chapter 12

She gave a half moan half sigh as his hands caressed her heavy breasts. Never had any man given her anything close to the sensations she was feeling right now. In fact, she had never been in this situation before. Never feeling strong enough to allow anything or anyone to get this far.

The two large boxes she brought up to the penthouse briefly flitted through her mind, but now wasn't the time. His hands were producing urges that demanded to be fulfilled.

As he continued to tease her nipple, she raised up and arched forward. As her thighs grazed his fat covered manhood she could feel him become stiff.
And suddenly had a strong desire to take his manhood in her mouth, to tease the sensitive underside with her tongue. She wanted to take as much of him into her mouth as she could, so that her head would rest against his billowing belly. However she resisted this urge, her body crying out for the feeling of him inside of her. A slow, long look passed between them and she thought his eyes were saying the same thing.

She wanted to feel his weight on her. His belly resting on her as he entered her. Her legs on either side of his inflated abdomen, trying to wrap her legs around his vast waist. She knew her legs could never begin to encompass him, and the realization fanned her passion hotter and brighter.

Oh god....I need you.....please! I need to feel your belly on me, I need to feel you in me, she moaned inwardly, her mind zeroed in on the inferno in her throbbing center, then realizing she had cried out loud, her cheeks tinged pink as she saw him smiling down at her.

Her lips parted slightly as she let out a soft, barely audible moan and her head tilted back. Her small hands crept up his broad arms and stopped cupped over his large hands as he continued to gently massage her breasts. Overwhelming sensations coursing through her body felt like electricity, wanting him so badly. But she also wanted this experience to last.

She leaned forward as he guided her breasts towards his waiting lips. He ever so gently ran his tongue over her hardened nipples again and she let out a sharp cry of pleasure. He then took one nipple in his mouth and gently suckled her like a newborn babe. She tilted her head down to kiss his forehead as one hand went to the back of his neck and the other twisted up in his hair. She could feel his heart beating in his chest and felt his deep, almost gasping breaths.

He swam in her fresh clean scent, his heart racing as he sampled the baby softness of each breast enjoying the contrasting hardness of her virgin nipple elongating in his mouth under the stroking of his tongue. Never before had he been surrounded by such exquisite softness, surrounded by her desire for him.

He groaned as she pulled his head into her billowing softness, her hands leaving tingling trails of electricity up his arms, over his scalp, telegraphing her quivering desire.

He released one breast and lifted the other to his lips, amazed at their size and weight. He felt her turn into his mouth, again encapsulating his face as he tongued the other nipple.

He smiled as he heard her gasp and softly moan.

She nuzzled her head into the softness where his broad shoulders met his soft neck and chins. She licked his neck as his tongue lashed her erect nipples. She moaned again and then whispered into his ear. "I want to feel your weight on me." She could feel him hesitate and wrinkle his brow. She cupped his cheek and whispered again "you won't hurt me, I want to be on my back and see your beautiful fatness above me." Even as she said the words she could feel her deep female places throb and flow. She continued, "Now baby, I need to feel your belly resting on me."

As the last word left her mouth, she raised up, so her breast popped out of his mouth, and slid herself down his swollen body. Her tongue and lips exploring him as she backed down his body. "I want my first time to be with your huge belly resting on me and your handsome face looking down on me"

He slid his hands down her sides, following her rich virginal curves in his mind, down and down following the inward flow of her hourglass waist and then over the flare of her rounded hips, his fingers catching in the band of her panties, down and down sliding the thin silken fabric down over her hips exposing the throbbing heat of her cleanly shaved womanhood.

Then they were suddenly gone, freeing his strong hands to explore her center, her inner thighs, the soft crease where the backs of her thighs met her butt cheeks, readying her for his assault...exploring the slippery warm petals of her cleft, cupping it, feeling it lick the palm of his hand as a hungry kitten.

Knowing he couldn't support himself for very long considering his heavy gorged state did the best he could, grunting, the strain showing on his face. She, responding to his every move, followed him, encouraging the docking of his dirgible-like body with hers as the runway, gently guiding him to her center with her body and her soft whimpering cries of pleasure, gasping as the warm heavy weight of his belly fat engulfed and encompassed her.

He felt her move underneath him, felt her hands sliding under his belly as she spread herself wide for him, gently palpitating the baby soft fat of his pubis, pressing it up and away from his swollen shaft as she readied herself for her first impalement and final surrendering of her virginity.

Her breath was taken away by the weight of his food filled stomach and her desire for him. Her calves and thighs grazed his bulging sides, her mind taking her to a future in which he was too fat to even consider this position. She imagined him, laying on his back, his belly a fleshly mountain separating them as she pleasured him. The effect of these thoughts caused a tidal wave of need. She caressed his swollen sphere of a belly, from his soft chest to his soft underbelly, her fingers feeling every bulge and valley. Imagining him wider and rounder, and even fatter...much fatter.

She raised her hips to join her engorged womanhood with his erect and glistening manhood, feeling him grasp her feet as he steadied himself and gently entered into her depths. She had the advantage. Her hands free to explore this sweet fat man, she gently kneaded his soft lower belly as if she were an accomplished baker and this was her masterpiece dough...soft and swelling under her expert hands as she pulled him over her like a warm silk comforter.

Her mind and body were in bliss, his soft fat sliding between her fingers while his manhood created unimaginable tingles and waves through her delicate places as he carefully twisted into her. She gently squeezed his belly with her shapely inner thighs and heard him give a low groan and felt him thrust slightly deeper inside her.

A sound somewhere between a cry and a moan escaped her lips. She felt him hesitate... "Don't Stop" she gasped out, "oh god, don't stop!"

"Never" he grunted softly as he continued penetrating her maiden virginity. She had never felt such exquisite anguish as he split her open, stretching her, first a quick sharp pain and then sheer bliss as he filled her bottomless center.

She could only breathe in gasps now because of his shifting positions. His fatness rested on her stomach, at each thrust rolling almost up to her chest. His belly also put an unimaginable amount of pressure on her delicate areas. That coupled with his girth was an erotic torture. His weight bore down on every part of her body. "Don't Stop...... gasp...... ahhhhhhhh..... gasp.... I .....need.........ohhhhhh....oh, god......yesssss!", the only words she could force past her compacted diaphragm.

She looked up into his face careful of his expression, her hands firmly kneading his swollen abdomen, almost like a drowning woman grasping for a life preserver. This massively fat man the ocean she was sinking into and the life preserver to save her. The pain and the pleasure became her whole world. The gasping and thrusting and grunting until it seemed to her a bubble deep within her being burst. Her eyes closed, her pinned body arching as much as it could, her inner thighs embracing his belly as her hips began to dance in tune with his thrusts until she explorded with an intensity that lived up to the name, le petite mort, the little death.

Her eyes were blurry, her ears stopped up, the ability to articulate having left her for the moment. She felt him lurch to her side and come to rest beside her on the bed, his huge, still swollen belly pooled between them. Encircling his great abdomen in her arms she buried her face in his soft breast fat and mumbled, "I need more of you".

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