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From the very first moment I laid eyes on Doreen Shields she became an obsession; something about that big, beautiful, mature woman just grabbed me and made me notice her charms, shaking all thoughts and images of other females out of my mind. I immediately closed my little mental black book — that is, all other females that I’d been admiring, pursuing or thinking about pursuing simply disappeared off my ‘to do’ list. I was between girlfriends at the time and I made an instant decision about who I wanted to fill that void.

I’d been living in the new neighborhood for about a month before I discovered that a guy named Stan who was employed at the firm where I worked, also lived there, not far from my new home. After the discovery Stan and I soon started hanging out together. In the mornings we both got a lift to work, he from his mother, and me from my older brother; but because both drivers’ knock-off time was an hour later than ours Stan and I would often take a bus home in the afternoons, together, except on the days when I have university classes in the afternoon; I’d been juggling work and classes for two years.

I had dropped by Stan’s home one Saturday morning to collect a DVD when my eyes were pleasantly shocked by the sight of an absolutely stunning vision of loveliness. She was a big woman, more than six feet tall, maybe six two or three and looked to be about two hundred-twenty pounds, if not more. As I looked at her the words, buxom, voluptuous and amazon came to mind. I settled on amazon.

She was a caramel colored black woman of indeterminate age and big in all the right places — boobs, hips, thighs and ass. She was wearing a white stretchy tube top without bra for support of what must be size thirty-eight or forty knockers. I could clearly see the stout, brazen nipples, looking like they wanted to jump right through the tube. I could also see the areola imprint on the left breast because it was wet — she’d been washing her car. An added attraction was that the top stopped short of her navel — a mouthwatering dent in the amazingly flat stomach. That belly reminded me of women I’d seen in the Southern African countries, who in spite of being big, even fat, had these nice flat stomachs.

Below the top she wore light blue spandex tights that snugly hugged a massive lump of feminine glory between thick, round thighs. The tights stopped about six inches above her shiny-smooth knees and I found myself staring longer than was decent and also thinking indecently that if I got my face between those thighs I’d eat that pussy till she bawled. Although she must have noticed my inappropriate staring she didn’t seem embarrassed or annoyed, and when she fixed her big hazel eyes on me I simply melted.

I’m not usually timid around females, but that woman’s unique beauty and raw sexuality was so aggressively intimidating that I found myself feeling like I was pimply faced, socially awkward high school boy. I was actually feeling shy.

Her greeting was warm and full of interest as we introduced ourselves. My fingers melted in adoration of her soft warm clutch as we shook hands and it wasn’t until I felt her gently withdrawing hers that I realized I hadn’t let go of her hand. I don’t know what got into me but I simply blurted out an awkward question that had to do with her physical appearance.

“Mrs. Shields do you know if your fore parents are from Southern Africa,” I asked.

She smiled and said, “I don’t, but I doubt it. The slaves brought to this part of the world were primarily from West Africa. … Why do you ask?”

I was feeling even more awkward now as she looked at me, waiting for my answer.

I stammered, “I … I … can’t help noticing … how flat … your stomach is … just like the women in those countries … even the fat ones”

“Are saying that I am fat?” she asked, seemingly amused, the nostrils of her long, straight nose flaring.

“No … no mam … not at all … you’re not fat, you’re big … I mean … thick … I …”

“I know what you mean … it’s alright, and I’ll take it as a compliment, thanks … also, thanks for that bit of info about black women’s body type in another part of the world,” she said, and laughed sweetly, looking at me like I was some strange specie.

She added, “Seeing that you’re so observant, does any other part of me look like that of women from anywhere else?” she asked.

She looked at me, standing with hands on ample hips, chest stuck out. I felt my usual boldness stepping out of the brief shell of shyness that it had creeped into.

“I can tell you about the entire package, Mrs. Shields … there is no other woman like you … you’re amazingly beautiful,” I exclaimed, letting my eyes travel all over her body.

“Thanks, again,” she said with a little giggle.

She continued, “You’re sweet, and I like the bold way in which you express yourself … boldness is an admirable quality … Stan is finally keeping good company. Feel free to drop by anytime, he could learn illegal bahis a thing or two from you.”

She turned and walked away to get back to washing her car. Looking at her retreating body it felt like her rolling ass was attached to my cock by some invisible string, for I felt it jerk and stretch out as if being dragged by the big, beautiful woman. As I stood waiting for Stan to come out I found myself glancing at her every few seconds, and every time she smiled, my heart lurched.

She was indeed beautiful, and everything about her was big and challenging. Her mouth was wide and full lipped, the sides curved upward in a template of a permanent smile. Her short cropped, curly, brown hair had generous streaks of grey that looked great but caused confusion about her age.

One day about a month later, Stan and I were walking in from the highway where the bus had put us off. Sometimes we used the short drop taxis that took persons from the highway into the housing area, but at other times depending on the weather or our funds we would do the fifteen minute walk-in to our homes. We had been walking for about three minutes when a vehicle pulled up alongside us. It was Stan’s mom in her bright red Nissan x-trail SUV. This had happened a couple of times before, when she’d come home earlier than usual.

“Hop in guys,” he said cheerily.

I quickly opened the door and jumped into a back seat. Stan kept on walking.

“Oh, oh, somebody is still mad at me … we had a little disagreement this morning … he can be very stubborn at times,” she said, a bit of worry in her eyes.

She drove the vehicle and stopped alongside him.

“Come on Stan, get in the car,” she pleaded, but he kept on walking.

She continued to drive slowly alongside him.

“Stan stop being so stubborn and get into the car … why do you have to embarrass me like this,” the beautiful woman said, looking defeated.

“I will get out,” I said, starting to open the door.

“No, you take the lift, I will walk.” Stan said.

“No, you stay in the car honey,” Mrs. Shields said at the same time.

“Let him be miserable and stubborn all by his damn self,” she added.

She stuck out a pretty pink tongue at him and drove off. I would have liked to latch on to that tongue with my mouth.

“He’s just like his damn father … I’m glad that he, at least, is out of my life … as for my baby, as infuriating as he is, I couldn’t do without him around, especially now that I’m single and my other child, his younger sister is abroad studying,” she said looking around at me.

It was the first time I was hearing about Stan’s father and sister. He’d never mentioned his dad before and I never asked. I also thought he was an only child. So she and her husband are separated, I said to myself — good news.

She mashed brakes suddenly.

“Come up front, I don’t like talking behind my back,” she said.

The moment I opened the door and looked in, my heart lurched at the sight of her big, creamy thighs, exposed generously by an up-riding skirt. I used the excuse of putting on the seat belt to get a good look at them. As I sat down I found myself leaning forward a bit and glancing through the side of my eye to get a look further up the skirt. I felt that if I leaned far enough I’d get to see her crotch.

“Sorry about that little outburst about my ex-husband … please forgive my indiscretion … I shouldn’t be airing dirty family laundry like that, but Stan’s attitude just upset me,” she said softly.

“It’s alright, we all lose control at times when angry … and like everything else in life, one thing leads to another … and please, you are much too beautiful to be carrying such a pained look on your face, so crack those pretty, yummy lips and give us a smile.” I said confidently.

She laughed, and said, “You like to flatter this old girl, don’t you … but thanks, I appreciate it … you’re so sweet, and you seem so wise for your age.”

“What’s my age?” I asked.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Twenty-five,” I informed her.

“Really … I was thinking much younger, twenty or twenty one. Stan is twenty two.”

“It happens all the time … because of my size … this puny body and baby face on a five foot six frame kinda fools people … I’m a little man,” I said chuckling.

“Yeah, it does,” she said, turning her head and looking me all over.

I noticed she had chosen to take a longer way to my house than was necessary, and was driving slowly. She had taken me home twice before, so she knew how to get there.

“How old do I look?” she asked.

“Forty … forty two,” I said

She laughed hilariously and said, “There you go flattering this old lady again … look at my hair … see all those grey streaks … actually, I’m fifty.”

“It’s not flattery, you really do look like forty or thereabouts, and if you’re really fifty, you’re the most beautiful fifty year old in the world.”

I then added, illegal bahis siteleri “And I do look at your hair, but I know things are not always what they appear to be … although, on the other hand, some things are exactly what they appear to be … absolutely beautiful,” I said, turning and looking at her big juicy melons and then into her sparkling hazel eyes.

“Oh my god, Akeem, you’re a handful and mouthful … stop it, you’ll make me run us off the road. My head is spinning and you’ve got me blushing all over.”

Just then she pulled up in front my home. I looked down at her thighs.

“I believe you, your thighs are all red, Mrs. Shields.”

“Boy, get out of this car,” she said pushing me playfully.

We both laughed.

“Let’s come to an agreement … from now on whenever we are alone together do call me Doreen. And if you find yourself thinking about me, think of me as Doreen, that’s my name … After all, I’m not even Mrs. Shields anymore,” she said, smiling.

“Thanks for the privilege Doreen … I think Doreen will be swimming around in my head a lot, because I do think of you often.”

“That’s nice,” she said, simply, looking down.

“And remember what I told you,” I said.

“What’s that darling?” she asked, looking at me with those bewitching eyes.

“Keep a smile on that lovely face … don’t let Stan get to you. If he behaves badly just give me a call and I’ll come over and lecture him on how to treat beautiful mommies.”

She said, “I’ll do that, what’s your number?”

I called out the digits and she quickly punched them into her pink Samsung.

“Enjoy the rest of the evening dear,” she said, smiling so sweetly, my cock jerked.

Two days later I got a text that read.

Everything’s back to normal, and there’s been a smile on my face since we were last together … this text is not from the girl down the hall … it’s from the happy old lady.

I replied,

Same here with the smiles … I don’t encourage texts from girls … my preference is for women … big women.

I ended with an emoji with a wink and stretched out tongue. She replied with a shocked face emoji followed by one with a broad smile.

The next day, Saturday, I was on the street on my way to catch a bus — I had classes at university — when I heard my phone alert. It was Doreen calling.

“Hi sweetie, I’m trying to guess what you could possibly be doing on this lovely Saturday morning,” she said in a soft seductive voice.

“Apart from thinking about a certain lovely, thick lady whose house I’m just about to walk pass, I’m on my way to catch a bus.”

“I’ll pick you up at the bus stop I am preparing to go out too,” she said.

I was standing at the bus stop for about two minutes when her car pulled up. I got in and was instantly dazzled by her sweet perfume and freshly creamed thighs, a good portion of which was outside the legs of her short, pink cotton shorts, the crotch of which seemed to be struggling to contain her woman bump. I just couldn’t keep my eyes off it. She was also wearing a lighter pink and white halter top which seemed willing and ready to release her heavy boobs at the word go.

“You look sweet and fresh, Doreen,” I said.

“Thank you … you look good yourself.”

My eyes were aimed at the tempting mound between her thighs. A minute later she started laughing.

“I see you like my shorts,” she said.

“Yes, they’re nice.”

“I knew you would like them,” she replied.

“You wore them for me?” I asked

“What do you think?”

I gave a smile as an answer, then leaned forward and gently rubbed the dashboard of the car.

“This is a really nice car, Doreen,” I said.

She smiled and asked, “You have a license?”

“Yeah, it’s in my wallet — I drive my brother’s car sometimes.”

She pulled into the corner of the road, got out and walked around to my side.

“Hop over, driver,” she said.

I got into the driver’s seat and eased the car into the traffic, as she watched me, smiling.

“What else is nice?” she asked.

I glanced sideways and said, “Nice earrings.”

She quickly reached up and took off the pair of gold earrings. She leaned over and put them into my shirt pocket.

“They’re yours. You can keep them with you all the time to look at whenever you think of me — anything else nice?” she asked, smiling impishly.

“Nice blouse.”

She reached behind her neck and loosened the halter top. She took it off and threw it into my lap. I glanced quickly at the big boobs in pink and white lace bras, struggling to keep them from falling out.

“What else, darling?” she asked, in a very soft and sultry voice.

“Nice bubbies.” I gushed quickly, my heart beating fast and cock jumping.

“Well, now we have a problem … as much as I’d love to I can’t very well take these off and hand them to you,” she said, making a mock sad face.

“A little canlı bahis siteleri compromise?” I whispered.

Without saying a word or looking at me she gently lifted one then the other breast out of their cups, letting the creamy melons tumble free. I turned my head and looked at the breakfast delight of large brown areolas looking like little pancakes with stout chocolate chips in the middle. My mouth watered, my eyes popped and the car swerved into the middle of the road, barely missing an overtaking vehicle. With fluttering heart I managed to control the car and get back into my lane.

“We’d better postpone this game,” Doreen said, as she scooped up the blouse from off my lap.

‘Just one little thing, tho,” I said.

I pulled out of the lane and stopped the car, partly on the shoulder and partly on the grassy side of the highway. I turned around and quickly lifted one of the fleshy delights with one palm. I lowered my head and took the excited looking nipple into my mouth and sucked on it tenderly. I let my other hand drop between her thighs which she quickly drew apart, allowing me to cup the spongy mound. As I sucked on the nipple my hand stroked and pressed into the soft bump. She moaned loudly and rolled her hips. I felt her hand reach across and grab my erect tool, squeezing it gently.

“Where are you going?” she asked in a sleepy sounding voice.

“I have a couple of classes at UG that I can’t afford to miss and a paper to submit — today is the deadline,” I said, through lips wrapped around a chocolate nip.

“Damn … an extended postponement then, I guess,” she said in a disappointed voice.

She gripped my cock hard, and then leaned over, dislodging my mouth from the breast. She nimbly unbuttoned and unzipped my chinos and dragged my hard cock out. Her head came down and my head went into her mouth. She sucked on it for about ten seconds before releasing it.

“I want something to keep me until resumption of play after the postponement … will five minutes make you late?” she asked.

I shook my head, as eager as she for something to keep me as well.

“I hope no one who knows my car stops to check on me,” she said, giggling, before lowering her head.

She began licking and sucking on my cock, sexy little mewing sounds coming out of her stuffed mouth. I managed to lean over and slide a hand under the leg of her shorts, she bent a knee and spread wide for me. It was a task — a tight fit — but I got two fingers to go past her lips and lodge inside her pussy. All I could do was barely move the fingers about a little but she complemented by making quick snapping jerks of her big hips.

Five minutes passed and she was still sucking on the cock with quick bobbing head, hoping to make it spurt. She moved her mouth away and grabbing hold of the cock, pumped it furiously urging it to fire off. My fingers were being bathed in gooey stuff from her pulsating pussy as she jerked her hips wildly, seemingly trying for a double whammy — a, his and hers orgasm. She stopped the pumping and resumed sucking, her wide mouth and full lips tight around the cock. Another five minutes went by and once more she shifted to vigorous pump action and I felt the creeping buildup. When she realized from the telltale tensing of my body that I was about to cum she quickly lowered her mouth and took the blast.

As I shot my first load in her mouth I eased my fingers from her pussy and sent the lubed up middle finger into her tight anal passage. She sucked and dragged every drip of cum from my cock, swallowing hungrily. She continued to wriggle against my finger in her ass, but after a while abruptly stopped.

“If you wait on something to happen with me, you’ll miss a class … I can wait for another time … you’ve already given me more pleasure than I’ve had in three years,” she said, looking at me sweetly.

I eased my finger out her ass and she leaned over and kissed me with a flickering tongue that had remnants of my semen on it.

We tidied up and I drove off.

“Where are you headed Doreen?”

“Nowhere … I came out just to give you a lift after you said you were going to catch a bus … where could I be going in these?” she asked looking down at her short shorts.

“That was nice of you Doreen,” I said.

“Well, one nice thing led to another,” she replied.

She threw back her head and laughed, then leaned over onto me. I put one arm around her.

“So, you’ll be pretty much tied up for the rest of the day … too bad, you could have gotten to drive this nice car … Wherever you wanted, for as long as you wanted,” she said.

“Does that invitation extend into tomorrow?” I asked.

“It’s elastic … it could stretch that far if you want.”

“I want … badly,” I said, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.

“You haven’t taken anything to eat with you,” she said, looking at my file folders and note book.

“I’ll get something from the canteen,” I said.

“I can bring you lunch … if you don’t mind … just tell me what time you’ll have a break and I’ll be there,” she said looking at me earnestly.

“You don’t have to put yourself to all that trouble … that will be too much driving,” I said.

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