should go to a bar, have a few shots of liquid courage, and look around for an attracted big girl, and just tell her all of this. Might work. Might get the obsessive part of that specific fantasy down to a manageable size with the rest of them. There are plenty more.
I am 18, female, and quite fat. I have floppy boobs I am 5ft. 5in tall and weight 265lbs. My legs and very thick my belly is big. All through high school the boys wouldn't touch me or even talk to me. I have in 3 weeks gone from virgin to feeling like a slut and whore. I met a man recently who wanted to see me naked he treated me really great. I let him have sex with me and we have it often. I like doing whatever he wants, I want to satisfy him very much. I've even let him finish himself in my mouth, and now he stuffs his cock into my butt. That hurts me a lot, and I know he only keeps seeing me because I let him do things that the skinny girls won't let him do. Our dates are pretty much just going by a fast food place and then going to his apartment and him telling me what to do.
I know I shouldn't do it but he's the only guy who has ever paid attention to me and I think he likes having sex with me, even if I am so fat. Last week we had just finished having sex and I was naked on the bed still and he let two of his friends in. I was in the bedroom but he told them to come into the bedroom and have sex with me. They came in one at a time, one after the other. I was very embarrassed because my boyfriend had written nasty things on my belly and my boobs. I let his two friends to it to me anyway, they just laughed at the writing, one took the marker and put his name across my pubic hair and the date with it. I think they enjoyed it, each one of them did it twice to me, one guy did his second time in my butthole. Then after they left my boyfriend put his in my mouth. He called me a slut and a whore, and said that I'd have to do anything he wanted if I wanted to keep seeing him.
I feel like I'm that slutty girl from high school, but I want to keep seeing him, and I will. In the past week the same two friends were over two more times, once together, the other separately, and my boyfriend has had 5 other friends have sex in me. I know in three weeks having 8 guys inside me makes me a slut but I'm still fat and my boyfriend still has sex with me and he enjoys it. So I'd rather be a fat slut, than a fat virgin staying at home every night.
My name is Cassidy. I’m 26, newly married, and I recently learned a friend of mine is a BBW fetish model. She does mostly-clothed photo shoots—I think the most she’s ever shown is her butt—and she mostly does it by herself.
This is the story of how she paid me to have sex with her.
I don’t know exactly why she picked me, except that she and I have completely different body types—I’m about 110 pounds in a soaking wet t-shirt, she’s 400 pounds—and “contrast” videos and photo sets are apparently popular. I’m straight—yes, I still call myself that, even though I just said I had sex with another woman—don’t really watch much porn, and I wasn’t even hard-up for cash then. I think it was because of how I found out and how I reacted.
I found out about my friend’s modeling business purely by accident, when she showed me some meme on her phone and her husband happened to text her. “New shoot’s ready,” he said, and he attached a photo of her, wearing a flowing dress hitched up over her butt, and no underwear.
I tried not to spit my drink out, but she could see my eyes grow wide. “I think your photos are ready?” I volunteered, handing her phone back.
She said a polite “oops,” tapped out a couple responses, and then put her phone down on the table, but still face up so I could make out a few more samples her husband sent over. She saw where my eyes went and smiled. I asked if those were boudoir shots and she smiled and told me about her modeling business.
Like I said, I’m a pretty boring, pretty straight petite lady. This was all new to me, and I was fascinated. I kept asking her how she got into it, how she felt about it, what kind of money she made from it, etc., and she just went through it so matter-of-factly. She offered to let me look at some other photos she had saved on her phone, which of course I accepted, and it was amazing to see this new, secret, super-sexy side to her.
That’s when she asked if I’d be interested in shooting some sets with her, and I agreed.
About a week later, she and I and her husband were in a park with a decent-sized playground, doing some basic “contrast” photos—showing off how much bigger she was than me. We agreed that these would be strictly clothes-on, maybe some hugging or hand-holding or carrying, but no kissing required. We went around and took a whole lot of photos of just the two of us having fun, sitting in swings and slides and seesaws, me playing hide-and-seek behind her, and her giving me some bear hugs and piggyback rides. We could have been any other couple taking engagement photos for all anyone else would have known.
The raciest it got was when I stumbled off her back, leaned over forward to catch myself, and she got behind me and grabbed my waist while I was bent down. We laughed, she gave a couple bumps with her belly and said “mama likey,” and we laughed some more before I got up. I still don’t know why, but just then I looked her in the eye, looked back at her husband, and awkwardly asked if she wanted to kiss, and she *did*, and then *we* did. Her husband got it all on film, but promised it wouldn’t go into the final collection (it didn’t, though he did send me those photos later).
We drove over to her house to do another photo shoot, this one in our underwear. My heart was racing from the kiss, and again when I saw her in her bra and panties, and again as she and her husband explained that we were going to do some tape measure comparisons and that it was “okay to be horny” there.
There’s something about having tape measure stretched and wrapped around you, of being restrained and appraised and knowing you’re being looked at in that much detail, and that you’re about to do the same to someone else, that’s just … I guess it’s like bondage, but without actually tying each other up. I had to work so hard to get my arms around her waist, her legs, her arms, her breasts, I was so close to her and felt her skin against mine … and then she just got both arms around *my* waist and stared down at *my* crotch to read out the measurements. I giggled like I did back when my then-fiancé and I had just started dating and were getting used to each other’s bodies and turn-ons. She pulled me in close, using the tape, and held me there, right up against her belly, and kissed me on the lips.
Her husband asked if we wanted to do the next part by ourselves, which snapped her a little out of her reverie and she answered yes. He helped us set up a video camera in her bedroom and left the house while we climbed onto her bed so I could “give her a massage.”
She lied down on her belly and gave the most adorable little sigh and shake. I unhooked her bra without even thinking about it and ran my hands along her back, her shoulders, her arms. She was so warm and soft, and she moaned just so right; I looked down and suddenly I was straddling her and gently grinding against her butt.
I slid my hands down, down, down, scooted back so I could grab onto her butt. I kissed her back as I went down, we all knew what was going down here, and she giggled with each tiny little smooch.
“I need to pull these off,” I told her, trying to sound confident. “To get the best massage, I need, um, access.”
She grinned and looked back and just positively *purred* out an “Okay.”
I slid her panties down, kept going past her knees, and tossed them off the bed. I was face-to-face with her naked ass—the closest I’d been to another lady’s ass since I’d been born—and I found myself almost drooling. I squeezed her ass with both hands, kneading it like dough, and it felt like playing with the world’s biggest water balloon.
Within two minutes, I wasn’t even pretending to give her a massage. I’d taken my top off, then my bottoms, then started to kiss her legs, her calves, her thighs, even her butt cheeks. She panted, moaned, pushed back into my face when my fingers met her pussy. My heart started racing as I realized what was happening; that I was fucking my friend; that I was being filmed fucking my friend; that I was being PAID to fuck my friend; that I hand my fingers inside another woman and was getting her off and I was only horny for more. What was I going to tell my fiancé? *Was* I going to tell my fiancé?
I didn’t care. My friend flipped over and threw her bra aside and I climbed on top of her and kissed her until she pushed my head down and between her legs. I licked her. I tongued and sucked and slurped her and tickled her thighs and held my breath as long as I could until I heard and *felt* her come, and then I was on top of her again and kissing her deeply. When she wrapped her arms around me I felt safer than anywhere else in the world.
Now it was my turn to get on my back. She was on top of me, pressing me down hard into the mattress. One hand clamped onto my neck, tilted my head up and back, and she was kissing and licking and biting my throat while her other hand started to finger me. I yelped the first time I felt her teeth against my skin, which just made her laugh. I could feel the hickeys she was leaving me with, and I didn’t care—at least, not enough to ask her to stop.
I came so fast to just her fingers, but she wasn’t done. I was still massaging my throat when I felt her tongue inside me, and soon I was loopy from coming twice in less than five minutes.
I vaguely heard her ask me to get something from the nightstand, and I guess I handed it to her, and when my vision started to clear—I get *so* loopy when I come—she was looming over me with her blue strap-on ready to go, and then she was holding me down, hard, with both hands and pounding me, pounding me, pounding me. Her belly slammed and slapped down onto mine as she thrust into me, and she gave me the most wicked and satisfied look on her face when it dawned on me what she was doing. My arms tingled where she was pinning me down, and I squirmed a bit because, yeah, it was a little scary. She got a look on her face when she was close to the edge, and suddenly her hands were back around my throat, and then she screamed a huge and primal scream as she came while fucking me and I felt the tremors of another orgasm wreck me.
Her hands came off of my throat, and now she was just lying down on top of me, panting and sweating, kissing me, still inside me. When I could move again, I hugged her and cried, just out of sheer … everything. I fell asleep in her arms.
In the morning, we had sex again—no cameras, just faces and fingers and tongues and toys—and then she paid me for the photo shoots and I went home. I have done a few more photo and video sessions with her, and she pays me and lays me very well every time. The only strange thing about the whole thing was how NORMAL she was after it all, like she can just switch off that part of her brain. We’ve hung out with each other and with other people in non-sexy situations since then, she was even in my wedding, and she just acts like nothing unusual happened.
As I write this up, I’m about to go over to her house for another session together. Tonight, she is going to introduce me to a friend of hers, and I have a feeling the three of us are going to fall asleep together in a big sexy pile in her bed. Wish me luck!
Hi!
I am a male (55yo), happily married to a wonderful 36yo BBW. Since six months my greatest desire is to watch her having hard sex with other guys...
How can I convince her?
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