Winter Pears 5 (Patreon)

(BBW, Sex)

Double the woman—double the fun 1/2

Paul thrusted hard into her, his large hands clamped tightly around Fiona’s wide hips. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the bedroom in his small apartment, mingling with her loud, unrestrained moans. It was always wild and noisy when they had sex, and they both loved it. Fiona was on all fours on the bed, her knees pressed deep into the mattress, her back arched so that her huge, jiggly ass stuck up as high as possible into the air. She was only in her early twenties, quite petite, and weighed a whopping 130 kilos—a massive pear-shaped figure that had driven Paul crazy from the very first second. Although you should never ask a woman about her weight, Fiona naturally knew about Paul’s preferences and had once deliberately revealed the numbers on her scale to him to turn him on. It was amazing how sweet, cute, and sexy so much fat could be on such a small frame. Her waist was surprisingly narrow despite her ample excess weight, but below that, her wide hips and colossal butt exploded into soft, undulating masses.

“Fuck me harder, Paul!” Fiona whimpered, her voice already hoarse with lust. Her long, blonde hair was partially stuck to her pretty face, her ice-blue eyes half-closed. Her freckled cheeks were glowing with heat.

Every hard thrust made the young woman tremble all over. Her large, dimpled ass jiggled like Jell-O, her thick thighs quivered, and her large, heavy breasts swung wildly with every impact. Rock-hard nipples rubbed against the sheet again and again with every thrust of Paul’s cock into her wet vagina. Her round belly pressed flat against the bed as she, overcome with lust, tried to stick her ass even higher and literally push it toward Paul.

The young man grinned, sweat beading on his chest and face. He was in his mid-twenties, tall and muscular, and he loved curvy women like Fiona—the more, the better, and on top of that, perfectly proportioned and gorgeous. Her body was pure sensuality to him. He gripped her tighter, his fingers digging deep into the soft, yielding flesh of her ass.

“You’re so damn hot!” he whispered, pulling his hand back only to let it come crashing down on her right buttock with a slap. The flesh quivered violently where a red mark remained, and Fiona cried out with pleasure.

“Yes! Again! Spank me hard!” She pressed her face into the pillows but kept lifting her ass, begging for his penetration. Paul obeyed, slapping both cheeks alternately while thrusting tirelessly into her tight, wet pussy. Everything about the young woman jiggled—her belly, her breasts, her massive thighs, her gigantic ass. Fiona loved that more than anything else. Feeling how fat she was and how sexy all that fat made her, jiggling delightfully during sex. The sensation of her whole body moving with every hard thrust drove her insanely horny.

She pressed herself even deeper into the mattress, her large breasts with their wide areolas flattened against it, while her ass jutted high into the air like an invitation. Paul’s big cock slid deep into her, stretching her and filling her completely.

“Deeper! Fuck me good!” she pleaded, her beautiful voice breaking into a whimper of pleasure. Paul picked up the pace, his hips slapping rhythmically against her jiggling ass. The bed creaked in protest under their combined weight.

Fiona’s orgasm built slowly, like a wave rising higher and higher. Her thighs trembled more violently, her breath coming in gasps. “I’m coming… oh God, Paul, I’m coming right now!” she screamed. He fucked her even harder, one hand buried in her long blonde hair, the other on her ass, which jiggled with every thrust. Then it burst out of her. Fiona screamed loudly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, the muscles in her vagina twitching and milking his cock. She pressed herself against him, wanting to feel every inch of him as the orgasm shook her.

Shortly after, Paul felt himself coming too. With a deep groan, he thrust deep into her one last time and came inside the condom he was wearing. Exhausted, they both collapsed together. Paul stayed inside her for a moment before carefully pulling out. He rolled over next to Fiona, pulled the bulging condom off his still-half-erect big cock, and tied it off.

Fiona turned toward him, breathing heavily, her usually pale face flushed, her blonde hair wildly tousled. “Damn, man, you feel so good inside me,” she gushed softly, her ice-blue eyes shining. “That thick cock… I could have that all day long.”

Paul laughed softly and pulled her into his arms. Her soft, warm body nestled against him, her big ass pressing against his hip. “You’re the first woman I’ve ever had who wants it this hard. It’s amazing.”

They had met a few weeks ago at a club. A few drinks, dancing, then their first time together that very same night. Since then, they’d been seeing each other on and off—always just for sex. No relationship, no strings attached. Friends with benefits, purely physical. Though in their case, it was more about the “benefits” than the “friendship.” There wasn’t much more than sex connecting them, but that was fine. They both enjoyed the freedom.

After a few minutes, they snuggled up to each other, because even after sex they always enjoyed each other’s closeness, despite their superficial relationship.

“Let’s go take a shower,” Paul finally said. Fiona nodded and slowly sat up.

She swung her short, thick legs out of bed. As she stood up, everything about her jiggled. Her massive ass wobbled at the slightest movement, her wide hips swayed, and her thick thighs, marked by pronounced cellulite, vibrated with every step. Fiona’s long, tousled blonde hair reached down to her protruding buttocks. What a magnificent butt, sticking out in every direction, Paul thought enthusiastically. Her belly was round, but thanks to her pear-shaped figure, it was still relatively compact compared to her lower proportions. Fiona’s large, heavy breasts hung a bit, and her wide areolas stood out clearly—a sight that immediately turned Paul on again.

Fiona noticed his gaze and grinned cheekily. She turned slightly and let her massive ass circle and wiggle. The curves undulated almost hypnotically. She ran both hands through her long hair, lifted it up, and let it fall again. A cascade of white-blonde hair. “Do you like what you see?” teased the voluptuous beauty, wiggling her butt extra provocatively as she walked toward the bathroom. Every step made her thighs and ass dance. Paul followed her, laughing.

The next morning, Paul woke up first. Fiona was lying on her stomach next to him, her massive ass sticking out from under the slipped blanket. He grinned and gently stroked it. She mumbled a sleepy “Hey” and turned toward him.

In the kitchen, they then prepared a lavish breakfast—scrambled eggs, bacon, rolls, coffee, orange juice. Fiona was wearing only one of Paul’s T-shirts, which was much too tight on her body and accentuated her stomach and breasts. Paul liked how much Fiona always ate when she was with him; after all, that sexy butt and the rest of her dream figure didn’t come from rice cakes and raw vegetables. They both ate leisurely at the kitchen table, laughed about trivial things, and told each other about their respective weeks. It felt light and uncomplicated.

Before Fiona could go to her bedroom to get dressed, Paul pulled her into the bathroom again. “Fancy a quickie?” he asked with a grin. She nodded eagerly and stood in front of the sink, bent over, and stuck her plump ass out toward him again. Her now-globular belly weighed her down heavily. Paul stepped behind her, slipped on a new condom, and immediately penetrated her from behind. This time without any long foreplay—hard and direct. Fiona held on to the edge of the sink, her breasts jiggling in the mirror, her ass slapping against him with every thrust. She was wet again the very second his cock stretched her insides, because she simply loved being taken so hard and fast.

“Fuck me, Paul… yes, just like that!” she moaned. He held her hips, thrusting deep and fast. It didn’t take long before they both came—Fiona first with a stifled scream, Paul shortly after. They laughed breathlessly and quickly cleaned up afterward.

Finally, Fiona got dressed after all. At the door, they hugged each other one last time. “That was hot again,” she said with a smile. “See you next time.”

“Yeah, definitely. We’ll text each other.” Paul watched her walk down the stairs.

He closed the door and sat down on the sofa. Sex with Fiona was always incredibly great. He’d never had a woman who was as into rough, kinky sex as she was. Her body, in turn, drove him completely wild—those soft, jiggling curves, that huge ass, the way she gave herself to him completely. 130 kilos of pure lust and youthful femininity. At the same time, things were relaxed between them. No pressure, no expectations. He briefly wondered if it could ever turn into something more. A real relationship. Who knew what the future held? But for the moment, he was happy with his freedom. With the casual, hot sex whenever they felt like it. No obligations, no complications. It was perfect just the way it was.

A good week had passed since Fiona had last been with him. Paul was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone when the doorbell rang. He stood up, opened the door, and grinned widely. There she was—Fiona. He’d been waiting longingly ever since they’d made plans to meet again

“Hey, good to see you,” he said cheerfully. But at first glance, he paused. Her long blonde hair had gotten significantly shorter—now only reaching the middle of her back—and had taken on a darker, honey-colored blonde hue. She was also wearing new, sparkling earrings that he had never seen on her before. They hugged, and Paul was happy to feel those familiar, soft curves again.

“Wow, did you go to the hairdresser? It looks really good,” he said honestly as they pulled apart.

Fiona ran her fingers through her shorter hair, looking a little confused, but then smiled warmly. “Thanks. I’m glad you like it.” Her voice sounded familiar, but there was something new in her gaze. She looked him up and down as if she were really noticing him for the first time. “By the way, you look damn hot, Paul. Good enough to eat.”

Paul was taken aback by the intense way she was looking at him and what she’d said, but he also found it flattering. “Well then, come on in,” he finally said. They entered the living room. Fiona looked around with strange intensity, letting her gaze wander over the furniture, the pictures on the wall, and the kitchen.

“Would you like something to drink?” Paul asked.

“Yes, please,” she replied, somewhat absentmindedly.

Slightly puzzled, Paul went into the kitchen and fetched two cans of Coke. When he came back, Fiona was already topless in the middle of the living room. Her large, heavy breasts hung full and voluminous down toward her stomach. She smiled seductively. “We could just get straight to the fun part, couldn’t we?”

Paul set the cans down and walked over to the already half-naked beauty. He got turned on immediately. He stepped up to her, placed his hands on her soft, voluptuous breasts, and massaged them thoroughly. Damn, they felt even heavier and fuller than last time. The thick melons practically overflowed his hands, soft and yielding. Maybe she’d gained a little weight over the week—with her figure, that wouldn’t be a surprise. It would have been a bit much in just a few days, but why not? He kept kneading, running his hands over her round belly, which felt warm and soft beneath his fingers.

Fiona reached straight into his pants, wrapped her hand around his big, hardening cock, and massaged it slowly. “That feels really great. I knew it would,” she whispered lustfully, her ice-blue eyes sparkling.

Paul pulled her toward the sofa. They landed on it, tightly entwined.

Fiona quickly took a condom from her own bag and rolled it over his rock-hard cock. Usually they always used the ones from his nightstand drawer, but at that moment Paul didn’t care. He just wanted to feel her.

He pushed her onto her back, pulled the tight leggings off her thick legs, spread her massive thighs, and thrust hard into her. Fiona moaned, arching her back. She was already completely wet and didn’t need any foreplay. The sex was intense and hot as always. Paul fucked her deep and hard, her large breasts jiggling with every thrust and her belly undulating back and forth. But something was different: she begged and moaned with pleasure, but not quite as loudly and desperately horny as last time. Still, she seemed to be enjoying it to the fullest. Actually, he liked her loud noises and screams during sex, even if some might find it silly. For Paul, uninhibitedness was something very attractive.

“You feel so good,” she murmured and pulled him deeper inside her.

After a while, they changed positions. Fiona got down on all fours, sticking her huge, jiggly ass out toward him. Paul grabbed her wide hips and thrust into her again. As he did, he reached into her massive thighs. The rolls of fat hanging from her sides like soft saddlebags felt somehow even more voluptuous in his fingers than usual. But with Fiona’s figure, that was hard to say—she was wonderfully thick and soft all over.

He fucked her hard from behind, making her massive ass jiggle with every thrust and the folds of fat slap together. Fiona pressed herself against him, whimpering with pleasure, but the rhythm felt a little bit different to Paul than usual, though still absolutely hot. He enjoyed it to the fullest, the way everything about her wobbled and trembled. Perhaps there was a lot going on in her life right now, which made her seem a little different to Paul. If they were honest, they actually knew so little about each other.

Finally, Fiona came with a deep, long moan. Her whole body quaked, her muscles twitching around his cock. Paul followed shortly after, came hard inside the condom, and collapsed on top of her.

Exhausted and happy, they lay naked on the sofa afterward. Paul absentmindedly caressed her large breasts and soft belly. “Should we order something to eat later?” he asked quietly.

Fiona smiled contentedly and enjoyed his touch. “Pizza would be cool. It’s on me.”

“Good idea. Thanks a lot.” Paul kissed her on the shoulder and stood up. She stretched toward him and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. Grinning cheekily, she looked into Paul’s bewildered face. They had never kissed on the mouth before.

Fiona stayed lying there, naked on the sofa, and wiggled her legs happily. Her voluptuous body swayed slightly along with them. She fished her cell phone out of the back pocket of her leggings, which were lying on the floor. Paul glanced at it and paused. Didn’t she have a different smartphone? This one looked newer, with a different case.

“Is that a new phone?” he asked casually.

Fiona thought for a moment, then smiled. “My old one broke. So, what are you in the mood for? I’m ordering right now.” She held the screen out to him so he could pick what he wanted.

Paul sat back down next to her, ran his hand over her thigh, and told her his pizza preferences.

After placing the order, Fiona snuggled up to him again, her warm, heavy body nestling softly against his. They chatted casually until the pizza arrived and they both had to get dressed. Paul felt content and happy. Whatever was a little different today—it felt really good. And he was already looking forward to the next time.