CURVES (PART 2) By Shakesbear
Every Friday, I would get dropped off at the depo, say goodbye to the other lads and speed off in my car. My workmates would be off to the pub to spend their wages on beer and women. It was tough work. Our days were spent drilling tarmac and digging up concrete. Friday nights were all about relaxing and unwinding. They probably thought I was getting off home to nail my bird but the truth was somewhat different.
They pissed their money up the wall; I spent mine on something far more pleasurable. And he was worth every penny. Friday evening were spent in his flat. He was a great big lad, easily 30 stone, as curvy as an ancient fertility symbol and as talented in the bedroom as any pornstar.
After a few months I plucked up the courage to ask him to try something new with me, something I had always thought about doing.
He undressed for me as usual. I sat on the bed and let my eyes drink in his body. He dropped his trousers first. His huge thighs wobbled as he stepped out of them. And then, slowly, teasingly, he unbuttoned his shirt. The patch of downy hair in the middle of his chest was exposed first, then down, the shadow of cleavage, and then the pale expanse of his belly, white and vast, was revealed. His belly hung over his genitals, obscuring them in shadow, but I remembered his lovely smooth ball sack and the short, stubby dick that could shoot a remarkable about of jism if pleasured correctly. Dropping the shirt, I could see his huge, beautiful breasts that rested on the top of his belly.
I salivated at the sight of him and at the memories of what we had done before and what we were about to do. He clambered on to the bed and up between my legs. He licked his thick lips as I unbuttoned my fly and flopped my cock out of my pants. He took it immediately into his mouth. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of his lips wrapped around my dick. He was an expert cocksucker. I thought about where he had learned his skills from, the numerous other knobs he had pleasured with that mouth and body. I could have asked him about his other lovers and the reasons why I could only visit on a Friday but I preferred to keep our relationship as it was, mostly silent apart from the grunts of fucking.
Coming straight from work, I hadn't washed my dick. It would taste slightly of piss at first, I suspected, a little salty with the precum that had probably beaded out following my long afternoon thinking of our humping. He never complained about this, nor indeed that I was sometimes a bit grubby from the site. Flecks of cement on my arms, dust on my brow, the beginnings of personal odour from a day's exertion and sweat. If anything, he preferred me in this state. Sometimes, we would shower together afterwards and he seemed to enjoy cleansing my body of grim. I left his place cleaner than when I arrived.
Sometimes I would just let him suck me off, glad of a quick release after a hard day. He liked me to come in his mouth and seemed to savour the way jism coated his mouth. We would kiss afterwards and I would taste myself on his saliva, a strange flavour.
I lightly rested a hand on his head. His hair was always closely cropped and I could feel the roll of fat on the back of his neck. I pulled him on to me, controlling the rhythm as I fucked his mouth. I could feel myself drifting away in pleasure as his tongue worked me. I gazed down at him, his chubby face burying itself against my hairy pubis and then, hanging and swaying seductively below, his magnificent tits. Lying down, they cushioned beneath him, wobbling as his head bobbed up and down.
His tits were huge, bigger than any I had seen on a woman before. I asked him to sit on the edge of the bed and he obliged. Standing over him, I took a breast in each hand and weighed them, squeezing the pliable flesh between my fingers. He looked hungrily at my erection and I could see he wanted to take it in his mouth again. Instead, I reached for the bottle of baby oil on his bedside cabinet. Sometimes I would watch as he oiled up his beautiful body before sliding my body over his: always a good bit of foreplay before burying myself in his warm cunt. This time I splashed the oil on his tits. He held them up for me, offering them up like a gift. The clear, thin oil ran down his tits, dripping off his nipples like milk and streaking down his belly. I massaged the oil into his flesh, making his breasts gleam seductively.
My cock ached for attention, jutting out from my body and throbbing. I pressed it in the cleft between his tits and felt him wrap his breast meat around it. Slowly, I began to tit-fuck him, sliding my cock between the oiled fleshbags. His pressed his chins down against his chest and laid out his wet tongue, flicking across the top of my helmet every time I thrust upwards.
With his tits, he carefully worked my cock, letting my foreskin loosen. Gradually, with every thrust, it began to peel back, revealing my flared red glans and its cleft. His tongue worked the underneath, wiggling against the tight folds. The skin finally caught behind the barb of my hardened helmet.
Inflamed with lust, I pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his body, sitting on the wobbling cushion of his vast belly. He pushed his tits up and wrapped them around my heavy cock once more, his skin still slippery with oil. I dribbled down some extra lubrication on my cockhead and took hold of the headboard and began to fuck his tits. The sensation was incredible, feeling his softness envelop me, feeling my knob push through the cleft and be greeted by his waggling tongue. It was blissful. My nuts were heavy with cum and I longed to empty them all over his beautiful face. But I thought of the £150 in my wallet and didn't want to blow my load after only a few minutes.
He was about to go down on me again but I batted his hand away.
He looked up at me with expectation. I could have put his legs over my shoulders and burrowed into his tight arsehole, feel my helmet pop through his anus and plough its way up his rectum. It was what he wanted; I could see it in his eyes: a need to be fucked. He raised his knees and parted his legs. My hands swept over his belly, feeling his soft, spongy flesh. His belly was his best feature, white and vast and beautiful. I climbed on top of him and kissed him again, my body afloat on his trembling body. His chubby fingers stroked my back and down to my buttocks. He pulled me against him with a hunger for contact. His strength was surprising given his soft body and I was always taken aback when he occasionally exerted himself. I sat on his belly, grinding my genitals against him. The cleft of his navel formed a well in the centre of his tummy. Another part of him to explore.
He could see what I was thinking and with his hands, stretched the skin around the bellybutton to reveal the fissure properly. I kissed around the hole and whispered to him `I want to fuck you here.' Looking up, I could see he was a little surprised, but he bit his bottom lip, considered it and nodded in assent. I pushed a finger into him and was pleased to find how deep it could go. It swallowed the length of my index finger with no problem. I waggled it inside, the warm flesh enveloping and welcoming.
I shuffled back down the bed, overjoyed at my new discovery. Kneeling between his flabby thighs, I kissed a trail up his stomach to the belly button. He kept the skin taut and I poked my tongue into his tummy slot, slobbering into him, preparing this new cavity for my pleasure.
Deeming the navel slippery enough, I climbed back on top of him and positioned myself over him, holding the bed frame. I looked down at him. He smiled, ready for this new experience. He opened himself up, pulling the slot open for my dick, and rucking the flesh up towards his tits with one hand. With the other he took hold of my dick and guided it inside his navel.
Firstly, I noticed how smooth it felt inside his bellybutton. My dick slid inside easily. There was no awkward prodding like there sometimes was with his arsehole. And there was no need to take it slowly: the flesh of his belly was both accommodating and tight at the same time. I imagine that it was very much like pushing your dick into a slightly deflated balloon. I thrust inside him with no problem, his whole body quivering beneath me. There was the added benefit of a kind of suction that happened when I withdrew, his navel trying to keep me inside him. It was like trying to pull out of a tight anus, but stronger somehow, and softer.
I humped his belly good and proper, really letting myself pound his tummy hole. It was like fucking a bouncy castle. Our bodies kept in constant motion as my thrusts rippled through his huge body and I rode the waves of my own making, all the time screwing myself into his beautiful fat belly. Sometimes I pulled myself free completely before swiftly dipping my dick back inside the tight ring of his navel. His body rippled with movement and a sheen of sweat developed between his tits, darkening the soft down of hair between them.
He seemed eager to please me and lifted his head up a little so that he could attach himself to one my nipples. I cradled his head again, letting him nurse me as I buried my knob deep into his tummy. My hairy nutsack slapped against him as spittle worked its way back out of his stomach's crevice.
I could feel the orgasm approach. My feet began to wag as I nailed him and my knees felt weak. He detached himself from my right nipple and whispered `Fill my belly with your seed. Come inside my sweet tummy.'
Hearing him beg for my spunk sent me over the edge and I let the orgasm take over. I pushed myself deep inside his belly button, my red knob smothered by his flesh, enclosed around it, intensifying the orgasm as my dick jerked inside his cavity. Feeling three distinct twitches as spunk juddered from my body into his, I pulled myself free and let my cock freely jerk the rest of the load over his body. The first jolt, still strong, shot across his chins and lips, and the next, as the orgasm subsided, spewed the white jelly across his tits until finally the last of the jism oozed from the slit and formed a puddle of sticky resin in his bellybutton. He smiled up at me, licking the splash of semen from his lips. I stuck a finger back into his deep navel and scooped a little more out, feeding it to him, letting him suck it from my finger.
Finally I collapsed on top of him, sated and happy, my tongue working its way back into his slot and licked the last remnants of my seed from his skin. His hands stroked my head and after a few minutes I slid off the bed and pulled him upright, guiding him out of the bedroom and into his bathroom so we could wash each others bodies.