Feeding Yvette

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Feeding Yvette”Oh. My. God, this is the girl I saw here last week,” – said Mike quietly, pointing discreetly at a girl who just walked into the restaurant. I followed his gesture and saw her as well. My mouth went dry instantly, rivaled only by the instant stirring in my pants.You see, me and Mike are long-time friends and roommates. When we were teenagers together, we discovered that among other things we have in common, we share the preference for a certain type of women’s figures. Well, not quite. Mike likes big girls. Big boobs, big asses, big everything. Me, I like fat girls: it’s not the size that does it for me, it’s the softness. But most of the time that point was not valid. Neither was it this time. The girl that came in was both big and fat. Very big and very fat, easily around 400 pounds. Her top was a size or two too small for her, clinging to her breasts, – on a thin girl, those would have seemed huge, but on her figure they seemed quite smallish – clinging to the rolls of fat on her sides, leaving her tattooed shoulders bare. She was wearing low-rise jeans, her belly hanging over the waistband, jiggling with every step she took. “Oh my God is right,” – I told Mike, – “I want her.””- I told you, dude.”Ever since college, we decided that when we fell for the same girl, we should not fight, but instead should get her to sleep with both of us, separately or both at once, her choice. It worked very well, with very few glitches. In the meanwhile, the lovely fat girl sat down, her abundant ass cheeks overflowing the chair. If she weren’t wearing jeans, I am sure that the sides of her ass would actually hang down from the chair’s edges. She ordered a cup of coffee and two cannolis, and settled down to wait, staring into distance. I sat watching her lovely face. Her cheeks were round and fat, and very smooth. She had huge beautiful eyes and a very small, delicate mouth with a subtle curve of the lips. Her nose was straight, short and incredibly cute, pierced with a small ring on the side. She wore her hair short, but not too short. There was a flowery tattoo on her left shoulder.Her coffee arrived, and I watched her open her lovely mouth and taste the cream-filled tube of a cannoli, her tongue darting out for a brief second. Then she gave a content sigh and bit into the pastry. The movement of her face when she chewed was mesmerizing, as both her cheeks and her perfectly rounded double chin wobbled a little.I signaled the waiter and handed him a $20 bill. “Bring that girl over there a large rum raisin and vanilla sundae,” – I told him, – “and another one, hmmm, let’s see, make it chocolate and butter pecan. Tell her this is courtesy of the two gentlemen at the bar,” – I indicated Mike and myself, – “and keep the change.” She was halfway through her second pastry, when ice cream arrived at her table. We watched her eyes widen with surprise, then her brows lowered, as she suspected that someone was making fun of her. When the waiter pointed us out to her, we smiled and waved, and she seemed to relax a bit. After tasting one sundae, then another, she smiled back at us, and with a nod of her head invited us to sit at her table.Mike and I walked over and sat on both sides of her. She was even more beautiful close up than she was from a distance – I could see the little chubby folds on her fat upper arms.”So, boys, what’s the deal?” – she asked us with a playful smile when we sat down. – “Why the ice cream?””We just wanted to make your day a little sweeter, Miss,” – said I, moving the ice cream slightly closer to her. She promptly ate a spoonful of it.”You seem like such a sweet girl,” – said Mike, touching her hand gently, – “so pretty. What is your name?””Yvette,” – she said, blushing. – “but really, you should not have…””Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful, beautiful girl,” – I said, stroking her other hand, so soft and smooth and small. “We would really, really like to sit with you and watch you eat this ice cream, Yvette,” – said Mike. – “This is Sam, by the way, and I am Mike.” “Nice to meet you, Mike, Sam,” – Yvette said, – “What do you guys do?””I am a writer, and Mike is a photographer,” – I said, – but please, eat.”You are holding my hands, guys,” – she laughed, and that was true – Mike was stroking the back of her hand with his fingers, and I was holding her other hand,, my fingers intertwined with hers.I güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri picked up the spoon from the rum raisin and vanilla sundae, and scooped up a little ice cream from the top, where it’s just started to melt. I put the spoon up to Yvette’s lips, and she looked at me with her huge lovely eyes, and parted her lips obediently for her treat.Mike picked up on my hint, and took the other spoon, the one that came with the chocolate and butter pecan sundae. She looked at him with sweet helplessness in her eyes, then ate his offering as well.We continued to feed the lovely fat beauty, spoonful after spoonful of cold soft sweetness, holding her hands and stroking them all the while. It must have been a bizarre sight, but none of us cared: both I and my friend devouring Yvette’s face with out eyes as she devoured our ice cream. Her lovely fat cheeks were blushing, her breathing grew heavier. She started to close her eyes after each spoonful, with a small whimper. As she swallowed, I could see in my mind the sweet, creamy food traveling down her body, transforming into soft, sweet, creamy fat and lining her smooth white skin from the inside, like it was filled with warm, creamy melted ice cream.”You are such a beautiful fat girl, Yvette,” – I whispered, letting go of her hand and stroking my finger up her arm, very lightly, barely touching the smooth skin, – “I love seeing you eating this ice cream. This ice cream is making you fatter and prettier. Each time you swallow it, it makes you fatter, softer and prettier.”I took her hand in mine again, and fed her another spoonful of vanilla. Ice cream was dwindling fast: fed by two men at once, Yvette was eating almost constantly. There was a drop of white melted ice cream that escaped Yvette’s pretty lips and slid down her double chin. I caught it on my finger before it could drip down, and slowly wiped its trail, caressing the fat girl’s soft double chin, stroking her cheek and Finally brushing my ice cream-covered finger across her full lips, offering her an opportunity to take it into her mouth. She licked the finger first, then sucked on it, the sensation of her hot moist mouth on my skin almost making me burst out of my pants. She even moaned a little as she sucked.”So fat and beautiful,” – Mike whispered in her ear. – “Eat, please, eat for us.”Mike spooned the last of the melted stuff into Yvette’s little hot mouth and we sat there, still holding the fat girl by the hands, as she was licking her lips and catching her breath. I put my other hand on top of her gently sloping belly and stroked it slowly, as Mike traced his finger on Yvette’s flabby upper arm, admiring the ripple his finger made in the girl’s soft supple flesh.Yvette gave a shuddering whimper, her grip on our hands suddenly tightened, her breathing became quicker and more irregular. She closed her eyes and her whole body started trembling, shaking and quivering, as she fought hard not to make a sound.”Are you cumming, my lovely fatty?” – I asked quietly, and she looked at me with those huge, beautiful eyes, unfocused, with diluted pupils, and I knew that I was right. Another shudder run up Yvette’s fat body, and she relaxed.”What have you done?” – she whispered accusingly at me and Mike. – “There are people watching. What have you done?””Shhh,” – I told her, st
roking her arm, – “nobody saw anything. But I want to see just how fat you got for us.””We want to see your beautiful body,” – said Mike, – “we want to feel your fat under our hands.””Not here,” – she whispered. – “Take me home with you, please.”Our apartment was a short walk away from the café, but it was also on the second floor walk-up, so Yvette was out of breath by the time we got to the first floor, and had to take a short break. So pretty she was, leaning against the wall of the staircase, her huge belly moving up and down as she was catching her breath, that I could not contain myself any longer. I leaned and kissed her on her soft lips, still a bit cold from so much ice cream. She whimpered a little and kissed me back, her soft, pliant body molding against mine. She could feel my erection firm against her soft belly. Her unbelievably soft lips were pressed against mine, and my tongue found its way inside her lovely mouth. After a few heavenly moments, I released Yvette, and we hurried up another flight of stairs. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri In our living room, I left Yvette along with Mike, and went to the kitchen, to find what I needed. Yes. A two-liter bottle of Coke from the fridge and a nice large box of dark chocolate pralines from the cupboard. When I came back, Yvette was standing in front of Mike, struggling with the button of her jeans, and Mike was stroking her shoulders and upper arms, talking to the girl in a low voice. “Such a beautiful girl,” – he crooned, brushing Yvette’s hair out of her face, stroking her cheek and neck, – “such a big, beautiful girl. Show me how large you’ve grown for me.”Yvette finally managed to undo the button, and her belly spilled out of her jeans, wobbling and undulating. She struggled out of her jeans and stood before us half-naked, my eyes devouring the soft curves and folds of her body, the vastness of her white dimpled thighs and her huge round ass. “I’ve grown very large for you,” – she said breathily.”I came up to her from behind and handed her the Coke, hugging her and sliding my hands over her sides and belly as she drank straight from the bottle.”Good girl,” – I said, feeding her a piece of chocolate and kissing the flower tattooed on her shoulder, – “nice, soft, fatty girl. Show us how fat you got for us.”Yvette moaned with pleasure as the dark, rich chocolate treat burst with flavor inside her mouth. Belgians know their chocolate, that’s for sure. The fat girl took off her top and remained in bra and panties. Mike took the bottle from her, took her by the hand and led her away to his bedroom. She followed him obediently, like a little girl, her hips swaying and jiggling with every movement. I followed with the box of candy under my arm. Yvette sat down on Mike’s bed, the fat on her ass and hips spreading around her like a soft jiggly fat pillow, barely contained by her panties. I knelt down in front of her and took a thick roll of her belly fat in my hands, lifting it and kissing it, pressing my face against it so it was fully enveloped by Yvette’s soft flesh. She was smiling dreamily, her beautiful eyes half-closed and her lovely moist lips slightly parted. Mike was behind her, caressing her back and shoulders, and stroking her on the head, whispering in her ear what a good girl she was for gaining so much weight, and how much he admired the hugeness of her beautiful body. I was busy stroking and squeezing her sides and belly, and upper thighs.Mike put his hands on the beautiful fat girl’s shoulders and pulled, making Yvette lie down on the bed. As she was doing that, I caught hold of her panties and rolled them down her massive hips and fat dimpled thighs. Yvette did not object to that, she just whimpered a little, as Mike pulled her down and kissed her on the lips. As soon as my roommate stopped kissing the girl, I produced another piece of chocolate and put it in Yvette’s mouth. She accepted it readily, licking my fingers as she took it in.We were lying on Mike’s bed, Yvette in between the two of us. She was on her back, and we were rubbing her belly, and taking turns kissing her and feeding her chocolates. She turned on her side and I got hold of her soft fat belly, squeezing and kneading it, my fingers sinking deep into her soft skin. I put my finger into her deep belly button and caressed it with slow circular motions. At that time Mike unclasped her bra at the back, and she took it as a signal to turn over to him.As Mike started playing with Yvette’s large soft tits, I was running my hands all over her huge ass, admiring the size and softness, and the way any touch produced a ripple on the surface of the fat girls creamy white skin. Sometimes my hands wandered lower, towards her pussy, and I could feel the heat radiating from there: Yvette was intensely excited by our attention. We put her on her back again, and continued playing with her fat, rubbing her belly, kissing her on her lips, her neck, her tits and nipples, pausing now and then to feed our beautiful fatty some more candy or give her some Coke to wash it down with. Yvette laid there, whimpering and moaning slightly, her legs parted to allow our hands to caress the insides of her silky smooth fat thighs, her hips moving very slightly. She was in a dazed state of slowly smoldering with arousal. She never even noticed me güvenilir bahis şirketleri or Mike getting naked and getting a few condoms ready. Mike moved his hand up Yvette’s thigh and found her pussy. The fat girl gasped. “She is soooo wet,” – Mike said, as he climbed on top of Yvette and in between her readily parted thighs. He started to fuck the girl, and her whole body was jiggling and undulating under his strokes. Yvette’s pretty eyes were closed, she was moaning and yelping with pleasure, as Mike’s movements became faster and faster. I reached for her breasts and started playing with them, rubbing and pinching her nipples, admiring her vast jiggling flesh. The beautiful fat girl cried out, her hands clutching the bed sheet, her hips started to buck, meeting Mike’s, and a few moments later she came with a long plaintive moan. Mike continued to fuck her, as I slipped another piece of chocolate into her mouth.Mike came soon after, and I did not waste any time taking his place on top of Yvette’s soft fat body. Her belly was amazingly soft and supple, like a water bed, yielding with my every movement. Her hot wet pussy was still incredibly tight even after being freshly fucked. I fucked Yvette for a while, and she started to whimper and moan again. But I could see she was getting tired of holding her legs apart for me, so I pulled out of her and patted her on the hip.”Turn around, sweetheart,” – I said.”Are you gonna fuck me piggy style?” – she asked coyly as she got on all fours, her belly hanging down so that there was no gap between her body and the bed anywhere, and presented her huge white dimpled ass to my eager hands.”Piggy style?” – I asked.”It’s like doggy style only I am eating,” – she replied, using the pause to drink some Coke.I signaled to Mike who immediately left and came back with a bowl full of g****s, just as I slid my dick into Yvette’s fat, hot, squishy pussy from behind and started fucking her, slowly and steadily, enjoying the way her ass jiggled and wobbled right in front of me, and giving it a gentle slap now and then. Mike got to the other side of bed, and started feeding Yvette plump, sweet, juicy g****s. She ate them one by one, moaning with pleasure as I started to fuck her hard and fast, her ass fat jumping and rippling, as if it was filled with thick warm cream. Yvette started screaming, arching her back, but then her screams got muffled: Mike got bored feeding her g****s and had given her his dick to suck instead. The lovely fatty did not seem to mind that, and so we continued to take her until she came for the third time today; then we traded places.The rest of the day was a blissful blur: Yvette needed a little rest, so we let her just lay there and stroked her belly for about an hour,
then we ordered some Chinese and fed her again, then I got so horny watching Yvette eat that I could not control myself and fucked her right there and then, bending the fat beauty over the table as she was finishing her sesame chicken. Then we went to bed again, Yvette sucking my dick as Mike finger-fucked her, then sucking Mike’s as I played with her fat and licked her pussy, then riding Mike as I was stroking and squeezing her belly and feeding her more g****s. Then we ordered a pizza and watched a movie, then went back to bed and made out some more. Then we went to sleep, all three of us on the same bed. I awoke to the shaking of the bed and Yvette’s moans next to me: it seemed that Mike woke up first with a raging hard-on, and decided to fuck our lovely fat girl while she was still asleep. I left them to it and went to the kitchen to make scrambled eggs with sausage, cheese and tomatoes. “I have to go, guys,” – said Yvette regretfully as she finished a third helping of the breakfast. She was sitting there, clean and fresh out of the shower, wearing my largest towel wrapped around her.”That is such a pity,” – Mike stroked her bare shoulder.”Yes, I know,” – she smiled prettily, – “but I am going to leave you guys my phone number. You should really come over and maybe meet my roommates.” “What I would really like to do,” – I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, – “is take you to the bedroom and fuck you just one more time. May I?”Yvette blushed. I suspected that she did not cum this morning with Mike, and it looked like I was right – my gorgeous fat beauty was still horny.”A man that can cook such a breakfast,” – she said demurely, lowering her eyes and giving me a little smile, – “may do whatever he wants with me.””You guys have fun,” – said Mike, – I have to write some emails.I took Yvette by her small, warm, plump hand and led the girl to my bedroom. Doing whatever I want with her sounded like so much fun.THE END.

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