Booty Banging At Mardi Gras By Sasha Steele
Met her on a Tuesday
And his cock went stiff
Da do ron ron, da do ron ron
Somebody told him
That her name was Tiff
Da do ron ron, da do ron ron
Well that ain't exactly true. Her name was actually Del and he met her on Saturday. But by Tuesday they had got it on and, yes, his cock was stiff. And so was Del's.
Let's talk about the Saturday. The first time that he saw Del, Tori was sitting in an open front bar having a beer on Bourbon street across the road from one of those pizza-to-go joints. Del and her friend were across there shaking their sexy booties to the music of the street while they waited for their order.
Del was one of those phat, big booty bitches with junk in her trunk and ouch in her pouch. Her bubble butt and thunder thighs were shoved into the tightest pair of blue jeans and her big tits were falling out of her black tank top as she danced. Then she was lost in the crowd and it took a few hours for Tori to find her again.
Bourbon street hasn't changed much, except it used to be like, "show us your tits," to get some beads. You still hear that. But more all the time, since some pantiless bitch lifted her skirt, all the trannies and trolls lining the balconies and doing the bead tossing are like, "show us your cock."
Styles for guys have changed. They're more bitch now, more comfortable and sexy. Trannies rule so skirts, dresses and heels are okay. Sexy man lingerie is in. Makeup and jewelry is in. In New Orleans you ain't a man if you don't go tran, and phat is where it's at. So guy-gurls can be phat sexy too.
That's why Tori thought he was hot even though he had slacked off from training and gained a little weight - his close fit tight and looked, mmmmmmm, sexy. He had on a expensive white-gray pant suit, the short jacket open with a tight blue tank top under it. The color of which matched closely his five inch pumps and small shoulder bag, as did the blue thong and bra he wore underneath.
His suit pants were so tight and yet comfortable. Poucho-pants are designed that way - just high enough over hips and ass so they don't feel like their falling down all the time, low rise in front for that bit of a belly, and lots of room for your assets - in their own special sack, Jack. Tori had good assets, ten inches to be exact.
Tori's newly acquired 35 or so extra pounds were well distributed but with a little extra on his middle. Tori's gut had at least a two inch over hang, three or four with all the beer (that's why his suit jacket was worn open - too tight to do up). And he had accumulated some extra weight on his hips, thighs and ass too. Tori had some junk in his own trunk.
Sometimes Tori thought he'd better get back to training before it was too late. But hey, since he came into big money he was having too much fun. And besides, everybody was phat, so what the hell. He certainly didn't try to hide the fact. Actually Tori liked showing off his phat bod - big round ass in tight pants, the short coat-tail of his designer suit jacket sitting across the top of it, his belly not quite covered by the short tight tank top, and his bulging cock-pouch.
He hooked up with Del at a rock bar, danced and drank. More touching and kissing each other on the dance floor and shouting over the music to talk than dancing. So they broke away to the street to hang out together, walked around eating and drinking beer, talked and got to know each other.
They headed for a street bar close to Tori's swanky hotel in the French Quarter where he was staying. Tori had to pee real bad and had been clutching himself. "I've got to piss, Del," he said.
"Me too. Come on." Del led him by the hand to a side street. Tori watched her walk. The way she swiveled her hips causing her fat ass to dance side to side like it was an entity on to its own, following close behind and trying to get passed her first one side then the other. Black chics phat booties are like so different - big round, rising and falling as the strut along and so in your face sexy.
They ducked into an alley, both squatting against a wall. That's another good thing about poucho-pants - their convenience. They are so easy to piss through, and with the pouch there's hardly any saturation.
Bent over with his hands on his knees, Del beside him in a similar pose, Tori's pee came through first. "Ahhhhhhh," he breathed with the relief of it. His piss splashed onto the pavement between his blue high heels forming a large puddle. Tori peed for over a minute.
Del's piss had taken a little longer to get started and she finished first. Wiping the excess from her crotch with the palm of her hand she stood to watch as Tori finished.
They away drank a few hours in the bar, went back to the alley for another piss (this time Del was clutching herself), and were all over each other in the elevator at Tori's hotel. Both of them were hard, and judging by the bulge in Del's jeans pouch her assets eclipsed Tori's ten inches.
In the room they embarrassed, kissed and pressed their hard cocks into one another. Tori's hands were all over her going from her fat arms to her big tits to her round hips and on to her big ass. "You've got such a gorgeous ass," he said as his hands kneaded her fat.
"Your's ain't so bad itself, honey." Del said grabbing Tori's buns.
While Tori undid her jeans Del pulled her tank top over her head and shook out the loose curls of her hair. Del's mop of hair was light brown with blond streaks and hung just past her shoulders. He pulled her pants down to her black chunk-heeled boots and Deli stepped out of them.
She loomed above him. Her big tits overflowed the black brassier she had on and her cock tented out in her black panties. The stretched material of her panty's cock-pouch followed close to the shaft and tight bag of Del's massive hardon. Her black lingerie complimented the light brown toned skin of Del's soft fat body, and the array of gold chains, bracelets, ear and finger rings contrasted it.
Del took hold of Tori's head and rubbed her cock against his face. Her panties were still damp and he could smell her stale pee. She turned around and pushed her fat ass in his face. Del's full cut panties were pulled high on her hips, their full seat covered her huge ass. Her ass stuck way out. You could set a glass of water on it. It looked as if she had shoved two partially deflated basketballs in there. The material stretched over and stuck deep in the cleft between her butt cheeks. Tori kissed her ass, and his tongue followed her panties into her crack.
Del turned back around bringing Tori to his feet. She kissed him. Her hands went inside his open jacket and she caressed his fat stomach, then to the wet bulge in his pants. "Let's get these clothes off," she said, taking his jacket off his shoulders. Tori took his jacket right off and pulled the blue tank top over his head.
His light blond hair was drawn tight to his head as it was pulled back a pony tail that hung to the base of his neck. He wore a small pearl necklace and earrings, a bracelet, and a few expensive rings.
His soft fleshy pecs were encased in a pretty light blue bra. Del put her hands on the small cups. Then Tori turned around so that she could undo the zipper in the back of his pants. He leaned on the wall, his cock throbbing as she helped him struggle out of them.
The cock-pouch of Tori's blue thong, stood ten inches straight out and its material was drawn tight to his shaft. Tori's erection jumped back up as his tight pants were pulled over it. The thong was pulled high on his hips and the string back sunk deep between his round ass cheeks. The small front panel above his bulging cock was tight to his bald fleshy pubis mound with the under-shelf of his thick gut protruding above it.
Tori had a gut, but his stomach wasn't a big, round, bulbous one. Not yet anyway. It was thick with a three inch overhang of fat above a fleshy pubis mound, but otherwise it was flat. Del's gut was like that too, only not as thick with less overhang. Both of them had soft, phat sexy bodies with smooth hairless skin. Tori's gut was bigger than Del's and he had a fat ass. But her hips, ass and thighs were bigger than his, and so was her cock.
"Mmmmmmmmm. Such sweet cheeks for a white boy," Del said, her hands all over Tori's ass. She buried her face in it causing Tori to moan. Then Del stood and pressed her pantied cock into his ass crack. Reaching around she grabbed Tori's throbbing cock. Tori drew a long breath of air.
Del took down Tori's thong. He turned and kicked it off as she freed her own cock through the leg hole of her black panties. Del's huge foot-long black cock was beautiful. Standing straight out it was a shiny ebony color with a pinkish head and her scrotum was draw up tight to its base. Their cocks met as they kissed. They undulated their bodies. Their hard cocks crossed and rubbed against one another.
Del undid Tori's bra and he slipped out of it. She felt his soft fleshy pecs. "Come on, sugar," she said taking him by the hand. Del pushed Tori down on his back on the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him with her massive thighs draped over his. She pressed her cock on his, fucking him cock to cock for a short time, then moved down and took Tori's cock in her mouth.
Tori moaned as Del drew his throbbing hardon deep into mouth. She sucked him for a while then stopped. "Get that fat ass around here, hoe," Del said with fained authority. "Momma Del gonna fuck you lily white ass."
Tori rolled over and raised his backside to her. Dell spread his ass cheeks, burying her face between them. Her tongue found his ring, she ran it along it licking his ass. Tori moaned. Del pressed her mouth to Tori's hole sucking it. Her tongue entered. He squirmed and moaned some more.
Del licked, sucked and tongue fucked Tori's asshole for ten minutes or more before she brought her cock to him. Del had entered him slow and gentle before she started to really fuck him, undulating her great hips and her huge ass wreathing in the seat of her black panties.
Del's massive thighs straddled him, her legs folded over his spread legs. Tori's ass was raised to her. Del leaned onto him. She reached around probing his fat gut and pubis mound, took hold of his hard cock and masterbated Tori as she fucked him.
Tori's pretty face (feminized by its chubbiness, by its smooth hairless skin, its contoured eyebrows, and the light makeup that he wore), had a look of pain and horror mixed with ecstasy on it. That look due to Del's foot long mamba being rammed up his ass. Oh, it hurt so good.
Del, on the other hand, had a look of pure ecstasy on her beautiful face. Her head was tilted back. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth open, She was pumping hard now as she brought herself to orgasm.
Tori came first, his face buried in the pillows as he shot his load onto the bedspread. Del jerked every last drop from him. She came right after he had, with both her hands braced on the bed as she leaned heavily into him, her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open. Del screamed into the air as she came. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Exhausted Del rolled off onto the bed. Tori turned to her. His ass ached, his stomach was queasy, his bowels felt loose, and he felt like he had to take a shit. "God, Del, that was so wonderful," Tori said.
Del rolled back on top of him. She kissed him. "You like momma Dell fuck you phat white ass?" She said.
"Oh god, yes, Del," Tori said.
Del ran her finger over his lips. "Good," she said, "cause next time it be your month."
End