Penny looked away from him. She had always been ashamed to look at herself. She was always fat. That was a fact. Eric wanted her to tell him she loved her body, but was not sure how to show it. Maybe, if Eric loved it, there was something to like. An idea popped into her mind and she looked up at him. "Eric, I love that you love my body. I love that I grew huge breasts so you could play with them. My thighs are thick and my butt his huge...and I can't help but jiggle when I walk. Eric, if you enter me...you will see how much my belly shakes when I move, I can't stop it...and I don't want to," she admitted honestly. Eric wasted no time plunging into the overweight girl's warm depths. "Oh God!" she shouted, the huge cock spreading her wide. Eric's elation could not be measured as he finally felt the inside of a fat girl. Her walls hugged him tightly and she was more than lubricated to accept him. Eric started to pump his giant dick into Penny's indian pussy. "Penny, I can't believe I'm here, I'm finally fucking a big girl. It feels fantastic," he smiled, pleasure shooting up and down his penis. "Your dick is really big Eric," she struggled to say, his cock pushing in and out of her. Penny's body began to move like gel. Her belly pouch was bouncing in rhythm with her big breasts, and her thighs rippled every time Eric pounded into her. She had never felt such pleasure, and she had never imagined fitting all of Eric's foot-long cock inside her. "I don't even know how those skinny girls could take this," Penny said through clenched teeth, overwhelmed by the huge member. Eric increased his thrusting as he became more saturated with bliss. His fantasy finally came to fruition. Completely enveloped by the perfection of Penny's cunt, he could not hold back his needs any longer. He shouted his demands. "Can I call you fat? Please? Can I call you my fat slut?" he begged. Penny wanted nothing more than to please the man who was so wonderfully pounding her. "Yes! I'm your fat slut. Call me fat whenever you can," she allowed as the huge dick pumped inside her desi papa. "Penny, you are so fucking fat! I love fat girls! I will never fuck a skinny bitch ever again!" he promised, pummeling her snatch. As Penny's extra skin pleasingly bounced around like jello, she thought of a way to give Eric what he wanted. "Would you...would you fuck my fat friends? They could never get a dick like this," she asked, hoping to intrigue Eric. "Of course! Of course I will fuck your fat friends!" Eric promised, grabbing her tits and kneading roughly. "I'll gain all the weight you want. I will get as big as you please. I will love being fat for you," the girl stated in bliss. Penny reached over to the purse up against the wall and reached inside. Eric was confused for a moment, but was too involved with pounding Penny's tight cunt to care. After a moment of searching, Penny's hand emerged from the bag with a wrapper. Eric's mind exploded when he saw what it was. Eric continued to fuck Penny vigorously as she peeled the wrapper off the Twinkie. She tossed the plastic aside and teased the yellow sponge with her tongue. Eric grew concrete inside of her. "This is the nastiest thing I have ever seen!" he shouted, elated that Penny embraced her weight condition. Penny slowly pushed the Twinkie into her mouth, cream spilling from the sides. She swallowed the treat slowly. "Mmmm," she purred, "that's my fourth one today." As Penny completed licking the sweet cream off her lips, a loud thud sounded from the other end of the bathroom. Stacey Owens had dropped her bag and was staring at the two lovers in shocked awe. She was speechless at the sight of her former lover degrading himself by fucking such a cow. "No! Stacey! Don't tell anyone!" Penny pleaded, while still in the throes of passion. "No! Tell fucking everyone Stacey! Tell everyone I love fucking fat girls!" Eric retorted, pointing for Stacey to leave with the message. The skinny blonde shrieked and ran from the room. Penny wrapped her legs around Eric and placed her hands on his hips. She had never been so turned on in her life. Eric wanted everyone to know she was his. erika kitagawa looked up at him, her eyes filled with hope. "If you want to cum inside of me...I won't stop you," she softly said, praying it wouldn't scare him. "Are you on birth control?" Eric managed, his thrusting becoming more violent. Penny gave him a cautious look, and shook her head. "I'm not on birth control," she responded. "You could get pregnant, you know that right?" he asked, unsure of her intent. Penny gave him a thoughtful look, and nodded. "Are you sure?" he questioned. "Anything that will make me a fatter slut. I want to parade my pregnant belly in front of Stacey. I want to mother your child," yuria satomi said, knowing how to convince Eric. Eric could not hide his delight as his balls tightened. His muscles tensed and he prepared for climax. "I'M FUCKING CUMMING INSIDE YOU!" he bellowed. Eric exploded inside of Penny, flooding her womb with his spunk. Waves of hot and thick jizz coated Penny's insides, ensuring the two lovers conceived. "I'm knocking you up! Get fat! Get fat for me!" Eric yelled, lost in his euphoria. Penny's orgasm hit her like a train when she felt the semen spurt into her. She wrapped her thick legs around Eric and imprisoned every last drop of his seed inside of her. akari asagiri did not notice she was shouting in delight until she had climbed down from her amazing bliss. Eric fell onto her cushiony body. There was no time for the teenagers to rest before the end of class bell rang. The sound of classroom doors opening echoed down the hallways, and shuffling feet headed towards the bathroom. "I want everyone to know I love fat girls," he exhaled. Penny felt confident with herself for the first time ever. She looked up into the eyes of her big-dicked man and spoke. "Then fuck me again," she dared. I have always seen myself as a confident, intelligent and modern girl, growing up in punjabi porn I lead a very privileged existence and my family have only ever encouraged my life goals. Moving to America was a big step, but I believed I could do some good here, both for me and my family. Pakistan is maligned and vilified in America, we are all bearded, Taliban, Burqa-clad and violent people in the eyes of many Americans. But many Americans have trouble locating us on a map and yet the stereotypes exist-but there is also another America-one which is open to the world and very accepting. Whilst its' true that many Americans have negative views on us, many are also willing to have their preconceived notions challenged and I'm such a girl who challenges. But first a little bit about me. My name is Hana Malik, I'm 28 years old and by profession I am a writer, poet, political and social activist, filmmaker and model. I was born in Lahore and I came to America when I was 21. I came to America to study for a Master's degree in Cognitive and Neuroscience at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). I came with such enthusiasm for America and thirst for knowledge; I had been to the U.S. once before, when I was 16. I was participating in the Seeds of Peace program and spent a couple of weeks here. Before I moved to America, I lived in England and spent three-years studying Biology and Microbiology at the University of Oxford. I was a very active member of the University, I represented them at the Model United Nations, I was a sub-editor on the student newspaper and I was President of the Oxford Union. I was the second indian porn videos woman to hold the position of President of the Union- Benazir Bhutto-did it before me. During the summer vacations, I would do a mixture of developmental work and entrepreneurial ventures throughout the world. I basically left pakistani sex when I was 18, but my liberal and a little bit crazy family supported and encouraged me. My father Bilal Malik is one of Pakistan's most respected newspaper editors and journalists. His father side of the family is an old Lahori family, and can be traced back to the 19th century to Mahmoud Malik who was a famous Sufi Murshed (teacher), Islamic mystic, poet and scholar who belonged to Chishti order. His father was Prime Minister of indian homemade porn and a liberal reformist. His mother side of the family are Ismaili who are direct descendants of Fath-Ali Shah, an old Iranian king. My mother is half Afghan and half Punjabi model and fashion designer and I inherited her good looks. I am tall 5'8" (172 cm), and I have light brown skin, dark hair and eyes, 120 ibs (54 KG), curvy, 32d bra size and a little bit of a bubble butt. I'm often compared to the Pakistani model Veena Malik, we do look a lot alike, but I'm no relation to her. My education, spirit and appearance are often a surprise to Americans, but in a good way, and it has created dialogue between me and them. My goal in life is peace and to bridge the gap that divides our two cultures. I really do love America, its culture, people and genuine human warmth and since arriving in America, I've had many American boyfriends. In my first year at MIT, I moved in with my secular-Jewish boyfriend Josh. Josh was not very religious, but he identified with Jewish culture and ethics and his father, like mine, was a liberal journalist. Josh's family accepted me and I would go their home for Passover, Hanukah and the odd Shabbat (Sabbath) dinner. I learnt a little bit of Yiddish and some Hebrew words, in-fact I probably knew more than Josh, and ultimately I learnt that Jews and Muslims are not so different after all. We have many of the same beliefs and actually have more in common with each other than either of us does with Christians. Josh was always a little bit kinky in our sex life; he loved to experiment and had a latex and footwear fetish. I started off slowly introducing some of these items into my wardrobe, leather leggings, latex mini skirt, high heels and high heel leather boots. He loved these subtle clothing and would spend hours staring at me and admiring me. I eventually went further and bought a range of latex outfits from police uniforms, nun outfits, nurse uniforms and French maid outfits. I also had a range of handcuffs and restraints, which he also loved and would beg me to use. Once he bought me a gift, a 9 inch pink dildo, my very first dildo and it was the start of a very beautiful friendship. I noticed that with Josh my sexual boundaries were changing and that I had wild fantasies I wanted to fulfill. Josh always thought I should be a model and so I went into fetish modeling. I would do shoots dressed in police uniforms and restraining some big strong guy. Motor bike girl shoots, solider shoots and many other scenarios. I have also done the odd topless shoot with my boobs covered up, but nothing where my private parts are on display. Fetish modeling was great it enabled me to pay for school and blow of stream after spending my days studying neuron connections and the brain's placidness. Josh wasn't too demanding either and in-between all of this; I managed to get a collection of my poetry published in an edited volume on gender, Diaspora and colored women's poetry. However, my modeling was getting me a lot of attention from different guys and being in a monogamous relationship was not easy to maintain, I've always been a very sexual person. The straw that nearly broke the donkey's back came when Josh and I were going through a rough patch. I started accepting work in Music videos and appeared in a number of Hip-Hop and R & B videos. One particular video shoot, I cheated on Josh, but I had little choice but to comply. I was under a lot of stress, I had published an article about Pakistani-American foreign relations and had set-up a symposium on the subjects with major think-tanks. But I had little money and so I accepted work on this one particular video. James was supposed to meet a friend for a late dinner at "Meat," the best steak restaurant in town. Then just as James arrived, he received a text informing him something had come up, and his friend wouldn't be able to make it. He had already walked in, and since he hadn't yet eaten, he decided to stay and eat by himself. James is six feet tall with an athletic body, blue eyes, wide shoulders, a firm butt, and short blonde hair. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. The best steak house doesn't have to be the most expensive and in this case it wasn't. His casual clothes were just fine for "Meat." His waitress came to the table shortly after he sat down and said with a high pitched strong Asian porn accent, "My name is Chu would you like something to drink." James looked up to find himself starring at a petite Asian Goddess. Her straight, jet black hair was parted on the right side. It was long enough for the hair that hung down in front over her shoulder, to just get down to her small breasts. yukina mori was only about five feet five inches tall, had dark eyes, a tiny nose, high cheek bones, a thin lean body, fair skin, and a big smile. She was wearing the wait staff's uniform of a red blouse and black pants. Chu wore the pants extremely tight, showing off her hard body. James had travelled extensively around the world. Especially around Southeast Asia. He always thought rough asian porn women were probably the most beautiful women in the world. They are always so feminine. Physically Asian features are naturally effeminate. But in addition, for the most part, public asian sex women do everything they can with their makeup, clothes and attitude to showcase their femininity at all times. Chu was a perfect example of this. She was as alluring and delicate a woman as he had ever encountered. James suddenly realized that he was acting like the proverbial deer in headlights, and had been staring at this woman for far too long without responding to her inquiry. The grin on her face showed that nozomi hazuki had noticed him leering at her. He knew he was going to have steak. James could never understand people who went to a steak house and ordered the one obligatory chicken item on the menu. Or went to a great Italian restaurant and never ate any pasta. So with his steak he wanted a good glass of red wine. He asked if they had an Australian Shiraz. Chu said they carried a very good bottle, and he ordered the large size glass of it. As she walked away to get him his wine, he noticed that she had a firm little bum. The kind women go to the gym and spend hours on the stair climber and in spin classes trying to achieve. Looking at her lithe body he was pretty sure this was just natural for her. His gaze followed her, and her cute little ass, until she disappeared into the kitchen. James was definitely an ass man. Others could have all the big tits they wanted as far as he was concerned. Tits were OK, just not his biggest turn on. Which is probably another reason he found Asian women so sexy. Let's be honest, Asian women are not known for large breasts. He would much rather stare at, fondle, and lick a beautiful ass than big boobs any day. Either a big black booty like Beyonce has, or a tiny firm butt like he had just watched walk away. Both made his cock hard. Hidden away was something about James that nobody but he knew. That in addition to being an ass man, he was also a cock man. A better description would be he was a size queen. He loved big cocks. He was sure nobody would ever find out about his attraction to cock, as he wasn't at all attracted to men - only cocks. Men's masculinity was sexually a turn off for him. Hairy chests and big muscles did nothing for him. So he figured since you can't have a cock without a man he would never act on his love of dick. When Chu came back with the wine to take James' order he asked her, "What steak dish would you recommend indian busty teens?" She replied with a big smile, "The porterhouse is the biggest one we have on the menu. Do you like big juicy cuts of meat? Are you man enough to take it?" As she said it she was standing with her feet wide apart and her hands on her hips. James noticed the smirk on her face as she said it. Although he gathered from her look and her confident almost aggressive posture that he was missing something, he had no doubt eri hosaka was also flirting with him. He said, "I will take the biggest piece of meat you can serve me. Let me have the porterhouse." This elicited a giggle from Chu as she said, "If you stay until I get off work, I just might give it to you," continuing the flirtation between them. Chu stopped by numerous times during the meal to make sure James was happy. They had an ongoing conversation all evening. By the time he finished his steak, along with two more glasses of wine; he had found out that she lived alone, she was from Thailand, and ruri narumiya had come here around a year ago. This brought back good memories for James. He informed her he had been to "The Land of Smiles" a few years back and loved it. She was from Chang Mai in the North. Which explained why her skin was so light compared to many Thai women. It is much cooler in the North and the locals tend to have a lighter complexion. James told her, "I never went there. I was in Bangkok, Pattaya, and Phuket." Chu smiled and said, "That is where most male Farangs (foreigners) go when they go to Thailand. In order to enjoy the bars. Did you meet some sexy women while you were there?" He knew she was talking about the hookers available at the bars to fuck for a very cheap price. He blushed, not needing to respond, as his face told her the answer to her query. He thought the direction this conversation had gone had just eliminated any chance of going home with her tonight. She leaned in and told him, "Don't worry chubby baby. I know what Western men do when they go to Thailand." Chu asked if he went to boystown when he was in Thailand. Boystown is the area in large Thai cities that has mostly gay bars. Where Farangs can find themselves tight small Asian men to fuck, just like the tight small Asian women in the other bars. She peeled off her fleece and T-shirt, and her bra-girded breasts swung pendulously. At this point she paused and eyed me again, almost playfully. My eyes were fixed on her tits. Then she bent down—offering an excellent cleavage view—and removed her shoes, her socks. She wiggled out of her sweat pants, and for a moment I though she'd stepped out of her panties, too—they almost vanished into all her thigh and belly fat. She glanced up again, met my gaze, and stopped. "Yeah, gross, right? I said I have a huge fucking belly. Now it's exposed. Ready to stop all this?" "My dick's still hard, Sis. Fair's fair." "Eee, yeah, I see that! Fair's fair... what's wrong with you? Other than scurvy and typhoid, I mean. If those are problems." "Oh, just Bubonic Plague. Speaking of which..." I nodded at her fat boobs. "Jesus. My brother: hard cock and bad puns. You are quite diseased. And definitely creepy. Why, why on earth do I love you? The things I'll do for family!" With that, and with a strange smile, she unclasped her giant bra—and stood before me, a voluptuous, Rubenesque, blood-related goddess, wearing only tiny panties. I tried and failed to think of anorexic girls. If I had even touched my dripping cock, I would have drenched my kid sister with cum. But Darien didn't stop. Leaning over again, her tits dragging toward the ground, she forced down her panties and kicked them off. Then she stood before me, nude, one-hundred-eighty pounds of poundable sister. Oh my God, I wanted so much to rape her. But of course I couldn't. I also couldn't not cum. "Listen," I rasped. "I am aware I'm a creep. And I'll gladly add wayward concupiscence, or acute libidinous malefaction, or whatever you like to my list of distempers. But Darien, I'm sorry, you're fucking hot and I have to beat off this second. You can turn around if you like." She didn't. Instead kamille amora whispered, "I think you actually like my bbw porn tube, Derek." I nodded. She continued. "You like fat milfs tits. You like—my big belly. You probably even like fat pussies." As suzumi wilder said this last, she squeezed her pussy lips. They were certainly fat. And shaved—except for one cute patch on top that shouted "enter me!" "Yeah, Darien, I do, I like it all; but now I'm gonna fucking cum!!" Darien didn't mind. In fact, she stepped forward, grabbed my cock, and squeezed it—while I came, in a thick white stream, all over her tummy. Then she pumped out a few more squirts, and we locked eyes. Loving, brother-sister eyes. My semen glistened on her navel fat pussy creampie and ran down her legs. "Mmmmm, all better, Bro?" she whispered. And when I nodded, beyond speech: "Good. Now get thee to the spring!" *** Luxuriating in the almost-too-hot, vaguely mineral-smelling waters, side by side, Darien and I gazed through the now-finer curtain of rain at mountain peaks and Portland's blue-white skyscrapers. A heavy mist moved in bands across our vision, now obscuring, now revealing. Beyond our little grotto, all was cool and fresh; here, chilly mountain breezes twined with soothing steam. It felt blissful to share this moment with my sister. I gazed unabashedly at her sexy body while she spoke, remembering the feeling of her plump fingers on my cock, her little smile when I came on her, the way her tits jiggled as she washed my semen off her belly. Why had she helped me? What was on her mind? Could this go any further? "Interview's on Wednesday," Darien was saying. As kacey parker talked, I imagined biting her full lips, swirling my tongue in my sister's mouth. I gazed, rapt, into her dark eyes, admired her thick black hair. One strand stuck to her forehead and tumbled down her cheek, finally resting on a gargantuan, heavy breast. Our distantly Greek features worked well for Darien. At this moment, vanessa blake resembled a disheveled Aphrodite—only softer, more exquisitely voluptuous. My dick was hard again, and I hoped she'd notice. How tight was my sister's pussy? How would it feel to fuck her, to cum in her? But all I said was: "Think you're ready?" "Yeah, I guess so. I'm prepared for the obvious questions. They're interested in inconspicuous micro-panels that can be woven into fashionable clothes, purses, things like that. Let you charge your iPhone on the way to work. Whatever. It might make money, and that could get channeled into more ambitious things—you know I'm still interested in walling whole buildings. I've got some ideas for them, possible projects. So funny. The sunlight's in Florida, but the passion's here, on the West Coast." "You'll do great," I said. "I hope you'll stay xl girls." "Well, if they really like me, they might take me on right away—so I hope you're serious! I might need to stay crashed at your place for a while till I can find my own." "You know the deal: I'll keep housing and feeding you, but you have to keep me happy. Oh, and the rent might just go up plumper pass." "Oh, might it, Der? Hm. In light of today, that doesn't seem so innocent. And I BET you'll keep feeding me: wouldn't want these enorma-tits to shrink, now would we?" "No indeed," I answered, playfully hefting one of them. Darien leaned in. Our faces were just inches apart, and steam swirled between us. "Exactly what kind of rent increase are we talking, hypothetically?" she breathed. I couldn't help it. I kissed her. Her lips tasted wonderful, and kimmie kaboom didn't freak out. But, even while I put my arms around her (or as much of her as possible!), she pulled back and confronted me. "Derek," she said. "Do you want to fuck me?" No time for hesitation. "Yes," I admitted. "Very much. Sis, you're beautiful." And she smiled! "Taken under advisement," she said. "Quite interesting. I'm a modern girl. Not superstitious. I am on the pill. And you know, Der, you're kinda pretty too. In a man way, of course! Ha. But... incest... is a new one for me. What do I think about... having sex with my own brother? Hm. What... do I... think... about..." "Maybe I can talk you into it," I coaxed. "Buy you flowers. Candlelight. Foot massages. Puppies. I'll stuff you with chocolates and finger you at once. I'll—" "Um, finger me," she said. "Yeah, start there. You can skip those other things." She jumped up onto the rim of the spring, opening her fat hairy pussy legs very near my head. "I said I was a modern girl. Anyway, Bro, you owe me a cum." "Yes ma'am! I'll pay that back with interest," I said—and, using both hands to lift her belly out of the way, I leaned in to lick her chubby pus. The moment my tongue brushed Darien's pussy lips, she softly moaned. Then she put first one, then the other thick leg over my shoulders, leaning back to give me better access. I ate my sister's cunt lustfully, but stayed focused on her pleasure: thinking of other fat pussies I'd licked and fucked, I started by sucking gently on Darien's pussy lips themselves—only now and again flicking my tongue against her clit. anastasia vanderbust responded well to this, tightening her thighs around my head. I began to hammer her clit harder with my tongue, and Darien growled: "Rrhm, yeah, keep going, Derek. Uh." I did—but, after a few minutes, when I could sense Darien's excitement peaking, I stopped and looked up, smiling devilishly. "Had enough, Sis?" "No! No, ah, fuck you, Derek; more!" "You like what your brother's doing?" "You fucker! Eeh, don't stop!" "Umm." I dove back in, nibbling her pussy lips and tongue-pounding her clit with renewed fervor. But just when I could tell brandy ryder was about to cum, I stopped again. She eyed me with wordless shock, and I said: "I'll finish you off in a second. But first—promise to fuck me!" "You're my brother!"

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