Too Hot For A Big Girl?

This post originally appeared on Brookey's Blog Cafe in my monthly guest blog on TMI Tuesday's.


It was hotter than fish grease outside. More humid than a bowl of soup. Lush was (and still is) a thick girl. She was more Southern bred big and thick. Not tall and big and thick, but short, stout, big and thick. Her cute face and pretty lips always caught my eye. Those lips were also always full of smart remarks and were very skilled behind closed doors. This day, she was adamant on doing one thing. Fucking. Not now, but right now. Not let me turn on the A/C in this room, let it get comfortable and then we can work into it...uh uh..RIGHT NOW!

She tugged at my belt as a bewildered look spread across my sweaty brow. Her aggression aroused me. Soon her pretty lips danced around my manhood. Her tongue swirled like a tornado and she knew she had me. My hand pulled the hair from her sweaty face and held it aloft so it didn't stick to her sweaty neck. With me at the throbbing side of never coming back from arousal, she stood and stripped quickly. She shimmied her tight jeans down her thick thighs and kicked them to a corner. Her polo shirt flew above her shoulders revealing full bouncing breasts above her problem areas that she was not too shy to reveal.

With another shimmy and a quick unfasten, she revealed her golden colored body. She was fuller figured than she had been last we'd met this way. I was surprised, but not aghast. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, flung her hair over her shoulder as she looked behind herself and told me to "come here." I slid behind her slowly and surely, pacing myself in the heat. She wanted no part of that. The harder and more passionate we collided the more sweat erupted from us both, but especially from her. We slid across each other slippery with sweat as we changed positions. My slimmer body disappeared between her thick thighs as she swallowed me up and moaned above me.

Lush refused to give in to the climate. Her full frame glistened with the sweat created from our sex, but we rode together hard and vigorously. Upon her final, body shaking orgasm, she collapsed atop me in sweaty, pleased bliss. Lush showed me it was never too hot, never too humid, and never too much to get it on with a big thick girl.

Now being a brother (read: Black man) I don't mind a thick woman. More often than not, I prefer one. But do you think it's ever too hot to...fuck a big girl? A big guy? Is that too much in this heat? What if your A/C went out and you were really horny and damn if your spouse/mate/fuck buddy/friend with benefits/side piece/jump off, etc was more toward the plump side. Would you trade them in for a slim Jim/Jane?

They call me The Fury and it's never too hot for some thick and juicy

Bang The Bum Harder

I'd be lying if I said I understood. Sometimes I am the vessel. Just the tool used in an effort to build..or possibly raze. I was horny. She was horny. She was bat shit crazy horny.

Where the "bat shit" comes in, I'm not sure, maybe it's based on Batman since he's pretty fucking loony.

I digress.

Lush had a wild look in her eye when I walked into her place. She couldn't stop grabbing at my parts.

"Where's Becca?" I asked of her roommate as she pushed me towards the stairs that led to her room.

"I don't fucking know. Go upstairs, shiiiiiiittt" She huffed.

My timberland boots clanged up the steps followed by the heavy stomp of her heavy bare feet. Her thick calves hauled up her thick thighs which held her solid ass and the rest of her thick frame.

She kissed me hard, pulled off my coat hard, tugged at my belt hard, ripped open the button hard, unzipped the zipper fast, forced her hand in my boxers, hard pulled out my dick...nice...and easy...

Her big brown eyes went wide with the stiffness. Her small pert lips spread and she sucked me hard. Her hands jerked me stiffer. My body rocked and swayed as I stood. My eyes just barely took in the mess that was her bedroom and the bed that was all....the...way...over...there.

Lush fought and struggled with her own jeans, simultaneously pulling them off as she sucked me..hard. Her shirt was already open exposing her stiff big brown nipples which were littered with the saliva that escaped her mouth (possibly in terror from the assault of my shaft).

She stood, led me to the bed as she stripped whatever was left. The condom was sitting right on the bed stand.

She was a woman with a twisted agenda...







She flung it to me.

"Come fuck me." She said with as much clarity as a crisp glass of Poland Spring Water. Not waiting for an answer, she climbed on the bed on all fours. I pulled off my shirt as my heart thumped against my chest. The sweat slick of excitement made it tougher for my wifebeater to come off. "Fuck it. Leave it on!"

"Shut up muthafucka!" I shouted back. She liked it. She smiled as she turned away. The sweet dew was visible on her mound between her spread thighs. I pulled the tank over my head leaving it half wrapped around my shoulders like a vest. Dick covered, I pushed the stuffed animals and assorted shit from the bed and buried myself deep inside her with one hard thrust.

She grunted hard as I felt the heat inside her grip me tightly. Before she could recover I pounded deep inside her again. She was moaning with me.

"Yes! Fuck me! Hard! I need this!" She pleaded with painful grunts.

Grabbing the back of her neck, hard, I rammed myself harder and harder inside of her. We rocked back and forth fucking with beastly smacks of sweaty skin. The bed moved, shook beneath us as her hands gripped the sheets to steady herself. When she screamed in pain, I dug deeper. Found that deep wall and not so much rubbed it as I banged against her. She wanted more. Lush pushed back against me. I could feel the end of her and she plead for deeper.

The intensity increased. I felt a slight ounce of remorse when I realized I was strangling a red mark on the back of her neck and slapping hot red welts on her ass, but it all went away when she pulled the pillow from her mouth and grunted.

"Oh shit yesssssss!" Then stuffed the pillow back in her mouth muffling the moans and groans.

Her slick excitement dripped down her thighs as she came..then more when she came again. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head up from the pillow.
"I wanna hear." I grunted through clenched teeth as I swiveled my hips feeling every hot sweet fold inside of her. I pushed harder rocking her body, rocking the bed, breaking some cheap shit nearby. She clenched her teeth trying not to holler bloody murder and to not give me the satisfaction, but it was too late.

Her body quaked again and again over the span of another hour passing. No changes in position, no breaks, just a constant pounding doggy-style fuck. Finally, she begged for mercy. Lush collapsed with her face in the pillow, hands extended forward, her back rising and falling spastically. And like the tool I was, I didn't stop. I continued to pound my nail deep inside her as she panted, moaned and spit.

I was writing my laws of attraction and posting them on the doorway of her lust. What shocked me most was when she came again. When it all seemed too raw and sore, there she was shivering, her legs fluttering together. When she came down, I slapped her ass hard then pushed the back of her head forward mushing her face forward into the bed. I tossed the condom over my shoulder onto the floor as I massaged the sweaty, hard brown dick in my hand. Lush lay catching her breath, the red hand prints on her ass and neck seemed to glow.

Ambling to her knees, she looked around the room.

"What the fuck did we do??" Her hoarse voice echoed.

"Huh?" I took a look around.

Through our rocking we had moved the bed literally to the other side of the long room and in it's wake had moved a table, a pile of books and broken a glass. I stood pulling my sweaty misshapen wifebeater back over my head.

"I'll push the bed back. The rest is yours."

Lush bent forward licking the sweat sopped head of my manhood.

"This too?" She looked up at me.

"You have to earn that." I said coaxing the back of her head forward and me deeper in her mouth.

They call me The Fury...The furniture mover, dominator and all around bastard.

Skinny Dipping

I remember when I was young and innocent (well compared to these days) and I made a vow to myself that I'd save the unprotected sex for when I got married. Stop laughing!! It made sense then, in my naivety, that I could hold out until I'd found the woman I wanted to marry to feel the true essence of a woman. All that came tumbling down in college....

Lush and I were alone in her college apartment kissing hot and heavy on the couch. What started out as a quick chat ended up with our tongues dancing with each other. My hands firmly grabbed her wide thick bottom as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. We'd found a rhythm this time. It was way more comfortable than our first when we clumsily fumbled with each other in the dark of my bedroom trying to keep quiet as not to wake my roommates and her childhood friend that introduced us. This time, Lush stood above me and moaned loudly as I pulled her breasts from her bra and sucked her nipples. `

Her fingers pawed at the bulge in my crotch and firmly grabbed it. I could tell she was measuring me up, seeing if I was worthy. Surely, she had found that answer the last time, but this was a double check. I could tell by the inch my inch creep up and down the thickness of my shaft and the rubbing of the head with the palm of her hand, that this was a test.

"Give it to me. I want you." She whispered in my ear as my tongue swirled across the very tips of her nipples leaving them sloppily wet with saliva.

My hands unbuckled her belt, she shimmied from her baggy jeans and stepped from them exposing her pink cotton panties. There was a noticeable wet spot right at her crotch. I knew it wasn't the humidity of the late Summer air, but the increased dew of her sex that caused it. My fingers pushed her panties to the side and slid my between her plump vulva. Lush was a thick girl bordering on chunky with strong limbs and a heavy hand. A hand that forced my belt open and slid in my pants to grab a full helping of my hard cock.

"Mmmmm. I want you. Let's do this." She said sounding just like a 90s rap video.

My fingers probed deep inside her warmth, her oozy essence spread across my fingers as I finger fucked her first with one finger then two. Her moans reached a crescendo then came down.

"You have any condoms here?"

"Shit. I don't. Do you?"

"No, I don't carry them with me like that. I was lucky that I made it to my writing class much less had extra protection. What about your roommate?" I breathed as I slid my fingers to her clit.

"mmmmm, shit....No...she ain't fucking."

"You sure?" I asked. The deep softness inside her beckoned me. She was altogether soft, moist and very warm.

"Yeah. I need you Fury. Just give me one stroke." She begged.

I shook my head and continued to massage her luscious folds, her pearl and beyond. The musky smell of excitement filled the room. I stood to turn towards the door.

"Let's go to my apartment."

"I can't move. Are you kidding me? I need you right now. Fuck!" She moaned pulling me back. I sat on the arm of her couch. And sucked an errant pulsing nipple that protruded toward me. My fingers found her saturated pussy lips again and softly caressed. "Just one stroke." She begged. "I need to feel this in me." She moaned as she grabbed the whole of my thickness in her short plump fingers.

"Uh uh." I shook my head and slid two fingers deep inside of her. "These will have to do." I knew my two fingers weren't a match for the whole of me, but then I wasn't aware of the womanly need to feel a man as much as I am today.

Lush was not to be denied. She pulled my stiff cock from my pants and watched it pulse with excitement. Her lips engulfed the entire head with her warm mouth and she bobbed up and down sucking with fever, with urge, with need. Then she stopped.

"You like that?" She looked up to me with innocent eyes, her tongue flicking across the helmet of my soldier. I moaned the affirmative. "My pussy feels better than this." She whispered and sucked me hard across the helmet and as far down the shaft as she could make it before retreating back up. Her hands stroked me with wet slippery saliva. "Pleeeeassee! Just..one...stroke..."

Lush stood, grabbed my fingers and forced them between her labia, A torrent of sweet nectar spread across my hands. She straddled my hand and rode softly. The suction of her sex enticing more and more. All common knowledge and sense left me immediately with her moans of "one stroke".

"One stroke." I heard my voice relent. All of a sudden I was having an out of body experience. Standing next to us watching.

Lush was giddy with excitement. Her panties dropped faster than a lost cause. her hands gripped my jeans and pulled them to mid thigh as I stood leaning against the arm of her couch. There was a loud thump of music playing outside her sliding glass doors as the headlights of an SUV rolled by and parked at the apartment next door. I felt a warm, wet squeeze on the head of my cock. She had already begun to lower herself on me. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she slowly impaled herself inch by inch relishing the promise of one stroke. There were folds and moisture inside that I had never felt before. Muscles contracted against me in a wave of orchestrated pleasure. The viscous dew of her pussy slathered around my shaft as she lowered further. Lush let out a whimper as I filled her. I felt the soft, but firm end of her tunnel the texture massaged the head of my cock.

She raised from my cock faster. Her creamy moisture smeared across my shaft. She teetered on the brink of removing him then quickly plummeted back down impaling herself deeply and sending a rush of sensation down my dick.

"Mmmm! You said one stroke." I moaned s my hands grabbed at her hips.

"I need one more." She moaned as she raised herself slowly. I watched the sticky cream spread across my shaft. I pulled her back down, gyrating my hips to massage her walls. She approved with an overwhelming grunt. I pulled her up and pounded deeper inside with a hard thrust, the rich textures of her muscles holding me tightly. "Oh shit, that's good."

Then I pulled my dick out, wiped the slick juice from my shaft and wiped it on the back of her thigh.

"Now, pull your shit up and let's finish this at my apartment."

Her eyes were wide with shock. Her sex was still puckering rom the space I had created between her labia. Her eyes were lost, her mouth gaped as she quickly pulled her panties and pants back up.

We walked quickly across the dark apartment complex in quiet.

"What the hell did you do to me? My legs won't stop shaking." She finally said.

"Adrenaline." I said in my know it all way.

"Whatever the hell..." She sucked her teeth as we bounded the last staircase.

My apartment was dark, my roommates surely were out playing suck face with the dragon bong down the street. I pulled a condom from its hiding space as she stripped in the dark.

"You ready?" I said with a pompous swagger feeling way more comfortable and ready for the charge.

"Bring it!" She tried to sound confident but was slightly unsure...

My name is The Fury...always come prepared.