The sheer size of the enormous arsecheeks
bared directly in Stacey's face - along with the overpowering scent of
sweat and pussy juice, in which her face was already slathered - shocked
her into self-awareness.
The dazed girl stared in confusion at
her small, pale hands, pressed flat against that vast expanse of dark
flesh. Those buttocks were so massive that the petite girl might have
struggled to lift even one of them. A sheen of sweat glistened along
their wide, smooth curvature.
It was the biggest arse that Stacey had ever seen. And here she was, down on her knees, ready to... ready to...
Desperately,
the girl tried to understand what the hell she was doing. She thought
back over the past two days, trying to make sense of the events that had
led her here...
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1.
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"You're going to love my Auntie!" exclaimed Jess, beaming at Stacey as the two girls ascended the steps to the front door.
The
tight natural, curls of Jess's hair bounced a little as she walked up
the steps. She was in any case taller than Stacey and, with the afro,
she seemed a little taller still. Then again, at 5'3", Stacey was
shorter than most. She had a slim build, pale, milky skin, round, perky
breasts and rather full cheeks that lent her face a quality of innocence
and harmlessness. This quality was enhanced by her wide, hazel eyes and
the expression that she typically wore, which looked like she was lost
and perpetually working up the nerve to ask for directions. She wore her
black hair in a single thick braid which snaked halfway down her back.
Today,
Stacey was particularly nervous. Jess was the first real friend she'd
made since moving to London from the countryside last year. Even then,
this was the first time that Jess had invited her anywhere outside of
school. She was eager to make a good impression.
The girls had
both finished their last A-level exams a couple of days ago. Now they
had two useless weeks left of their final school term, a brief period of
limbo before the rest of their lives could begin.
Jess produced a key and opened the door. Stacey followed her friend inside.
The
first thing that Stacey noticed upon entering the house was the
powerful smell of food that filled the air. Stacey was hungry, and the
food smelled delicious. It was also very warm inside the house, as it
was outside, due to the current heatwave.
Jess led Stacey through a
door off the narrow hallway, opposite the staircase on their right.
They emerged into a relatively spacious combined living room and dining
room. The living area, with sofa, coffee table and television, was
directly ahead of them. Off to their right was a fairly long dining
table, surrounded by chairs and laden with food. Standing in front of
the table, smiling warmly at them, was an enormous woman.
The
woman was around six feet tall, with a very wide frame and an extremely
full figure. She wore a colourful, low-cut top which was stretched tight
over her huge breasts and wide, fat belly. The exposed skin of her
breasts was dark and smooth, curving down into a deep line of cleavage.
Over her legs she wore a dark green sarong, which partially exposed, at
one side, one of her thick, round thighs. From the slight angle at which
they were standing, Stacey saw that her arse, even more so than the
rest of her body, was huge, fat and curvaceous. The sarong draped like a
rag across the heft of her massive buttocks only made their vast
proportions more apparent. Below the sarong, the woman wore bare feet.
On
her head was a colourful head wrap, from which a thick mane of ringlets
spilled out and down to her shoulders. Her big, dark eyes were fierce
and perceptive, and her full lips were drawn into a wide grin, exposing a
gap between her front teeth. She looked to be in her late thirties, but
Stacey found it hard to tell.
"Hi, Auntie!" said Jess brightly.
"Jess, my gyal, come here!" exclaimed the fat woman, drawing the girl into a tight hug and planting a kiss on her cheek.
Releasing Jess, the woman turned to her guest and said, "And this must be Stacey! Come here, gyal!"
Stacey
stepped forward and was wrapped in the same warm embrace that Jess had
just received. The fat woman squashed the girl hard against her big
breasts and fat belly. Stacey, barely more than shoulder-high to the
woman, narrowly avoided getting a faceful of her cleavage. She was
momentarily overwhelmed by the woman's powerful scent, exotic perfume
mixed with sweat from the heat of the day.
The big woman gave Stacey a slight push towards the table and said, "Sit down, eat!"
Sitting
at the table, Stacey stared amazed at the vast array of food. She
recognised jerk chicken, juicy legs and breasts stacked on a long
serving platter. Then there were fried dumplings, some sort of pastries,
and a load of other stuff which Stacey couldn't immediately identify.
Stacey was sitting at the corner of the table next to her host, who sat at the head. Jess was sitting the other side of Stacey.
Stacey
cautiously began to take a small amount of food. Seeing her hesitation,
the big woman grabbed her plate, saying, "That won't do - let's see you
get a proper portion!"
The woman quickly returned the plate,
piled high with a wide selection from the table. I'll never manage all
that, Stacey thought.
Then the woman sat there beaming at Stacey
until the girl began to eat. Though she started slow, the food was so
delicious that she couldn't help but speed up. Soon she was wolfing it
down as if she hadn't eaten in days.
While she was eating, the big
woman started to talk to her. She began by telling Stacey about the
food she was eating. The way she talked about it made it seem even more
delicious. She talked about growing up in Jamaica, life in west London,
and touched on a range of other topics: music, art, even sex. As she
talked, she maintained intense eye contact with Stacey, who, aside from
the occasional glance down at her plate, stared back at her wide-eyed.
Stacey was utterly charmed by the big woman, even in awe of her. Before long, the girl was hanging on her every word.
Occasionally
the woman broke off from her monologue to ask Stacey a question. The
girl told her that she'd moved here a little under a year ago from
Dorset, just before the start of the final school year and a few months
before her eighteenth birthday. She lived with her dad, who at the
moment was away on business and would be back in a few weeks. Her mother
had left them when she was an infant.
Jess, meanwhile, sat silently watching the other two, while picking at a small portion of food.
Stacey
took advantage of a slight pause to blurt out, "The food is incredible,
Mrs, Ms... um..." The girl reddened slightly as she realised she didn't
know her host's name.
"Jus call me 'Auntie' as well," smiled the fat woman. "I'd like that."
Though
the suggestion was a little odd, Stacey felt flattered, even grateful,
to be welcomed on such intimate terms. She giggled nervously and said,
"Okay, Auntie."
Then Stacey realised with a start that she had
more or less demolished the entire, massive plateful. She suddenly felt
completely stuffed, tired, even a little dizzy. She leaned back in her
chair, red-faced and breathing heavily.
The big woman let out a
throaty chuckle. "You look fit to collapse!" she exclaimed. She stood
up, the chair creaking as she did so, and moved round behind Stacey. She
lifted the girl by the arm and said, "Come over here. Let Auntie tek
care of yuh."
The woman led Stacey over to the sofa, manoeuvred
her around the arm and pulled her down onto the seat, while she remained
standing behind it. Leaning down behind Stacey, she gently took hold of
the girl's shoulders and spoke softly in her ear: "Now, my gyal, lean
your head back and jus relax... that's it. Don't close your eyes - jus
stare at the ceiling fah mi. You're not allowed to sleep yet - mi waan
fi tell you a few more tings first. Breathe deep, relax, an jus listen
to my voice. You enjoy listening to me, don't yuh?"
Stacey's
seated form was already completely limp and her eyes were a little
unfocused. Without thinking, she replied, "Yes, Auntie."
"Good gyal," cooed the fat woman happily. "Den jus relax an listen to Auntie..."
Stacey
zoned out and let the fat woman's words wash over her. Above her, the
blurry ceiling slowly began to rotate. Stacey watched it with passive
detachment. Soon, she felt more relaxed than she could ever have thought
possible.
The girl felt so glad she had come here. She could
listen to Auntie's soothing, charming voice all day. The ceiling went
slowly round and round, and Auntie's words went on, and on, and on.
Stacey
knew Auntie was telling her something important. The girl felt so
utterly charmed by the big woman, so overwhelmed by sudden affection,
that she knew she would gladly follow any suggestion that Auntie gave
her. It didn't matter what it was. And this really was just a little
suggestion. It was no big deal. It was something that Stacey wanted to
do anyway. Auntie was really just clarifying Stacey's own feelings for
her. If anything, the big woman was doing the girl a favour...
A broad, dopey grin spread across Stacey's face. She heard herself simper, "Yes, Auntie."
Now Stacey's body felt like melted butter. Her head felt like melted butter. In fact she could just melt... melt... melt...
Stacey
came to with a start. She was lying down on her side, in dim light, her
head resting on something soft, warm and comfortable. A big, black,
bare thigh... Auntie's thigh. The material of the sarong, which still
covered the fat woman's other leg, lay crumpled either side of it.
Something warm and heavy rested on Stacey's face and neck... Auntie's
open palm, she realised. Under her own fingers, which rested also on
that bare thigh, directly below her mouth, Stacey felt a puddle of
wetness. I was drooling, she realised... quite a lot.
The girl
stirred and tried to say something, but instead let out a soft whimper.
The fat woman chuckled and softly patted the girl's cheek, then removed
her hand. She said, "Slept long enough, have yuh?"
The girl sat up
and looked around. The sky outside was dark. The dim light coming
through the open curtains came mostly from streetlamps.
Stacey was mortified. She jumped up and bleated, "S- sorry, sorry, I must've fallen asleep, I... uh..."
The
big woman heaved herself up off the sofa, took Stacey by the shoulders
and said, "My gyal, don't worry at all. Mi wanted yuh to sleep, so mi
let yuh."
Then she lifted one hand to the side of Stacey's face
and gently stroked the girl's cheek with her thumb. "Now mi let yuh go
home, but I want you to do someting for me. You will come back tomorrow
at noon. That will make me very happy. And you want to mek Auntie happy -
don't yuh?"
Upon hearing these words, Stacey gasped and
stiffened. Her head span, her mouth went dry, her skin tingled all over
and she felt a dull ache between her legs. She gulped and whimpered,
"Yes, Auntie."
The fat woman smiled and said, "Good gyal." Stacey
gasped again as an electric thrill fizzed down her spine and the aching
between her legs intensified.
"Now," said the fat woman, "gwan wit yuh." She gave Stacey a little push towards the door.
Stacey walked away slowly, her legs shaking as she went.
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2.
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The
next day, at a few minutes past twelve, Stacey found herself sitting
once more on Auntie's sofa. The big woman was sitting next to her, very
close, smiling down at her. It was another hot day, with the weather set
to continue like this for another week or so.
"Thank you so, so
much for inviting me yesterday!" Stacey blurted out suddenly. "And thank
you so much for the food, it was amazing!" she gushed in an obsequious
tone. "And thank you for... you know... taking care of me."
"Aw, that's sweet, baby," grinned the fat woman. "You're a good gyal."
Stacey shivered and let out a soft, curtailed whimper.
"And since you're such a good gyal," the fat woman continued, "now you're going to do someting fah mi."
Stacey
felt so stupid. Of course, she should have offered to help Auntie with
something already! She felt like a selfish, ungrateful bitch. "Yes,
Auntie, of course! What should I do?" the girl asked earnestly.
The
big woman waved her hand in a vague, sweeping gesture, and said, "I've
not got round to cleaning this place in a while. You're going to do it
for me."
Despite her initial enthusiasm, Stacey was taken aback.
That seemed like a huge imposition, and - if she was expected to do it
for free - also kind of... demeaning? The last thing she wanted to do
was disappoint Auntie, but...
"I... uh... really?" she stammered, gazing up nervously into Auntie's big, dark eyes. "Like... the whole house?"
The
big woman's eyes glittered and her expression hardened just a little,
though her broad grin remained. "My gyal," she began, speaking slowly
and carefully, "you are going to do this for me. You will do this
because it will mek Auntie very happy. And I know you want to mek Auntie
happy. I know you want to be a good gyal fah Auntie."
Stacey's
head felt like it was filled with helium. Her limbs felt heavy and
wooden, though her skin prickled with static. Her lips, moving of their
own accord, drawled, "Yes, Auntie."
"Good gyal," intoned the fat woman gently. "It mek Auntie happy when you do as yuh told."
Now Stacey's mouth was open, her cheeks burned and she panted breathlessly. She felt a hot slickness between her legs.
The
girl listened passively as Auntie told her where to find cleaning
supplies and where to start. Then, at the big woman's command, she stood
up and dutifully set about her task.
Diligently and methodically,
the girl worked her way around the house. She started upstairs,
cleaning every room thoroughly, slowly making her way back down to the
ground floor. The whole time she was cleaning, she thought excitedly
about how happy it would make Auntie. She was unable to think about
anything else.
Then she worked her way around the ground floor,
coming at last back to the living room. She hovered diffidently by the
door for a moment, then stepped through. She walked over to the sofa,
where the fat woman whose house she was cleaning lounged eating a big
box of chocolates. The girl clasped her hands at the small of her back,
stared down at the carpet and said, "May I clean in here now, Auntie?"
The smug response came: "Yes you may, baby." Stacey's whole body tingled when she heard how pleased the fat woman sounded.
"Thank
you, Auntie," the girl simpered, in an even more obsequious tone. She
really was grateful to Auntie for letting her do this for her,
especially after Stacey's earlier insolence.
As Stacey started to
clean the living room, the big woman suddenly said, "You must be getting
hot from the hard work, baby. You'll be more comfortable if yuh tek
your top off."
Stacey froze. She wanted to do as she was told, but
a warning light of reticence flashed dimly in the back of her mind. She
remained frozen and said, "Um..."
"Don't be shy, baby," the fat woman chided. "You want to be a good gyal fah Auntie, don't you?"
"Yes, Auntie," replied the girl, hurriedly pulling off her top. "Sorry, Auntie."
"Silly gyal," chuckled the fat woman. "Now the skirt as well."
Stacey,
this time without hesitation, removed her skirt. She stood there in
nothing but a blue lingerie bra and matching thong, her young, slim body
almost fully exposed, awaiting the fat woman's next instruction.
"Good gyal," the fat woman cooed. "Now get back to work."
About
ten minutes later, while Stacey was still cleaning the living room, the
doorbell rang. Immediately, the sound could be heard of the door
opening.
The big woman stood up from the sofa, took something from
a jar on the coffee table and walked over to the door out to the
hallway. Stacey, who was in the middle of wiping down the dining table,
continued what she was doing.
The hallway door opened and Jess
stepped into the room. Stacey looked up and said, brightly - as though
cleaning some woman's house in her underwear were the most natural thing
in the world - "Oh, hi Jess!"
Jess glanced at her with a mixture of pity and disgust. Turning back to the big woman, she said, "See? Can I pick 'em or what?"
The big woman let out a loud, throaty chuckle. "Dis lickle eediat gyal mek it too easy," she chortled.
She
handed the girl a couple of banknotes. Jess briefly checked the amount,
nodded to the big woman, then turned on her heel and walked out.
Without looking back, she sardonically trilled, "So long, Stace!"
Stacey, once again immersed in her task, didn't even hear her.
Before
long, Stacey had finished cleaning. She tidied everything away, then
returned to the living room and once again stood in front of the sofa
with her head bowed demurely. This time though, she couldn't help but
raise her eyes to peer shyly at the fat woman from under her lashes. She
said, in a sweet, little voice, "All done, Auntie."
"Good gyal," pronounced the fat woman, beaming at her. "What a good, lickle gyal fah Auntie."
Upon receiving this praise, the girl's mouth fell open and a loud whimper rose from her throat. Her legs wobbled visibly.
"Please,
Auntie!" she exclaimed suddenly, in a loud moan, "please let me do
something else for you! Please, Auntie, please... please tell me what to
do!"
The fat woman laughed loudly, amused by the girl's desperation.
"Alright, baby, since yuh aks nicely - first, get down pon yuh knees."
Stacey did so at once.
"Good gyal. Now - come here and give Auntie a foot rub," said the fat woman, wiggling her bare toes.
Without
even thinking about it, Stacey crawled over to the seated woman's feet
and did as she'd been told. Leaning back in her seat, the fat woman
smirked down at the obedient girl. The girl stared back, her eyes wide
and unfocused and her mouth open a little.
After some time, the
woman said, "Dat's good, baby. But mi feet need a lickle more love dan
dat. Get right down deh an kiss dem."
Stacey paused for a beat,
before her pliant, little mind absorbed this new command. Then she said,
in toneless drawl, "Yes, Auntie." She placed her palms flat on the
floor, her head sank down, and she began gently to kiss the fat woman's
sweaty feet.
"Good gyal. Now mi waan yuh clean dem wid yuh tongue."
The
girl whimpered and began at once to lick the fat woman's feet all over,
even lifting them to lick the soles and suck on her toes.
After
some time, the fat woman grunted with satisfaction and said, "It mek
Auntie very happy to see yuh down deh pon yuh knees like dat. But now mi
tell yuh how fi mek me even happier..."
The girl squealed and sprang back upright on her knees, gazing up pleadingly into the big woman's eyes.
Without
breaking eye contact, the fat woman unfastened her sarong and spread
her massive thighs wide apart. Surrounded by a black bush of tight,
stiff curls, her thick, dark pussy lips were already dripping with
juice. Stacey knelt there staring at that fat cunt, her heart pounding
in her chest.
Lifting her belly out of the way with one hand, with
the other the fat woman tapped her engorged clit and said, "Come on,
baby. Come mek Auntie happy."
Slowly and inexorably, as though in a dream, the girl crawled forward, fixating on the fat woman's sopping cunt.
When
she was right up between the fat woman's huge thighs, she raised her
head and extended her tongue. With her free hand the fat woman cupped
the back of the girl's head, grasping the base of the girl's thick braid
between her thumb and the side of her palm. Then she casually pulled
the girl's head in. As she did so she slid her other hand away, so that
the weight of her belly rested on the girl's forehead. She brought this
hand down under the other to grasp the back of the girl's neck.
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