Modern Mandingo

Melani’s body type was listed as Big & Beautiful on her profile.  Her only photo was a point of view shot of her thick, brown thighs in a bubble bath surrounded by candles.  After a few messages back and forth, we exchanged face pictures.  Her Samoan face was chubby and pretty as I’d expected it to be and I wasn’t disappointed.  She approved of my face and body photos, so we traded numbers and chatted over the phone for a bit.  Melani mentioned in a previous email that she didn’t have a full-body photo to show me, so I asked her to describe herself.  She said that she was Queen Latifah’s size, which I was definitely okay with.  So, she gave me her address and I drove to meet her.

Her house sat in the middle of a narrow, poorly lit street with parked cars cramped together on both sides;  the houses along the street were just as bundled.  I found a space in between two vehicles that had just enough room for a skilled parallel-parker like myself to fit into, as long as neither of those cars needed to move.

There wasn’t a light on in the front of the house and I could barely make way of the cement path leading towards the front door.  As I got closer, the door opened and the light from a television in the background illuminated the silhouette of a large and pudgy figure standing behind a screen door.

“Did you find a place to park?”  the figure asked.

“Yeah, there was a spot not too far away.”

The tubby silhouette moved aside as I entered and looked around the living room. Unopened boxes were stacked around the place, clothes were strewn across the couch, and various cleaning utensils were scattered about. There was an adjacent room that was empty except for a few buckets and paintbrushes on the floor.

“Sorry about the mess.  I’ve been doing a lot of renovations to the house.”

I wasn’t as concerned about the living space as much as my shattered expectations.  A part of me didn’t want to look at her because after seeing the silhouette in the screen door, she was much bigger than I’d envisioned.  But I was there and I was bound to see her, so I braced myself for the complete reveal.

“Lemme move some stuff out of the way so you can sit,” she said as brushed past me towards the couch.

As the silhouetted figure of Melani walked in front of the tv, she was made completely visible in its light —  underneath the pullover garment, her shape had quite a few layers to it and they increased in size on the way down.  Her legs were marsh mellow stacks, similar to the Michelin Man.  There was a support bandage around one of her ankles, but her puffy feet were pedicured.  I understood why only her thighs were shown in the picture and the how clever she was to use the bubbles to hide everything below them.  And, she was very clever to deceive me into believing she was Queen Latifah’s size.  I’d hoped she wasn’t deceiving herself into thinking so.

We sat on the couch and had a brief chat about our lives and interests.  Despite her nervousness, she was somewhat down to earth and that made her a bit more appealing, but not enough to re-establish the intensity of how horny I was before I got there.  The conversation hit the moment where it was time to decide whether or not to proceed and I was hoping she’d reject me.

“You’re cute,” she said as she reached over and rubbed my crotch.  I wasn’t really hard, but there was enough for her to feel the impression of my girth.

“That’s big,” she chuckled.  “I haven’t had anything that big before.”

I wanted to say, I haven’t had anything as big as you either, but I didn’t.

Melani reclined and spread her legs.  She was more limber than I expected her to be, almost grabbing her own ankles.  The insides of her massive thighs had dark skin abrasions from walking friction.  The bottom of her belly sagged between her thighs and covered her vagina, but she quickly grabbed the sides of her gut and lifted it out of the way.  All I could think of was a pizzeria where the chefs roll and toss giant blankets of dough before they smear tomato paste on it.  I couldn’t see myself smearing any kind of paste on her belly rolls.

There was no way a man with an average-sized dick could get beyond her gargantuan loins and inside the small opening that was supposed to be her pussy.  I figured that I could focus and get hard enough to finish the deed, so I put on a condom and slid as much of my cock inside of her as I could.

Her pussy was tight and dry and my condom was rolling back and becoming tighter and more uncomfortable with each attempted stroke.  Melani pressed against my chest quite a bit and apologized for not being able to handle it right away.  My focus waned with her resistance and I wanted it to be over as fast as possible.  I was only able to get about half of my dick inside of her successfully, so I fucked her with just that fraction.  She pulled me forward and held me by the waist as her body swayed back and forth while her colossal globs of flesh smacked against each other.

I felt like I was belly-boarding.  I rode those waves of fat until her breathing got heavier, the layers of fat rumbled into a meaty tide, and she climaxed.   She didn’t ask if I came, nor did I want her to.  I slid off of her to the shore of the carpet and headed for the bathroom.

As I cleaned myself at the sink, I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed at the entire situation.  When I exited the bathroom, I heard Melani arguing with someone.  I didn’t hear an opposing voice so I assumed no one had come into the house, but was curious whom she was fighting with.

Melani stood in the doorway of the living room and barked into the phone:

“…because you won’t accept it! I told you it’s over but you won’t listen!”

I confronted her, hoping she’d move out of the way so I could slither past and exit, but she grabbed my coat sleeve and blocked the doorway with her body.

“Hold on,” she said to the person on the other line and extended the phone towards me.  “Tell him that you just fucked me with your big black dick and I enjoyed it.”

“What?  Who is that?” I asked, caught off guard.

“My ex who won’t leave me alone.  Tell him that you just fucked me with your big black dick.”

Melani’s stare was fierce and her body filled the entire doorway, so I couldn’t get by her without charging through like a linebacker.  I realized the hostage situation I was in and that the best option of getting out of it was to comply and tell this stranger on the phone that I’d just fucked his 400-pound girlfriend.  I took the phone from her and did as she requested:

“I just fucked her with my big black dick.”

“And I loved it,” she insisted.

“And she loved it.”

There was silence on the other end until the huffs of an angry man filled the speaker.  I handed the phone back to Melani and she moved out of the way as I headed for the front door.

“…maybe now you’ll understand.  Bye,” she said into the phone, then confronted me at the door.

“Sorry about that.  He bothers me all day and night about getting back together and I needed to let him know that I’m serious about not wanting him back.”

“I think he got the message,” I snickered.

She opened the door for me and we bid each other good night.  Part of me wondered if her ex was calling from one of those parked cars along the street, waiting to catch me leaving the house.  I saw some metal objects lying on the ground that would make for good weaponry, but I made it to my car without any threat of danger.

A rooster crowed from someone’s backyard as I was opening the car door.  The sun was about to rise and I’d have to go home and pleasure myself like I should’ve done in the first place.

Well, at least I learned how to body surf.

-MM