Just thought I'd take a poll if you will. For those of you who enjoy having sex with BBW's, was this something you always were into since you first became sexual or was it something in which you later got involved?
I will start. I have always been a fairly skinny guy. 5'8, 125 lbs. in my 20's; 5'8, 135 lbs., in my 30's. When I first became sexual in my teens perhaps due to peer pressure I thought I could really only 'hook up' with thin or maybe athletically built women. And that was just what I did. Nonetheless, I always harbored a lurking attraction to females with builds reminiscent of those Rubensesque females you see portrayed in classic art. Of course, in high school there were certainly plenty of girls with curves akin to this physique, but I never moved past the platonic level with any of them. In so limiting my range of partners I remember going through horrible dry spells where I wasn't having sex or even 'hooking up' at all.
Enter college. It's the mid-nineties; I'm away from home and outside of the confined, judgmental halls of high school. Something finally clicked and I said to myself, "You've always been attracted to them. Now's the time to see if they're attracted to you." I remember my first BBW. I was 18. Her name was Marcie. I met her at a popular college bar. She had a very pretty face, large breasts and one of those asses that comes out of nowhere and goes on in each direction forever. We hit it off, and I remember the conversation turned sexual fairly quickly. I'm sure alcohol helped, but somehow it came up that she said, "Whatever, you're a twig. I'm way too big for you." I took a risk and said, "First of all you're not. And second of all, doesn't it all come down to how big one certain part is ... " (touting my large penis as any good member of lpsg must do). To this her eyes brightened and she giggled saying, "Well yeah, but it has to be pretty damned big." I had my hand on her knee and had been intermittently stroking it. After this exchange I made my move and went in for a kiss. It was greeted with acceptance, and with bar time rapidly approaching I asked her if she wanted to come back to my place to "hang out." She gave me an all-knowing grin and said, "Sure."
I didn't necessarily want to go all the way. I figured I'd take this new frontier slowly. I really wanted to get to see her naked and feel her curves. How I might cum or whether I even came that night didn't matter much to me. I thought it would be nice to go down on her, but I didn't know how shy/forward she would be.
Turned out Marcie had similar goals for the evening. She didn't necessarily want to have sex with a guy she just met at a bar, but she definitely wanted to see my cock and find out if I was as big as I insinuated. So we were both nude probably within 10 minutes of hooking up. She blessedly let me leave my lamp on so I was able to fulfill my first wish and see her in all of her Rubenesque curves. Unlike those classical paintings where you barely see a trace of pubic hair on those buxom females, Marcie had a healthy swatch of chestnut brown bush, and the look of this wide triangle set in the middle of even wider hips was as breathtaking as I'd fantasized about all those years. Her thighs were creamy and breasts nothing short of luscious. She had huge silver dollar areoloas on soft hanging (but not saggy) breasts. There was so much woman (but actually fairly well proportioned) I didn't knowwhat to feast on first. I settled for sucking her glorious breasts while fingering her pussy. One thing I noticed straight away was that she had a large amount of labia majora so it took much of the length of my finger to penetrate her folds, rub her clit and penetrate her vaginal opening. Now I knew what she meant by, "it has to be pretty damned big."
She remarked, "God, you ARE big. But we can't have sex the first night." I said, "No, I thought it would be too soon too, but there's other stuff we can do, right?" "Oh yeah," she replied, and taking my comment as a cue she flipped over put her ass in my face and started blowing me. So now I got my second wish fulfilled and I was eating her pussy, while getting blown by a BBW, to boot!. I smelled the slightest musk from her pussy when I was fingering her, but now with her vagina over my head and spread apart using my right and left thumbs and index fingers the most tantalizing fragrance of sweat and vaginal musk issued out her folds and sweetly perfumed my whole room. It was strong, but by no means a foul scent. 69 position revealed a beautiful salmon set of lips ensconced in all of that chestnut hair. As I lapped at her clit and labia while she lovingly glided her mouth up and down my shaft I thought how nice it would be to hook up repeatedly with Marcie as well as so many other BBW's I had yet to meet. She came very close to deep-throating me and with each new 1/2 inch she'd conquer I came that much closer to cumming. When I thought I might get past the point of no return, I said, "This is so good, you might want to slow down so I don't cum before you do." "Aww, so sweet," was her endearing response. She did slow down and I sped up. About five minutes later with her breathing increased to breakneck speed ans ass and upper thighs covered in sweat she said, "Mmmmm, you did it, I'm gonna' cum." And cum she did. She didn't have a female ejaculation, but right after she said that, a thick dollop of cream issued out of her pussy and into my mouth. It was so sweet and the remains that stayed on my upper lip bore that same strong musk that had perfumed my room.
At this point she wasn't holding back and I wasn't either. Long, loving bobs up and down my shaft, and now she was making every effort to deep throat me. The most amazing thing Marcie did (and frankly I've only experienced this with other BBW's) was she waited until I announced, "I'm cumming," to fully deep-throat me. It was as though she was able to do it all along but waited until I started nutting to go all the way. I had gotten blow jobs before, but this was the farthest my penis had ever gone into a mouth. It was a glorious vicious cycle. She matched every spurt of cum with a swallow from her throat. So whenever she'd swallow, my glans would be pinched in the most sensational way and I'd keep cumming and cumming.
Relaxing post-orgasm we cuddled under my covers. She said among other things that she had never been with a guy as skinny as me. I didn't tell her that I had never been with a woman as large as she (but I think she knew it anyhow.) We hooked up casually throughout that school year and, yes, we did have intercourse. But, alas, I will save that for another thread. Suffice to say, it was wonderful sex and I was big enough.
I will start. I have always been a fairly skinny guy. 5'8, 125 lbs. in my 20's; 5'8, 135 lbs., in my 30's. When I first became sexual in my teens perhaps due to peer pressure I thought I could really only 'hook up' with thin or maybe athletically built women. And that was just what I did. Nonetheless, I always harbored a lurking attraction to females with builds reminiscent of those Rubensesque females you see portrayed in classic art. Of course, in high school there were certainly plenty of girls with curves akin to this physique, but I never moved past the platonic level with any of them. In so limiting my range of partners I remember going through horrible dry spells where I wasn't having sex or even 'hooking up' at all.
Enter college. It's the mid-nineties; I'm away from home and outside of the confined, judgmental halls of high school. Something finally clicked and I said to myself, "You've always been attracted to them. Now's the time to see if they're attracted to you." I remember my first BBW. I was 18. Her name was Marcie. I met her at a popular college bar. She had a very pretty face, large breasts and one of those asses that comes out of nowhere and goes on in each direction forever. We hit it off, and I remember the conversation turned sexual fairly quickly. I'm sure alcohol helped, but somehow it came up that she said, "Whatever, you're a twig. I'm way too big for you." I took a risk and said, "First of all you're not. And second of all, doesn't it all come down to how big one certain part is ... " (touting my large penis as any good member of lpsg must do). To this her eyes brightened and she giggled saying, "Well yeah, but it has to be pretty damned big." I had my hand on her knee and had been intermittently stroking it. After this exchange I made my move and went in for a kiss. It was greeted with acceptance, and with bar time rapidly approaching I asked her if she wanted to come back to my place to "hang out." She gave me an all-knowing grin and said, "Sure."
I didn't necessarily want to go all the way. I figured I'd take this new frontier slowly. I really wanted to get to see her naked and feel her curves. How I might cum or whether I even came that night didn't matter much to me. I thought it would be nice to go down on her, but I didn't know how shy/forward she would be.
Turned out Marcie had similar goals for the evening. She didn't necessarily want to have sex with a guy she just met at a bar, but she definitely wanted to see my cock and find out if I was as big as I insinuated. So we were both nude probably within 10 minutes of hooking up. She blessedly let me leave my lamp on so I was able to fulfill my first wish and see her in all of her Rubenesque curves. Unlike those classical paintings where you barely see a trace of pubic hair on those buxom females, Marcie had a healthy swatch of chestnut brown bush, and the look of this wide triangle set in the middle of even wider hips was as breathtaking as I'd fantasized about all those years. Her thighs were creamy and breasts nothing short of luscious. She had huge silver dollar areoloas on soft hanging (but not saggy) breasts. There was so much woman (but actually fairly well proportioned) I didn't knowwhat to feast on first. I settled for sucking her glorious breasts while fingering her pussy. One thing I noticed straight away was that she had a large amount of labia majora so it took much of the length of my finger to penetrate her folds, rub her clit and penetrate her vaginal opening. Now I knew what she meant by, "it has to be pretty damned big."
She remarked, "God, you ARE big. But we can't have sex the first night." I said, "No, I thought it would be too soon too, but there's other stuff we can do, right?" "Oh yeah," she replied, and taking my comment as a cue she flipped over put her ass in my face and started blowing me. So now I got my second wish fulfilled and I was eating her pussy, while getting blown by a BBW, to boot!. I smelled the slightest musk from her pussy when I was fingering her, but now with her vagina over my head and spread apart using my right and left thumbs and index fingers the most tantalizing fragrance of sweat and vaginal musk issued out her folds and sweetly perfumed my whole room. It was strong, but by no means a foul scent. 69 position revealed a beautiful salmon set of lips ensconced in all of that chestnut hair. As I lapped at her clit and labia while she lovingly glided her mouth up and down my shaft I thought how nice it would be to hook up repeatedly with Marcie as well as so many other BBW's I had yet to meet. She came very close to deep-throating me and with each new 1/2 inch she'd conquer I came that much closer to cumming. When I thought I might get past the point of no return, I said, "This is so good, you might want to slow down so I don't cum before you do." "Aww, so sweet," was her endearing response. She did slow down and I sped up. About five minutes later with her breathing increased to breakneck speed ans ass and upper thighs covered in sweat she said, "Mmmmm, you did it, I'm gonna' cum." And cum she did. She didn't have a female ejaculation, but right after she said that, a thick dollop of cream issued out of her pussy and into my mouth. It was so sweet and the remains that stayed on my upper lip bore that same strong musk that had perfumed my room.
At this point she wasn't holding back and I wasn't either. Long, loving bobs up and down my shaft, and now she was making every effort to deep throat me. The most amazing thing Marcie did (and frankly I've only experienced this with other BBW's) was she waited until I announced, "I'm cumming," to fully deep-throat me. It was as though she was able to do it all along but waited until I started nutting to go all the way. I had gotten blow jobs before, but this was the farthest my penis had ever gone into a mouth. It was a glorious vicious cycle. She matched every spurt of cum with a swallow from her throat. So whenever she'd swallow, my glans would be pinched in the most sensational way and I'd keep cumming and cumming.
Relaxing post-orgasm we cuddled under my covers. She said among other things that she had never been with a guy as skinny as me. I didn't tell her that I had never been with a woman as large as she (but I think she knew it anyhow.) We hooked up casually throughout that school year and, yes, we did have intercourse. But, alas, I will save that for another thread. Suffice to say, it was wonderful sex and I was big enough.
