A fat black old woman story: seven steps is a short way for rewarding.

I want to share my story because I did not expect at my age to find a (young) lover and experience such delight in it (may it last forever!).

The first step: "Well, I accepted my new job in New York and he didn't want give up his to move with me, so I've ended our relationship." With this words a younger friend of my announced me that she ended her relationship with a fine young white man. They are both 32 years old and in the eyes of a 63 years old black woman like me, unacceptable to end a relationship for such a reason; I am old fashion by this.

"If you love him enough you could stay here with your job and be happy with him?" I said.

She responded. "No man can stand in the way of my carrier. I have made my decision and by the end of the week, I'm gone. A new place, a new job, and a whole new life for me."

I answered: "Just leave such a wonderful man for that? That's not fair and not nice from you and I think you're very selfish!"

"Well, you may have him. Comfort him if you want to. I've notified you two get well along together! Didn't you know I've noticed if he's passing you, he likes to grab you by your ass and you let him?" She laughed: "Maybe he like being comfort by an fat black old woman like you!"

I was shocked and did not understand why she had to be so rude. I kept quiet for a while. Then I got angry: "I think you better leave now!"

And she went, leaving me shocked. I knew I was a fat black old woman, widowed for 14 years now. My late husband was always fond of me, in those days I had half the largeness I was now and I remembered he could not take his eyes off me in all those years we are together. Yes, I did have a big ass and my breast has always been large. But my husband liked them and searched me several times a week to make love to me. But, I think as compensation of lack missing him, I began eating more and more. And now I admit, 14 years later, I am fat. I do not use the scale anymore but I think I am near 290 lbs now. Even my ass and my breast grow in the same proportions. I do not mind, I have learned to live with it.

During the days, the words of the former friend (I don't think we're friends anymore) kept my mind busy. Somehow, I was fond of this friendly, nice white man. He sure was good looking, blue eyes, we black women fond of, a nice bush of blond hair, and a nice slender body shape. We made a lot of jokes together and I have notified sometimes, when he was greeting me, his kiss on my cheek lasted longer then required. Also sometimes the way he looked at me, maybe because of my fat ass, my big belly, or my large breast?

I've also notified that, when he was passing me, he always lightly stroked my ass, as if I didn't notice; I let him because it's a pleasant feeling and didn't want his (ex) girlfriend to know he did. But she did as I now discovered.

But her words kept me occupied. I may be 63 with a fat black old body but I have got feelings too. I miss the touches, the lovemaking, and what it does to me. I sure like to comfort him and I needed some overdue comfort too!

And only those words of her loosen those feeling with me! What if. No! It is too silly to think off! But. if the greeting, the touch on my ass, the looking at me? I felt a pleasant shiver by the tough of it running over my body; I have got that special feeling in my belly and felt a light tingle beneath it. What if he feels really attracted to a fat black old woman like me? Should I give it a try?

That night I had a very pleasant dream about the young white man and me. But next morning, standing naked in the bathroom in front of the mirror, I rejected the thought. Fat, fat, fat; rolls of fat I saw in the mirror, a big massive black belly, and an enormous black ass, worth a mention for the Guinness Book of records. And I was certain; if this young white man saw my gray pubic hair, he would run away. I did not shave my pussy since my husband died because I saw no need for it.

So, the first thing I did was shaving it. I sat myself down on the floor in front of a mirror for I could not see my own pussy because of my large boobies and my fat belly. I took my time, first with a scissor clipping most of my gray pubic hair as possible, then spreading my legs as wide apart as I could get and began to lathering my pussy with shaving soap. Fortunately, I had a razor blade in provision.

Carefully I began to shave my pussy, one hand holding the raiser, the other one of my pussy lips. An hour later, after taking a shower, I looked with joy at my new born pussy. It felt magnificent as bald as it was! Feelings of lovemaking came over me. More then ever I wanted this young white man.

For the rest, I couldn't make better of other parts of my fat black old body; maybe he like my boobs, men do have some fetish for them and I have a pair, which always attracted men's eyes. And, maybe he like my new born pussy. Now bald, you could see that my pussy had fat puss lips, I think, as they should be, not a pair of flabby little skin, I'm proud of mine!

The words of that woman and the possibility of lovemaking with this white young man did not leave hold of my mind. But my what. if's kept bothering me.

A few days later I thought: "Why don't I give it a try? There is nothing to loose except that if I try perhaps he will never want to see me again. I have to make a plan."

I knew him that well that a carefully approach was required. And, if I did well, he would not notify; I knew my sub tile womanly tricks, he is going to ask for it himself if I played it well or else I can deny if he accuse me of seducing him. I knew what to do! First, I had to call this young white man.

And so I did; I knew I had to be very patient with him. He had just digesting the lost of his relationship. And I was right, the voice of this young white man sounded depressed and it was a short call. Not that he was impolite, no; he just was not in the mood for talking.

But I am a persistent person; I called him every two days at evening and our conversations became more relaxed. He got used to it. Then I thought it was time for me to wait if he would miss my calls if I did not call him. The second evening after my last call (I used to call around eight) I waited; a half hour passed by, three quarters, and then. the phone rang. Although I wanted to, I did not hurry to pick up the phone but when I finally did it was the young white man! Step one did ring a bell!

The second step: Now I had to come near to him! I have read in the papers the yearly Pasar Malan was coming. Pasar Malan is a kind of Indonesian marketplace where they sell Indonesian goods and delicious food (and I'm fond of it!). I knew he likes of that kind of event and I arranged for us to go for next Sunday.

I have considered how I should handle this. Shall I call him and tell him about it or should I kept silent and surprise him. It kept my mind busy for a couple of days. At last, I had decided not to tell him. I made my preparation; I bought a new set of clothes and some other woman stuff and painted my hair black (I was rather gray at that moment).

That Sunday morning I have to stand up early fixed my self to look as sharp as a fat black old woman could be and stepped in my car. On my way to his home my what.if's again entered my mind. What if he wasn't at home? What if he was at home and had a new girlfriend, I did not know of, with him? What if he will not let me in and send me home again?

Well, all I had to do is set through and wait what would happen. At a half past eight in the morning exact, I rang at his doorbell. It took a while but fortunately, I saw a sleepy head looking from his bedroom window.

"What you're doing here at this time? Is something the matter?" he said, "It's just half past eight!"

I responded, "I'm here to get you out of bed and come with me to the Pasar Malan".

"I'm not sure I'm in the mood to go there!" he replied.

"Well", I answered, "I haven't got up early and get here to be send home again. So open up the door and let me in!"

The young white man shook his head, and after a while, he opened the door. He let me in. I gave him a hug and said: "Well, if you get a shower and get nicely dressed, in the meantime I'm going to fix you a proper breakfast. So off you go!"

Letting him standing in the hallway, I went strait to the kitchen; I knew my way. Looking in the kitchen cabinets, I soon provided what I needed to make a delicious breakfast. I did set the table for the meal and waited. Soon he appeared with nice fresh clothes and I saw his eyes greedily look at the table.

"Sit down and enjoy your breakfast", I invited him.

Without a word, he sat down at the table and enjoyed the best breakfast he had in weeks; I was certain as I saw him eat! I sat beside him encouraging him to eat all I made, pouring in coffee when his cup was empty.

"So, feeling better now?" I asked him after he finishing the breakfast, "I'm so sorry for you you're alone now; I've told your girlfriend she's stupid and she's a bitch treating you like this and all you're done for her. But, maybe you are better off without her and believe me, one day you feel lucky it went this way. So, we are going to make this a fine day! Ready to go?"

I saw that the young white man wanted to protest but I took his arm and leaded him to the front door.

After all be became a very pleasant day, he bought me a sarong of a nice sea green color mixed wit light yellow and gold edgeways. When I tried it on, I looked in the mirror and thought I looked a bit like a big African queen.

I showed him and asked: "How do I look? Don't you think I'm much more oversized then I'm already?"

"Oh, no!" he answered: "I think you look gorgeous in it!"

"Bingo!" I thought, "It's going in the right way!"

In another stand, I saw a nice shirt of batik fabric, black with nice brass pattern; I also found black trousers to combine and I bought them for him. We eat some very tasty Indonesian food; it was a very successful day. You cannot image the glorious feeling I had when I drove home. Step two was a buy!

The third step: Two weeks later, I took him to another event. The young white man seemed to like my presence, I kept indulge him with tasty meals and many laughs. Within a few weeks I visited him every Sunday at home or he visit me at my home; still just in a decent, friendly way.

I have notified when we went out, many people looked at us. I admit that it has seldom seen a fat black old woman like me with a white young man. To let them know to mind their own business, I often grabbed his hand as we were a couple and I notified that he did not felt unpleasant with it and sometimes he grabbed my hand himself.

His touching, as he used to do, came back. Again, when he was passing me, he started again stroking my ass and of course, I did as if I did not notify.

Once we are visiting a parade, I saw three old women looking at us and I notified that the three had a forceful conversation about the white young man and me. I almost could guess what they were talking. Also, my companion notified.

I whispered to him: "I think those three old ladies are talking about us".

He replied: "Yes, I believe either".

Letting no opportunity fly, I whispered in his ear: "Don't scare up, but please play along with me!"

I wrapped my arms around his waist, gave him a kiss; not a regular kiss but one on his mouth, and held it this way.

The young man held loose and whispered: "That's not convincing these old ladies enough, we can do better" en tongued me deeply and long, just in the middle of the crowd!

I was surprised but also pleased because it felt very tasty. It gave me such an intense feeling that I got melting away and became weak in my knees. Bingo again! It was over 14 years ago that I was kissed so deeply and I enjoyed it until the last second when the young white man let loose of me.

It must be silly because I guess I stood still almost a minute with my eyes closed after glowing. When I opened my eyes again I saw from the corner of my eye the three old ladies shaking their heads and they forceful talking walked away.

The young white man smiled at me and said: "So, do they have something to think off! I hope you didn't mind and thank you for playing along!"

Quietly we followed our way; I sure did have something to think; kissing this young white man felt very pleasant. Now and then, when some people were staring at us when we were out, we repeat this game. Step three did play very well!

The fourth step: I began to notify some sexual interest from the young white man in me. I observed him carefully as I notified he was watching me more and more. I saw a sudden desire when he looked at my breasts. And, when the moments were available I used my sub tile womanly tricks to flame this desire of his.

And the weather was in my hand; we left the winter behind us, spring was bursting out and the temperature was almost like summer. I have changed my winter clothing into springtime clothing and wear skirts of thin fabric blouses, mostly white or yellow ones. I wore bra's that only covered a quarter of my massive big black boobs knowing they shine through the blouses, catching the eyes of the young white man.

And it did! It seemed he was looking more at my boobs then he looked at my eyes when he spoke to me.

I remembered one Sunday we had to take a small elevator and we were standing very close together because it was crowded in there. As I felt his body against mine, I began slowly to twist with my body in a way it was hardly notified. Was it imagination or did I felt a light bump pricking against my belly? I looked at the young white man and the blush on his face told me enough! And. it did raise my eagerness too, I had got that special feeling below my belly and also my nipples got hardened!

Stepping out of the elevator I thought: "Fine, we have to go down later!" Regrettably enough it was not that crowded so I could not repeat this. But no matter, other chances would come. As the young man decently kiss me on the cheek when I had to go home or he did, I permitted myself to take the step of a deep mouth to mouth kiss as leave-taking.

I was confident enough he would not reject it. So I did and my desire grew when he greedy kissed me back. Again I felt a hard on in his pants pressing against my belly! And I felt proud that such a fat black old woman like me could cause such reaction by a young white man! Step four was breathtaking as I could say!

The fifth step: After almost 3-month circumstances (I'm very patient) has brought it that far it was time to take real action. I was aware that I brought this young white man in such stage that his lust was heated enough for me to get some fulfillment in the end. He was ready for it and I was more then willing in an extensive body check.

To be honest, during those three-month my senses increased my longing for lovemaking with this young white man more and more. Maybe it is not decent for a fat black old woman of 63 to say, but with 14 years lack of lovemaking, my mind was in a regularly horny mood for this young white man, knowing rewarding lie to the very near future!

I have decided that it would be the next weekend for deliverance, as well for me as for this white young man.

That Friday evening I called him and said: "I have something nice to visit for us tomorrow. We have to leave very early, if you like to come overnight here it would be convenient when we have to leave in the morning; it's a surprise were we will go. I'll fix you a decent meal and we make it a pleasant evening, okay?"

I do not have to say there was not any visiting planned tomorrow by me. This weekend was going to be a weekend, as I desire for long time now; and my desire was lovemaking as many times a young white man of 32 could handle!

I had made my preparations; I prepared the spare room; I cleaned my bedroom and refreshed my bed sheets. I sprayed some lavender spray in it and made some preparation for some woman stuff needed for the moment to come. I prepared a splendid diner and when all was done, I went to the bathroom and shaved my fat black pussy as bald as a billiard ball; scrubbed my entire body clean and oiled it with a smell of musk. I also painted my hair black again. After that, I walked to the clothing cabinet and picked the sarong the young man bought for me at the Pasar Malan. After clothing, I looked at the mirror and was contented.

I was nervous, I admit, but who would not if a fat black old woman of 63 would receive the big premium after all the effort she made to get this young white man as far that he would make love to me! All my senses were telling me I was going for gold!

I was so busy making preparations the doorbell rang in no time and I hurried to the front door. There he stood, my prospective lover for the night. Only he did not know yet.

I let him in and, after closing the door, he kissed me; a deep tongue made my flame inside to an extremely hot heater. He stepped backwards and looking at me, he said: "You look fantastic with those clothes, you really look gorgeous!"

I noticed a look of desire flickering in his eyes. Well, as we black woman do not blush, but if I could, I would be dark red at that moment. I knew that nothing would be wrong tonight and that gave me a bit of rest inside.

There was just one small problem, how would I organize with this young white man to get what I wanted. A bit easeful now I gave him a drink and ask him to open a bottle of wine for diner. I have selected white wine because I did not want my prospective lover to be sleepy; oh no; I wanted him in maximum power condition.

I also spiced diner a bit to get the flame burning for a long time. At was an excellent diner; I was more relaxed now and made a few laughs with him. If possible and the opportunity were there, I touched him, on his hand, his shoulder.

I grabbed my photo album with all kinds of photos when I was young (and a lot more slender) and showed it to him. While he was watching it, I stood behind his chair and now and then I bended forwards to show something and telling about the photo. Of course, it was not to avoid that my massive boobs pressed against his neck and shoulder; as told, I know to do my thing.

Around ten o'clock I have decided it was time for action. I still did not knew how I should handle it to get what I really now desired. I gaped and said: "I'm going to take a shower and go to sleep. The spare room is ready, don't make it late because I will wake you at six!"

I hoped by this remark that he would follow me and made some action to make it happen. Before I noticed he replied: "May I watch you?"

On the spur of the moment I saw his face turned deeply red and he stuttered: "I'.m, I'.m, I'm sorry, I've shouldn't said that; I'm embarrassed, and I'm embarrassing you too. It's better I go home now."

It surprised me and there was stillness for a while.

My mind was assaulted with thoughts: "My, my, I didn't think of that! He want to see me undress, he want to see my naked body. He really wants it! How easy!"

I felt cheers and joy inside. Then I saw he was standing up to leave and quickly I replied, "Oh no, no! Please stay. I'm just surprised by it. Mmmmmmh, I don't know. I've never thought you would ask me something like this."

I paused and then continued: "But off course, you're a young man with, mmmhh, healthy, man feelings, shall I call it this way?"

The face of the young white man turned red more and more, and he stammered: "I'm sorry, it wasn't ment to say!"

I felt compassion for this white, young man but I could not resist stirring the tension a bit and teasing a little too; I am a bit of a teaser now and then.

I continued with a friendly smile: "Well, if I were a young chick, okay. But why a fat black old women like me? Please tell me, do have you fantasizes over me?"

He stammered: "Ehhh, I'm embarrassed to say, but one night I dreamed about you and now and then, when I get those f.f.feelings, yes, I fantasize over you, I admit. And looking at you now in the sarong made it stronger."

"Well," I said: "Maybe it's better to keep your fantasy; it may be a big disappointment when you see this black old fat body in the real".

I knew I would not go much further to scare him off so I continued softly: "Or. would I really do you a favor let you watching me?"

He responded: "If you let me, you'll do me a great pleasure and I will be very graceful if I may!"

I smiled at him and said: "Well, that's very clear said. I will allow you this pleasure, but less than one condition if you please. You allow me also the pleasure watching you afterwards!"

I knew it worked in the right direction. "How can I refuse if you let me?" he answered.

"Well, then follow me as you wish." I toke his hand and we went to the bathroom. There I asked him to sit down and he made him set comfortably on a chair that stood against the wall.

I did not hurry; just with a friendly smile I began to unwrap my sarong, you may know, a sarong is nothing more then a long strip of fabric. Piece by piece I removed this outfit which gave by every unwrap something more seeing of my body until my large boobs were showed in a big white bra that covered a quarter of my huge breasts.

I was looking at my prospective young white lover and asked: "Do you like what you see? Shall I go on?"

"Oh please do", he nodded.

I smiled at him, slowly unwrapping the rest of the sarong. I saw how my prospective lover completely was fascinated on every inch of my revealing body.

Can you image what this did to this 63-year-old black fat woman?

I felt very excited end every fiber of my body glowed. I saw the swelling in his pants grow and grow. His eyes gleamed when I whispered: "Still want me to continue?"

He just nodded.

Call me a tease but in the excitement of this marvelous game I could not let to say: "I think I better stop now, I think it's not right for a young man staring at this fat black old body."

"Oh no, please!", he stammered, "I like to see you and I think it's beautiful to watch at! You're really a delight to see!"

I smiled and teasing again I said: "Tell me before I continue, what's so beautiful as you say, my hanging boobs, my plump belly, my massive legs or my even enormous ass? I can't image you see some beauty in this obesity. Maybe you're just making fun of me. Please explain an old woman why a handsome young man like you like watching this old body, please tell me."

I knew, seeing his hungry looks at me that he devours me almost with his eyes.

He answered, "You have beautiful brown eyes, and especially the way you look at me now. I found your deep black skin gorgeously to watch. And . I admit now, deep, deep in my unconsciousness I'm aware that I'm attracted to women like you. I've just ignored it, but since my dream about you I know now!"

I gleamed and slowly removed my white bra. I saw his eyes grow big, I shook them a bit, and I saw him looking at them with admiration. Only now, my big white underpants did hide the last inches of my naked body.

But before I continued, I could not resist making a last tease. "I think that's enough for now, I don't want to place you in disorder. So, be kind and let me finish in private."

"But., but., but you promised. I could watch you!" my prospective lover stumbled.

"Yes, that's so." I replied, "A promise is a promise, isn't it? I'm just teasing you. I found it magnificently that you enjoying watching this fat black old woman undressed. So don't you worry, you have seen a lot of me now so the rest is for you to see too."

I placed both my thumbs under the elastic band of my panties and began to pull it down. I did as I had apparently trouble getting it over my big fat ass and then I asked him with a crushing smile: "Please, I think I can use some help."

He hurried standing up, kneeled in front of me, placing his trembling fingers among the elastic band of my underpants.

It was tight, it seemed difficult to get it down; I have deliberately spanned my massive black ass to made it almost impossible to pull it down. But my prospective lover was too nervous to notice.

"Maybe, if you pull it from behind, I will pull it in front." I said with a giggle, "I must find an other one because this one I bought when I was some pounds less".

He crawled behind my back. Again, he placed his fingers between the elastic band and start pulling it down as I did in front; and it worked. The reward for my prospective lover was that he was looking at my enormous big black ass; I am sure the biggest he ever saw in life!

While him still sitting behind me, I slowly bended down to pick up my panties so he could see my black, baldy, fat pussy.

Still bending I looked backwards to him and whispered: "Is that what you wanted to see? Does it cope with you fantasy .or is it broke now?"

"Oh no. it's even beyond my fantasy, never thought I could see something so gorgeous!", he sighed.

With a heave of sigh I straightened myself, stepped two steps forward and gave my prospective lover the biggest smile I had and whispered: "Now it's my turn to see if MY fantasy is the right fantasy. So, be a good boy and let me watch you undressed!"

"Did you fantasize over me also?" he asked astounded.

"Maybe I'm an old fat woman, but that doesn't mean I can't have those feelings no more. And yes, during the months you've defrosted, I've fantasized about you now and then. But I never thought YOU did! So., I really was surprised you asked me to watch me when I told you I was going to take a shower. Please., do me the pleasure and step out of those clothes, and make this old fat women smile!"

Well, it did not take much time, he only had a shirt, his pants, and underpants to remove, and while removing them, I was approvingly nodding.

I gleamed when I whispered with a throaty voice: "I see that your work outs went well and for a white man you're well furnished!"

I jiggled a little while I spoke. His dick stood rock hard and at this moment I had to control myself not to jump upon him; so much I wanted my prospective lover to made love to me and put his load inside me, but just watching at him was very satisfying at the moment and I enjoyed second by second of it.

"Yes, also with me it's that de real is much better then my fantasy! I'm going to take a shower now, you can sit down watching me, alright?"

With these words, I stepped to the shower, opened the doors, and waited to step in until the water had the right temperature. Then I stepped in, gripped a big sponge, and then putted on a big slash of shower gel. The water made my black, fat body glitter and there was white foam dripping over it while I was washing myself. First my face, then my shoulders and then my big, black tits. I lifted one by one up to sponge under it and continued with my round belly.

During all the activity, he was watching me until . the heat of the shower water steamed the doors and my prospective lover could see me vaguely. It was time to get into the real physical action!

I opened the shower doors a little and I stabbed my head outside and whispered softly: "Will you be so kind and wash my back?"

I did not have to say that twice, in few steps he reached the shower, opened the doors, and stepped next to me.

"Here's the sponge, don't hurry, take your time and wash my back well. It's a long time it has done because I can't reach it myself", I said. I turned around and there he stood with a sponge and a rock hard dick.

It was narrow in the shower, as he began to sponge my shoulders his hard on pricked against my fat black ass and I could feel it jump up and down by excitement.

"Yes, that's nice," I deeply soughed", that's a feeling I almost forgotten, so long ago."

I did not let my prospective lover know it was the sponging or his hard on rubbing against my fat black ass. I bended over a bit and I could feel his dick slid between my buttocks.

He sponged my back, my lower back, and then putting on some fresh shower gel; then he began sponging my ass. I sure was enjoying it a lot.

And then, when he softly sponged between my thighs, I heaved a deep moan and encouraged him: "Oh yes. keep doing that, it feels good!"

With the sponge, he used one finger to massage the slit of my bald fat pussy, I felt my clit swollen, and some juices flow. After more than 14 years being untouched I soon exploded, such an overwhelming feeling it was.

My coming was short but heavy; with a cry I ejaculated: "Ooooohhh. my god, ooooohhhh. ooooooooohhh.!"

I stood bending, leaning to the shower wall for quite a while, trembling, moaning. My, my what a delight, I felt privileged being elected washed by this white young man of 32. I wanted him more than ever.

I turned around and whispered: "Thank you, thank you so much! I have not felt as good for many years. Come, let me sponge you now."

He handed me the sponge and I putted some new shower gel to it and began to sponge him. After sponging his upper body, I took my time, I kneeled down and then I could see his wonderful dick from the near.

I tough by myself: "My, my, that's the one I will have much pleasure with!"

And with extremely care I cleaned this beautiful dick and balls.

"Turn around now." I commanded en he did. Then I sponged his back and ass and afterwards putted the palm of my hands at it and pinched it softly.

"Nice and firm!" I giggled and then: "Turn around again, please!" and he did.

I was still sitting on my knees in front of me as he turned around. The dick of my prospective lover was extremely tensed. For I did not want him finished in no time, as he later would do the serious work with me; I thought it was necessary to free him from this tense. As I had the intention to surrender completely in the coming love game and it had to last long!

Softly I grabbed with one hand my prospective lover's stirring dick and gave it a slow pair of strokes.

"Also nice and firm", I giggled, "What do you want this fat black old woman to do with it?"

With a throaty voice he responded: "S.s.suck it!"

I looked up against him and continued: "You really want this old fat woman put your. your. dick in her mouth? Would it pleasure you?"

All he could do was nod.

"Turn off the shower then", I whispered.

Then. it finally happened; first I held with one hand his superb manhood and licked it with my tongue from down upwards and back again for a while. Then I nibbled just below the glance, which gave to my pleasure it's strong reaction. And then .I opened my mouth, licked my lips wet, bended a little forward, and wrapped my lips around this young white man's hard pecker. It felt hard and warm; slowly moving my head, I began to suck him. He leaned against the shower door, watching, excited how his big dick slid in and out of my big mouth lips.

But the game had lasted too long for his poor heated dick; I felt the explosion rise upon his balls. Just at the moment I redraw my head for a second, a huge, white, warm load squirted from his dick right into my face.

"O my god, my god", he shouted, it was my lover turn to shake; so heavy was his discharge.

My face was splashed with his sperm. I wiped some of it off and again gave him the biggest smile I had as I grinned: "Sure you needed that! Did this old black fat woman do it as you like it?"

"Ohhhh yes, oooh yes!" he answered: "Just the way I wanted you to do!"

"Well, help me up and put the shower on again if you please. I have to clean me up again, I think." I smiled.

After cleaning up, we stepped out of the shower and with a pair of towels we rubbed each other dry. By rubbing off, his dick began to stir again. When I noticed I giggled: "Oh, I think I didn't do a proper job, it's still not satisfied!"

He smiled back and said: "You're exciting me, I think for now I can't get enough of you!"

"For me it's more then I ever thought I could experience at my age. I didn't ever image you want more from me! You really sure want more?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I'm sure! I want all of you. I want to watch you, touch you, eat you, fill you!"

I sough. "You really mean it don't you? You really want to." I stopped.

"You may say the word., I won't be shocked, so ask me.", he gently said.

I had the impression that this young white man would found it exciting to hear THE WORD from an old fat black woman like me. If I could blush I sure would, but there was not a sign of it on my black face. All I did was playing along and looked shy at the floor.

Then I said it: "You really want to . f.f.fuck. this old black fat body?"

He stepped forward to me and hugged me. "Yes", he said: "I can't wait any longer!"

And, to give some power to his words, he pressed his jumping dick up and down against my big, round black belly.

"You're convincing. Then, please, follow me", I whispered in his ear. Step 5 was splashing!

The sixth step: He followed me to my bedroom; and I knew he was watching at my enormous wiggling big black ass. In my bedroom, I laid myself on the bed; he was watching me from a distance.

And I realized . this wonderful young white man was going to be all mine for tonight!

I felt in a mood of wonderful joy; it finally would happen, I felt unstrained and even very naughty. I smiled at him and was jiggling my fat black old body; while looking at him with some of a naughty look in my eyes, I lifted my huge breasts and played with it.

After a while I whispered: "Enough for the watching now", and winked him with one finger to invite him to my bed. "Come here and make this old fat black woman happy!"

As my lover entered the bed, I stretched my arms inviting. He settled himself on his knees beside me and began to kiss me, first my forehead, then my eyes, my nose, my cheeks and then a long passionate kiss in my mouth; he began to tongue me again and I joyfully tongued him back.

With one hand, he massaged one by one my soft, massive breasts and my nipples. Well, what was like a game by watching me, it was over. Lust increased, not just by him, my huge body began to tremble, and I sensed that my lust was increasing too. He stopped kissing me and my breathing became heavier. My white lover lowered his head and began to lick my massive tits, sucking its dark brown nipples one by one.

It was tremendous; but I wanted to suck him something I was waiting for; while pushing his head onto the inside of my black fat thighs, I moaned: "Please, lick me, suck me, eat me, bite me!"

My lover hardly touched me and already I produced my juices! Carefully he licked with the tip of his tongue between my fat black pussy lips; with both hands he spread them apart and looked at them.

I spread my massive legs wide open and almost cried: "Please, please go on, lick me, eat me!"

As soon he placed his tongue between my black, fleshy pussy lips I sighted: "Yeah, that's good, that's good, good, good!"

He concentrated on my clit which I felt grow; it wasn't small but either big; just a pleasant, sensitive knob and he sucked it, ate it, bite it; I was loosing control over myself. My moaning became groaning with hefty breathing which increased by the minute. "Don't stop, don't stop now!" I groaned.

And, to give my words weight, I grabbed with both hands his head and pressed it firmly between my massive, thick black thighs.

Poor lover of my, at that moment I was not aware what I was doing; but in this extremely delightful feeling I sure molested my lover. I started forceful pulling his dick and became heated more and more. I lifted my head and clawed with my hand in the sheets of my bed, that excited I was.

It went so for a while until. suddenly I stopped, pressing his head even harder between my massive, thick black thighs and screamed: "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh my, oooooooohhhh my, ooohhh my, it's coming, it's coming!"

With the head of my lover still stack between my massive thick black thighs, I felt my fluid come; it was like I exploded. My god, I did not knew I could produce that much. I really must have been out of this world at that moment; I didn't gave my lover any rest and while pulling him I gasped: "Come, come, put it inside me, put you're delicious tool in my pussy, fill me!"

Don't blame this fat black old woman for this, image that you haven't eaten for several days and now you have a delicious diner in front of you; I think at that moment you couldn't wait either to begin.

My white 32 years old lover kneeled between my massive thick black thighs and I threw my massive big legs as far as I could in the air, spread them, waiting for the arrival of this white young man's delight. My pussy was ready for it.

Then . I felt it! The head of my lover's dick dabbed my bald fat black pussy lips.

Impatiently I manage to grab my lovers delight hard on and placed it for my luscious and hungry pussy entrance. The head of his hard on slid inside me; I trembled, I just cannot explain you this feeling. I got, after a lack for more than 14 years, being penetrated and I thought I was really in heaven. All my nerves ware concentrated on that one spot. I felt the head of my young white lover hold still for a moment and I could feel it pulsate.

With a powerful thrust, he drove his big hot hard on completely inside my eager pussy. It was breathtaking, this hot massive vibrating piece of meat inside me.

My white 32 years old lover waited for a few seconds draws back and shoved it again with a lustiness power completely inside me.

My god, it filled me complete!

I began to move along with the rhythm of his forceful pumping dick. Oh, what a delicious rhythm, each time this lovely dick did entered me completely; I contracted my pussy lips as if I wanted to hold this forever.

I did not want to stop this. But probably it must be my young white lover didn't had a pussy for a long time because I felt this tensing by him; he began to unload and I felt a big mass of his hot semen squirt inside my pussy.

For more then half a minute, I felt his heavy load filling me. My young white lover groaned with happiness and felt upon my old black fat black body. I gripped him by his buttocks and moaned: "Please, don't redraw, stay in me!"

He buried his head between my large black boobs, kissing them.

We lay there for a quite a while; but I had not have enough of it yet.

I was sure my young white lover could do his job again. "I have to go for the bathroom so rest a while I'll be back soon." I whispered in his ear.

As he redraw, rolling beside me, I felt his sperm drip from my pussy between my fat black buttocks and I had to stand up quickly to not wet the sheets; I knew most men don't like that! I pinched my pussy lips as hard as I could and went to the bathroom. There I did my womanly thing, what is not of your concern. But as I left the bathroom, I had a clean pussy, ready for my young white lover again.

As I entered the bedroom, I saw my young white lover lie on the bed; his eyes closed, his delicious dick still half erected.

Really, the sight of it did stir my juices or it must be that some leftover of the semen of my young white lover left my pussy. Call me a wicked old fat woman, you may, but please understand I had almost lived 15 years without this wonderful lovemaking. So please, be gentle with your judgment for me.

Anyway, I crawled upon the bed beside to him on knees, bend forward, and cleaned this fabulous dick of his with a half warm piece of cloth I brought from the bathroom.

Then, while I was swaying my large black boobs with the tip of my nipples over his body, I whispered in my young white lover: "My fantastic lover, you will do me a big favor, please do me one more time. Do you think you can manage?"

My young white lover gave me the biggest smile and while stroking my fat black ass, he answered: "It depends, if you do the right thing for me?"

I knew this time he was teasing me because I saw his delicious dick rise again. I lowered my head down and began to lick his big shaft from beneath upwards and down again. A little pat on my head indicated me that he likely wanted to put me his lusty hard on in my mouth. I opened my mouth and began to lick this fine piece of meat by his glance. Now and then, I sucked his hard on or toke as much as I could of his meat inside my mouth. And it was far too big to take it all!

A little pull on my left massive leg told me he wants me above him. I lifted my massive left leg and placed me above him without leaving his hard on out my mouth. "Oh, he going to pleasure me again, he will!" I cheered softly inside.

I lowered my big, fat black ass slowly down until my fat black bald pussy was just above my young white lover's mouth. When he entered his tongue between my pussy lips I began to tremble again, such a delicious feeling it was.

I toke care that this time I did not throttle him, no, I kept my fat black ass on the right height above him by spreading my black, massive legs in the right position. Oh my, what a delightful feeling it was, I felt my juices ran again and I became lecherous more and more. I almost forgot to suck my young white lover's hard on and all I could do was moan and groan.

"Come", I sighed, "do me, do me good!"

My young white lover crawled from underneath me and placed himself behind my massive fat black ass. I lay there, my head on the sheet, hands holding the end of the bed, legs spread and my massive fat black ass high in the air, waiting in silence for the arrival of my young white lover's heavenly, big peace of hard meat.

He placed his hand on both my fat, black ass and I felt his dick slid between my buttocks.

For a moment I was in a bit of a panic; "He wouldn't . place his fantastic tool. inside my ass, would he?"

As I told before, I am an old fashion woman sometimes and I am certain by this: a man's dick belongs to put in a woman's pussy, not in her ass! I have never been taken in that way and hope I will never will be.

It seemed to last a very long time as I felt his dick between my ass and I hesitated, if my lover wanted to put it there. If I would refuse, what would his reaction be?

But with relief, I have noticed the head of his marvelous dick slid further down until I felt it pressed against my juicy, bald black pussy. I spread my massive legs a bit wider and lifted my fat black ass as high as I could.

Again, I felt the tip of his dick pressing against my fat black pussy lips. My breath was taken away when I have been completely poked within the second by my young white lover's hard piece of meat.

He held it that way for a moment, I felt the head if his dick pulsate inside my pussy and I responded by contracting my fat black pussy lips.

He started to pump me: out. in! ooooooohh my, what a lovely feeling!

Out. in! ooh my, what a privilege being tooled by such a wonderful hard piece of meat! Out. in! keep on my white lover; you do me well this way, go on! Out. in! don't stop now; you do your work goooo.d! Out. in! don't stop, don't stop now! Out. in! Ayaya, yes, faster, faster! Out. in! oooh my Goddd, my juices, I feel my juices coming!

That moment, he slapped me firmly but short with one hand on my big black ass; as I was not excited enough, this made it even more! Slap, slap! Again and again!

It really drove me wild, I had no control by myself as I cried: "Yesss do, do anything you like, do anything!" Then. my big black old body began to shaken, to shaken, to shaken as it would never stop. As my juices began to flow, I felt the dick of my lover pulsate as I felt the warm stream of his seed filling the inside of my fat pussy.

One. two. three. four. well, this young, white lover had really a big load, five.; and I felt gratefully to receive from him!

I heard myself groan: "Oooh yes, come, give me all you have, give it to me, give it all!"

My marvelous white lover just sighted as he collapsed on my old big black shaking body.

I do not know for how long, but we were lie in that position for quite a while. I felt his half erected dick plopping out of my fat, fulfilled pussy. He rolled beside me.

And fulfilled it was; I had so much of extensive seed in me that I could not kept it all inside of me. I felt the mixture of his warm seed and mine dripping out of my fat pussy so I quickly stood up and went to the bathroom to do my womanly thing again.

As I went back my magnificent young white lover lie under the quilt, deep asleep.

I quietly lie myself beside him but I could not sleep. The feeling was still too overwhelming, but finally I dozed off in a very pleasant dream. Step six was surely fulfilling!

The seventh step: I had a short night sleep but I woke up with a very pleasant feeling, felt fantastic and full of energy! My young white lover was still asleep and I went to the bathroom to made myself clean, freshen up, and did other womanly things.

I went to the kitchen to make a nice breakfast for my fantastic lover. Of course, fried eggs to made him recover from his tremendous effort last night! I took my time until ten o'clock and went with the breakfast to the bedroom (for those who are curious, I still was in the nude).

I got some extra pillows and position me next to my sleeping white lover and woke him with a kiss: "Wake up, sleepy head, I've got a nice breakfast for us made."

Somewhat dazed my marvelous young white lover opened his eyes. I putted some pillows against the head of the bed so he could sit comfortable and we enjoyed the breakfast and the coffee I made.

We all did it in silence, just smiling at each other, sometimes touching and no words was needed to made clear I want to continue were we ended last night; kissing, licking, eating and most of all. being penetrated again.

My young white lover went to the bathroom to clean and when he got back, he did not disappoint me. We took our time and he managed to fill me up twice again that day!

There is no need to say that regular he stayed the night with me or I went to his home to stay. For that we continued for it for more then a year and we discover our lust for each other didn't decrease; on the contrary, we still made love like it was for the first time! It made me longing for more and more as if I had to catch up for those 14 years of not being penetrated that way.

Being aware that I still remain a fat black old woman, I have tried to do something about my weight but did not succeed. It did not seem to bother my young white lover. All I could do was keeping my fat black pussy clean, shaved, and ready to make my young white lover as happy as could be (and of course myself).

And he seemed to be satisfied by it; I notified it each time he penetrated me, his delightful peace of meat stayed as vigorous as it was at the first time.

Now and then, I asked him if he isn't interested in a young, slender woman but every time he responded by saying he wouldn't trade me if he could have three of them!

"I've finally got my kind of woman I secretly wanted without being aware all those years!" he reassured me.

I was very flattered when he suggested me either I moved in with him or he moved in with me. "So we can be together every night!" he smiled.

As I have the biggest house of us, we decided that he moved in with me.

To avoid some gossip (I do have some family staying over some time) we furnished the spare room with some furniture of his for made it look, as I am his landlady.

And for the neighbour hood, we are. In the beginning a female neighbour, some older than me, asked me with a grin if my tenant was visiting my bedroom once and a while. I kept silence for a while, looking her straight in the eyes and answered by saying: "Do you suggest that if he isn't me YOU are interested in him? Would you like me to arrange it for you?"

The woman blushed and disappeared within a second, avoiding me for months.

Later, when my young white lover came home from work, we had many laughs about it. Now and then, I teased him that he wore me out too much and then I suggested he would release himself for some nights with the female neighbour.

And he teased me in return: "Maybe when I got tired of you, I will!" And then. we made love in a very fierce and noisy way as if we wanted the neighbour to hear us!

For one year, I live with my young white lover and next week I will be 65 (that called to be a special celebration with him). Still we are insatiable at each other; now and then I am amazed how this old fat black body could keep such a delicious young man hungry for me! Yes, step seven is rewarding and rewarding.

Maybe some of you women like me recognize them in me and also have that still, deep wish of getting rid by that fidgety sexual feeling that frequently visit you as it did me. I am certain some young man (either black or white) you will meet will give you more than a superficial eye; do not hesitate but use your womanly skills to fulfill your hungry needs. You may be rewarded, over and over again and as long as you want if you go for it. If you manage to keep your young lover happy, he never wants to leave you, as mine did not. Be aware to stay in good health and especially in good condition because these youngsters have the capability to inject you over and over again (and that's what you want, don't you?)