Mitch shuddered as Jenna's hot breath washed over his face, her new husky voice reverberating in his loins: "Wanna help me get these panties off? They're really wedged in there." Knowing full well her perverted boyfriend would never object to a request such as that one, she giggled down at him, and coyly chewed on her nail. When Mitch did nothing more than stare up at her and blink, she giggled again and scrambled off of him. She sat up on her knees in the middle of her bedroom, and promptly stuck her hand between her legs, lightly massaging her netherregions which were trapped within. Her other hand went straight to one of her breasts, where her digits sunk into the abundant flesh. Needless to say her tits were so large at this point that one hand alone (and possibly both of them) was not able to properly 'handle' a single mammary. Not that Jenna didn't have fun trying.
Mitch pushed himself back up into a sitting position, and drank in the sight of his behemoth of a girlfriend. Of course, the term 'behemoth' implies a certain degree of offensive imagery, which far from the truth. This giant, soft-looking Jenna was the most beautiful and erotic creature he had ever laid eyes upon. He didn't know what to focus on first! Her enormous-but-firm, jiggling tits? Her soft and rounded but still attractive tummy? Her wide, luscious hips framing the round fleshy cheeks of her ass? Her soft and strong looking arms? Actually, Mitch was initially drawn to her thick, rounded thighs, where her hand was currently buried. "Panties...?" he whispered to himself, as he finally began to process the request his giant girlfriend had given him.
"Mmm-hm-hm," Jenna chuckled. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed the lovely feelings washing over her body, centering around the erogenous zones her hands were currently manipulating.
Mitch shook his head clear of the cobwebs, and slid off of the bed. His jaw dropped; even lowered onto her knees, Jenna was still taller than him. Dazed, his eyes roamed down to the source of her apparent frustration: her panties. Well... he could barely see them. They were stretched so taut that they practically disappeared within her fleshy hips and thighs. It was a marval that they were even still intact, and Mitch got the distinct impression that Jenna could've simply torn them off if she really wanted. That is, if she didn't want him to remove them for her...
He quickly scanned her bedroom, and located a pair of scissors sitting on her desk. He grabbed them and approached his immense girlfriend from the side. Tentatively, he placed his hand on the side of her rotund ass cheek and allowed it to sink into her flesh. There was a soft cooing noise from above him, and that combined with the pleasant feel of her body invigorated Mitch, encouraging him to proceed. He moved behind her, and took a brief moment to admire the swells of her ass taking up most of the space in front of him. He pushed against her flesh with one hand, so that he could slide a finger under the over-taxed band of her panties.
Jenna understood immediately what her boyfriend was attempting, and leaned forward so that she was essentially presenting her ballooned ass to Mitch. She rested her upper half on her bed, trapping her breasts between her torso and the mattress, the flesh overflowing beneath her out to the sides and up around her chin. She smiled and sighed at the sensation, and couldn't help herself from rocking her upper body, effectively grinding her nipples against her bedsheets. She spread her legs as best she could, but her thighs were so thick that they were still fairly close together. She slid her hand deeper between her thighs, trailing her fingers along the sopping wet wedgie her panties were creating.
Mitch blinked as he beheld this display of sexual need, namely Jenna's soft fingers gliding along her partially-covered labia. Licking his lips, he stepped forward and slid the scissors into the waistband - first over one hip, and then over the other. Her panties practically snapped off of her body, held aloft only by the fingers that were holding them against her sex. But Mitch took the mangled undergarment and pulled it out, the friction as it slid across Jenna's pussy causing her to moan in pleasure. "You're gunna f-fuck me now, right, Mitch?" she practically whimpered.
Mitch's heart raced in his chest, and he quickly tossed the scissors and ruined panties aside. Dutifully, he stepped forward and promptly slid his cock between those giant, fleshy ass cheeks. Jenna moaned in approval as she felt her boyfriend penetrate her swollen, dripping slit, and Mitch likewise sighed happily as he felt the soaking heat of her sex engulf his cock. He was delighted when he realized that Jenna was so big that he didn't even need to really bend over to fuck her; her ass was already almost level with his pelvis. He immediately proceeded to piston into her, reveling in the sensation of her flesh smothering his entire midsection, from his stomach down to his thighs. Each time he thrust, he pressed into her deeper and deeper, so that more and more flesh ground up against him.
To reciprocate, Jenna instinctively closed her soft, chubby legs around Mitch's comparatively skinny pair, effectively trapping him between her thighs. He couldn't really move anymore, but he was far from complaining and proceeded to grind into her as best he could. The problem Jenna was having, however, was when she began to realize that her boyfriend simply wasn't filling her the way she needed. Oh, the penetration was still good... So very, very good! But she needed to milk him for all he was worth.
Gradually, she began to push herself up. No longer leaning forward, Mitch was pushed backwards, slowly being lowered to the floor where Jenna's giant, soft thighs kept him pinned. Not that he was complaining. Not even when she began to spread her legs and lower her weight on top of him. Her firm yet soft ass cheeks overflowed his body, covering him almost from chest to knees. She settled her entire weight on top of him, but the plushness of her ass negated much of the pressure, leaving Mitch in a state of heavenly warmth and comfort.
Jenna's mind was lost in a lust-filled fog as she began to gyrate her hips into the smaller figure beneath her. Mitch may not have been completely filling her, but it didn't matter. Her orgasm was approaching nevertheless, fueled by the fact that she could now focus more of her attention on her breasts. She hugged them to her body, reveling in their warmth and softness as they overflowed her arms and pooled up around her neck and chin. She then took one in both of her hands, and hefted it up to her mouth. Almost frantically, she searched the expansive surface of smooth, silky flesh until she located her fat, turgid nipple, and pulled it between her plush lips.
Mitch's moans and groans were lost under the sounds of Jenna's much louder vocalizations. He was on the verge of cumming, and tried desperately to thrust his hips up more firmly into her ass, but to no avail-- she was simply too heavy. So he opted to reach around and caress as much of her smooth, soft ass and thighs as he could. Finally, he felt a river of searing hot liquid rush over his pelvis and pool around his legs. The sensation - the knowledge that his giantess of a girlfriend was cumming her heart out - was enough to send him over the edge.
When all was said and done, Jenna came to her senses and realized that she was probably crushing her boyfriend. Quickly she pushed herself up, turned around, and hovered over him. Relief flooded her senses as she saw him smiling up at her. Sighing happily, she plopped down in front of her bed, with what Mitch thought was a particularly adorable "oof". The impact of her butt on the floor sent a tremor through the entire room, causing Jenna to break out in a brief fit of giggles. Which in turn caused her entire body to jiggle ferociously, much to Mitch's delight. Calming herself, Jenna reached forward - a sly, playful grin adorning her pretty plush lips - and lifted her seemingly half-sized boyfriend clear off the ground, and subsequently planted him sideways in her lap.
Were it not for the very recent activities the misproportioned lovers had partaken in, Mitch would've been hard in an instant when the side of one of her titanic mammaries mashed against his torso. He felt like a ch1ld sitting with her like this - indeed, he was the size of one in comparison to her ten-foot frame - and secretly wished that Jenna was enjoying the same little fantasy he was currently forming. Truly, he would'nt have minded sitting with her like this for hours at a time.
But it seemed Jenna had an agenda. Smiling wickedly at him, she reached behind her and retrieved the forgotten BlueBerry from the bed, and pushed into his hands. And for the second time that day, Mitch found himself waiting with bated breath for her to request something exceedingly kinky.
Thu Jul 21 01:07:09 2011