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From: "Asterisk" <captinlogic@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The knoght and the lady part 2 (mf, bbw)
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Date: Thu, 04 May 2006 21:10:07 -0400
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THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY PART TWO [part 2 of 2]

By: Asterisk (captinlogic@hotmail.com)

Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Irena's hands roamed over Paul's

reasonably fit body, tugging like small birds at the fabric of his

flannel shirt. Paul meanwhile was squeezing and enjoying the soft flesh

of her huge hips, his cock growing to titanic proportions in his jeans.

There tongues met and coiled around each other. Paul tasted the rum and

coke she'd had earlier. Their arms went about each other and held

tightly, bodies moving in a rhythm as old as man.

At last they pulled apart, panting for breath and smiling happily at

each other.

"You're one hell of a kisser," he said, wiping a sheen of

sweat from his forehead.

Irena patted her hair back into place and pulled a set of keys from her

pocket.. "Comes with the trade," she said, putting the key in the

ignition. "We fat girls are supposed to be the best kissers and blowers

around."

"That's what I hear. You gonna show me what you can do with that

marvelous mouth of yours?" he asked, admiring her profile in the dim

backlight of the streetlamps.

"Oh i'll show you a lot more than that old boy," she said, grinning

wickedly and bobbing her breasts again. Those breasts must've weighed

ten pounds each, and he could see the thick cords of muscle on her shoulders from hauling htem around.

They exchanged little bits of info about each other. Turned out Irena

was a web design consultant who worked at home. "Guess companies don't

want a girl as big as me to ruin their image," she commented,

shrugging. "That's ok; I'm making more money than I would be with them

anyway," she said. "Screw them."

"You're doing a whole hell of a lot better than me. I just got canned

today."

"Whatever for?"

Paul shrugged and made a helpless gesture. "I was getting too old. The

recording studio wanted new blood I guess."

"What bastards!" she exclaimed. "I just hate it when people who are

perfectly good at what they do get fired for no good reason other than

the fact management thinks they can find somebody younger who can do

it better."

"Hell, maybe they will anyway," Paul said, looking out the window at the

passing cityscape. They had entered a fairly nice neighborhood. Irena

pulled into the driveway of a long low ranch style house and shut off

the engine.

They sat in silence for a while, and then they came together again.

"God I want you so bad," Paul murmured into her hair, stroking her

gently.

"The feeling is mutual," she said just as softly. "So let's go inside

where it's warm and get what we both want.

They got out of the car, and moved quickly up the walk and into the

house. Almost immediately they were in each others arms again, Paul

kicking the door shut behind them.

Now his hands were free to roam wherever they wanted. They moved down

her back to the broad curve of her wide wide hips and onto the sweet

mounds of her buttocks. She was so big and soft! He ground his hips

against her, feeling the bulge of her belly pressing firmly into his

own. She felt his dick throbbing an reached down to squeeze it. Paul

moaned and pressed into her harder.

Before he knew it, he was in the bedroom. Irena pushed him down on the

bed and walked over to a stereo setup in the corner, swaying her huge

hips provocatively.

Paul watched. Soon, soft mellow music poured into the room. And then

began the most wonderful strip tease he'd ever seen.

Irena disappeared for a moment into the adjoining bath. When she came

out, the first three buttons on her blouse were undone, and she began

swaying her big soft body to the beat. she sached across the room that

way, lifting the hem of her blouse a few inches on each pass until it

was just under her gigantic breasts. Then she disappeared into the

bathroom again.

This time when she came out the blouse was halfway undone, and as she

shimmied across the room, it came off on the second pass. She was

wearing a steel reinforced bra to contain her enormous mounds. Paul had

pulled off his jeans and was furiously jerking off as he watched her

humongous tits and ass jiggling as she danced. The bra came off and

was flung into a corner. Now she began hefting and playing with her

tits, tweaking the sausage like nipples and gyrating her hips and

thrusting her pussy at him.

Paul was only moments away from shooting his load all over her pink

bedspread, so he stopped. And the next time she came out she'd decided

to quit fucking around, because she was naked as a jaybird.

She flounced over to the bed and straddled him, hanging her enormous

boobs and belly in his face. Paul's hands immediately began to explore.

He couldn't believe the size of her tits; they were so big he could fit

his head between them and disappear.

"Do me baby," he said thickly.

And she did.

She rolled off the bed and knelt down. Her soft hand engulfed his shaft

and began moving up and down its length very slowly. Then she took him

in her mouth. Her tongue flickered over the head and Paul groaned and

began fucking her mouth vigorously. She was squeezing the base of his

cock with one hand and reaching between her tree trunk thighs and

fingering herself with the other.

"come up here," Paul managed between pants. He didn't want to go off

without having her first.

She obliged and Paul climbed on top of her, sinking into the warm heat

of her flesh. Her breasts flattened and spread out under him. Her belly

heaved like a small mountain under his. He began loving her with his

tongue, starting with her lips and running down her neck till he got to

her breasts. Then he began in earnist. His tongue ran across her

nipples and she moaned in pleasure. He took the breast, or as much of

it as he could, in his hands and began sucking it like a baby. Her

moans grew more frantic. The scent of her pussy drifted up to him. He

worked on the other gigantic breast then, still unbelieving at their

weight and size.

"Fuck me, o god please do me good," she said in a haf scream. Paul moved

between her thighs (such huge thighs, they were bigger than his body)

and probed her pussy with his fingers. She moaned and bucked her hips

at him, almost throwing him off. God she was big.

He ran his finger into her sopping wet pussy, and expertly flicked the

pleasure button there. Her thighs clamped around his arm, nearly

cutting off the circulation. Then he really moved in, as it were.

He took his dick and placed it at the opening of her pussy, running over

the labia in slow motion. It was driving him as crazy as it was her.

At last he entered her, feeling her pussy tighten around him and draw

him deeper. He moved with slow deliberate thrusts, massaging and

kneading her great breasts. as he did so. He wanted to bury his dick

between those breasts, and the thought of that caused his balls to

tighten and spew forth a torent of thick cum.

Irena felt it go, and the feel of it, a sensation she hadn't felt in a

long time, drove her also over the edge. Her bakc arched, causing her

breasts to fall across her face, muffling her scream of pleasure. Paule

lay there on her, his dick softening and gradually falling out of her

pussy. His head was pillowed on a massive breast.

"God that was incredible," Irena said, her voice soft and mellow, sexed

out.

Paul rolled off her an lay next to her, throwing an arm and leg across

her. "I know. I've always wanted to be with a big woman like you. Never

happened though."

"Was it good for you," she asked, looking at him with those incredible

soft eyes.

He leaned up on one elbow and kissed her. That was all the answer she

needed.

I haven't decided whether or not to write a part three. What do you

think, and what should happen. Let me know
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