Archive-name: Amazon/bighips.txt

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Archive-title: Hips out to Here!





               I



   Yup! That's what someone said when I told them about

you.   They said, "It ain't the size of the ship, but the

motion of the ocean."



   "Well," I had replied, "the ocean's pretty damn BIG now

aint it!"



   So it is with you now, as I see the splendor of your

ample form silhouetted against the candlelight.  True to my

Taurean birthright, I feel the power of the Dark Horned God,

consort to the Great Mother of the Universe.  You certainly

are born in her image.



   I see you slowly remove each piece of clothing,

deliberately pulling it as tightly around you as you can,

then letting go and sending these paltry textiles hurling

from your body with the forces formerly confined within.

Your breasts rest comfortably on your defiant tummy, which

thrusts  out  in  holy  revolt  against  all stifling

restrictions.  No one controls you, and that scares many.

But it doesn't scare me, as I sit there undressed, watching

your giant silhouette; for I know the ultimate love lies

within your spirit, unfettered by narrow minds.



   Your hips span from here to eternity, and they dance in

the darkness as you slowly saunter toward me, singing a song

of joy and freedom, making a barely audible pulsing baseline

of their own in the charged silence.  Your whole body is one

great standing wave, a fundamental vibration that sets my

heart atremble and my body shivering like a frail leaf.  My

mouth waters at all the tender flesh; it waves to me,

beckoning me to prepare for the quintessential meal.  I can

feel my canines growing in length by the minute, and my ears

grow upwards, and my moustache flair out into the most

delicate whiskers.  I am quivering ever more now, purring

like a kitten, as you walk.



               II





   Just to tempt me, you stop, then turn, and make for the

kitchen.  I rise and follow, to see what you have in store

for both our sweet tooths.  You produce the most exquisitely

rich and heavy chocolate and caramel pie in the history of

the universe, just as I strike from behind, sending my bony

arms around you, temporarily confining your freedom-loving

softness as it gushes out over and under my limbs, my front

pressed deeply into your pudding-like ass, my tool ready to

mine the shimmering gelatinous gold beneath your skin.  You

turn about in my arms, and my body has no choice but to bend

in a deep curve around your right hip, my hands just barely

clasped around your perfectly-sized middle, and then feel my

whole front blessed by the revolutionary belly.  A huge slab

of the pie is on a dish you hold with one hand as -

releasing the sterling fork with which you had given

yourself a bite of your own secret recipe - you expertly use

the other to find those secret places in between my

unbuffered ribs and the ounce of sensitive softness over my

steel-hard hips, humming a low melody of pleasure all the

while.



   I shudder with delight, as I take up one of my elfin

hands, so built for precision, and with the sterling fork

indulge myself in the mass of chocolate and caramel.  And as

you take your turn pressing your chubby fingers where you

know they will make their mark, you sensuously roll the

sweet dessert in your mouth.  How is it that you can look so

sexy when you're eating? Watching you enjoy the heavy

richness makes me ever more aroused.....



              III





   As the evening snack is finished between us, we walk

holding hands back out into the living room, where on a huge

couch before a roaring fire we explore each other.



   As we raise each other up level by level, you get an

idea in your head, which you voice enthusiastically.  You

tell me that we must make love in the bathtub.  I like the

idea, but I suddenly remember how little my bathtub is, and

the limits on the distance the door slides.  I tell you of

this, that it might be hard for you to fit.  You smile, take

my hands in yours, and say, "You're an engineer, I'm sure

you'll find a way."



   So hand in hand, we trek to the shower room.  I slide

the transparent shield just as far as it will go, and stand

by.  You slowly, sensuously but daintily place one foot on

the marble surface, and begin to wriggle in.  Wondering

whether I can keep control of my member long enough, I watch

my hands spring into action, applying pressure first here,

then there, as you work on into the shower.  The steel frame

creaks and your body growls in reply as your voice is marked

by long, sultry groans and your hands press on the window

from the inside.  Your flank presses flat against the rear

pane, and you begin to turn your yardstick hips to follow

the path, as my hands still work to provide the extra help

where it is needed.  And the defiant tummy warps in an ever

deepening curve as it encounters the frame.  And I press my

body further into yours, warping your flesh still further

and edging it little by little around the hard metal .

Finally it is done.  You are inside, faced sidelong as your

great hips' width ranges down the axis of the closed space.

And I step in, and wriggle into the small space between your

deeply curved ass - still a little red from the pressure -

and the wall.



   You turn just as much as you can, one hip impinging on

the long glass side pane, the other against the smooth tiles

of the wall, torquing your supple thighs against the

resistance, pressuring your right hip back, back, back, tile

by tile, until you manage an angle of about 30 degrees off-

axis.  Then you relax the tension in your lungs, and raise

your left leg onto the rim below the long side pane, evoking

yet another friction-shriek from the glass.  Those sounds

drive me wild, and combined with your very nearness, they

set my usually small-size erection straining painfully out

to touch you.  Just a few inches separate us.



   I reach around from behind, again closing my arms with

such sweet effort about your round waist and clasping them

tight to sink into your silk-tender belly.  Slowly, you move

backwards, until my own ass is pressed flat against the rear

pane, and your own flows around my front.  You slowly begin

to bend forward.  My fingers remain interwoven over your

tummy despite the new stress fighting back against them, and

your ass warps ever more around my slender frame.  Reaching

back with your left hand, you take hold of my member, the

longest it's ever been, and test it for its readiness.  I

arch my pelvis in response, push you just enough forward for

a moment, and thrust home.



   Or at least I try to.  But I quickly discover that you

are still not quite close enough to sink my entire length.

So you begin to torque your thunderous thighs again, and I

reach both hands over the flare of your beleaguered right

hip, and begin to crush it even further, tugging it ever

farther back across the tiles.  You growl fiercely as you

send repeatedly thrust your hip back, and the rolling fat

rhythmically squashes and relaxes.



   "Al....most.....there....", I grunt as I  continue

tugging, and trying to aim the member now lost to all

earthly sight just below your deforming hemisphere, and

thinking, "shit, that shower door's made good, it hasn't

even derailed!" And you moan back, "I'm TRYING....!" Then,

switching my grip to take the fronts of your thighs, I pull

you back farther, millimeter-by-millimeter.  Then, sensing

your now copiously seeping tidepool right above my cock, I

lower my body, aim straight up, and finally the connection

is made as you ravenously take me in.



   As you continue pressing me into the wall with the

quick hard thrusts of your right leg, the stormy waves of

your ocean crashing against the rocky cliffs of my own

spritely skeleton, we both sing ever louder, ever higher.  I

move along with you, playing with my fire, keeping a tight

hold  on  my  machinery,  until  your body gives the

unmistakeable signal.  You take in a deep breath, so deep

your vast body momentarily gets even fatter, and then like a

vice from hell you clamp down on me.  For a shining moment,

all logic leaves my mind, my body loses all strength, and I

drop my hold and feel my own flesh melt into yours, feeling

the exquisite pain and pleasure of the fundamental pulsation

that now has total control of both of us.  Your waves strike

with a crack against my skin, and the feeling goes on for

minutes as I feel every ounce of fluid leave my body at

hypersonic speeds.



   Finally, it is over.  I stand there, my legs too weak to

hold me, yet held firmly in place by your stalwart rear.  We

stay like this for a long while, as I run my hands over as

much of you as I can reach.



   Reversing your power, and with a mighty shove from

myself, you free your hips of the vice grip into which they

had been worked.  You wriggle forward, and turn on the

shower.   The hot water feels good, and on hands and feet I

squeeze around your calves and rise up to face you.  You

smile as we warmly embrace.



   The shower done, I proceed, this time from the inside,

to assist you in escaping the grip of the shower frame.  By

the time that is done, I am ready for more, and you are

happy to oblige.  We both saunter off to the bedroom, where I

lie on my back and feel your ponderous mass bear down on me.

You bend toward me, playing your tummy and breasts out

across me, and we kiss, and we again fill the pitch black

night with shrieks of delight.



   Finally, it is time to rest.  You roll over onto your

back, a heavenly smile on your pretty face, and your hair in

a wild rush across your eyes.  And I rest my head on the

defiant tummy, and sink into a peaceful, happy sleep.



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