Scent of Earth, Sound of Waves

Chapter 1

"Ten years melted away as the memory surfaced – the day I became an unexpected offering to a tribe of formidable amazons. Led to the edge of a serene lake, there she stood: Segi, their leader. Even my own six-foot-two frame, honed by hours in the gym, felt diminished by her imposing presence. Without a word, facing the tranquil water, she dismissed my captors with a subtle wave of her hand. A magnificent woman who had to tip the scales at a glorious three-fifty. Wide, swaying hips flowed into an undeniably perfect, ripe curve of an ass that could inspire poetry. I was a callow twenty, and she, a woman in her early fifties, radiated a seasoned power. When she finally turned, her features struck me dumb. Full, generous lips hinted at untold stories, and her confident eyes, the color of warm honey, held a depth that both intrigued and slightly intimidated me."

"Her honeyed gaze swept over me, a slow, deliberate appraisal that started at the crown of my head and lingered down to my boots before tracing its path back up. There was no artifice in that look, no polite pretense of modesty or uncertainty. It was a raw assessment, an acknowledgment of possession that sent a shiver down my spine despite the warm air. Her eyes held a stark clarity, a silent declaration that echoed in the sudden stillness around us. It was as if she were mentally mapping my contours, calculating my worth, and a primal understanding settled within me: I was hers now, a new acquisition, and her gaze promised a thorough and unapologetic exploration of her claim. Be prepared, it seemed to say, for my desires will be your new reality."

"The moment her full lips met mine was like a plunge into warm honey. They were incredibly soft, yet there was a commanding firmness in her touch. Her kiss wasn't rushed or tentative; it was a deliberate claiming, a sensual exploration that instantly grounded me. I could feel the plushness of her lips molding against mine, a sensation both foreign and intensely pleasurable. Her breath, warm and fragrant, mingled with mine as the kiss deepened, stealing the air from my lungs in a way that wasn't frightening, but utterly intoxicating. There was a depth to the kiss, a seasoned confidence that hinted at a world of experience, and I, the eager novice, was swept away. The taste she left on my lips was subtly sweet, a lingering essence that would become inextricably linked to that first encounter. It wasn't just a kiss; it was an initiation, a breathless unveiling that left me utterly captivated."

"Breaking the lingering connection of our lips, she turned and moved with a fluid grace towards the edge of the lake. Reaching the slight incline, she simply gestured downwards with a knowing look in her honeyed eyes, then with a gentle yet firm hand on my shoulder, she urged me down to lie on the cool, damp earth. As I obeyed, the coolness seeped through my clothes, a stark contrast to the sudden heat that had bloomed within me, a heat now mingled with a nervous anticipation. A gentle breeze whispered across the water, carrying with it the earthy scent of the surrounding foliage, creating an undeniably erotic atmosphere that both thrilled and unnerved me. Segi, however, remained as serene and still as the tranquil surface of the lake beside us, her calm presence a stark contrast to the eager turmoil within me."

Standing above me, Segi’s presence was undeniable, a powerful silhouette against the dappled sunlight. Then, the deliberate shift of her weight signaled her intent. Slowly, majestically, she began to lower her wide, glorious ass towards my face.

The initial contact was a soft yet substantial pressure, a warm, yielding weight that immediately filled my senses. As she continued her descent, the feeling intensified, the sheer mass of her molding to the contours of my face. It was a sensation of being enveloped, the plush roundness pressing in, cutting off the outside world. The earthy fragrance of her skin became my entire universe, a heady aroma that mingled with the warmth emanating from her.
Each minute adjustment she made sent subtle, thrilling tremors through her, a palpable weight shifting and settling. My breath grew short, not from discomfort, but from the sheer intimacy and the overwhelming sensation of her massive ass claiming my face. It was a primal, all-encompassing feeling, a sensory overload that was both humbling and intensely arousing. The world outside this incredible point of contact ceased to exist; there was only the feel of her, the warmth, the scent, and the undeniable reality of her magnificent ass pressed firmly against my face.

A silent understanding passed between us. My purpose was clear. Without hesitation, I extended my tongue, the anticipation building with each millimeter. The first touch was a revelation. The taste that bloomed on my tongue was surprisingly fresh, a clean, almost elemental saltiness that spoke of her vitality. It wasn't overpowering, but a subtle tang that awakened my senses. This initial taste mingled with her unique fragrance, a raw, rustic aroma that was deeply earthy and intoxicating, connecting her to the very essence of the natural world around us.

I began with slow, deliberate strokes, my tongue tracing the smooth curve of her cheek, exploring the unique landscape of her magnificent ass. The subtle texture, the yielding give of her flesh beneath my touch, sent a jolt of pure sensation through me. All the while, the only sound that punctuated the intense intimacy of the moment was the rhythmic hush of the waves lapping against the shore of the serene lake nearby, a constant, soothing backdrop to our sensual exchange.

Then, I focused on the crevice, the delicate line that divided the glorious expanse. Each pass of my tongue along her ass crack seemed to elicit a reaction from her. I could feel subtle shifts in her weight, a deepening of her breath, perhaps even a soft sigh escaping her lips. It was a silent symphony of pleasure, her unspoken responses guiding my exploration. The salty taste intensified in the crevice, a natural tang that was uniquely hers, further fueling my exploration.

Lost in the sensation of her against my face, I was startled when her hands emerged, taking mine and guiding them upwards. My palms met the impressive weight of her breasts, large and yielding, the nipples beneath my fingers surprisingly prominent.
Strained beneath her, arms outstretched, I found myself in a peculiar position, supporting her while cupping her magnificent form. A silent directive passed between us as her hands pressed mine firmly against her flesh. This was her way.

I understood and complied. My fingers flexed, gently at first, then with a growing boldness, I squeezed her large, soft breasts. It was a strange, intensely intimate moment, a clear expression of her dominance in this sensual dance.

The simultaneous sensations were overwhelming. Her large, powerful thighs tightened around my face, a warm, firm embrace that both thrilled and focused me. It was a clear, non-verbal communication. Any lapse in my ministrations below or above was instantly met with that potent squeeze, a sensual reminder of the unspoken agreement between us.

Conversely, when my tongue found a particularly sensitive spot, or when my hands applied just the right pressure to her magnificent breasts, a low moan would rumble through her, a deep sound of pure appreciation that vibrated against my face. It was a constant feedback loop, her body guiding mine, a primal language spoken through touch and sound. The pressure of her thighs, the yielding softness of her breasts in my hands, and her guttural moans created an intensely intimate and erotically charged moment.

A low, guttural sound rumbled from deep within her as pleasure coursed through her. Her hips began to sway with increasing intensity, a sensual grinding motion that pressed my face deeper into the warm, damp earth beneath her. The sheer force of her enjoyment was palpable, her weight shifting and settling, burying my head further into the yielding soil. It was a primal display of abandon, her powerful body arching and moving, each sway a wave of sensation for both of us. The earthy scent intensified, mingling with her musk, creating an intoxicating vortex of sensation. In that moment, I was utterly consumed by her pleasure, a willing anchor in her storm of ecstasy.

The world remained her domain as long as she desired. Her thighs maintained their firm embrace around my face, a warm, insistent pressure that held me captive in her pleasure. Time seemed to melt away in that intense, sensual space. Finally, a deep sigh signaled her contentment. The pressure of her thighs eased, and the weight above me lifted as she gracefully moved off me.

She sat beside me, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, a sheen of perspiration glistening on her skin. Her gaze then shifted downwards. Her hand reached out, her touch surprisingly delicate as she encircled my now-freed cock. Her inspection was thorough, her fingers tracing its length and breadth with a knowing touch. It was a silent assessment, a primal evaluation to ensure I met her unspoken standards. A small, satisfied nod seemed to confirm her approval. Then, with a gentle hand, she stroked my cheek, a gesture of appreciation.

Watching her move into the lake, a profound realization washed over me. This was not the end, but merely an interlude. The intense intimacy we had just shared felt like a preparation, a sensual prelude to something more. A thrill, mixed with a touch of trepidation, coursed through me. My tongue, still slightly fatigued but undeniably eager, lay in wait, anticipating the next chapter of this unexpected encounter with the formidable BBW. Whatever Segi had in store, I knew it would be unlike anything I had ever experienced.

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What happens next, give some ideas....