Thursday, October 2, 2008

BBW

Sprechen sie Deutsch?

If so, take a look at BBW on Cam4. A live one, there are two constants about her cam. One, is that she's German only, and two, her big tits are ALWAYS on cam!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Im Auto abgewichst

From Outdoor Mature by way of xHamster...

MeAndHer4Fun

Ooooohh! This one looks GOOD!!! A full-figured lady and a guy in a hot tub, all of it on cam, live and real. meandher4fun at Cam4.

Oh, there she goes now showing the chubby pussy. Gotta go...

Fat Policewoman

Here's a preview of a video link I found over at SexAndFunForum.info of a huge boobed policewoman getting her body cavities searched by some lucky dude.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Story: Former Cheerleader

Yes, it really is about a bbw...but ya gotta stick with it through the cheerleader part

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Sometimes, blessings can really be a pain in the ass.

See, I had a good body for a young man. Muscular, good hair, stong jaw, and an almost pornstar-sized cock to top it all off. Best of all I had a tremendous throwing arm, which got me the spot as quarterback of the football team.

Now, if being a star quarterback and having my pick of the cheerleaders isn't your idea of a pain in the ass, let me explain. I didn't want that life. I wanted to go to the library, study and do something important with my life. How many Super Bowl MVPs have changed the world for the better? Sure, they're an inspiration to others, they inspire other meatheads pursue a career that consists of hitting other men for millions of dollars.

So why did I do it? Because I needed it. My family didn't have enough money to send me to a good school, but they made just enough that I didn't qualify for any meaningful scholarships. My parents thought I should join football as a freshman to get some excercise and get a more rounded experience from high school. By Junior year, I realized it was my ticket to college.

But being a quarterback means being the leader of the team. In my backwards, football-obsessed hometown, it means setting an example, and that means living up to an antiquated stereotypical macho male ideal. I've seen Revenge of the Nerds. I was expected to be the Alpha Beta, when sometimes I'd rather play chess with the nerds.

Of course, the star of the team has to date the head cheerleader. It's some kind of tradition that the alpha male gets the most attractive female (attractive according to the beer commercial makers, anyway). And when one's dating the head cheerleader, one can't just take her home at 9 o'clock. Again, I had standards to live up to, an example to set.

I remember the first time I had sex with her. Her name was Becky. She had a Playboy body. Pity I never had Hugh Hefner's taste. It was a few days after her eighteenth birthday (must not have scandal in our small town, and it wouldn't look good on a college application). We got a room in the city after a game, hot tub and everything. Of course, she gets me to relax in the tub first, so she can slip out of her cheerleader outfit and come out of the bathroom, naked, and pretend she "forgot" her swimsuit. She had perky C cup breasts, nice nipples, but a bit small for my liking. She had defined abs and a trimmed pussy (definitely a natural blonde).

Of course she wasn't my ideal woman, but she was a woman, and I was a hormone-driven teenager. I stood up and let her slip down my swimsuit, and saw her eyes bugle at my big half-hard cock in front of her face. Besides, I thought as she slipped it into her mouth, who ever gets to sleep with their dream woman all the time?

After four years of college football, I finally got to drop the super-macho persona. I got glasses and plaid shirts found new smart curvy girlfriends and blended into the rest of the group pursuing masters degrees alongside me. I found a plump redhead and we studied together. Maybe it wasn't my best decision for a study partner, some days all I did was study her. She had nice cleavage, which I admit now was more interesting than physics.

I spent the first summer off from grad school in my hometown. After a few weeks of, "my how you've changed?" and, "you look different," and, "it's good to see you, we never used to see you in the library," I decided to hide in my boyhood room for the summer.

Then one Wednesday morning, while my parents were off to work, there was a knock at the front door. Being the only person in the house, I figured I'd answer it. When I opened the door, a beautiful blonde was standing in the doorway. She wasn't holding a delivery, no clipboard or pamphlets. After I noted the absence of these I noticed the curves, the roundness of her hips and the way her shirt stretched around her chest. It was only once she talked that I recognized the voice.

"Becky?" I asked, quite surprised.

She nodded, "Mmm hmm."

Now, most would say she had let herself go, but I had to say, "Wow, you look great. It's good to see you."

She looked relieved. "You really think so? Oh, thank you. I heard you were back in town, hiding in here somewhere. You want to go out somewhere?"

"Sure," I said. First time in weeks I felt like leaving the house. I grabbed my wallet, put on my shoes, and headed out the door. I followed Becky down the driveway, watching her from behind the entire time. She had gotten wonderful curves since I last saw her. She looked back at me, and I didn't notice right away. She saw me looking at her, and when I looked up to her eyes they had a bit of a twinkle in them.

We got lunch and headed back over to her house. It wasn't quite a date, and we were quite a bit more personal than two people who had just met. After all, we had shared quite a few nights together at the end of high school. It was different now, though, as she had changed so much, I knew that seeing her again wouldn't be like it was before. And the way she had changed, I knew it would be better. Now I was actually wishing for that hot tub we spent our first time in those years ago.

We watched some TV on her couch and talked about what we'd been up to since the old days. I complimented her on her body a few times to see her reactions, to see if maybe she was still interested in me. She didn't seem to respond other than that she said she was so much more comfortable now, not having to live up to the fashion magazine ideals of a cheerleader.

I told her my story, why I acted the way I did in high school and how comfortable I was with my life now as well. But I had my reasons, I knew what they were, so I was wondering about hers.

"Well, I wish I could say I had some noble reason like you did. Truth is, all my friends were going to be cheerleaders, and I didn't want to be the one left out. Not that it helped in the long run, I don't talk to any of them anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Still, you've got me," and I smiled at her. "So why aren't you still hanging out with them?"

She sighed, and said, "I guess I changed after high school. They didn't, they went on to college and went to drinking parties to screw football players..."

"Not a bad way to spend an evening." I joked.

She smiled while rolling her eyes and continued, "well, I didn't get into a regular college. I guess I spent too many nights with the quarterback to do well enough on my finals." Ouch. "So I got a shit job for shit pay and that really straightened my priorities out. Never was a cheerleader again. But it was fun while it lasted...I got to meet a great guy back then."

"What, I'm not a great guy now?" It was meant as a joke, but something in her eyes said she was thinking about it. Did she think I was a great guy?

"Hold on a sec, I have something to show you. Just stay right here."

She went into her bedroom, and closed the door. Five minutes later, she came back out.

She apparently still had her cheerleading outfit. And she was wearing it.

I could definitely see where she had gained a bit of weight. Before the top came down to the top of her skirt, where now her round belly peeked out a bit. Her breasts had grown, too, threatening to bust out of the top. The skirt had a bit more curve to cover, and the effect was to make it much, much shorter than it once was.

She turned around so I could see it all, and when she came back around all I could say is, "wow."

"Yeah, I know, I can't believe I still fit into it at all."

There was apparently a miscommunication here.

"No, I mean, wow, that's...I mean, you're..." Not helping the communication problem.

She got the idea anyway, and seemed a bit surprised. "You like this? Me like this?"

"Well, yeah, I do."

"I guess this does bring back some memories, huh? A little sentimentality never hurt. That's why I kept it." She said.

Like that time years ago, I guess I was letting my crotch do my thinking for me, or maybe it was the openness of seeing her in such a sexy outfit, but I decided to just say, "No, I mean, I like you now. I meant, wow, as in, wow, that's sexy."

"Sexy?" She asked. "You, think I'm sexy like this?"

"Mmm hmm" I nodded. It was the best I could think of, still taking in the image of her curves squeezed into that outfit.

"But back then...I wasn't quite like this."

Painted into a corner. One way, I could admit that she wasn't that attractive to me back then. The other, I say she was hot back then and that means she doesn't seem that attractive now. I chose the truth: "Really, you weren't my type back then."

She was, understandably, a bit surprised. "Not your type..."

I took a step towards her. I played football, I knew a hail mary pass when I saw one coming. "Well, yeah, I liked you back then, you were cute and funny to hang out with, but if I didn't have the pressure from the coaches I probably would have picked someone that looks a lot more like, well, like you look now."

the pass is in the air. Would it be caught? She smiled. Yes!

"Okay, then. Now I've got to get out of this thing." And she turned to head back to her bedroom.

At first I thought she meant stripping, but as she turned to leave I realized she just meant getting out of the too-tight outfit and into something more comfortable. With almost no time to think, I just blurted out, "yeah, let's see what's under that outfit!"

She turned back towards me, looked me in the eyes, and said, "oh...you really are serious? You really like me like this."

"Yes! Of course I do. What, do I have to prove it?"

She looked at me, and said, "No, I think you've proven enough." And she walked into the bedroom.

What the hell did that mean? She looked at me, up and down, and said that I've proven enough. Looked down. I looked down. God, I hadn't realized how hard I was getting, it was showing right through my jeans.

Her door was still open, does that mean I go in there? Or wait out here?

She must have been waiting, because her head popped out from around the corner, and she said, "So why exactly is it that you like me more now?"

Well, if I was in a conversation, I suppose I should follow her...I walked into her bedroom, and sadly she was still dressed. Thankfully, it was still the cheerleader outfit. "Well, I suppose now the thought of your warm, soft skin pressed against mine, I like that. I like the curves," and I made a motion of her curves around her, following the contours of them without touching her. I got up to her chest, made a big curving motion, and said, "I especially like these curves."

She smiled, and as she did I could feel my manhood throbbing in my pants. She took my hand, pulled me to her, and kissed me. We kissed deeply, with a real passion that was never there before on my part. We put our arms around each other, and I could feel her pressed against me. I thought of her breasts pressed against my chest, and the throbbing began again in my pants. I could feel her press harder against me, especially where my throbbing seemed to have gotten her attention.

When we finally parted, she looked into my eyes, reached down and unbuttoned the top of the cheerleader outfit. Her breasts seemed to have pushed it open all on their own, released of the pressure keeping them inside. She wasn't wearing a bra, and they spilled out of the top as she pulled it off. I took off my shirt, and we kissed again, pressing skin to wonderful skin. After some time again, I couldn't take the suspense and reached a hand up to her breast. I cupped it in my hand, squeezed it. They weren't as perky as before, but they were much, much bigger and softer. I felt her reach down to do some squeezing of her own, her hand finding my cock and giving it a strong squeeze.

We were no longer pressed against each other, our hands in between us now feeling each other up and down. It was harder to keep our lips together like this, and soon we stopped kissing, simply looking and touching. I took the opportunity to bring a breast to my lips and gently lick, then suck her nipple. She took another step herself, reaching for my pants with both hands and beginning to undo my belt.

My pants slipped down, my underwear stretched from my erection pressing against it. I reached under her skirt and squeezed her ass, feeling that there wasn't anything under the old cheerleader skirt. I bent over to get a better squeeze, and found myself face to face with the front of her skirt. I moved my hands around to the front and lifted it up, seeing her still nicely trimmed blonde hair there. I kissed around it, and I heard her sigh. The anticipation was certainly building, and I tried to keep up the suspense while knowing that I really, really wanted her right now.

After a few kisses I pulled one of her legs up and rested it on the chair at her desk next to her. Her legs parted I leaned underneath her and licked. Her pussy wasn't like before, it was plump and round and beautiful. I kept going, and soon her legs began to shake a little. Not being able to stand quite as well, she put her leg down, took my hand, and led me to the bed. She sat down on the bed, with me standing in front of her, and pulled my underwear down. I was by this time fully hard, and her eyes got a bit wide again, just like the last time. I guess I still had an inch or two to grow in my late teens, and she said, "well, it looks like I'm not the only one who got bigger after high school."

The compliment aroused me even further, and just then she took the head of my cock in her mouth. I was a bit bigger than most, and she couldn't take it all the way in, so her hand began stroking what she couldn't suck.

I knew I might not last too long with her doing that, so I reached down and began feeling her skin again. I worked my way down to her legs again, and then worked my way between them, and began rubbing.

Finally, she reached her arms around me and pulled me down onto the bed. I laid down next to her, and she lifted a leg up over me and straddled me. She reached down, and I felt her hand on me again. It was a wonderful sensation, but I knew what was coming would be even better. I could just feel the head of my cock against the lips of her pussy when she leaned back and I felt it slide in. It was an incredible feeling. She began to bounce up and down on top of me, and I just lay there, mesmerized by her enormous breasts swinging in front of me. I began squeezing them, then I sat up as bit and licked them. She began to bounce harder and faster, and she leaned her head back and began to moan.

Her moaning got louder, and I could feel her shudder on top of me. I knew she was having an orgasm, and I intended for it to not be the last today.

She slowed and stopped, out of breath, and leaned forward, her chest on mine, and we kissed deeply for some time. Then she rolled off of me, and lay next to me. I rolled on top of her and paused. I was wondering if she'd had enough, or become sore, instead I was met with a look that seemed to say, "what are you waiting for?"

So I slid my cock inside of her, and her face changed from questioning to ecstasy as I did. I thrust hard, but not too hard. This time, with her head on a pillow, I could see the look on her face as she approached climax, and reached it. I was close myself, but I held back. It was a mistake, as she finished her orgasm she put a hand up against me. I stopped, and I could see on her face that she was sore.

I lay next to her, our breathing ragged and heavy. She was lightly stroking my cock, and she looked at me and said, "Sorry, I can't do that anymore. It's been a long time." With a twinkle in her eye, she said, "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you." After that, she got up and kneeled on the ground. She brought one of my legs over to one side of her, so that she was between my legs, my erect cock straight up in the air in front of her. She stroked it, then brought her lips down to it and took it in her mouth again. She stroked and sucked as she did before for a minute. Then she reached down with both hands and brought her breasts up onto my lap. She wrapped them around my manhood, and began bouncing them up and down, stroking me with her huge chest. I could feel myself close to cumming, and she looked down at what she was doing, and then at my face and said, "you know, there are advantages to having a body like this."

"There sure are." I agreed.

"But you know," looking down at where the head of my cock and more than an inch of shaft stuck out from in between her breasts, "I've never had anyone long enough for me do to this before."

For an instant I was curious about her other men, but then I realized it was meant as compliment and then I lost all concentration as she brought her lips down over my cock. She was sucking on the head and the few inches below it while her breasts stroked up and down the rest. I couldn't take that for long, and soon I said, "Ohhhh, I'm going to cum!" She pulled her head back, and cum squirted up from me onto her neck and all over her breasts. She gave it a few more strokes up and down with her breasts, smearing what was on them all over and getting a couple squirts more onto her.

She wiped up with one of her blankets and tossed it aside. We lay there together for quite a few minutes before either of us could speak. Finally I said, "I think I've proven that I think you're sexy."

"Yeah, almost, we'll see though." I could tell she was joking. But I had one more thing I could do. I took her hand in mine, and brought it down to my crotch. She wrapped it around my cock, which was already half hard again and began throbbing in her hand.

She pulled her hand back, and said, "Already!?!?" I nodded. She said, "Well, fine, I guess I believe you now..." and I felt her hand move down my torso again.
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