#Big Ass

The lakefront was a sweaty haze that evening, the sun bleeding red into the water as the crowd thinned out. I was slumped on a splintered bench, chugging a beer, my eyes prowling over the stragglers - sunburned kids, tired parents, and a few loners like me, chasing the last scraps of daylight. I've got a filthy habit of sizing people up, peeling back their swimsuits in my head - picturing shaved slits or matted jungles, swollen ridges or tight little creases, maybe a lip slipping free if the angle's right. It's my dirty little pastime, and I'm damn good at it. Off to the side, a woman snagged my attention - late fifties, built thick and unapologetic. She was bent over, ass up, digging through a bag, her burgundy one-piece stretched so tight it might as well have been painted on. Her hips were wide, her tits swinging heavy as she rummaged, nipples poking through the fabric like they were begging for a bite. Fuck me, I thought. That's a body you could sink your teeth into. She stood, brushing sand off her thighs, and turned my way. The suit clung to a soft gut, but it was her legs - meaty, spread just enough - that locked me in. Between them, the material dug in, outlining a fat, juicy mound, maybe a stray curl poking out at the seam. My dick twitched. I wanted to bury my face in it, taste the salt and sweat, feel her grind against me. I've got this sick trick - reading a woman's face to guess her pussy. Thick brows? Probably a hairy mess. Full lips? Bet they match downstairs, plump and dripping. It's twisted, but it keeps my blood pumping. I dragged my eyes up - and she was staring right back, lips curled in a smug, fuck-you grin. She knew I was drooling over her. My balls tightened, and I jerked my head toward the water, pretending I gave a shit about the waves. Busted. But I'm a dog - couldn't help sneaking another look. She'd dropped to her knees now, one leg splayed out, digging in her bag again. Her hand slid down, fingers yanking the suit's crotch aside - just long enough for me to catch a raw, pink flash, lips thick and glistening, a bush that looked like it'd scratch my face raw. Then she snapped it back, smirking. Teasing little bitch. I shifted, my shorts tenting hard. She was fucking with me, and I was eating it up. She got up, slung the bag over her shoulder, and strutted my way - short gray hair, hips rolling like she owned the place. As she passed, she locked eyes with me, dark and nasty, then tugged her suit tight, letting it ride up her crack so I could see the full outline of her ass and that swollen slit from behind. My cock throbbed, leaking into my shorts. Then some asshole hollered, "Maggie! " A lean, grizzled guy jogged up from the lot, grinning like a prick. Her man, no doubt. She met him, smashed her lips to his, and muttered something that made him growl. He grabbed her ass, fingers digging in, then slid a hand around front, cupping her cunt through the suit and squeezing hard. She moaned, loud enough for me to hear, and he shoved a finger under the edge, knuckle-deep, right there in the open. My jaw hit the fucking floor. She shot me a look over her shoulder - eyes slit, tongue flicking her lips - daring me to keep watching. I was rock-solid, shorts soaked, ready to blow right there. They stumbled toward the changing huts, his hand still groping her, her tits bouncing with every step. They slammed into a stall, the door rattling shut. I chugged my beer, crushed the can, and tried to shake it off, but my dick wouldn't quit. I waded into the lake, the cold doing jack shit to kill the fire in my veins. All I could see was her - that ass, that smirk, that dripping snatch I'd kill to ram. I hauled myself out, dripping and pissed, when the stall door banged open. The guy stepped out, zipping his fly, looking like he'd just fucked the life out of her. The door stayed shut. I bolted for the huts. One was open - I ducked in, cock straining, and pressed my ear to the wall. A wet, sloppy groan leaked through. Then I saw it - a jagged hole, perfect for a perv like me. I bent down and looked. She was sprawled on the bench, suit yanked down to her thighs, legs wide. Her tits sagged, nipples like bullets, chest heaving. Her cunt was a mess - red, puffy, gaping open, with thick white cum oozing out, pooling on the wood. She was still leaking, a sticky string dangling, her bush matted with it. Freshly fucked and loving it. I stared, drooling, until she turned - eyes pinning me through the hole, lips parting in a filthy grin. She wanted me to see. I couldn't take it. I kicked my door open, tested hers - unlocked. I barged in, shorts down, cock out, stroking like a maniac. She sat there, legs splayed, cum still dripping, and rasped, "Do it, you little perv." I jerked harder, grunting, precum slicking my hand. She watched, licking her lips, egging me on. I lunged forward, aiming for that sloppy hole, needing to pound it raw. She blocked me with a hand, voice sharp. "Not there, fucker. That's his." I snarled, begging, but she shoved her tits at me instead. "Here, you animal - fuck these." I rammed my cock between them, her skin hot and slick with sweat. I fucked her tits like a beast, balls slapping the undersides, my swollen tip popping out the top with every thrust. She growled, "Dump it, now! " I roared, unloading - ropes of hot cum blasting across her tits, splattering her neck, her chin, her fucking face. She smeared it with her fingers, sucking them clean, moaning like a whore. "Dirty boy, " she purred. "That's your lot. Get the fuck out." I stumbled back, cock dripping, staring at her - legs wide, cunt still oozing her man's load, my jizz streaked across her like a badge. She was a goddamn mess, and I'd never been harder.

When I was 20 years old, I finally moved out of my parents' house to really enjoy my student life at the time. As I started to study, I found a nice new home after a long search. Francesca was looking for a roommate because her boyfriend at the time had left her and she wouldn't have been able to keep the apartment on her own. I read the ad in the morning, looked at the apartment at lunchtime and practically moved in the following weekend. It can sometimes happen that quickly, but it was a beautiful, large apartment and very reasonably priced. It was a 3.5 room apartment near Jungfernstieg, almost directly on the Alster. A large living room with a nice dining area and adjoining kitchen, a large bathroom with shower and bath, a bedroom which Francesca occupied and the last room was for me. It was even bigger than her room. As I didn't have that much inventory yet, my move was done quickly. My father and my brother helped me. Francesca was 25 years old at the time, her parents came from Spain, hence her beautiful name. She was quite tall, about 175cm, had slightly dark skin, beautiful long black hair, beautiful big brown eyes, a big rack and a dream body, even if she didn't have the dream measurements, but I like it when a woman has a nice round firm butt. Up to that point, I'd never had anything to do with a woman, apart from a few games when I was young. But it was never anything serious or sexual. Now I had moved in and we got on quite well quite quickly. In the evenings, we often sat on the couch together and watched TV or each had a book in front of us. Sometimes Francesca would just sit there in lingerie or a T-shirt, which I liked more and more. I don't know if she realized it or provoked it, but she managed to get me very excited in a very short time. I didn't know this kind of attraction yet and usually disappeared into my bed. There it happened more and more often that I massaged myself intimately or even more... After four weeks, I invited her to dinner as a kind of thank you. It was a Friday evening and we went to the Italian restaurant around the corner. As it was quite warm that evening, we both put on a nice summer dress. We got on really well and that evening it became a really nice friendship. I couldn't stop looking at her during dinner. Her eyes, her mouth, her neckline, just everything was so attractive and turned me on more and more. As I'm very shy, I was afraid to make the first move. After dinner, we finished our bottle of wine and went home. When we arrived at the apartment, we quickly agreed to have another bottle of wine. We sat down on the couch, as we did almost every evening, only this time a little closer to each other. She poured us the wine and we had a toast. Afterwards, she gave me a kiss and said thank you for a lovely evening. I was now very taken aback. We put our glasses on the table and she started to stroke my thighs. I liked it and she noticed that very quickly. She kissed me again, but now more intensely than before. My heart began to race and I immediately felt a tingling sensation in my stomach. I told her I'd never done anything like this before, but she just put her finger on my lips and shortly afterwards slipped her tongue into my mouth. I had not had such a nice long kiss for a long time and at the same time her hand wandered between my legs, under my dress and on my thong. Now I was slowly becoming more familiar with the situation and returned her greedy kisses with just as much relish. My hands also went under her dress, but to her hot bottom. I massaged her cheeks passionately, it felt even hornier than it looked. She undid the top buttons of my dress and exposed my breasts. You could guess that I wasn't wearing anything underneath, which she really liked and she immediately used it to give my breasts an intense massage. Then she came to my breasts with her mouth, kissed them all over and began to suck my nipples. I had already pulled her dress up to her hips and now I wanted to see her breasts. I skillfully opened the little bow of the dress with one hand and two beautiful, well-formed and large breasts jumped out at me. I immediately began to lick and caress her breasts with my hands and mouth. Again and again I ran my tongue over her breasts and sucked on her large nipples. In between, I moved up her neck to get her greedy kisses. She took off her dress and was now sitting in front of me in just a thong and I was half on top of her, totally aroused. Now she became more active again, she pulled my dress off and we stood up. She turned me around, played with my breasts from behind and kissed me passionately over my shoulder. I kept circling my bottom towards her. One of her hands then slowly moved down to my crotch. I was already totally wet, which she quickly noticed and threw me onto the couch to slowly take off my thong. She held my legs up a little and started kissing my thighs from behind. She slowly moved down and spread my legs wide. Now she had her hand directly on my pubic area and started to play with my clitoris. First with her hand, then with her tongue. The sight and the feeling almost drove me mad. I kneaded my breasts very hard to make the whole thing even hotter and I couldn't let go of myself. She licked me faster and faster and more intensely, I stroked her hair and pressed her head closer to my pubic area. It was simply divine and she knew exactly what she was doing and what she had to do to get me so excited. Then she pushed a finger into me which made me groan. After a short time there were already two fingers, shortly after three... Her fingers slid in and out faster and faster and she massaged my clit with her tongue harder and harder. Suddenly I came with a very prolonged and loud scream. I had never experienced an orgasm like that before. I had a very long and intense feeling inside me and actually wanted it to never end. She looked at me and grinned, I had to look away embarrassed. She came up to me and kissed me intimately, I actually only tasted myself, which excited me again. She was now on all fours on top of me and I wanted her too. I asked her to turn around. I took off her thong and fell on her ass. I massaged, licked and kissed her from behind. Her bare vagina was so attractive to me that I immediately put my hand there too and ran my tongue through the crack again and again. Francesca moaned again and again and said yes, just like that. This gave me the confidence I needed to continue living out my fantasies. I slowly started to drill my middle finger into her, which made her moan louder. I occasionally tried to reach her clitoris, which worked again and again. After a short time, she took her hand and massaged her butt hole. I had no experience of this at all. But it excited me and also reflected fantasies on my part. I moved my tongue to her bottom hole and licked it gently. Now I got faster with my fingers and my tongue on her bottom. I spat on her bottom hole, something I had already seen several times in porn movies. Now I was almost inside her bottom hole with my tongue and I noticed how she moaned louder and louder and finally climaxed. I was totally happy that I had managed to make her do it the first time, so to speak. I thought that was it, but far from it. She asked me to get into the same position as she had just been. So on all fours with my bottom stretched out towards her. I looked at her and she immediately pushed 3 fingers into my vagina with a smile. It smacked very loudly because I was still or already very wet again. Then I felt her tongue on my butt hole. Anal was always taboo for me, but this was simply heavenly. I just let myself fall mentally and enjoyed this intense feeling. Now she fucked me very hard with her fingers and her tongue almost penetrated my bottom. I was really horny and also had to massage my clitoris. Shortly afterwards I came with an extremely loud scream. Francesca immediately lay down on her back and said fuck me like that too. I took two fingers and fingered her, she said more and I gave her more. When she had four fingers inside me she said and now all of them... I was immediately aroused by the way she said it, the way she moaned, the way she looked at me and begged for it. She took my arm and pushed it in harder and harder, playing with her clitoris. Shortly afterwards, she also came very loudly and with a very loud cry. Now she smiled at me and we cuddled up together on the couch. The next morning, we had breakfast naked and then had a kind of relationship. Almost two years later she went to Spain and I met my future husband...