Petra was a woman who stood out in public, but not because of something that could have been ascribed to her beauty, which was definitely there, but because of her simplicity in terms of clothing, and above all because of her size, which really stood out was considerable.
She might well weigh around 120 kilos, and that was not without risk at her age of over 60, even if the doctors confirmed that she was healthy. She drove through the area by bus every day, trying not to attract attention with her simple clothes that were appropriate for her age. She liked her body very much, loved to knead her fat belly, look at her ass in the mirror, cradle her huge tits in her hands, but somehow she didn't want to stand out too much, hated being the center of attention. Although she knew how beautiful she was, she looked more like the grandma from the past, even if she had her hair dyed, her perm was nothing that would have suited a modern woman. She mostly wore plain-colored knitwear as tops and skirts to hide her extreme plumpness.
Of course, this concealment only worked as long as a person hadn't thought about what might be hidden under this textile barricade. And there were some people who secretly would have liked to take a look at Petra. Petra was by no means a prude, but the guys she met in normal life were simply too old for her, she wanted something fresh, young about a man, but also didn't make much effort to get to know such a guy.
Chance would have to couple the two together here, and the second part of this unusual rendezvous was Fridolin, a high school student.
Fridolin had just moved house, his parents had split up, and so he had to take the bus to school. One afternoon, Petra happened to be on the bus and Fridolin got the last seat across from her. They hadn't talked much, but Fridolin had sensed something inside himself, had sensed that this fat old woman spoke to him sexually more than anything he had previously felt in women. His thoughts went crazy as he imagined this woman undressing in front of him, how slowly peeled off the leaves to present her fat body to him, the boy with the blond hair.
On this trip, Petra had also taken a liking to this young man, who smiled at her and whose step could not completely hide his excitement from her. When he got off the bus after a good 30 minutes, Petra knew that she hadn't been on the bus with him for the last time.
The very next day, she took the morning bus that she assumed would be on that bus. She estimated the guy at 19 years old, he was slim, not very tall, for her he was a perfect fit with his estimated 60, 70 kilos, with her extreme overweight. Today she had dared something, her top showed her breasts better, her fat belly was also more visible. Fridolin got on at the designated bus stop, and of course he sat down opposite her, even if the bus was otherwise empty.
Petra greeted him warmly, and Fridolin was also pleased to meet her there. Petra asked: "Do you like to drive backwards? You can also sit down next to me, that should be fine, albeit a bit." She smiled, her fat ass took up a lot more space than a normal person would need, but Fridolin gladly accepted this offer, sat down next to her, their bodies touching, his arm pressing against her fat, billowy upper arms while her fatter one Belly and ass made acquaintance with his legs.
They were soon talking about their lives, and Petra put her left arm around him while he brought his hand to rest on her fat belly, squeezed between the wall of the bus and the excess of her soft body. His cock bulged out his tight jeans, couldn't hide his excitement from her friendly look, while his underpants would be moistened more and more with his lust outflows. But Petra couldn't help but let her excitement run free, she leaked, was damp like anything else, and exudes the scent that showed men that it was time for more.
Fridolin smelled her excitement and hoped to get to know her better soon: "I'm getting out of here right away, but after school I'll be going back around 2 o'clock. I would be happy to meet you there again." She smiled at him, made him understand that she would be on the bus. When saying goodbye, they would have to briefly think about how one could dare on the bus. Both couldn't wait to go back in a couple of hours, both hoping they could enjoy more than one bus ride.
Of course they met after his
At the end of school both of them on the bus together. Fridolin had told his mother that he wouldn't come home today because he wanted to gamble with a friend, so he was open to anything. He asked: "I'm not getting off at home today, would like to accompany you a little further. Do you have anything against that?" Of course she informed him that he would love to come to her house with her, and this made his head cinema start again when he thought of deflating this extremely fat woman, being allowed to look at her soft breasts, her stomach.
The two still lead a long way, then a change to another bus, Petra had already covered quite a distance in the morning to meet this boy again and again on the bus.
Even when changing to the other bus, Fridolin saw Petra struggling with her weight, her body moving slowly, her legs rubbing against each other as she waddled rather than walked. That could have made him thoughtful, but Fridolin couldn't take his eyes off her, so much this turned him on. He wanted to enjoy her in her complete obesity, every ounce of her body should be enjoyed by him with all of his senses.
Finally they could get off the bus, and Fridolin took her hand now, allowing this woman, who is more than 40 years older, to lead him to an experience that he would never forget.
In the house she went up the stairs in front of him, to the third floor, and he could see her fat, bare legs, how the pads of fat rub against each other, shiny from the sweat that this exertion required.
When they finally arrived at the apartment they didn't let anything burn, sat down next to each other on the large sofa to talk to each other. They looked each other in the eye, their mouths approached, only to merge with one another, to the tender play of tongues, while their hands touched the other body, caressed.
Fridolin's hand went under her top and he slowly pushed it up, baring her fat belly, and Petra supported his doing with her hand, was keen to finally be able to present her beloved body to him. Together they pulled this shirt over their head to focus on the brassiere, which was only a short time later away. Fridolin was amazed when he saw her huge milk udders, and his nose took in her feminine scent with relish, exuded by her hairy armpits.
Petra pulled his shirt over his head now, and they embraced with bare chests, kissed long and hard. Fridolin now wanted to explore her bare upper body, put himself in a different position, which allowed his face, nose and mouth to experience her huge breasts visually, smell and taste. He had previously noticed that corpulent girls turned him on a lot more than thin hunger pegs, but he had never thought of a woman like Petra, thought that a woman like that turned him on like nothing else. Also her arms, which were huge, her face with a double chin, it was all incredibly sexy. His mouth slid over her breasts, while his nose was sweaty armpit sweat, which he had now chosen as the next target of his tongue. His face approached the left area of the divine smell, and Petra was happy to let him be, raised her arm to reveal her armpits. The smell made him mad, his eyes say that armpit hair that wore shiny droplets of her sweat.
His mouth opened her armpit and the damp hair to receive, his tongue licked this Petra-tasting area, and Fridolin was in heaven, knew exactly that he wanted to taste and smell more of Petra. He now began to continue his licking work down her breasts, his hands caressing that mountain of fat that lay in front of him through the tits and stomach. Slowly he began to lift their huge udders to lick, smell and taste there too. Her skirt was now slowly down, and Petra quickly took it off, was keen that Fridolin could explore her further there. After all, only her underpants were a textile border between Fridolin's face and her pussy, and although Fridolin was keen to see her as only a few men had seen her, he was also fascinated by the smell that this huge one had Piece of fabric that signaled to him through this smell that Petra was hot like anything else, but that she had also released other body fluids into these pants since this morning, and this scented cocktail made him wild, made him move his face between her legs, to to feel the dampness of those soiled underwear there.
Petra wanted to feel him there at last, and her legs and arms let these huge pants slide quickly to the floor. She now sat down on the floor, spread her legs as wide as possible
it was even possible with her fat thighs, and Fridolin's face pressed itself into this gap between her thighs, licking this most intimate place, enjoying the taste of her excitement, the smell of her last little business. He took her fat labia in his mouth, sucked them in, licked her clitoris with his tongue, which aroused her more and more, an excitement that she gave a valve through loud moans. Fridolin was of course completely naked by now, his youthful body, the thin arms of a rather untrained young man were an incredible contrast to this mountain of fat, which was the woman who could have been his grandma.
Petra came now, felt an orgasm that made her tremble like seldom before, and Fridolin continued to lick until Petra gently pushed him aside when she couldn't go on, needed a break. She had now put the discharge of her excitement into his mouth, the good Fridolin could no longer be dissuaded from further excursions to her waiting erogenous zones. And for him, these erogenous zones were not what one might expect in a young man, he had always felt an affinity for the anus of women, and now it was the anus of a woman 40 years older that made him mad, could lead him to take actions he would never have considered beforehand. But also her huge fat ass, her fat legs, they let him get into a state that pushed all reason aside through lust.
He now asked Petra to step in front of him, on all fours, her bare ass pointing in his direction. And now he lay on his back and pushed his head to where her ass was waiting in its corpulent splendor, with his hands he took this product of uninhibited feasting, wordlessly gave to understand that Petra could now sit on him. And Petra now knew that there could be a second orgasm, didn’t let any time pass by fulfilling Fridolin's wish for the weight of her fat ass.
She slowly sat down on his expectant face, in which there was a gaping hole because Fridolin had opened his mouth wide to catch everything that could be snacks there. Petra didn't want to put all her weight on the boy too quickly, wasn't sure if he could even handle it. But Fridolin was sure he wanted her with full force, wanted to be pressed to the ground by her, to be trapped in her rear sight.
For some time now, the boy had already had the smell that such a fat ass had to offer the connoisseur, the smell of her sweat that had been preserved for him for a long time between the huge buttocks, the smell of her asshole, a place that also sweat and, Fridolin hoped, would also carry other smells and flavors that Petra had only poorly removed after her big dealings.
Finally Petra had overcome herself and sat down on this youthful face, and his nose and mouth received their now rather stinking splendor, he sniffed hard to be able to enjoy this stench, which for him became the smell of absolute horniness, in full concentration . He moved his face now, let his nose, his mouth slide through this ravine of feminine unsanitary conditions created for him, while his tongue licked to eat every ounce of the substances that Petra had produced for him during the day. His lungs were full of oxygen, because he couldn't breathe, he could only breathe by pressing her ass to the side with his hands, but quickly sinking back into this crack of unwashedness every time, further the taste enjoying her concentrated femininity.
Her still dripping wet cunt got enough of his licking work, made his fat face mask more seasoning, but he hoped for more. With both hands he squeezed her stomach, where he suspected access to her bladder, hoping that after all this bus ride, without her relieving herself, it would be full. His hopes were based on facts that could not be dismissed, and of course Petra knew exactly why she had not used the toilet for so long. She was about to feel another orgasm that would surpass the first by far, through his licking work on her sensitive asshole and her cunt, through the feeling of the overcrowded bladder that literally screamed for discharge, through the thought of his face too turning her concentrated piss into the toilet she'd always wanted.
Petra now pressed to relieve her bladder of this pressure, pressed to give this orgasm the kick of the warm broth that would play around her pussy, her asshole and Fridolin's face with its bitter yellow liquid
would sully. At first a slow trickle began to escape her throbbing pussy, which the boy could easily drink, but then she started and she felt the warm liquid leaving its mark on her ass and legs.
She came, orgasm flooding her while her piss was still flowing, now in spurts that directed the almost painful contractions of her abdomen. She broke away from Fridolin, who was now able to breathe normally again, his face and upper body wet with her piss, stinking of her leftovers, in which he had been puddling his face the whole time. The two embraced and an eternally longer French kiss followed, she smelled and tasted what Fridolin had brought back for her of her feminine smells and tastes, her face was tainted and she loved it. Now she turned to the part of Fridolin's body that had received little attention so far, his tail. Fridolin wasn't the giant in terms of his physique, rather slight, but you couldn't say that about his tail at all. He stood and showed that the boy still had something to give, stiff and attractive for Petra, who now wanted to take care of it. Fridolin was lying on his back and Petra was lying next to him, nodding her head towards this love beating. Her mouth was open to allow this glans and shaft to go as deep as possible into the throat. Fridolin was meanwhile busy exploring her fat belly with his mouth, he licked this huge display of Petra's penchant for extensive feasting, bad the salt that her sweat had also left here, caressed her stomach and breasts.
Petra now had his cock in her mouth, ran her lips up and down on him, while her tongue gently caressed the glans. For Florian this was a completely unknown way of getting sexually aroused, and he loved the way his arousal increased very slowly, the orgasm built in waves, through Petra's licking movements and her attempts to swallow his cock. But also his treat on her fat belly contributed to his excitement, which increased steadily. He would be licked for minutes, and his cock was already pumping quite a few drops of pleasure onto his glans, which Petra consumed with relish. At last this excitement began to turn into an ejaculation, he noticed how the last week no longer ended, but reached a height that he could no longer hold back. His cock discharged everything that was pent up in his testicles and prostate, not with pressure, but in a gush with a lot of his sperm, which discharged into her throat that was far larger than he had ever felt. Petra enjoyed this protein cocktail that poured into her mouth, swallowed this white sauce that ran out of her, sperm, a taste she had missed for a long time. She liked this boy, she wanted more from him.
She might well weigh around 120 kilos, and that was not without risk at her age of over 60, even if the doctors confirmed that she was healthy. She drove through the area by bus every day, trying not to attract attention with her simple clothes that were appropriate for her age. She liked her body very much, loved to knead her fat belly, look at her ass in the mirror, cradle her huge tits in her hands, but somehow she didn't want to stand out too much, hated being the center of attention. Although she knew how beautiful she was, she looked more like the grandma from the past, even if she had her hair dyed, her perm was nothing that would have suited a modern woman. She mostly wore plain-colored knitwear as tops and skirts to hide her extreme plumpness.
Of course, this concealment only worked as long as a person hadn't thought about what might be hidden under this textile barricade. And there were some people who secretly would have liked to take a look at Petra. Petra was by no means a prude, but the guys she met in normal life were simply too old for her, she wanted something fresh, young about a man, but also didn't make much effort to get to know such a guy.
Chance would have to couple the two together here, and the second part of this unusual rendezvous was Fridolin, a high school student.
Fridolin had just moved house, his parents had split up, and so he had to take the bus to school. One afternoon, Petra happened to be on the bus and Fridolin got the last seat across from her. They hadn't talked much, but Fridolin had sensed something inside himself, had sensed that this fat old woman spoke to him sexually more than anything he had previously felt in women. His thoughts went crazy as he imagined this woman undressing in front of him, how slowly peeled off the leaves to present her fat body to him, the boy with the blond hair.
On this trip, Petra had also taken a liking to this young man, who smiled at her and whose step could not completely hide his excitement from her. When he got off the bus after a good 30 minutes, Petra knew that she hadn't been on the bus with him for the last time.
The very next day, she took the morning bus that she assumed would be on that bus. She estimated the guy at 19 years old, he was slim, not very tall, for her he was a perfect fit with his estimated 60, 70 kilos, with her extreme overweight. Today she had dared something, her top showed her breasts better, her fat belly was also more visible. Fridolin got on at the designated bus stop, and of course he sat down opposite her, even if the bus was otherwise empty.
Petra greeted him warmly, and Fridolin was also pleased to meet her there. Petra asked: "Do you like to drive backwards? You can also sit down next to me, that should be fine, albeit a bit." She smiled, her fat ass took up a lot more space than a normal person would need, but Fridolin gladly accepted this offer, sat down next to her, their bodies touching, his arm pressing against her fat, billowy upper arms while her fatter one Belly and ass made acquaintance with his legs.
They were soon talking about their lives, and Petra put her left arm around him while he brought his hand to rest on her fat belly, squeezed between the wall of the bus and the excess of her soft body. His cock bulged out his tight jeans, couldn't hide his excitement from her friendly look, while his underpants would be moistened more and more with his lust outflows. But Petra couldn't help but let her excitement run free, she leaked, was damp like anything else, and exudes the scent that showed men that it was time for more.
Fridolin smelled her excitement and hoped to get to know her better soon: "I'm getting out of here right away, but after school I'll be going back around 2 o'clock. I would be happy to meet you there again." She smiled at him, made him understand that she would be on the bus. When saying goodbye, they would have to briefly think about how one could dare on the bus. Both couldn't wait to go back in a couple of hours, both hoping they could enjoy more than one bus ride.
Of course they met after his
At the end of school both of them on the bus together. Fridolin had told his mother that he wouldn't come home today because he wanted to gamble with a friend, so he was open to anything. He asked: "I'm not getting off at home today, would like to accompany you a little further. Do you have anything against that?" Of course she informed him that he would love to come to her house with her, and this made his head cinema start again when he thought of deflating this extremely fat woman, being allowed to look at her soft breasts, her stomach.
The two still lead a long way, then a change to another bus, Petra had already covered quite a distance in the morning to meet this boy again and again on the bus.
Even when changing to the other bus, Fridolin saw Petra struggling with her weight, her body moving slowly, her legs rubbing against each other as she waddled rather than walked. That could have made him thoughtful, but Fridolin couldn't take his eyes off her, so much this turned him on. He wanted to enjoy her in her complete obesity, every ounce of her body should be enjoyed by him with all of his senses.
Finally they could get off the bus, and Fridolin took her hand now, allowing this woman, who is more than 40 years older, to lead him to an experience that he would never forget.
In the house she went up the stairs in front of him, to the third floor, and he could see her fat, bare legs, how the pads of fat rub against each other, shiny from the sweat that this exertion required.
When they finally arrived at the apartment they didn't let anything burn, sat down next to each other on the large sofa to talk to each other. They looked each other in the eye, their mouths approached, only to merge with one another, to the tender play of tongues, while their hands touched the other body, caressed.
Fridolin's hand went under her top and he slowly pushed it up, baring her fat belly, and Petra supported his doing with her hand, was keen to finally be able to present her beloved body to him. Together they pulled this shirt over their head to focus on the brassiere, which was only a short time later away. Fridolin was amazed when he saw her huge milk udders, and his nose took in her feminine scent with relish, exuded by her hairy armpits.
Petra pulled his shirt over his head now, and they embraced with bare chests, kissed long and hard. Fridolin now wanted to explore her bare upper body, put himself in a different position, which allowed his face, nose and mouth to experience her huge breasts visually, smell and taste. He had previously noticed that corpulent girls turned him on a lot more than thin hunger pegs, but he had never thought of a woman like Petra, thought that a woman like that turned him on like nothing else. Also her arms, which were huge, her face with a double chin, it was all incredibly sexy. His mouth slid over her breasts, while his nose was sweaty armpit sweat, which he had now chosen as the next target of his tongue. His face approached the left area of the divine smell, and Petra was happy to let him be, raised her arm to reveal her armpits. The smell made him mad, his eyes say that armpit hair that wore shiny droplets of her sweat.
His mouth opened her armpit and the damp hair to receive, his tongue licked this Petra-tasting area, and Fridolin was in heaven, knew exactly that he wanted to taste and smell more of Petra. He now began to continue his licking work down her breasts, his hands caressing that mountain of fat that lay in front of him through the tits and stomach. Slowly he began to lift their huge udders to lick, smell and taste there too. Her skirt was now slowly down, and Petra quickly took it off, was keen that Fridolin could explore her further there. After all, only her underpants were a textile border between Fridolin's face and her pussy, and although Fridolin was keen to see her as only a few men had seen her, he was also fascinated by the smell that this huge one had Piece of fabric that signaled to him through this smell that Petra was hot like anything else, but that she had also released other body fluids into these pants since this morning, and this scented cocktail made him wild, made him move his face between her legs, to to feel the dampness of those soiled underwear there.
Petra wanted to feel him there at last, and her legs and arms let these huge pants slide quickly to the floor. She now sat down on the floor, spread her legs as wide as possible
it was even possible with her fat thighs, and Fridolin's face pressed itself into this gap between her thighs, licking this most intimate place, enjoying the taste of her excitement, the smell of her last little business. He took her fat labia in his mouth, sucked them in, licked her clitoris with his tongue, which aroused her more and more, an excitement that she gave a valve through loud moans. Fridolin was of course completely naked by now, his youthful body, the thin arms of a rather untrained young man were an incredible contrast to this mountain of fat, which was the woman who could have been his grandma.
Petra came now, felt an orgasm that made her tremble like seldom before, and Fridolin continued to lick until Petra gently pushed him aside when she couldn't go on, needed a break. She had now put the discharge of her excitement into his mouth, the good Fridolin could no longer be dissuaded from further excursions to her waiting erogenous zones. And for him, these erogenous zones were not what one might expect in a young man, he had always felt an affinity for the anus of women, and now it was the anus of a woman 40 years older that made him mad, could lead him to take actions he would never have considered beforehand. But also her huge fat ass, her fat legs, they let him get into a state that pushed all reason aside through lust.
He now asked Petra to step in front of him, on all fours, her bare ass pointing in his direction. And now he lay on his back and pushed his head to where her ass was waiting in its corpulent splendor, with his hands he took this product of uninhibited feasting, wordlessly gave to understand that Petra could now sit on him. And Petra now knew that there could be a second orgasm, didn’t let any time pass by fulfilling Fridolin's wish for the weight of her fat ass.
She slowly sat down on his expectant face, in which there was a gaping hole because Fridolin had opened his mouth wide to catch everything that could be snacks there. Petra didn't want to put all her weight on the boy too quickly, wasn't sure if he could even handle it. But Fridolin was sure he wanted her with full force, wanted to be pressed to the ground by her, to be trapped in her rear sight.
For some time now, the boy had already had the smell that such a fat ass had to offer the connoisseur, the smell of her sweat that had been preserved for him for a long time between the huge buttocks, the smell of her asshole, a place that also sweat and, Fridolin hoped, would also carry other smells and flavors that Petra had only poorly removed after her big dealings.
Finally Petra had overcome herself and sat down on this youthful face, and his nose and mouth received their now rather stinking splendor, he sniffed hard to be able to enjoy this stench, which for him became the smell of absolute horniness, in full concentration . He moved his face now, let his nose, his mouth slide through this ravine of feminine unsanitary conditions created for him, while his tongue licked to eat every ounce of the substances that Petra had produced for him during the day. His lungs were full of oxygen, because he couldn't breathe, he could only breathe by pressing her ass to the side with his hands, but quickly sinking back into this crack of unwashedness every time, further the taste enjoying her concentrated femininity.
Her still dripping wet cunt got enough of his licking work, made his fat face mask more seasoning, but he hoped for more. With both hands he squeezed her stomach, where he suspected access to her bladder, hoping that after all this bus ride, without her relieving herself, it would be full. His hopes were based on facts that could not be dismissed, and of course Petra knew exactly why she had not used the toilet for so long. She was about to feel another orgasm that would surpass the first by far, through his licking work on her sensitive asshole and her cunt, through the feeling of the overcrowded bladder that literally screamed for discharge, through the thought of his face too turning her concentrated piss into the toilet she'd always wanted.
Petra now pressed to relieve her bladder of this pressure, pressed to give this orgasm the kick of the warm broth that would play around her pussy, her asshole and Fridolin's face with its bitter yellow liquid
would sully. At first a slow trickle began to escape her throbbing pussy, which the boy could easily drink, but then she started and she felt the warm liquid leaving its mark on her ass and legs.
She came, orgasm flooding her while her piss was still flowing, now in spurts that directed the almost painful contractions of her abdomen. She broke away from Fridolin, who was now able to breathe normally again, his face and upper body wet with her piss, stinking of her leftovers, in which he had been puddling his face the whole time. The two embraced and an eternally longer French kiss followed, she smelled and tasted what Fridolin had brought back for her of her feminine smells and tastes, her face was tainted and she loved it. Now she turned to the part of Fridolin's body that had received little attention so far, his tail. Fridolin wasn't the giant in terms of his physique, rather slight, but you couldn't say that about his tail at all. He stood and showed that the boy still had something to give, stiff and attractive for Petra, who now wanted to take care of it. Fridolin was lying on his back and Petra was lying next to him, nodding her head towards this love beating. Her mouth was open to allow this glans and shaft to go as deep as possible into the throat. Fridolin was meanwhile busy exploring her fat belly with his mouth, he licked this huge display of Petra's penchant for extensive feasting, bad the salt that her sweat had also left here, caressed her stomach and breasts.
Petra now had his cock in her mouth, ran her lips up and down on him, while her tongue gently caressed the glans. For Florian this was a completely unknown way of getting sexually aroused, and he loved the way his arousal increased very slowly, the orgasm built in waves, through Petra's licking movements and her attempts to swallow his cock. But also his treat on her fat belly contributed to his excitement, which increased steadily. He would be licked for minutes, and his cock was already pumping quite a few drops of pleasure onto his glans, which Petra consumed with relish. At last this excitement began to turn into an ejaculation, he noticed how the last week no longer ended, but reached a height that he could no longer hold back. His cock discharged everything that was pent up in his testicles and prostate, not with pressure, but in a gush with a lot of his sperm, which discharged into her throat that was far larger than he had ever felt. Petra enjoyed this protein cocktail that poured into her mouth, swallowed this white sauce that ran out of her, sperm, a taste she had missed for a long time. She liked this boy, she wanted more from him.
