Chapter 6

She turned to face me from maybe fifteen feet away, she paused as we both took a moment to take each other in.

She looked incredible. She bit her lip lightly in that maddening way that only woman can do, then nearly sprinted across the room into me her small strong, fingers clawing at the buttons of my shirt. I think she would have torn them off if they had not unfastened quickly enough. Before it was all the way undone she reached under my shirt to my exposed skin. It was electric as her bare hands first touched my skin. She pressed her fingers into my skin hard and slid her hands down my chest, leaving a fading trail of white flesh.



I reached between us to grab the shirt and literally tore it open, ripping the shirt from my fat body. I could not stand to be hidden from her anymore. I think she may have actually swooned for a moment, then she caught herself, her hands wrapping around my own huge breasts (damn if making a girl swoon doesn’t make a boy feel good!).

She leaned into me, her body curving over the top of my gut to reach as her mouth wrapped around my left nipple, her strong hand squeezing the soft flesh into her mouth.With both hands she continued to knead my breast.The feeling of her ravaging me like this was unlike anything I had ever experienced. And I loved it, every incredible second of it. Everywhere her fingers and lips touched felt as if it had been touched with electricity, tingling and hot.

She broke from my left nipple, panting and looked at me quickly before diving to my right; biting and sucking it into her mouth, like a woman possessed. She began to slide her hands down over the front of my belly; her thumbs digging into my fat, slowly sliding around the sides, pinching and kneading that roll above the spare tire, all the while kissing and licking my chest.

Her hands reached the top of my pants; she started tugging and pulling at my belly, trying to free my fat from the synched belt and cloth keeping it hidden…

“I have to…” she growled and dropped to her knees. I could barely see her now as she was mostly hidden by my belly, but I could feel her hands tugging at my belt. I could sense her urgency as she undid the belt and fumbled for the zipper of my pants. He big eyes looked up at me as she slid the zipper down, she undid the button and my huge belly, straining against the cloth spilled out. She is surprised at how far it drops and it brushes her nose. She gasped and her mouth fell open as she is was now face to face with my overhanging belly. Stunned for a moment she finally said

“I could not even imagine...” She leaned forward and started kissing around my belly button, pushing her face into my fat belly. Her hand tracing the apron of my overhanging fat, fingers gently pushing into it, trying to determine how far she can go. She laid her hands at the bottom of my belly and I could see her straining as she was tried to lift it. Again she looked up at me, amazement on her face. Her hands poking and prodding the sagging belly, she seemed unable to speak. She suddenly leans in, pressing her face into my gut and pushed her hands in, surrounding her face with my fat pulling the fat up over her cheeks. She lets her hands down but continued to push her face into me. Rolling, nuzzling into me. She grabbed my pants and pulled them down my legs and leaned back; again she is shocked as she gets a look at my giant fat thighs.

“My god…they are bigger than me…” She whispers then scoots back to get a full view as I stepped out of my pants, hooking my shoes and socks as I go, (what can I say, it’s a talent).

Now wearing nothing but black jersey knit boxers, I felt both incredibly exposed and amazingly sexy as she sits on the floor staring at me before her. She squirmed in place as she looked at me; her nipples standing out hard against her tank top.

“You’re so ….gorgeous” She says to me, looking me in the eyes. I am a bit stunned. I have been called a lot of things, I was expecting fat or huge…but no one has ever said that to me before. And it makes me flush in a way I did not think capable.

She can see how it affected me a stands slowly, and began to walk to me. She reached out her hand to touch my belly.

“It’s true…you are gorgeous”

“Gina…”

She reaches up and kisses me, keeping me from speaking. She takes my hand, turns and looks over her shoulder at me, smiles, then leads me deeper into the house. As we entered her bedroom I can take it no longer, it is my turn to ravage her. I stepped into her from behind and wrap my left arm around her, pressing my stomach into her back. I lean my head down and began kissing the side of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin; it is a shockingly sexy, cacophony of smells. She smelled of cooking and sweat and a thousand different foods but under it all a simple sweet perfume that I can’t figure out; if it’s chemical or her own natural scent, either way it was intoxicating.

I reached with my right hand to cup her face as I kissed her neck then slowly slide my hand down her chest to her breasts, I could feel her hard nipple pressing into my palm from under the taught cotton as I wrap my huge hands around her firm breast. I love feeling her body shudder slightly in my hands. I simply must feel her skin and I began to pull her shirt up with both hands and run my sausage fingers over the smooth soft skin of her belly. My hands slid to her breasts, engulfing them. My fingers finding her sensitive nipples, she moans and leans into me as I tease them.

Gasping she reached behind trying to claw at my fat as I continued kneading her breasts and pinching her stiff nipples in my huge fat fingers; my breath becoming ragged with desire. I have never wanted anyone or anything more than I have wanted this woman, this incredible woman more than I do her, right here and right now.

I grabbed her waist and turn her to face me; taking her face in my hands I kissed her deeply pausing only long enough to pull her shirt off. Leaning down I wrapped my arms around and practically lift her into me as my soft lips found her breasts. Her small hands grabbed my head and pulled me to her. I could get used to the feeling of her hands on my head…