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Chuck's cock burned for release. His nuts were hard squeezing cum into his cock. He knew he was close to shooting his wad, and he continued to peer through the crack in the wall as his girlfriend's cute, plump, and busy sister, Robin, fiddled her clit.
Minutes earlier, she had come out of the bathroom, short, thin kimono, barely able to contain her plump rump and voluptuous bosom, through the family room but not without ranting.
"It really frosts me," Robin had said, "the shit she gets away with." Her had robe loosened with every step. "If it's me, a guy is going to wait about five minutes, and then he's gone. You're going to wait 40 minutes before she's off the phone."
"Probably." he'd said. The front of her robe had opened wider as Robin had stormed around the room.
Chuck had thought, and hoped, he would see large areolae topping her smooth creamy breasts. He fantasized about burying his face in her bosom, fondling, kissing, licking, touching, and making her squeal with delight. He had crossed his legs, so that she didn't seen his bulge.
"She does it all the time." Robin put her hands on her hips, the robe continued to slip open.
Chuck had stared; his blood pressure rose. "The little shit. You know I'm right about a guy not waiting for me like you wait for her."
"Depends on the guy."
"You," Robin had challenged. "What about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, would you wait?" As she sauntered towards the couch, her kimono slipped. Robin circled around the back.
"For you? Sure."
From behind the couch, she leaned over. "You're nice to say so."
He felt the heat from her almost bare breasts against his neck.
Had he turned his head, her large succulent breasts would have been in his face.
She pecked him on the cheek.
"If you ever get tired of her games, let me know."
And with that hanging in the air, Robin went to her room.
Chuck went to the storage room and the refrigerator therein for another soda. Again, he had just turned out the light and seen another sliver of light cutting the concrete floor. He closed his left eye and peered with his right.
And there she was, soft and naked and jiggling. One hand rubbed her clit furiously, the other grabbing her own big tit and bringing her nipple to her mouth. She leaned back farther and farther and moaned, "Oh Chuck, oh Chuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me baby, yeah." Her whole body gave one huge head-to-toe quiver and grunted loudly -- once, twice, three times before she sank to her knees.
Surprised at how hot she was for him, Chuck came hard and fast, his cum spilling over his hand and the inside of his briefs. He didn't give a shit. Chuck just pulled up his pants and thought about how to make a play for Robin the next time Laurie left him alone with her.
He'd barely sat on the couch when Laurie, his girlfriend and Robin's sister, entered the room.
Her fitted denim short shorts and wispy white cotton top which bared one shoulder kept his heart-rate high. Layered, multi-colored makeup and teased and curled hair -- no one could deny she was smoking hot.
While the sisters had the same basic pretty face, Robin, was three inches shorter and heart-shaped: extra full bosom, narrow waist, flat belly, and plush, wide hips. Voluptuous, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders and touched her round ass. He'd seen Robin get dressed to go out: a brush through her hair, lipstick, perfume, eyeliner, eyeshadow and done in 15 minutes. Then, as Robin had said, he would wait for Laurie.
Smiling, Laurie sat beside Chuck, put her arm on his leg and her tongue in his mouth in a deep passionate kiss. Her long, manicured nails, gently scratched his thigh sliding ever upward into the bottom of his shorts, stopping within two inches of his balls.
Panting, Chuck reached over and fondled her firm breast through her shirt and bra. Despite the having cum only a few minutes earlier, her touch made him hard and wet, again. His chest pounded.
Leaning in, she pressed her breasts against him as she kissed him on the cheek and then nibbled his earlobe.
Chuck nuzzled, wanting to get his tongue all over her naked body -- and his cock inside her.
Laurie's cell phone rang and she dropped him like a scalding pot to reach the phone.
His head tipped back and his eyes rolled like marbles. Fuckin' A, he thought as he listened to Laurie's side of the conversation.
A door closed and Chuck opened his eyes.
Robin had entered wearing a summer dress, long on one side and slit high on the other. The thin fabric with a big, bold black and fuchsia floral design clung to her hips and ass and strained against her bosom. Her eyes were … different in a very mysterious way.
Chuck swallowed and adjusted his shorts. Robin was fucking hot -- in a wholesome, less complicated, low-maintenance.
"Okay, okay, I'll meet you at Java Plus in 10 minutes."
Annoyed, Chuck looked at her.
Laurie stood and went to the door. "Have to meet Anna and deal with her drama. I'm passing by Antonio's. Do you want anything?"
"No thanks." He wasn't sure he would wait. He was thinking about drifting down to the park to see if there was a pick up game going.
"Oh," Robin chimed in, "I would absolutely love a mixed meat calzone."
Laurie shot Robin a look.
Chuck's mouth watered at the suggestion.
"I didn't ask you, Robin. Besides," Laurie looked her up and down, "you're looking a little pudgy, maybe you need to lay off that kind of stuff."
"Actually," Chuck interjected, "That sounds awesome. I'll have a large, please."
"I hope you're not ordering it for her," Laurie replied meanly.
"Not at all, it just sounded good."
"Fine," she huffed. "I'll grab one on the way back." Her phone beeped -- and of course she had to look. "I gotta go, Anna's on the verge of frantic."
The screen door slammed as Laurie left the house and Chuck with a damp bulge in his pants.
Across the room, Robin stood, leaning against the door frame hand propped on her thick hip. Chuck imagined sinking his teeth into her flesh and, unlike her sister who gave him directions, she would just accept and guide his passion. Roaming thoughts had her on the couch next to him, his hands overflowing with her breasts, his mouth licking the nylon dress over her nipples and getting each one hard, Robin aroused and her pussy wet. He imagined them naked on her bed, lounging, luxuriating in the sensuality of flesh and sex and arousal and sex and desire and sex and lustful hunger
Smiling at her, he turned toward the TV. It felt wrong, wanting to take Robin, really take her, passionately, lovingly, wallowing in her voluptuousness. In his head, she was a sexual dynamo. And not that Laurie wasn't -- when she was focused and her phone was turned off and she was in the mood and she had just had a manicure and it wasn't too late or too early … and as Chuck thought about it … the list of conditions went on and on.
"Do you want something to drink while we wait for dinner?"
"Dinner?"
Robin shifted her ample hips, cocked an eye and smirked. "Seriously? You honestly think Laurie's going to be back for lunch?"
He chortled. "No. You're right. We could eat, drink, sleep, shower and dress before she gets back.
"You want something to drink? Coffee? Soda? Beer?
Chuck hesitated. "A beer would be great, thanks."
"Coming right up!"
Turning, he watched her thick, jiggling, bowling-ball butt cheeks as she left the room -- and clenched his jaw. In his mind, she let him get under her dress and kiss and bite her ass. Chuck's shorts became tight, his breath hurried. Trying to get the perfect image out of his mind, he looked at stupid TV without knowing what was on.
"Here you go!" Her voice was light and happy and she held a mug of beer.
Watching her, and the thigh the slit on her dress showed, he clenched his jaw. The lecherous thoughts surfaced. He didn't want anything she wasn't willing to give, but he hoped she was open minded.
He reached -- she offered and the twain didn't meet until the beer was mostly in his lap.
"Aw fuck," he said. "Sorry about that."
"No, no, no, no, no! It's my fault!" Knowing it would stink if not cleaned immediately, Robin dashed into the laundry, grabbed a towel from the pile, and scurried back. After blotting the couch, she knelt between his knees.
Looking down, Chuck swallowed hard. The dress pushed her beautiful bazooms together making a valley deep V. Imagining them both completely naked, and Robin trapping his cock between her tits, rubbing up and down. At the top of the stroke, with his magic mushroom exposed, her lips would be there for a warm sensuous kiss: her tongue licking his cum-hole and slurping every bit slick juice he produced..
She pressed the damp towel firmly into his crotch then rubbed, right on his ever hardening dick.
"We're gonna have to wash those." Her voice was quiet, husky, and sexy. "Everything off. Shirt, shorts, and underwear."
Being told by any woman, for any reason, to strip, made him hard.
Moving his hips forward on the couch, and getting Robin deeper between his thighs, he stripped off his shirt, and dropped it on the floor.
"Do you work out?" Robin gingerly brushed his bare hips, just above his belt.
Chuck hissed and tried not to tremble. Her touch was molten; it jangled his nerves, made his heart thud, and hid cock twitch.
She continued, slowly her fingertips gliding over his taut frame until she reached his nipples. "What's the matter? Pussy cat got your tongue?" Pressing both his hard nubs between her thumbs and forefingers, "so I asked you, do you work out?"
Chuck nodded mutely. Pre-cum flowed freely. His damp underwear was rough on his throbbing hard-on.
"It shows. Mm." Tweaking his nipples, she grabbed at his shorts, and easily slid them off.
"Underwear," she demanded.
He hesitated.
"You think I've never seen a cock before?"
"Not mine."
"Then we need to remedy that." Her eyes sparkled as she smirked.
"Uh, I have nothing to wear."
"I'll get a robe."
Lustfully, he watched as her big bottom bounced out of the room. This was so not what he had in mind.
Robin disappeared and returned with a silky, short, peach-colored kimono, holding it up for him to admire. "It's my summer robe.
"I can't wear that."
"You mean no one else, but me, can see you in it." Her tone was husky and seductive. "I would love to see it on you." Her expression was mischievous. "I won't tell a soul." Robin held it out.
"No other option?"
She smiled knowingly. "It's either that or driving home in rancid beer clothes and stinking up your car."
"Okay." He stood and put on the kimono. His height and her girth almost compensated such that the robe covered only the top 3 inches of his thighs. The silk felt wonderful against his skin. The kink factor of wearing a woman's kimono made his cheeks flush and his ears burn.
Robin snapped her fingers. "Undies. Come on, the laundry's waiting.
He turned his back, shucked his briefs, and his dick lunged forward.
From behind, Robin wrapped her arms around him, loosely tied the belt, and drew him into her plushness. Pressing her face into his back, she used her nails to find his hardened nipples.
Chuck hissed.
"Should I stop?"
"No, don't," he croaked. He cleared his throat and said, "Do not stop whatever you're doing. Do not stop."
A self satisfied grunt escaped her throat, pleased he was so aroused by her. Running her hands downward, she slipped them inside the thin silk. Carefully she alternated between her fingertip and lightly using her nails as she touched his firm abs, working her way to his hips. Robin pulled him closer so that his back pressed against her heavy breasts. Gyrating her dress rubbed her nipples, making her pussy slick.
Eyes closed she smiled broadly as she lived one of her most intense fantasies: her sister's hot boyfriend, the one whom she'd dreamt about and cum to so many times, was almost naked in her arms. I might even cum just doing this, she thought. Slowly going lower, her hands reached his short curlies.
Chuck inhaled sharply. Like a tide coming in, her fingertips and nails advanced then retreated over and over, each time getting closer to his aching, leaking cock. His jaw quivered. Never had he been so aroused.
She grinned wickedly and used her nails; Robin felt his short, sharp breath and kissed his back through the sensual silk. She wanted him in her mouth, in her pussy, and maybe even in her ass. She reached for the lapel of the kimono, and spun him around to face her. Putting her hand behind his head, she pulled his face to hers, kissing him full on the lips. Robin doubled down: swirling her tongue inside his mouth, scratching beneath his thick hair-down-there, and nibbling lower lip.
Almost panting, Chuck's heart thudded with lust, desire. Rock hard, he began to see Robin was the real woman, the real catch in the family.
Using her teeth on his earlobe, her hands drifted lower to the base of his manhood and discovered he was hard -- and thicker than she had imagined. Her fingers dug in.
He let out a deep, guttural groan of pleasure.
Breathing deeply, she was personally satisfied that she made putty of her sister's boyfriend. By his reactions, Robin knew he had never been lustfully teased and desired as he was now. And desire him she did: her imagination ran wild. She wanted his cock and his cum anywhere he wanted -- as long as it was on her. Knowing it would hurt, deeply, if he went back to Laurie, no matter what, she would have the memory of having a truly, deeply sexual experience with a hot guy. In her heart, she knew he was a good guy and probably wouldn't fuck her -- unless he truly liked her. When she realized her dripping pussy slicken her thick thighs, Robin knew the same was true for her too.
"Wow." His tone was soft and his breathing quick.
Avoiding his erection, Robin spread her hands and sc****d the tops of his thighs with her nails.
Again, Chuck arched his back, twisted, and kissed her passionately.
Feeling his urgent throb against her belly, Robin grabbed his shaft and froze. Unable to get her fingers all the way around his girth, she looked down, and her jaw went slack.
His purple plumb pulsed and glistened.
"Um," uttered Chuck, wondering if there was something wrong.
"Oh!" Robin broke her gaze and smiled at him.
"Everything okay?"
She gave his cock a squeeze. "Absolutely," she said with a soft, husky tone.
"You sure?"
"Yes," she whispered and stepped closer. "I guess I hadn't though about what to expect," she lied.
Every night since Laurie had first brought him home, Robin had fantasized about having him. Every time Chuck had come into the house, she masturbated at least twice. She had spent hours, alone in her room, on the Internet reading reviews and searching for the perfect dildo; the one she thought would best match his cock. And after her three new toys arrived, she had spent countless more hours watching BBW porn; where the hot guy abandons the skinny bitch for the cute girl with thick, sexy, womanly curves, heavy breasts, and a lush butt. That was the theme she sought, and she had found a few, which she had immediately bookmarked.
Robin's favorite video involved a wispy blonde,(kinda like Laurie), in a one-piece bathing suit, lounging by the pool at a resort. Teasing him with whispers in his ear, the blonde ordered him: move the umbrella, put lotion on my toes, move my chair, get my book. Then: I want a pina colada, half sugar, double rum. And the guy rolls his eyes and shuffles away. On the path to the bar, he finds himself walking behind a chubby chick, staring at her ass. Voluptuous brown, wavy hair cascades down her back almost reaching the white bikini bottom that is losing its battle with her boom-boom butt (kinda like her). In the movie, the hot guy stares.
The guy doesn't see when the girl glances over her shoulder and catches him checking out her butt. She slows her walk and purposefully puts one foot directly in front of the other making her hips sway and accent her ass. The brunette adjusts her tiny top so that more breast bulges and barely covers her erect nipples. She stops suddenly and the guy bumps into her. She grabs him and says: hi handsome. He practically drools. She asks if he's going to the bar. He is. Well, so is she, so lets walk together. They exchange introductions and he's tongue tied. They get to the bar, order drinks, and he forgets the blonde's order. They chat. She gets closer, whispers in his ear, rubs his crotch as he touches her. She leads him by the hand back to her room, fucking and sucking the hunk six ways to Sunday until he's worn out. She helps him dress and brings him back to the bar. She pecks his cheek and tells him its traditional to have a siesta between 1:30 and 3:30 to stay out of the hottest sun. But I'll be here at the bar. She sends him back to the blonde with a wink and a see you here at 1:40. No doubt. Game over. Score for real women. Robin would cum twice before the end of the 10 minute clip before clicking on the sequel.
Her own juices trickled down her thigh, bringing her back to the moment. Lust welled and shortened her breath. In the moment Robin realized this might really happen -- and it might be her only chance -- possibly ever -- to fuck a hot guy. No options, she thought, I have to go all in.
She pulled him closer, pressing her heavy tits against his chest. The light, summer fabric made her nipples cherry pit hard.
"Can I tell you a really dirty and personal secret?"
"Yes."
"Your cock is thicker than my favorite dildo."
Chuck gulped. "Oh?" His whole body pulsed, his cock raged and leaked pre-cum.
"Mm, and what I want," she whispered, flicking her little finger across his wet tip, "what I desire, is to try yours. I hope I can take you, but I want to try."
Flattered that she compared his cock to a dildo and his mind in a haze, he pulled her closer, kissed her neck, and nibbled her ear. "If we don't try, we'll never know."
She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply and passionately -- and Chuck returned the same, grabbing her in a bear hug and pressing her fulsome body to his.
Both panting, they half-stepped back.
She was dizzy with desire and knew the time was now.
Chuck was on the edge. He hoped he could last a respectable amount of time before blowing his load, but aroused as he was, he couldn't be sure.
Quim dripping, Robin knelt and made a show of admiring his cock by lifting and inspecting.
"Mm, you're very wet." She ran her tongue around his raging mushroom, kissed the tip, and then sucked all the pre-cum from his shaft. With her left hand she grabbed his nuts, with her right the base of his shaft. With her mouth, she put the head in her mouth -- and her tongue in his slit. His pre-cum was sweet. Chuck's thighs trembled. Grinning, she continued to circle with her finger until it was wet. She lubed his head, making him leak more -- then she looked him in the eye and put her finger in her mouth -- and sucked.
"Show me your tits." His voice was raspy.
"Close your eyes," she countered.
He did, for a moment, then his eyes snapped open. "I want to watch."
A deep breath for courage, she sucked in her gut. Robin bet he was aroused enough that he wouldn't leave just because he saw her naked; her dress showed every curve clearly enough. She was certain he was going to cum and pretty sure she was going to get laid. She only hoped it would be the first of many -- and not a one-time thing. Cross-armed she reached over and behind her head, grabbed the dress, and with tugging and shimmying, she pulled it off, showing him she had been completely naked underneath. She dipped her chin toward her heavy, triple-Ds, propped a her hand on her hip, and turned in her knee, imitating a classic pin-up pose. She batted her lashes then flung the dress across the room where it landed, d****d across the TV.
Chuck inhaled audibly and his cock bounced. She was so much hotter than what he had been able to see through the crack in the wall or could have imagined through the dress.
Gyrating her hips, the dangle in her belly button sparkled, her fabulous boobs bounced. Knees together, her thigh-gap was obvious beneath her thick, but well-trimmed bush. He literally salivated, craving to taste every inch of creamy thickness. Turning in a slow small circle, Robin rotated her hips. Facing him, her back arched so her impressive bust looked even bigger. As she turned to the side she showcased her hips. As she faced away from him she bent over, got closer, and flaunted her fanny. Her ass was large and firm.
Panting, Chuck leaned forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her booty to his face. Closing his eyes, he kissed and nuzzled her plump rump. Small pecking kisses at first -- and then he heard her soft moans. Full lips and tongue, while he slipped his hand between her thighs and brushed her furry wetness. Louder moans encouraging him, Chuck rubbed her pussy; parting the lips, he tapped her clit.
Robin's moans became groans.
Bending awkwardly, he placed his mouth on the bottom of her butt, just above the top of her thigh, where her flesh was thick and juicy -- and he bit her softly.
Robin yipped, then giggled, then bent over further providing better access. "Do it again -- but a little harder this time."
He complied with gusto, feasting on her firm booty -- kissing, licking, and biting her big butt cheeks.
Backing toward him, she bent lower and lower so that her ass was face level as he sat in the couch. Her mind, she thought, was officially blown. And if this never happened again, her only regret would be not having video. Robin was living her own porn movie.
"So?"
His face buried in her flesh, Chuck's answer was muffled.
"What?"
Inside she was melting with anxiety.
"Touch me baby," his cock bobbed. "Grab me and play with me however you want. Please, please, please."
Looking down, she saw the drippy rope of pre-cum coagulating in the carpet. She was annoyed at the waste. She used her fingers to scoop what she could directly from his cock and into her mouth. All this between moans. His hunger for her flesh had clearly intensified. If she had ass hickeys tomorrow, she was taking pictures.
Despite her vigorous cum wiping and licking, she couldn't keep up. Pulling her butt from his face, she pulled her hips down, and his cock up.
"I want you inside me," she whispered.
"Yeah baby."
Baby, she thought, he called me baby. Robin lowered herself. Rubbing his thick, throbbing plum against her clit made her pussy weep. With a deep breath, she spread her lips and eased his thick dick inside. The head was filling. Her thighs trembled and shook; she couldn't hold this position. Her choice was to get off -- or get it on. An even deeper breath and she dropped low and slow, exhaling evenly. Every vein of his pulsing cock ignited sparks within her. For a moment, her breathing stopped and her eyes rolled. Chuck reached around and firmly grabbed her boobs and scratched her nipples with his fingernails. Her hips dropped, her eyes popped open, she gasped, grabbed his shoulders for balance, then panted.
"Ride me sexy. You feel … so … fucking … good … riding … my … cock."
At the very moment when she could barely think, his words may have been "I'm getting laid words" but they were delivered with surprising desire.
Robin choked. "Let me drive."
Chuck stayed still and grabbed her fleshy hips like handles as she rocked back and forth. Mesmerized, he watched her cheeks bounce. Fondling his balls and playing with her clit, Robin rocked her hips, leaned forward, controlling the angle that tickled her g-spot.
As Chuck felt his sack tighten she moaned loudly.
"I'm cumming!" She grunted three times and then squealed.
As she froze, a long jet of cum shot deep inside her. His cock slipped out. The next jet sent a semen rope shooting across the carpet. Robin dismounted and as she turned to get back on and face him, a bulls-eyed hit her asshole and smeared her lower back.
She kissed his face and neck, he shivered with pleasure.
"Did you cum inside me?"
"Some."
Moment of truth, she thought. "I have this idea. It would be so fucking hot."
"What," mumbled Chuck in a fog of post coitus.
I want you to eat your cum out of my pussy."
Before Chuck had a chance to answer, a car door slammed.
Eyes snapped to attention; they looked at one another.
"Laurie," they muttered in unison.
Robin grabbed the robe leaving Chuck naked.
"Go into my bedroom and turn on the shower. I'll be there shortly."
Chuck dashed to her room and got in the shower, half wondering what Robin would tell Laurie.
Soaping up, he realized Laurie felt like dating whomever she wanted was her right. Not that he wasn't happy to be seen with such a hot chick … but she didn't act like a girlfriend as much as a girl-friend -- and sometimes not much of a friend either.
Robin, on the other hand, in just an hour, treated him as precious -- the only man of her desire -- and had unleashed her passion on him. Rinsing, he thought: do I want to just date a hot chick and be treated like shit, or date a good-looking chubby chick who wants, desires, and lusts for me? Though Robin's beauty wasn't mainstream magazine-cover material, he wanted to see her voluptuous body in a skimpy bikini. His cock twitched and he soap-stroked himself again. And then he wanted to slowly strip that bikini off her.
Flushed, Robin barely got her kimono tied before Laurie entered the room, phone in hand, purse the size of a beach bag and a medium-sized paper bag.
"Hey." She held up the bag then placed it on the table. "Did Chuck leave?" She dropped the purse on the flood beside the table.
"No, he's in the shower." "What?"
"Chuck spilled a beer. A little got on the carpet, but mostly on his clothes."
A deeper sniff. "Mm, there's that , there's something else, a musty smell." Laurie's eyes narrowed; her nose scrunched; she tilted her head. "I just can't place it."
As a gob of cum slid down Robin's inner thigh. Two globs of glued her kimono to her back and ass.
Laurie turned around. "You should air the place out every now and then."
"Probably. What did you bring back," Robin asked.
"Food -- for Chuck."
Robin grunted. "I'm gonna check on Chuck."
"He's in your shower?"
"Why not?"
Laurie's phone rang. "Cindy?"
Robin rolled her eyes, walked into her bedroom, and locked the door behind her.
Steam bloomed from the bathroom and Chuck stepped out of the mist, naked, and towel in hand.
Smirking, Robin arched an eyebrow, opened her kimono, and said, "We have unfinished business."
Chuck's cock burned for release. His nuts were hard squeezing cum into his cock. He knew he was close to shooting his wad, and he continued to peer through the crack in the wall as his girlfriend's cute, plump, and busy sister, Robin, fiddled her clit.
Minutes earlier, she had come out of the bathroom, short, thin kimono, barely able to contain her plump rump and voluptuous bosom, through the family room but not without ranting.
"It really frosts me," Robin had said, "the shit she gets away with." Her had robe loosened with every step. "If it's me, a guy is going to wait about five minutes, and then he's gone. You're going to wait 40 minutes before she's off the phone."
"Probably." he'd said. The front of her robe had opened wider as Robin had stormed around the room.
Chuck had thought, and hoped, he would see large areolae topping her smooth creamy breasts. He fantasized about burying his face in her bosom, fondling, kissing, licking, touching, and making her squeal with delight. He had crossed his legs, so that she didn't seen his bulge.
"She does it all the time." Robin put her hands on her hips, the robe continued to slip open.
Chuck had stared; his blood pressure rose. "The little shit. You know I'm right about a guy not waiting for me like you wait for her."
"Depends on the guy."
"You," Robin had challenged. "What about you?"
"Me?"
"Yeah, would you wait?" As she sauntered towards the couch, her kimono slipped. Robin circled around the back.
"For you? Sure."
From behind the couch, she leaned over. "You're nice to say so."
He felt the heat from her almost bare breasts against his neck.
Had he turned his head, her large succulent breasts would have been in his face.
She pecked him on the cheek.
"If you ever get tired of her games, let me know."
And with that hanging in the air, Robin went to her room.
Chuck went to the storage room and the refrigerator therein for another soda. Again, he had just turned out the light and seen another sliver of light cutting the concrete floor. He closed his left eye and peered with his right.
And there she was, soft and naked and jiggling. One hand rubbed her clit furiously, the other grabbing her own big tit and bringing her nipple to her mouth. She leaned back farther and farther and moaned, "Oh Chuck, oh Chuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me baby, yeah." Her whole body gave one huge head-to-toe quiver and grunted loudly -- once, twice, three times before she sank to her knees.
Surprised at how hot she was for him, Chuck came hard and fast, his cum spilling over his hand and the inside of his briefs. He didn't give a shit. Chuck just pulled up his pants and thought about how to make a play for Robin the next time Laurie left him alone with her.
He'd barely sat on the couch when Laurie, his girlfriend and Robin's sister, entered the room.
Her fitted denim short shorts and wispy white cotton top which bared one shoulder kept his heart-rate high. Layered, multi-colored makeup and teased and curled hair -- no one could deny she was smoking hot.
While the sisters had the same basic pretty face, Robin, was three inches shorter and heart-shaped: extra full bosom, narrow waist, flat belly, and plush, wide hips. Voluptuous, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders and touched her round ass. He'd seen Robin get dressed to go out: a brush through her hair, lipstick, perfume, eyeliner, eyeshadow and done in 15 minutes. Then, as Robin had said, he would wait for Laurie.
Smiling, Laurie sat beside Chuck, put her arm on his leg and her tongue in his mouth in a deep passionate kiss. Her long, manicured nails, gently scratched his thigh sliding ever upward into the bottom of his shorts, stopping within two inches of his balls.
Panting, Chuck reached over and fondled her firm breast through her shirt and bra. Despite the having cum only a few minutes earlier, her touch made him hard and wet, again. His chest pounded.
Leaning in, she pressed her breasts against him as she kissed him on the cheek and then nibbled his earlobe.
Chuck nuzzled, wanting to get his tongue all over her naked body -- and his cock inside her.
Laurie's cell phone rang and she dropped him like a scalding pot to reach the phone.
His head tipped back and his eyes rolled like marbles. Fuckin' A, he thought as he listened to Laurie's side of the conversation.
A door closed and Chuck opened his eyes.
Robin had entered wearing a summer dress, long on one side and slit high on the other. The thin fabric with a big, bold black and fuchsia floral design clung to her hips and ass and strained against her bosom. Her eyes were … different in a very mysterious way.
Chuck swallowed and adjusted his shorts. Robin was fucking hot -- in a wholesome, less complicated, low-maintenance.
"Okay, okay, I'll meet you at Java Plus in 10 minutes."
Annoyed, Chuck looked at her.
Laurie stood and went to the door. "Have to meet Anna and deal with her drama. I'm passing by Antonio's. Do you want anything?"
"No thanks." He wasn't sure he would wait. He was thinking about drifting down to the park to see if there was a pick up game going.
"Oh," Robin chimed in, "I would absolutely love a mixed meat calzone."
Laurie shot Robin a look.
Chuck's mouth watered at the suggestion.
"I didn't ask you, Robin. Besides," Laurie looked her up and down, "you're looking a little pudgy, maybe you need to lay off that kind of stuff."
"Actually," Chuck interjected, "That sounds awesome. I'll have a large, please."
"I hope you're not ordering it for her," Laurie replied meanly.
"Not at all, it just sounded good."
"Fine," she huffed. "I'll grab one on the way back." Her phone beeped -- and of course she had to look. "I gotta go, Anna's on the verge of frantic."
The screen door slammed as Laurie left the house and Chuck with a damp bulge in his pants.
Across the room, Robin stood, leaning against the door frame hand propped on her thick hip. Chuck imagined sinking his teeth into her flesh and, unlike her sister who gave him directions, she would just accept and guide his passion. Roaming thoughts had her on the couch next to him, his hands overflowing with her breasts, his mouth licking the nylon dress over her nipples and getting each one hard, Robin aroused and her pussy wet. He imagined them naked on her bed, lounging, luxuriating in the sensuality of flesh and sex and arousal and sex and desire and sex and lustful hunger
Smiling at her, he turned toward the TV. It felt wrong, wanting to take Robin, really take her, passionately, lovingly, wallowing in her voluptuousness. In his head, she was a sexual dynamo. And not that Laurie wasn't -- when she was focused and her phone was turned off and she was in the mood and she had just had a manicure and it wasn't too late or too early … and as Chuck thought about it … the list of conditions went on and on.
"Do you want something to drink while we wait for dinner?"
"Dinner?"
Robin shifted her ample hips, cocked an eye and smirked. "Seriously? You honestly think Laurie's going to be back for lunch?"
He chortled. "No. You're right. We could eat, drink, sleep, shower and dress before she gets back.
"You want something to drink? Coffee? Soda? Beer?
Chuck hesitated. "A beer would be great, thanks."
"Coming right up!"
Turning, he watched her thick, jiggling, bowling-ball butt cheeks as she left the room -- and clenched his jaw. In his mind, she let him get under her dress and kiss and bite her ass. Chuck's shorts became tight, his breath hurried. Trying to get the perfect image out of his mind, he looked at stupid TV without knowing what was on.
"Here you go!" Her voice was light and happy and she held a mug of beer.
Watching her, and the thigh the slit on her dress showed, he clenched his jaw. The lecherous thoughts surfaced. He didn't want anything she wasn't willing to give, but he hoped she was open minded.
He reached -- she offered and the twain didn't meet until the beer was mostly in his lap.
"Aw fuck," he said. "Sorry about that."
"No, no, no, no, no! It's my fault!" Knowing it would stink if not cleaned immediately, Robin dashed into the laundry, grabbed a towel from the pile, and scurried back. After blotting the couch, she knelt between his knees.
Looking down, Chuck swallowed hard. The dress pushed her beautiful bazooms together making a valley deep V. Imagining them both completely naked, and Robin trapping his cock between her tits, rubbing up and down. At the top of the stroke, with his magic mushroom exposed, her lips would be there for a warm sensuous kiss: her tongue licking his cum-hole and slurping every bit slick juice he produced..
She pressed the damp towel firmly into his crotch then rubbed, right on his ever hardening dick.
"We're gonna have to wash those." Her voice was quiet, husky, and sexy. "Everything off. Shirt, shorts, and underwear."
Being told by any woman, for any reason, to strip, made him hard.
Moving his hips forward on the couch, and getting Robin deeper between his thighs, he stripped off his shirt, and dropped it on the floor.
"Do you work out?" Robin gingerly brushed his bare hips, just above his belt.
Chuck hissed and tried not to tremble. Her touch was molten; it jangled his nerves, made his heart thud, and hid cock twitch.
She continued, slowly her fingertips gliding over his taut frame until she reached his nipples. "What's the matter? Pussy cat got your tongue?" Pressing both his hard nubs between her thumbs and forefingers, "so I asked you, do you work out?"
Chuck nodded mutely. Pre-cum flowed freely. His damp underwear was rough on his throbbing hard-on.
"It shows. Mm." Tweaking his nipples, she grabbed at his shorts, and easily slid them off.
"Underwear," she demanded.
He hesitated.
"You think I've never seen a cock before?"
"Not mine."
"Then we need to remedy that." Her eyes sparkled as she smirked.
"Uh, I have nothing to wear."
"I'll get a robe."
Lustfully, he watched as her big bottom bounced out of the room. This was so not what he had in mind.
Robin disappeared and returned with a silky, short, peach-colored kimono, holding it up for him to admire. "It's my summer robe.
"I can't wear that."
"You mean no one else, but me, can see you in it." Her tone was husky and seductive. "I would love to see it on you." Her expression was mischievous. "I won't tell a soul." Robin held it out.
"No other option?"
She smiled knowingly. "It's either that or driving home in rancid beer clothes and stinking up your car."
"Okay." He stood and put on the kimono. His height and her girth almost compensated such that the robe covered only the top 3 inches of his thighs. The silk felt wonderful against his skin. The kink factor of wearing a woman's kimono made his cheeks flush and his ears burn.
Robin snapped her fingers. "Undies. Come on, the laundry's waiting.
He turned his back, shucked his briefs, and his dick lunged forward.
From behind, Robin wrapped her arms around him, loosely tied the belt, and drew him into her plushness. Pressing her face into his back, she used her nails to find his hardened nipples.
Chuck hissed.
"Should I stop?"
"No, don't," he croaked. He cleared his throat and said, "Do not stop whatever you're doing. Do not stop."
A self satisfied grunt escaped her throat, pleased he was so aroused by her. Running her hands downward, she slipped them inside the thin silk. Carefully she alternated between her fingertip and lightly using her nails as she touched his firm abs, working her way to his hips. Robin pulled him closer so that his back pressed against her heavy breasts. Gyrating her dress rubbed her nipples, making her pussy slick.
Eyes closed she smiled broadly as she lived one of her most intense fantasies: her sister's hot boyfriend, the one whom she'd dreamt about and cum to so many times, was almost naked in her arms. I might even cum just doing this, she thought. Slowly going lower, her hands reached his short curlies.
Chuck inhaled sharply. Like a tide coming in, her fingertips and nails advanced then retreated over and over, each time getting closer to his aching, leaking cock. His jaw quivered. Never had he been so aroused.
She grinned wickedly and used her nails; Robin felt his short, sharp breath and kissed his back through the sensual silk. She wanted him in her mouth, in her pussy, and maybe even in her ass. She reached for the lapel of the kimono, and spun him around to face her. Putting her hand behind his head, she pulled his face to hers, kissing him full on the lips. Robin doubled down: swirling her tongue inside his mouth, scratching beneath his thick hair-down-there, and nibbling lower lip.
Almost panting, Chuck's heart thudded with lust, desire. Rock hard, he began to see Robin was the real woman, the real catch in the family.
Using her teeth on his earlobe, her hands drifted lower to the base of his manhood and discovered he was hard -- and thicker than she had imagined. Her fingers dug in.
He let out a deep, guttural groan of pleasure.
Breathing deeply, she was personally satisfied that she made putty of her sister's boyfriend. By his reactions, Robin knew he had never been lustfully teased and desired as he was now. And desire him she did: her imagination ran wild. She wanted his cock and his cum anywhere he wanted -- as long as it was on her. Knowing it would hurt, deeply, if he went back to Laurie, no matter what, she would have the memory of having a truly, deeply sexual experience with a hot guy. In her heart, she knew he was a good guy and probably wouldn't fuck her -- unless he truly liked her. When she realized her dripping pussy slicken her thick thighs, Robin knew the same was true for her too.
"Wow." His tone was soft and his breathing quick.
Avoiding his erection, Robin spread her hands and sc****d the tops of his thighs with her nails.
Again, Chuck arched his back, twisted, and kissed her passionately.
Feeling his urgent throb against her belly, Robin grabbed his shaft and froze. Unable to get her fingers all the way around his girth, she looked down, and her jaw went slack.
His purple plumb pulsed and glistened.
"Um," uttered Chuck, wondering if there was something wrong.
"Oh!" Robin broke her gaze and smiled at him.
"Everything okay?"
She gave his cock a squeeze. "Absolutely," she said with a soft, husky tone.
"You sure?"
"Yes," she whispered and stepped closer. "I guess I hadn't though about what to expect," she lied.
Every night since Laurie had first brought him home, Robin had fantasized about having him. Every time Chuck had come into the house, she masturbated at least twice. She had spent hours, alone in her room, on the Internet reading reviews and searching for the perfect dildo; the one she thought would best match his cock. And after her three new toys arrived, she had spent countless more hours watching BBW porn; where the hot guy abandons the skinny bitch for the cute girl with thick, sexy, womanly curves, heavy breasts, and a lush butt. That was the theme she sought, and she had found a few, which she had immediately bookmarked.
Robin's favorite video involved a wispy blonde,(kinda like Laurie), in a one-piece bathing suit, lounging by the pool at a resort. Teasing him with whispers in his ear, the blonde ordered him: move the umbrella, put lotion on my toes, move my chair, get my book. Then: I want a pina colada, half sugar, double rum. And the guy rolls his eyes and shuffles away. On the path to the bar, he finds himself walking behind a chubby chick, staring at her ass. Voluptuous brown, wavy hair cascades down her back almost reaching the white bikini bottom that is losing its battle with her boom-boom butt (kinda like her). In the movie, the hot guy stares.
The guy doesn't see when the girl glances over her shoulder and catches him checking out her butt. She slows her walk and purposefully puts one foot directly in front of the other making her hips sway and accent her ass. The brunette adjusts her tiny top so that more breast bulges and barely covers her erect nipples. She stops suddenly and the guy bumps into her. She grabs him and says: hi handsome. He practically drools. She asks if he's going to the bar. He is. Well, so is she, so lets walk together. They exchange introductions and he's tongue tied. They get to the bar, order drinks, and he forgets the blonde's order. They chat. She gets closer, whispers in his ear, rubs his crotch as he touches her. She leads him by the hand back to her room, fucking and sucking the hunk six ways to Sunday until he's worn out. She helps him dress and brings him back to the bar. She pecks his cheek and tells him its traditional to have a siesta between 1:30 and 3:30 to stay out of the hottest sun. But I'll be here at the bar. She sends him back to the blonde with a wink and a see you here at 1:40. No doubt. Game over. Score for real women. Robin would cum twice before the end of the 10 minute clip before clicking on the sequel.
Her own juices trickled down her thigh, bringing her back to the moment. Lust welled and shortened her breath. In the moment Robin realized this might really happen -- and it might be her only chance -- possibly ever -- to fuck a hot guy. No options, she thought, I have to go all in.
She pulled him closer, pressing her heavy tits against his chest. The light, summer fabric made her nipples cherry pit hard.
"Can I tell you a really dirty and personal secret?"
"Yes."
"Your cock is thicker than my favorite dildo."
Chuck gulped. "Oh?" His whole body pulsed, his cock raged and leaked pre-cum.
"Mm, and what I want," she whispered, flicking her little finger across his wet tip, "what I desire, is to try yours. I hope I can take you, but I want to try."
Flattered that she compared his cock to a dildo and his mind in a haze, he pulled her closer, kissed her neck, and nibbled her ear. "If we don't try, we'll never know."
She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him deeply and passionately -- and Chuck returned the same, grabbing her in a bear hug and pressing her fulsome body to his.
Both panting, they half-stepped back.
She was dizzy with desire and knew the time was now.
Chuck was on the edge. He hoped he could last a respectable amount of time before blowing his load, but aroused as he was, he couldn't be sure.
Quim dripping, Robin knelt and made a show of admiring his cock by lifting and inspecting.
"Mm, you're very wet." She ran her tongue around his raging mushroom, kissed the tip, and then sucked all the pre-cum from his shaft. With her left hand she grabbed his nuts, with her right the base of his shaft. With her mouth, she put the head in her mouth -- and her tongue in his slit. His pre-cum was sweet. Chuck's thighs trembled. Grinning, she continued to circle with her finger until it was wet. She lubed his head, making him leak more -- then she looked him in the eye and put her finger in her mouth -- and sucked.
"Show me your tits." His voice was raspy.
"Close your eyes," she countered.
He did, for a moment, then his eyes snapped open. "I want to watch."
A deep breath for courage, she sucked in her gut. Robin bet he was aroused enough that he wouldn't leave just because he saw her naked; her dress showed every curve clearly enough. She was certain he was going to cum and pretty sure she was going to get laid. She only hoped it would be the first of many -- and not a one-time thing. Cross-armed she reached over and behind her head, grabbed the dress, and with tugging and shimmying, she pulled it off, showing him she had been completely naked underneath. She dipped her chin toward her heavy, triple-Ds, propped a her hand on her hip, and turned in her knee, imitating a classic pin-up pose. She batted her lashes then flung the dress across the room where it landed, d****d across the TV.
Chuck inhaled audibly and his cock bounced. She was so much hotter than what he had been able to see through the crack in the wall or could have imagined through the dress.
Gyrating her hips, the dangle in her belly button sparkled, her fabulous boobs bounced. Knees together, her thigh-gap was obvious beneath her thick, but well-trimmed bush. He literally salivated, craving to taste every inch of creamy thickness. Turning in a slow small circle, Robin rotated her hips. Facing him, her back arched so her impressive bust looked even bigger. As she turned to the side she showcased her hips. As she faced away from him she bent over, got closer, and flaunted her fanny. Her ass was large and firm.
Panting, Chuck leaned forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her booty to his face. Closing his eyes, he kissed and nuzzled her plump rump. Small pecking kisses at first -- and then he heard her soft moans. Full lips and tongue, while he slipped his hand between her thighs and brushed her furry wetness. Louder moans encouraging him, Chuck rubbed her pussy; parting the lips, he tapped her clit.
Robin's moans became groans.
Bending awkwardly, he placed his mouth on the bottom of her butt, just above the top of her thigh, where her flesh was thick and juicy -- and he bit her softly.
Robin yipped, then giggled, then bent over further providing better access. "Do it again -- but a little harder this time."
He complied with gusto, feasting on her firm booty -- kissing, licking, and biting her big butt cheeks.
Backing toward him, she bent lower and lower so that her ass was face level as he sat in the couch. Her mind, she thought, was officially blown. And if this never happened again, her only regret would be not having video. Robin was living her own porn movie.
"So?"
His face buried in her flesh, Chuck's answer was muffled.
"What?"
Inside she was melting with anxiety.
"Touch me baby," his cock bobbed. "Grab me and play with me however you want. Please, please, please."
Looking down, she saw the drippy rope of pre-cum coagulating in the carpet. She was annoyed at the waste. She used her fingers to scoop what she could directly from his cock and into her mouth. All this between moans. His hunger for her flesh had clearly intensified. If she had ass hickeys tomorrow, she was taking pictures.
Despite her vigorous cum wiping and licking, she couldn't keep up. Pulling her butt from his face, she pulled her hips down, and his cock up.
"I want you inside me," she whispered.
"Yeah baby."
Baby, she thought, he called me baby. Robin lowered herself. Rubbing his thick, throbbing plum against her clit made her pussy weep. With a deep breath, she spread her lips and eased his thick dick inside. The head was filling. Her thighs trembled and shook; she couldn't hold this position. Her choice was to get off -- or get it on. An even deeper breath and she dropped low and slow, exhaling evenly. Every vein of his pulsing cock ignited sparks within her. For a moment, her breathing stopped and her eyes rolled. Chuck reached around and firmly grabbed her boobs and scratched her nipples with his fingernails. Her hips dropped, her eyes popped open, she gasped, grabbed his shoulders for balance, then panted.
"Ride me sexy. You feel … so … fucking … good … riding … my … cock."
At the very moment when she could barely think, his words may have been "I'm getting laid words" but they were delivered with surprising desire.
Robin choked. "Let me drive."
Chuck stayed still and grabbed her fleshy hips like handles as she rocked back and forth. Mesmerized, he watched her cheeks bounce. Fondling his balls and playing with her clit, Robin rocked her hips, leaned forward, controlling the angle that tickled her g-spot.
As Chuck felt his sack tighten she moaned loudly.
"I'm cumming!" She grunted three times and then squealed.
As she froze, a long jet of cum shot deep inside her. His cock slipped out. The next jet sent a semen rope shooting across the carpet. Robin dismounted and as she turned to get back on and face him, a bulls-eyed hit her asshole and smeared her lower back.
She kissed his face and neck, he shivered with pleasure.
"Did you cum inside me?"
"Some."
Moment of truth, she thought. "I have this idea. It would be so fucking hot."
"What," mumbled Chuck in a fog of post coitus.
I want you to eat your cum out of my pussy."
Before Chuck had a chance to answer, a car door slammed.
Eyes snapped to attention; they looked at one another.
"Laurie," they muttered in unison.
Robin grabbed the robe leaving Chuck naked.
"Go into my bedroom and turn on the shower. I'll be there shortly."
Chuck dashed to her room and got in the shower, half wondering what Robin would tell Laurie.
Soaping up, he realized Laurie felt like dating whomever she wanted was her right. Not that he wasn't happy to be seen with such a hot chick … but she didn't act like a girlfriend as much as a girl-friend -- and sometimes not much of a friend either.
Robin, on the other hand, in just an hour, treated him as precious -- the only man of her desire -- and had unleashed her passion on him. Rinsing, he thought: do I want to just date a hot chick and be treated like shit, or date a good-looking chubby chick who wants, desires, and lusts for me? Though Robin's beauty wasn't mainstream magazine-cover material, he wanted to see her voluptuous body in a skimpy bikini. His cock twitched and he soap-stroked himself again. And then he wanted to slowly strip that bikini off her.
Flushed, Robin barely got her kimono tied before Laurie entered the room, phone in hand, purse the size of a beach bag and a medium-sized paper bag.
"Hey." She held up the bag then placed it on the table. "Did Chuck leave?" She dropped the purse on the flood beside the table.
"No, he's in the shower." "What?"
"Chuck spilled a beer. A little got on the carpet, but mostly on his clothes."
A deeper sniff. "Mm, there's that , there's something else, a musty smell." Laurie's eyes narrowed; her nose scrunched; she tilted her head. "I just can't place it."
As a gob of cum slid down Robin's inner thigh. Two globs of glued her kimono to her back and ass.
Laurie turned around. "You should air the place out every now and then."
"Probably. What did you bring back," Robin asked.
"Food -- for Chuck."
Robin grunted. "I'm gonna check on Chuck."
"He's in your shower?"
"Why not?"
Laurie's phone rang. "Cindy?"
Robin rolled her eyes, walked into her bedroom, and locked the door behind her.
Steam bloomed from the bathroom and Chuck stepped out of the mist, naked, and towel in hand.
Smirking, Robin arched an eyebrow, opened her kimono, and said, "We have unfinished business."
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