Behemoth

My name is Randy Hilliard. Married, three beautiful little girls, a gorgeous husband, almost 40 and finally getting the respect I deserve in this business. At only 5 feet 2 inches, I have kept my weight at 105 for many years. My red curls have only a small trace of gray, which I keep intact since I've earned each and every one of them.

I had just flown into the city from New York, arriving early on a Monday morning. As I sat in the back of a taxi, making some last minute changes to a presentation on my laptop computer, I was thankful for the eight hours I had been able to sleep on the plane. This was going to be a long day. After the presentation, I had to meet with the company information systems manager to bring their environment up to the presentation's standards.

The taxi pulled up before the office building near the Mark Hopkins Hotel. I was immediately ushered into a waiting conference room, introduced, greeted warmly and invited to begin the presentation. As I had expected, it went fabulously! I was proud as each person asked questions that were intelligent and to the point. When we were finished, I received rounds of congratulations and left the conference room beaming. I felt that I was Superwoman!

The company CEO took me by the hand and led me to a row of offices on the next floor down and asked a beautiful, long-legged girl to take me to the office of the Information Technology Manager. She fixed me with a huge smile and looked me up and down before leading me down the hallway.

Now, I'm no naive little girl new to San Francisco with no understanding of bisexual urges. I've had those urges on occasion and plenty of chances to do something about it but I never gave into them. And, unfortunately, I was scheduled for a red eye flight out tonight. So, another tryst possibility would probably be passing by the board.

We arrived at a door with the name Doreen Marks, Information Technology Manager. My guide smiled again. She knocked twice on the door and walked away, her eyes on me as she passed. I smiled at her and, hearing "Come on in", I opened the door and entered the office.

Suffice to say, what greeted me was shocking. Doreen Marks standing behind her desk, her arm outstretched toward me. She stood approximately 5 feet, 4 inches tall, a very round black face with a short afro and weighed in at over 400 pounds. Her chest consisted of the largest tits I had ever seen and her arms were gigantic. She wore a broad, knowing smile and as she took my hand in hers, she said with a booming voice, "Ms. Hilliard, welcome to San Francisco! I'm Doreen Marks. Nice to meet another female achiever in this fuckin' company! Have a seat."

I eased myself into a chair before her desk. I crossed my legs and leaned forward toward her desk and for the next two hours we poured over reviews of her operation and her people. As we worked, I began to like Doreen. She was intelligent, infused with a delight in her work and proud of her group's ideas. I would occasionally glance at her when she wasn't looking, her huge mass squeezed into a dress too tight for her, her bulk imposing. But, at the same time, interesting.

When we finally wrapped up our work, it was almost noon. And, we were both becoming very hungry.

"How about some lunch, Randy? I'm buying. Are you hungry?"

"Famished," I said, putting my note pad away. Doreen stood, her huge bulk blocking the window. She picked up her purse and walked around to the front of her desk to my chair and offered me a hand. I took it and stood up, but she didn't step back and I ended up pressed fully against her great tits. She moved so that my butt was against the desk and pressed against me. She smiled, her large, beautiful face and eyes glowing. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I was so shocked at the light touch of her lips, that I couldn't speak. She laughed, a loud full-bellied laugh. But, not a mocking laugh.

"You've never been with a woman before, have you? I suspected as much. And, certainly not with a black elephant. Oh, don't worry. I'm not trying to rape you. Yeah, I'm a lesbian, but I don't force myself on anyone," she said, backing away from me. "I don't have to do that. You'd be surprised how many women love the idea of being with a big woman. Come on, let's get that lunch."

Flustered, I picked up my briefcase and laptop and walked to the door.

"No, not that one. Let's take the back entrance. If we go out there, Beverly will get jealous and think we're doing something," she laughed.

"You mean that girl that brought me in here? You and her? She's a lesbian?"

"Oh, no. Not Beverly. She's just a new bisexual. We got together once and she wants to go again. But, I like to be able to talk to my girls once in a while. She has the brains of a goat, if you know what I mean. Come on, let's go," she said, taking my hand and leading me out of the office.

Doreen and I grabbed a taxi at the side entrance to the building. I climbed in first and Doreen forced her bulk in beside me. She barked an address to the driver and settled back. She was so huge, we were packed in tight in the back seat, my leg pressed against her tree trunk leg. Strangely, the contact felt warm and good. I looked into her large, round black face. She smiled at me and I felt.good, liked. Enjoyed. Smiling, Doreen leaned over and kissed my lips again. Only a light peck, but it felt good. Her leg continued to press against mine, harder now than before.

The taxi pulled up before a large building and we climbed out. Looking around, I asked, "is there a good restaurant in this building?"

"The very best," she said. "My apartment. Come on. I'll cook something up for us."

As we entered her apartment, I was really impressed. All done in earth tones, antique furniture and bronze figurines festooned the walls. I recognized works of art by some of the best contemporary artists in the country. I dropped my case and laptop onto a table near the door and began to walk around. Doreen headed directly to the kitchen and began to put together what turned out to be a veritable feast.

Stuffed to the gills, we moved to the couch before a roaring fire and talked. We quickly lost tack of time as I found Doreen to be a quick wit and deeply intelligent. I was also becoming aware of an animal sense about this great woman, a warmth that permeated the room. I was very comfortable with her and didn't in the lease mind when she leaned across the couch to me and kissed me again. This time, however, the kiss lasted longer that before. I didn't resist her kiss and was pleasantly surprised when I felt her tongue tapping against my lips.

Slowly, I opened my lips and let her tongue into my mouth, letting my tongue wrap around hers. She reached her great arms out to me and I shifted my position so that I was leaning against her, my size 36D tits against her - what? 60EE? I had no idea, but I had the feeling I was going to find out.

Doreen broke the kiss and, holding my face in her huge hands, said, "Randy, are you sure you want to go ahead with this? You may be turned off by my body." For the first time, I saw an uncertainty in her eyes.

"Doreen, if I hadn't wanted to see where this would go, do you think I would have come up here with you? I'm not that stupid, you know. Kiss me again. Please?"

Doreen smiled at me and brought her large lips to mine, grinding her teeth against mine, our tongues battling in our mouths. She brought her hand up to cup my tit through my suit jacket, squeezing it hard. Her large hands completely covered it, sending sensations through me. She began to unbutton my jacket and slipped it from my shoulders. I reached down to put my hands on one of her huge tits, sinking into the massive mound.

Doreen pushed me away from her and stood up, taking my hand and leading me toward her bedroom. A huge bed occupied most of the room, larger than the usual king-sized. The room was dark, with only a single Tiffany lamp burning on one of the nightstands. We stood beside the bed and looked at each other.

Next to Doreen, I was as though a child. My 5 feet 2 inches were over a head shorter. My 105 pounds, her well over 400 pounds. I pulled my sweater over my head and dropped it beside the bed. Next, I unbuttoned, then unzipped my skirt and let it drop around my feet. I stood before her clad only in my black bra and panties. I reached behind me and undid my bra, letting my tits fall. As I reached for my panties, Doreen stopped me. "I want to take them off. Please."

I smiled and reached for the buttons on her starched white shirt and slowly unbuttoned them. I needed her help in pulling the shirt from her tight skirt. Then, I opened it and slid it from her great shoulders. Her bra held back the largest tits I had ever seen, huge mounds straining at a large white bra. I reached for the button at the side of her skirt and pulled her zipper down. I knelt at her feet and pulled her skirt down her hips and off. I stood up and stared at the mammoth woman before me.

Doreen was unbelievable. Her lets were as thick as huge tree trunks. Her thighs had very little of the cellulite I'd expected. They were wide, smooth, virtually no hair. Her panties still hid her pussy but the thick jungle of pussy hair clearly showed through the thin material. There was dampness at the bottom of her V and it excited me to no end to know that I had caused it. Her waist and stomach were as large as her hips.

Doreen reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She held it in place for a moment, a sudden fear crossing her dark brown features. I knew she was worried to show me her body, afraid I would laugh or run out of the room. I walked closer to her, looking her right in the eye, letting her see how turned on I had become. Reaching out, I took the bra from her and pulled it away. I watched in awe as her giant tits rolled into view.

Her very dark brown tits were enormous. Long, hanging down to her navel, and wide, at least a 70 EE size. Her caps were at least two inches wide, with little bumps, darker than her tits. But, her nipples were amazing. They were at least a full inch long and wide. They were also as hard as rocks. They were soft looking, smooth and full. My mouth began to water. I knelt at Doreen's feet and began to pull her panties down.

The panties were so large and tight, it took much of my strength to get them over her hips and down her thick legs. Her great stomach came into view, smooth again, with a very deep belly button. Then the beginning of her cunt hair. At that sight, I began to shudder, smelling her, watching more and more of her bush coming into view. The hairs were unlike mine. Hers were more compressed, more curly and course. I pulled the panties further until they became caught on her great thighs, around the leg bands and between her thighs. With a firm tug, I finally got them free and down her large calves and off. I stood before her, amazed that I was so turned on by her. As I stood up, Doreen took my hands in hers and she led me to the bed. She stopped me and, with great difficulty, knelt before me and easily slipped my panties off my hips and around my feet. She pulled back and, once again with difficulty, stood up, staring at me. I could see her eyes glaze over.

Doreen sat on the edge of the bed and reached her hands out to me. I let her lead me to her and sat myself down on her lap, letting my ass wriggle against her enormous thighs. She reached an arm around my shoulders and pulled hard against her great chest. I could feel my tits being swallowed up by the size and softness of her tits and I buried my face against her shoulder. Her hands caressed my hair, my check, my shoulders and down my back. I was amazed at her gentleness, never letting her great size force anything. I felt so safe in her arms.

As Doreen caressed my body, I reached my hand to her left tit, squeezing the soft flesh, hefting the weight of it. I took her long, hard nipple in my fingers, rolling it, pinching it. I pulled the tit towards my mouth, letting my tongue tease around her tit cap, feeling each bump, then touched it to the nipple. Doreen shook with lust as I pulled the nipple and as much of her tit into my mouth as possible, letting my tongue lick over the chocolate flesh. I closed my teeth around the nipple and gently bit down. Doreen pressed my head down to her tit, allowing me to run my hands over the great expanse of her flesh. I felt the side of her tit, onto her side, around her back, luxuriating in the softness of her flesh. One of my hands crept behind Doreen, caressing her back, while my other one slipped down to her huge hip. I ran the tips of my fingers over the flesh and squeezed the flesh with every stop.

Doreen gently lifted me from her lap and moved onto the middle of the bed, pulling me down alongside of her. She leaned over me, careful not to put her massive weight onto me. "You're so beautiful," she said, using her free hand to gently caress my tits. As she squeezed first one, then the other, she whispered, "I love the feel of your body, Honey. You're so tiny, so wonderful. I hope you aren't disappointed with me."

I reached up and pulled Doreen's darkly beautiful face down to mine and kissed her long and hungrily. When I broke the kiss, I asked, "Does that answer your question? I love your body, Doreen. I feel so safe and warm with you. I love the softness of your body, the wonderful smoothness of your skin. Please, please. Make love to me. I want you to taste all of me. And, I want to taste all of you, too."

Doreen smiled at me, licking the taste of my lips from her own. "Oh, yes, my little white flower. I'll make love to you. Really, make love to you."

Doreen leaned over my tits and began to lick them, holding them in her hands pushed together, her tongue teasing both my nipples. I could feel sparks flashing through my body as her hands roamed over my body. First, my arms, then my waist, my hips. Her lips began to move down my body as she shifted her position, rocking the bed with her movements. Her lips kissed down from my tits to my stomach, her tongue forcing itself into my navel. She laved my belly button, pressing her tongue hard into that sensitive place. Her face moved closer and closer to the beginning of my cunt hair, her hands, though, continuing to hold my hips. She moved further down, pushing her face hard into my cunt mound. I began to reflexively buck my hips against her face.

Doreen shifted her bulk again, moving to my legs, which opened wide for her. I watched her massive shape as her face moved back to my cunt. So big, yet, somehow, vulnerable. For all of her bluster and joking, she was self-conscious about her size. With me, she seemed confident that she could be herself.

Suddenly, Doreen's fingers began to pry apart my cunt lips and her face moved directly over me. I bucked against her as I felt her tongue dive into my cunt hole, slurping hard against my flowing juices. The tongue left my hole and moved up to my erect clit, circling it and stabbing at it. Then, her teeth began to bite the clit, lightly nibbling at it and I began to see stars. Her hands were holding onto my hips and had slipped beneath me to hold each of my buttocks in her huge hands. She was squeezing my ass cheeks as she plowed her face and tongue deeper into me. I was rapidly loosing all control as I held her afro hair and pushed her face into my cunt.

I jumped from the bed as I felt her finger, as large and long as a cock, gently push into my cunt hole to the last knuckle as she continued to worry my clit. I began to loose control of my orgasm, as I came over and over. Still, she didn't stop, letting a finger from her other hand press against my exposed asshole. Wet from my cunt, her finger slid easily into my asshole, bringing yet another explosion orgasm that shattered throughout my body. I screamed again and again as I came uncontrollably, bucking against her face, her hands, her fingers. At last, she slowed her pace, letting me finally settle down into a vibrating, blasted hulk.

Doreen lay with her fingers still embedded in my body, her cheek against my cunt. For long moments, we lay that way as my heart slowed to manageable speed. All that time, I kept stroking her face, moaning quietly. Finally, Doreen withdrew her fingers from my cunt and my asshole, each with a moist popping sound. She moved her bulk up to lay beside me. I leaned over her and kissed her, tasting the juices of my cunt on her lips. I smiled at her and leaned over her body. Letting my hands begin to explore her massive spread of flesh.

Her body was huge, of course, but soft and smooth. I took one of her tits in both my hands, not even coming close to covering its mass. I squeezed the soft flesh, feeling her long, hard nipple press into the palm of one of my hands. I took her nipple into my mouth while I let my other hand wander to the other tit. While I licked and chewed at the nipple, my other fingers pinched at the other nipple, making Doreen shudder in delight. I couldn't get enough of her tits and began to squeeze them and roll them around her chest. I moved my face to the space between those tits, bringing them up to surround my head. I moved my lips down to her stomach, kissing and licking the vast spread of her, drawing squeals of delight from Doreen. I kept kissing and licking the flesh, slowly traveling down her stomach to her deep, deep belly button. I let my tongue enter her there, pressing hard, bringing groans from the bucking Doreen.

I moved my hands down to her hips, running over the soft fleshiness of her, reaching down to touch the sides of her massive buttocks. I moved my lips down to one of her huge thighs, licking the soft, smooth chocolate flesh. I licked back across the thick, coarse hairs of her pussy to her other thigh, kissing and licking the softness.

I surprised Doreen, then. I moved away from her pussy to between her legs and, using all of my strength, lifted her left leg over my shoulder. When Doreen realized what I was about to do, she lifted her other leg herself, throwing it over my other shoulder. I pushed her thighs up, finally exposing the opening of her cunt to my eyes. Between her fleshy thighs, her cunt winked at me, beckoning my lips. I lowered my to her, letting my tongue reach out and lick the crack of her cunt, bringing a loud cry from Doreen. I pushed my face as hard as possible into her, letting my tongue enjoy the wonderful taste of my first woman other than my own. It was absolutely overpowering, the taste, the heat of her pussy, the feel of her power and heavy thighs pressing against my ears. My hands free, I reached down and began to massage her giant ass cheeks, squeezing them, separating them, folding on for dear life as Doreen began dancing around the bed, screaming her lust. I slipped one finger into her exposed asshole, pushing it in to the last knuckle, moving it around and around.

I removed my finger and pressed against her thighs, making Doreen pull them further back onto her chest. As her asshole came into view, I directed my tongue at Doreen's asshole, plunging it in as far as possible. I could feel her sphincter clutching hard at my tongue. Evidently, Doreen was extra sensitive in her asshole, because I could barely keep my tongue in her. Doreen was in the throes of multiple orgasms, now, and I was barely able to hold on to her. I let my tongue slide out of her asshole and climb back to her spread and exposed pussy. I plunged into her hard, moving my face around and around. I moved up to her clit and bit down hard while, at the same time, pushing two of my fingers into her cunt hole. With a loud howl, Doreen came in torrents, dripping down into my mouth. I licked all of it into my mouth, swallowing her copious flow.

I moved my face back as Doreen let her legs fall into place. I crawled up to lay beside her, my face resting on one of her massive tits, my hand resting on her stomach, feeling her ragged breathing slowly subside. Her huge arm was draped over my shoulders, holding me against her tit. Doreen turned toward me and said, "I want you to know, something, Girl. I've made love with some women before, but you're something else! I can't even count the number of times I came just now. You, Girl, are a natural!"

I smiled and leaned over to kiss her. "There's one more thing I want to feel with you, Doreen. I want to feel you on top of me. I want to feel all of you on me."

"Ho, Girl. I'd crush you like a nut. But, come here, Sweetie," she said, moving to her side.

As Doreen rose, I shifted to the middle of the bed and brought my legs tightly together. Doreen moved over me, her knees carefully on either side of my thighs. Carefully, she stretched her arms out to either side of my shoulders, careful not to drop her 400+ pounds onto my 105 pound frame. As she knelt there, her massive tits were dropped over my face and I took them in my hands and manipulated them, enjoying their bulk once again. Slowly, Doreen began to lower herself onto me, her tits first settling on my face. Her stomach came next, pushing the breath from me but not enough to stop her. Next, her pussy area descended onto mine and, finally, her massive thighs touched mine. Finally, her full weight settled onto me, burying me in a mass of flesh.

I relished the feeling of her chocolate flesh surrounding me, feeling the softness of her flesh. I felt totally encapsulated by her and loved the feeling of her. I put my arms around her as much as I could, holding onto her ass cheeks. "Doreen!", I cried out to her. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Doreen began to grind her pussy against mine, using her arms to control the weight to our cunts. The feeling of the coarse cunt hairs against my softer fleece was explosive. Both Doreen and I came over and over until she finally couldn't do it anymore and rolled off me. We both lay there soaked in our sweat and pussy juice. Totally exhausted and sated.

"Girl," Doreen said, between gasps for breath, "You are a marvel! Good thing you're going home tonight. You wore me out!"

"Well," I said, "I can think of lots of reasons for more trips to the Left Coast. Do you think you can handle that?"

Doreen looked me deeply in the eyes, leaned down and planted a long, hard kiss on my lips. "What do you think, Sweetheart?"

What ever you do, whether you're straight, bi or lesbian, do not eliminate the fatties in the world. I love my husband with all of my heart. But, Doreen will always have the record of blowing my mind more substantially that anyone I have ever know. Whenever I get to the coast, that is.