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Chapter 2.
A few years later: Eva, We meet again. Then she disappears. Brief encounter with Anne Marie's big ass.
This time the choir convention was not situated in Budapest. It was moved to a remote mountainside village some 500 km from the city, on the banks of the Danube. Beautiful location no doubt, perfect for harmony singing, except, I wasn't there for the harmony, rather for the vacation sex©. I greatly missed the Marriott Hotel, with the luxury jacuzzi, air-conditioning and room service. Instead, we were put in a dormitory of some sort, which in communist times has been used as a nursing school. The rooms were small, there was one single toilet room with a bowl (thank goodness...), a shower which spewed warm water and could accommodate one single man, if not too big. Disgrace! There was no twin bed! There were two standard beds but not next to each other; probably to increase privacy, which I didn't need. Well. Eva was skinny enough to enjoy a thorough screwing on a narrow bed, or so I hoped.
Well, we checked in, and to my pleasant surprise, my friend whom I had met in the airport was sleeping in the adjacent room. Well, let me tell you about my friend Anne-Marie.
I came flying from Copenhagen, where I have some business. At the passport control I noticed before me a very tall, considerably overweight, yet short of obese, middle-aged lady, arguing with the clerk. "I'm a Dutch citizen!" She cried. "This is my Nicaraguan passport. I misplaced my Dutch passport. I did not know I needed a visa. Please let me through, or at least let me purchase a visa." She begged and the clerk simply went on with whatever she was doing, ignoring the nice lady. I jumped in.
"Please, madam, this is my fiancé..." glancing at her passport, I saw her name. "Anne-Marie. We're together. I didn't know there should be any problem."
"Nicaraguans require a visa. Get in line to the visa application counter." The clerk said with her heavy Hungarian accent.
"She is a Dutch citizen, I swear." I handed the clerk a 100 Euro bill, winking. Must have been more than her weekly salary, because she looked at me with a funny expression in her eyes, put the money in an envelop and attempted a crooked smile. Inspecting my Dutch passport she heavily lifted the visa stamp and stamped both our passports. Then keyed something into her terminal, handed us our documents and lets us go.
"Thank you, Mr..."
"Joost Smit, at your service."
"Here is your money..." She fished some bills from her over-sized bag. I admired her giant form. Usually I'm not attracted to large women, but something in this lady's behavior caused my "jonge heer" cock to twitch.
"Don't worry about it. I refuse to take it." I looked and her fat boobs. They were shaking in her pink T-shirt, obviously trapped in a bra one size too small. Anne-Marie was about my height but a lot heavier. Her hair was short and thin, her face fair but plain and her thick figure reminded me of a butch friend I used to correspond with. Suddenly I needed to fuck her, that was a simple fact. I was attracted to this middle aged overweight, not pretty, too tall and beefy woman, whom I did not know.
"But, Sir, why should you..."
"Lets claim the luggage, then I'll buy you some coffee. I know where to get the best cakes in Budapest. Hungarians are experts in stuffing as many calories in a cubic centimeter of cake." She kept complaining but stuck with me. We got our luggage and the rented Mercedes and were off to town. Drinking the best and most expensive coffee in the Marriott hotel I then asked her.
"What brings you to Budapest?"
"I'm going to a choir convention. My acappella group is waiting for me... in..." I had to laugh. Anne-Marie was going to the same convention. I didn't even have to seduce her.
"You'll come with me. I'm going there myself."
"YOU ARE????" She started stuttering in astonishment.
"Stay with me tonight in my room, we are going tomorrow together."
"I can't, I'm a married woman."
"I'll have another bed moved in. I don't plan to seduce you, unless you want me to..." I gave her the big eye look. She didn't answer so I continued. "Shall I rent you another room?"
"Are you out of your mind?! You don't even know me, this is an expensive hotel." Oh, how easily women get confused.
Alas, I didn't fuck her that night. She slept in the next bed, annoying me with her snoring and farting. I peeked at her enormous boobies which sagged out of her nightgown, masturbated quietly while I fantasized about her big ass. She must weigh 90 Kg, and be 1.80meter tall I guessed, while stealthily raising her nightgown to get a good look at the merchandise. She wore baggy panties and her pussy was puffy and fat. Two large stains marked the place where the fabric absorbed her female moisture. She sensed my manipulation of her lingerie, opened her eyes for an instance, turned her ass towards me and continued to snore. I placed my head about 2 cm from her ass, inhaling and waiting for her to sink deeper into slumber. When she was way down, I removed the panties and managed to kiss the bottom. Short stubby hairs concentrated near her split but I was too chicken to attempt to spread the cheeks. Then I felt really tired, covered her and returned to my bed. Anne-Marie was a very stupid woman, trusting a total stranger for a 100 Euro. I could make use of her stupidity later on.
Anyhow, when I woke up the next morning at 5 AM, her big fat ass was clutched to my now throbbing erection. Nothing could have happened, because both she and me had panties on. She, even had a night gown. She must have invaded my twin bed while I slept. I needed a piss, but could not get up without waking Anne-Marie. I felt her fantastic breasts. They were tied up in a stupid bra. What kind of woman goes to bed, someone elses bed, wearing a bra? They were soft, mushy, heavy, firm and very very large. Heaven. I couldn't resist pinching the left nipple, which got hard, while I managed to get my right hand under her big belly, searching for her cunt. I underestimated the magnitude of her soft belly, as my hand did not reach her pussy and her weight hurt my arm. I pulled it back, grabbing her ass instead, from behind, and freeing my throbbing erection. I raised her cheap white gown and lowered her panties. Hmmmmm.... Big ass, and very firm, just like her boobies. I tried to maneuver my cock to the entrance but the position and angle were not optimal and her flesh was very firm and unyielding for me to pass through. The she turned around and started kissing me feverishly, calling, "Pedro! Pedro!" mumblıng Dutch. Who, for crying out loud, is Pedro? Her husband? She now held my cock, kissing me and mumbo jumboing in Dutch while I tried to remove her bra, once succeeding with my mission, dived to suck, one after the other. She pushed my head down towards the muff and I complied. I knew exactly what to do. Her ass was enormous and her split juicy, soft and quite frankly, rather smelly. I didn't mind much, being as horny as I was and enjoyed licking her. She was rather slow in climbing to her climax, so I attempted something more daring, and started biting her pudenda all over, momentarily avoiding the clitoris, which in her case was rather developed and protruding. I like a big clit every once in a while. She liked the diversion, so I ventured something different and descended to her rectum with my tongue. I like that, too, if I'm very turned on. "No, no," she objected, "not that." Indeed, she did not taste that good. Fat women can sweat a lot, you know, or maybe you don't. I don't recall her getting a bath in the evening, nor a shower. But now she was alert and forgetting her laziness started pushing my mouth roughly to her clit, anxiously agitating her pudenda to create more friction, then with a deep sigh and a heave she came. I loved her contractions, man, I could really feel her cunt clutch and release, clutch and spasm and release, alternating. She nearly ripped my luxurious hair off my scalp in her ecstasy.
"Was it good for you as it was for me?" I smiled in the darkness.
"Oh, it's you." She recognized my voice.
"I'm sorry I can't be Pedro. Who is Pedro?"
"I know you are not Pedro. Pedro is fat and old and bald. He is my husband. He doesn't like to go down on me any more than I like to suck his piemel."
I was now at face level with her, trying to insert my now almost aching piemel in her now luxuriously soaking cunt, clutching her blown up boobs. They were remarkable. My cock reached the target with ease and penetrated almost instantly. She pushed me off. "No, no, I don't like my pussy touched after orgasm."
"What!???"
"What you heard. It is too sensitive and it tickles. You'll have to wait."
"How long?" I was desperate.
"Not long. 10 minutes at most." I walked to pee. Returning to her, she didn't let me yet.
"Not yet, I can't."
"This is very frustrating, Anne-Marie. You had your fun." I said, unabashedly massaging and masturbating before her eyes. She liked it, I think.
"You have a cute piemel."
"Should I be insulted? You didn't say anything about the size."
"Pedro's is bigger." Oh, God, a smart broad would never say that. "But yours is harder, and just as thick, and circumcised. Let me help you out with my mouth." She went down on me, not exactly what I had anticipated but I was desperate. Holding my penis clumsily with her hand she applied her mouth just as clumsily to my erection. I lost it after two minutes of this useless sucking. No amount of handling or sucking helped. What was I thinking? Here is a lady 10 years older than myself, not beautiful, not particularly sexy, with ugly hair and a plain face and a smelly vagina, while just 300 km away awaited me Hungary's most beautiful chick, one who could easily star in any erotic feature, win a beauty pageant, and get anybody she desired. Why was I wasting time with Anne-Marie? I couldn’t explain this weird infatuation with this plain woman. I will find the opportunity to fuck her sometime in the future, I comforted my frustration. She looked disappointed that I did not reward her with a load of my slimy genetic material and seemed rather upset. 10 minutes had passed so I attempted to mount her again and put my now slightly flaccid 'piemel' back in the target. But neither of us was interested enough to continue.
"I got a thyroid condition," she claimed. "I'm very slowly aroused and often I don't have an orgasm at all."
"I don't believe you. You nearly strangled me with your orgasm!"
"Yeah, it was great, wasn't it? But I don't like to cheat on Pedro. I do it only on vacations and then never tell him anything."
"And he? Does he cheat on you?"
"Pedro!? You got to be k**ding. Who would want a 50 year old bald fat slob with a diabetes? Yeah, he probably cheats on me, but I don't care. We never go to vacation together, I don't question him and he doesn't question me. He knows I'm not such a sex machine, I need my time."
We ate, left and started to long ride to that damn forsaken village.
We arrived early in the evening, registered in the Hotel and had a beer in the local restaurant while waiting for Eva to appear. She appeared later, looked distressed but kissed me, shook Anne-Marie's hand and sat down. She did not disclose what was the reason of her upset mood. I got to admit, she looked just as fabulous as 3 years ago, only her hair was a bit longer, her breasts even bigger and her face seemed more mature, although still very young. The contrast between the stunning young Hungarian lady and her much older, much heavier and not so pretty Dutch-Guatemalan rival was remarkable. How could I lust Anne-Marie, who completely paled in comparison to Eva? Well, I did. My cock tingled every time I looked at this whale-like MILF, and my penis does not lie. In fact, it tingled more in the direction of the hefty woman. I was now horny as hell.
"Let's go to the hotel room." We had left, leaving Anne-Marie behind. I felt sorry for her. On the way Eva talked.
"Who is your friend?"
"I met her in the airport. I helped her with the visa."
"Did you fuck her?" "Nearly. I just licked her, but she didn't let me fuck her."
"Why not?"
"She’s got issues. Never mind."
"Do you fancy her?"
"Oh, yes. She's got such fine jugglers."
"I got to talk to you."
"What's the problem? Is this Tamás again?"
"No, it's Diana."
"Diana? Who is she?"
"My daughter, my 4 year old daughter from Tamás".
"You? You have a daughter? What's wrong with her?"
"She got asthma. I may need to leave tonight."
"Back to Budapest?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, that's too bad."
"You have Anne-Marie."
"Yes." But although I at this moment preferred fucking the fat old Guatemalan-Dutch, I regretted not having a second go with Eva. God works in mysterious ways. Do you believe in a divine providence? The second time this stunt happens to me and Eva.
"Stay tonight, and go tomorrow. What did you mean when you said Diana is from Tamás? Have you got other k**s?"
"I have three." I could't believe her. "Two from Tamás and one from another guy."
"What?? How old are you?"
"I'm 31. I'm sorry that I don't feel very much like having sex. I'm worried about Diana."
"You have to go. How are you going back?"
"Tamás is on his way." He appeared at our room 2 hours later. It was 10 PM. Eva did not try to conceal the fact that she had been allocated to a room with another man. Tamás didn't seem to worry about it, though. Anyhow, it was too late for them to return to Budapest, so they took to another room. That's when the surprise hit me!
(Note for the reader: The real granny story is yet to come! Stay tuned!)
A few years later: Eva, We meet again. Then she disappears. Brief encounter with Anne Marie's big ass.
This time the choir convention was not situated in Budapest. It was moved to a remote mountainside village some 500 km from the city, on the banks of the Danube. Beautiful location no doubt, perfect for harmony singing, except, I wasn't there for the harmony, rather for the vacation sex©. I greatly missed the Marriott Hotel, with the luxury jacuzzi, air-conditioning and room service. Instead, we were put in a dormitory of some sort, which in communist times has been used as a nursing school. The rooms were small, there was one single toilet room with a bowl (thank goodness...), a shower which spewed warm water and could accommodate one single man, if not too big. Disgrace! There was no twin bed! There were two standard beds but not next to each other; probably to increase privacy, which I didn't need. Well. Eva was skinny enough to enjoy a thorough screwing on a narrow bed, or so I hoped.
Well, we checked in, and to my pleasant surprise, my friend whom I had met in the airport was sleeping in the adjacent room. Well, let me tell you about my friend Anne-Marie.
I came flying from Copenhagen, where I have some business. At the passport control I noticed before me a very tall, considerably overweight, yet short of obese, middle-aged lady, arguing with the clerk. "I'm a Dutch citizen!" She cried. "This is my Nicaraguan passport. I misplaced my Dutch passport. I did not know I needed a visa. Please let me through, or at least let me purchase a visa." She begged and the clerk simply went on with whatever she was doing, ignoring the nice lady. I jumped in.
"Please, madam, this is my fiancé..." glancing at her passport, I saw her name. "Anne-Marie. We're together. I didn't know there should be any problem."
"Nicaraguans require a visa. Get in line to the visa application counter." The clerk said with her heavy Hungarian accent.
"She is a Dutch citizen, I swear." I handed the clerk a 100 Euro bill, winking. Must have been more than her weekly salary, because she looked at me with a funny expression in her eyes, put the money in an envelop and attempted a crooked smile. Inspecting my Dutch passport she heavily lifted the visa stamp and stamped both our passports. Then keyed something into her terminal, handed us our documents and lets us go.
"Thank you, Mr..."
"Joost Smit, at your service."
"Here is your money..." She fished some bills from her over-sized bag. I admired her giant form. Usually I'm not attracted to large women, but something in this lady's behavior caused my "jonge heer" cock to twitch.
"Don't worry about it. I refuse to take it." I looked and her fat boobs. They were shaking in her pink T-shirt, obviously trapped in a bra one size too small. Anne-Marie was about my height but a lot heavier. Her hair was short and thin, her face fair but plain and her thick figure reminded me of a butch friend I used to correspond with. Suddenly I needed to fuck her, that was a simple fact. I was attracted to this middle aged overweight, not pretty, too tall and beefy woman, whom I did not know.
"But, Sir, why should you..."
"Lets claim the luggage, then I'll buy you some coffee. I know where to get the best cakes in Budapest. Hungarians are experts in stuffing as many calories in a cubic centimeter of cake." She kept complaining but stuck with me. We got our luggage and the rented Mercedes and were off to town. Drinking the best and most expensive coffee in the Marriott hotel I then asked her.
"What brings you to Budapest?"
"I'm going to a choir convention. My acappella group is waiting for me... in..." I had to laugh. Anne-Marie was going to the same convention. I didn't even have to seduce her.
"You'll come with me. I'm going there myself."
"YOU ARE????" She started stuttering in astonishment.
"Stay with me tonight in my room, we are going tomorrow together."
"I can't, I'm a married woman."
"I'll have another bed moved in. I don't plan to seduce you, unless you want me to..." I gave her the big eye look. She didn't answer so I continued. "Shall I rent you another room?"
"Are you out of your mind?! You don't even know me, this is an expensive hotel." Oh, how easily women get confused.
Alas, I didn't fuck her that night. She slept in the next bed, annoying me with her snoring and farting. I peeked at her enormous boobies which sagged out of her nightgown, masturbated quietly while I fantasized about her big ass. She must weigh 90 Kg, and be 1.80meter tall I guessed, while stealthily raising her nightgown to get a good look at the merchandise. She wore baggy panties and her pussy was puffy and fat. Two large stains marked the place where the fabric absorbed her female moisture. She sensed my manipulation of her lingerie, opened her eyes for an instance, turned her ass towards me and continued to snore. I placed my head about 2 cm from her ass, inhaling and waiting for her to sink deeper into slumber. When she was way down, I removed the panties and managed to kiss the bottom. Short stubby hairs concentrated near her split but I was too chicken to attempt to spread the cheeks. Then I felt really tired, covered her and returned to my bed. Anne-Marie was a very stupid woman, trusting a total stranger for a 100 Euro. I could make use of her stupidity later on.
Anyhow, when I woke up the next morning at 5 AM, her big fat ass was clutched to my now throbbing erection. Nothing could have happened, because both she and me had panties on. She, even had a night gown. She must have invaded my twin bed while I slept. I needed a piss, but could not get up without waking Anne-Marie. I felt her fantastic breasts. They were tied up in a stupid bra. What kind of woman goes to bed, someone elses bed, wearing a bra? They were soft, mushy, heavy, firm and very very large. Heaven. I couldn't resist pinching the left nipple, which got hard, while I managed to get my right hand under her big belly, searching for her cunt. I underestimated the magnitude of her soft belly, as my hand did not reach her pussy and her weight hurt my arm. I pulled it back, grabbing her ass instead, from behind, and freeing my throbbing erection. I raised her cheap white gown and lowered her panties. Hmmmmm.... Big ass, and very firm, just like her boobies. I tried to maneuver my cock to the entrance but the position and angle were not optimal and her flesh was very firm and unyielding for me to pass through. The she turned around and started kissing me feverishly, calling, "Pedro! Pedro!" mumblıng Dutch. Who, for crying out loud, is Pedro? Her husband? She now held my cock, kissing me and mumbo jumboing in Dutch while I tried to remove her bra, once succeeding with my mission, dived to suck, one after the other. She pushed my head down towards the muff and I complied. I knew exactly what to do. Her ass was enormous and her split juicy, soft and quite frankly, rather smelly. I didn't mind much, being as horny as I was and enjoyed licking her. She was rather slow in climbing to her climax, so I attempted something more daring, and started biting her pudenda all over, momentarily avoiding the clitoris, which in her case was rather developed and protruding. I like a big clit every once in a while. She liked the diversion, so I ventured something different and descended to her rectum with my tongue. I like that, too, if I'm very turned on. "No, no," she objected, "not that." Indeed, she did not taste that good. Fat women can sweat a lot, you know, or maybe you don't. I don't recall her getting a bath in the evening, nor a shower. But now she was alert and forgetting her laziness started pushing my mouth roughly to her clit, anxiously agitating her pudenda to create more friction, then with a deep sigh and a heave she came. I loved her contractions, man, I could really feel her cunt clutch and release, clutch and spasm and release, alternating. She nearly ripped my luxurious hair off my scalp in her ecstasy.
"Was it good for you as it was for me?" I smiled in the darkness.
"Oh, it's you." She recognized my voice.
"I'm sorry I can't be Pedro. Who is Pedro?"
"I know you are not Pedro. Pedro is fat and old and bald. He is my husband. He doesn't like to go down on me any more than I like to suck his piemel."
I was now at face level with her, trying to insert my now almost aching piemel in her now luxuriously soaking cunt, clutching her blown up boobs. They were remarkable. My cock reached the target with ease and penetrated almost instantly. She pushed me off. "No, no, I don't like my pussy touched after orgasm."
"What!???"
"What you heard. It is too sensitive and it tickles. You'll have to wait."
"How long?" I was desperate.
"Not long. 10 minutes at most." I walked to pee. Returning to her, she didn't let me yet.
"Not yet, I can't."
"This is very frustrating, Anne-Marie. You had your fun." I said, unabashedly massaging and masturbating before her eyes. She liked it, I think.
"You have a cute piemel."
"Should I be insulted? You didn't say anything about the size."
"Pedro's is bigger." Oh, God, a smart broad would never say that. "But yours is harder, and just as thick, and circumcised. Let me help you out with my mouth." She went down on me, not exactly what I had anticipated but I was desperate. Holding my penis clumsily with her hand she applied her mouth just as clumsily to my erection. I lost it after two minutes of this useless sucking. No amount of handling or sucking helped. What was I thinking? Here is a lady 10 years older than myself, not beautiful, not particularly sexy, with ugly hair and a plain face and a smelly vagina, while just 300 km away awaited me Hungary's most beautiful chick, one who could easily star in any erotic feature, win a beauty pageant, and get anybody she desired. Why was I wasting time with Anne-Marie? I couldn’t explain this weird infatuation with this plain woman. I will find the opportunity to fuck her sometime in the future, I comforted my frustration. She looked disappointed that I did not reward her with a load of my slimy genetic material and seemed rather upset. 10 minutes had passed so I attempted to mount her again and put my now slightly flaccid 'piemel' back in the target. But neither of us was interested enough to continue.
"I got a thyroid condition," she claimed. "I'm very slowly aroused and often I don't have an orgasm at all."
"I don't believe you. You nearly strangled me with your orgasm!"
"Yeah, it was great, wasn't it? But I don't like to cheat on Pedro. I do it only on vacations and then never tell him anything."
"And he? Does he cheat on you?"
"Pedro!? You got to be k**ding. Who would want a 50 year old bald fat slob with a diabetes? Yeah, he probably cheats on me, but I don't care. We never go to vacation together, I don't question him and he doesn't question me. He knows I'm not such a sex machine, I need my time."
We ate, left and started to long ride to that damn forsaken village.
We arrived early in the evening, registered in the Hotel and had a beer in the local restaurant while waiting for Eva to appear. She appeared later, looked distressed but kissed me, shook Anne-Marie's hand and sat down. She did not disclose what was the reason of her upset mood. I got to admit, she looked just as fabulous as 3 years ago, only her hair was a bit longer, her breasts even bigger and her face seemed more mature, although still very young. The contrast between the stunning young Hungarian lady and her much older, much heavier and not so pretty Dutch-Guatemalan rival was remarkable. How could I lust Anne-Marie, who completely paled in comparison to Eva? Well, I did. My cock tingled every time I looked at this whale-like MILF, and my penis does not lie. In fact, it tingled more in the direction of the hefty woman. I was now horny as hell.
"Let's go to the hotel room." We had left, leaving Anne-Marie behind. I felt sorry for her. On the way Eva talked.
"Who is your friend?"
"I met her in the airport. I helped her with the visa."
"Did you fuck her?" "Nearly. I just licked her, but she didn't let me fuck her."
"Why not?"
"She’s got issues. Never mind."
"Do you fancy her?"
"Oh, yes. She's got such fine jugglers."
"I got to talk to you."
"What's the problem? Is this Tamás again?"
"No, it's Diana."
"Diana? Who is she?"
"My daughter, my 4 year old daughter from Tamás".
"You? You have a daughter? What's wrong with her?"
"She got asthma. I may need to leave tonight."
"Back to Budapest?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, that's too bad."
"You have Anne-Marie."
"Yes." But although I at this moment preferred fucking the fat old Guatemalan-Dutch, I regretted not having a second go with Eva. God works in mysterious ways. Do you believe in a divine providence? The second time this stunt happens to me and Eva.
"Stay tonight, and go tomorrow. What did you mean when you said Diana is from Tamás? Have you got other k**s?"
"I have three." I could't believe her. "Two from Tamás and one from another guy."
"What?? How old are you?"
"I'm 31. I'm sorry that I don't feel very much like having sex. I'm worried about Diana."
"You have to go. How are you going back?"
"Tamás is on his way." He appeared at our room 2 hours later. It was 10 PM. Eva did not try to conceal the fact that she had been allocated to a room with another man. Tamás didn't seem to worry about it, though. Anyhow, it was too late for them to return to Budapest, so they took to another room. That's when the surprise hit me!
(Note for the reader: The real granny story is yet to come! Stay tuned!)
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