Exchanging Flesh Ch. 13
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*Chapter 13: Conquering The Flesh*
**ok, you may have wanted to read some of the earlier chaps to appreciate fully this, but give it try even if not. love, esl&&**
I wish I could say I stayed away from Bobbie but her huge tits were too much for me to ignore. Them and her obvious availability.
I still harbored resentment for her treatment of me the night before my wedding but when she gave me daily glimpses of her cornucopian body, I decided to have her. But to have her my way.
She caught me on our third morning at her place. She had the day off. Mae was at work.
I stepped out of the bathroom after showering, a towel wrapped around my waist. Bobbie was lying on the pullout couch Mae and I were using. She was naked. She held her mammoth coral tipped breasts in her hands. Her huge body spread over the mattress.
"Remember these, Danny," she said, almost tauntingly. "Remember Mommies' titties."
I had been thinking about Bea in the shower so my dick was half hard. Maybe my sweet feelings for my mother-in-law made me react the way I did. I whipped off the towel and walked up to Bobbie.
"Sit up," I said.
She did. Peter-one had told me once she really didn't care for cock sucking and I took advantage of my knowledge.
"Open your mouth," I said.
She reached out to stroke my cock. I pulled away.
"No hand jobs this time, Bobbie," I said. "Open up."
She opened her mouth and I shoved my prick between her lips. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth until I was hard as a rock. Then I pulled out. I pushed her back on the bed and knelt between her thighs. She was soaked. I tongued her clit then stuck my tongue in her cunt.
"Oh, yes, baby," Bobbie said. "Suck me."
Just as I suspected, her smell was completely normal if strong and musky. Through years of research, I had come to believe the reason she smelled so bad that night long ago was because she had her period. I licked voraciously and she pulled my face into her. Her voice was ragged as she begged me not to stop. "Suck my cunt. Suck my cunt."
I had no intention of stopping. Instead, I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it hard. I thrust two fingers in her pussy and fucked them in and out. She came hard, lifting her great buttocks off the mattress and bellowing loudly above my bead.
I stood up and took my place between her thighs. She couldn't speak, her eyes were staring frantically at me. I simply inserted my cockhead in her tight hole and slammed home. Her eyes bugged out as my length stretched her famous tight twat. I fucked her relentlessly, showing no mercy for her small size.
When I was ready to come, I pulled out and shot my wad all over her big jugs. The thick cream saturated her white nipples as I stroked my meat dry.
"You've learned some new tricks, Danny," she said.
I lit a cigarette and I watched as she licked my come off her heavy breasts.
"You like to be in control, don't you, Bobbie?"
She looked up at me, unsure where I was going.
"Yes," she said. "It's best for me."
"And you don't like to suck dick? Peter told me that."
"No, I don't really. I like the taste of come but I can't stand it spurting in my mouth. And most cocks are too big."
I stubbed out my smoke.
"Listen," I said. "We can get together once in a while. But there are two conditions. Number one--I'm in control. Number two--You suck my cock. And know this--I want you to suck my cock because you don't like to. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said quietly. Her nipple was erect.
"And if you do suck my cock until I come down your throat, I'll lick your pussy dry," I said.
Her hand flew between her legs. She nodded.
"Why don't you go take a shower?" I said.
She lifted her massive frame off the bed. As she passed by me, she stopped to tentatively touch my limp cock.
"Now?" she asked.
"Later," I said.
She went into the bathroom.
I think I was so mean to Bobbie because of my confused feelings for Bea. I missed her terribly and I had so much pent-up sexual energy, I needed a place to vent it. But I was done playing the one being controlled. If I couldn't have the cooperation I'd achieved with Bea, I was going to call the shots.
Bobbie became a kind of confessor for me. She knew of a number of my conquests. She knew about Mel, though not about the time in the closet. She knew about Val and Darlene. And about Liz. I was surprised she hadn't heard about Charlotte since they were sometime lovers. She, of course, didn't know about Vera or Bea.
Many times as I fucked her tits, now using mine and Bea's baby oil trick on those gargantuan things, she would question me about my ladies.
"Who's the best cocksucker?"
"Easy, Valerie."
"Why?"
"Because she likes it."
"Who had the best body?"
Bea came to mind but I couldn "Why?"
"She was perfect. That's all I can say."
"What was kinkier? Val and Darlene? Or Charlotte the harlot?"
She didn't know about Robert. "I think you know the answer to that."
"Charlotte and her toys. Did you piss on her?"
"Yeah."
"Kinky bitch. Who was the first?"
"Her name was Vera." And I told her a bit about my initiation into the world of sex.
"Was she the best butt fuck? That woman, Vera?"
"Nope."
"Who?"
"Melissa."
"You're getting really hard."
"It was really good."
"Were you in love with any of them?"
"I think so."
"All of them."
"No."
"Val?"
"No."
"Darlene?"
"No."
"Lizzie?"
"She was sweet." "Melissa?"
"Maybe." "Me?"
"No, you pissed me off too much."
Bobbie giggled. "Vera, the older woman?"
"Yes."
"Who was the best all round lover?"
"My mother-in-law."
"Oh, my god. Danny, you didn't?"
"She's the best."
"What about me? What am I the best at?"
That's when I came as I fucked her pendulous tits. My come splashing all over her chin. I shoved my spurting prick in her mouth and fucked her lips till I was dry.
When I finally pulled out, she said, "Oh, I see. Oh well, boys will be boys. Big tits for all of you."
I slid down to tongue her clit.
"I can't believe you fucked her mother. Danny, you're a match for me."
She kept talking until my tongue lashed her to orgasm. Then her words turned to screams.
Bobbie would also regale me with stories of her exploits while I ate her pussy. As I suspected, she had been with nearly everyone I knew. Most of her male professors, as well. She told me she rarely let someone fuck her however. She used her hand jobs and titties to keep her men happy.
She was in love with Peter-one but knew it would never work. He was the only guy she truely tried to please. Doing anything he wanted. His seven inch slender prick was perfect for her small pussy. But he treated her badly. Indeed, once after they had a quickie in the study room of the dorm, he had left her there asleep with her huge tits exposed. He had just gone to his room as she slept on the couch until a custodian walked in in the morning.
Peter-two had the smallest cock she'd ever seen. It didn't matter because he came when she undid her bra.
The biggest dick--I was number two--belonged to the Big Professor, of course. A big country man of about fifty who taught history. He had a great shock of white hair and was a well rumored cocksman.
Bobbie had pursued him and eventually caught him in his office after a class. She had made up a story about needing extra credit. Then when the door was closed, she just exposed her abundant breasts and he was instantly hard. Bobbie undid his pants and when his monster sprang forth, she was nervous for the first time in her life.
It was twelve inches long and as big around as a coke bottle with a humungous purple head as big as an apple. That was when Bobbie developed her exquisite hand job technique. She stroked him to orgasm as he sucked on her big tits. His come drenched her belly like a pint of heavy cream.
The professor insisted on fucking her and she let him put his somewhat smaller limp dick in her tight twat. He fucked her with the thick hose and she came as his prick stiffened and lengthened in her pussy. When he was fully erect he fucked her with the half of his prick he could get in her tight hole until he came for the second time. She said his apple sized cockhead felt like a fist opening when it shot off inside her.
When she told me this I became so hard I stopped licking her and shoved my prick in her cunt so hard we both came. It was the only time I ever came in Bobbie's cunt. I insisted on shooting down her throat no matter how we were getting off. She hated it, but accepted the condition.
My favorite position with this big girl became 69 with her on top. I loved the weight of her heavy breasts on my chest as I sucked her cunt and she deep throated my cock. I could squeeze her hard nipples as I probed her vagina with my tongue. When Bobbie really had me down her throat she would lift off my chest and her great udders would hang down. I would slap them hard or slide down and bury my face in them while I held her blond head on my cock as I shot down her throat.
The only time she refused me was when I wanted to fuck her asshole. She told me she was saving it for Peter-one. I made her pay by forcing her to lick my asshole clean and then suck me off on her knees while I stood before her. I made her do this for an entire day. Anytime I got a hard-on, I would just nod for her to get on her knees. Near the end of the day, I was basically fucking her shit filled mouth while I held her head. The last time we did it in the toilet while Mae watched TV in the other room.
This day, though enjoyable, started an idea percolating in my mind. I telephoned Peter-one and had little trouble convincing him to join Bobbie and I for a day of fun. I even offered to pay for half of his bus ticket. When I told Bobbie that Peter was coming to see us, she was elated. Her face lit up with joy. When I told her what she'd have to do, she was a little in awe--but she didn't say no.
Peter arrived on the appointed day and I greeted him at the door. I think he had a pretty good idea what he was there for. Especially since, over my shoulder, he could see Bobbie sprawled on the opened couch in all her naked glory.
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