The Girl Behind the Counter Pt. 9 & 10: A BBW SSBBW Short Story

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When she started dropping by without calling, I, reluctantly, came to the conclusion I had to do something rather drastic to cool Kissy Kat's ardor. I didn’t want to hurt her, but she was giving me no other choice.

A bed bath first then perhaps I see what I can do for you!” Belinda quizzed easing the bedclothes from the bed exposing him fully. About 1:15 AM, I stirred to the sound of her opening my door. The light of a full moon was streaming in my bedroom window. It bathed the entire room in soft light. Without moving, I watched Kissy slowly strip. She was such a lovely creature in that soft light. Her young sizable tits showed little sign of sagging. Her belly and ass had enough fat to make her soft, cuddly, and nicely rounded.Bert leisurely eased the bed covers down, his eyes never leaving Belinda’s. She watched inattentively as they moved from his private parts, amazed as to the sight before her.

Depends on what you mean by service. Mary has made me cum a few times, as far as the real thing is concerned it be years!” I sat there unable to answer her because this had never happened to me before, I was unsure of how to answer her. I considered hanging up the phone right then and there because the shame I was feeling was multiplied by the thought that I had never done anything sexual before and here I was with a hair trigger and I hadn’t touched it. There was the awkward silence that both of us had fought so hard to avoid in all of our conversations. I took a deep breath and answered her “Yes I did and I didn’t mean to I just got so excited because you are the first girl to ever tell me something like that.” She giggled like a little school girl until I asked her to stop it. She giggled some more and asked me why she should. I told her that the giggling was bringing down my self-esteem because not only was I still a virgin but I seemed to have a hair trigger when it came to things like that. She started taking deep breaths to calm her breathing down until she was able to talk. Our conversations continued like that up until my sixteenth birthday, that was the day that I would get the phone call that would change my teenage life. I had the phone by my side that night because at school Christy had pulled me aside and said she was calling that night and had something very important to tell me. I kept on questioning her every time I saw her and she wouldn’t relent on telling me to wait until later. Late one night, I sat awake on messenger... thinking out a sex laden story to write when her screen name blinked to life. I went to log out but she messaged me, her husband wasn't home and she felt lonely. I looked at my sleeping husband and then replied, asking if she needed a bed time story. She said yes, I wove a deeply involving story that was smutty just for her, using the characters that drove her wild. As I described the sensation of a touch the man did to the heroine, I would touch myself. Before too long, her typing got erratic, a sign I knew meant she was climaxing. She stopped responding to the story for a few minutes then thanked me for the writing.. she could sleep now. I was very tired, when Kissy called one night. I told her I was going to bed, but she could still come over, if she liked. I told her to let herself in, help herself to something to drink, get naked, and climb in bed with me.Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel To this day I will find my self thinking about what my life would have been like if Christy hadn't miscarried the baby and I would have become a daddy.That part of my life is over and I have moved on. Many a night she’d call when she got off work at midnight, and asked if she could come over. She worked at a nationally known electronics factory on the far side of our city. It took her nearly an hour to drive to my place from work.

It was moments before there was any movement from the old fella, but he looked up with a twinkle in he’s old eyes. She was nearly there, it was getting easier by the minute, she’d only wished she had Bert’s viewpoint, it must be a wonderful sight, she could feel the drag on her pussy lips each and every time she lifted. How could a man of his age be so hard, the feeling was sensational? Her size and weight was getting the better of her, she couldn’t stop now what if he went soft on her, she’d never forgive herself. Since my divorce a couple of years earlier, I had imposed some rules on myself. One of them was not to get too serious with anyone I dated. Decisive Needs” was an old peoples nursing home, just outside town, Belinda had worked there since she was 17, working her way up to now matron at 22. Sitting in her office one day she pondered over her eleven male patients, the youngest being 72 with old Bert the oldest at 94, they were all a good crowd, in all there were 34 patients at the home. Belinda was going through the staff rota, noting that no one had been allocated for the bathing of patients for that night or the following week, Mary would be away on her annual holiday, it looked as if she herself would have to stand in on administering the chore.I didn’t need, or want, a steady girlfriend at that time. She said she understood, but continued to put pressure on me to commit to dating only her.

For several years, this went on. I hardly dated at all in highschool and even when I went to college, I found that most of the girls weren't very experienced and I had to teach them everything. I always managed to find time to visit Laura when I was getting too frustrated. They moved out of the stated when I was 24 and I haven't seen them since. I still think about Laura's short fleshy little body with her huge tits and meaty thighs. I felt my heart racing, it was finally coming true. The moment I had been waiting for all this time was finally going to happen. Jeacia was finally coming down to visit. Our friendship had started a year after I graduated from high school and moved to the city to keep a promise to my mother.Again, Belinda went into orgasm, this time she had to clench the sheets along side Bert, his velocity overwhelmed her, he was literally ploughing into her now, his fingers gripping her waist tightly This wasn’t helping her that much, she’d already accepted that she’d partake in her own sexual activities from now on, at the nursing home she’d have a more than willing cliental, they might be old, but they’d be more than willing going by Bert’s action. Belinda reached across once more rinsing the soap with a soft sponge; Bert could only but gasp as the outer sensations of the rough sponge was dragged along the sides his shaft. With Bert the way he was, his age his medical condition, there would be no way that he could undertake any strenuous action, she’d never been with a man on her own before, but how far was he prepared to go. If Mary had given him a blowjob, there was no real stain on him from that action, but the real thing was the old fella up to it? Belinda thought. Is that nice big boy?” she grinned down to him, studying Bert’s face, she knew he yearned badly to push himself up into her, nevertheless she was now in control, slowly, very slowly she started lowing herself. The pleasure was more than she could ever have expected, or hope for, for that matter, amazed that she’d able to spread so easily, gradually she lifted and lowered, lifted and lowed. The large helmet jerked as it was compelled between her taught pussy muscles, no pain just sheer pleasure for both. After taking a piss, I returned to my bedroom. Kissy was still laying naked with her legs spread. “Beautiful! Hold on! Don’t move! There’s more to cum.” I told her again.