Carolyn stepped into the front room to be greeted by the scents of
cooking. She smiled, this was going to be a very special night. Through the
French doors she could see smoke rising from the barbecue. The tangy smell of
the rich Keiwe smoke reached out and caressed her form. She could also smell
the rich aroma of freshly baked bread, still warm from the oven. These mixed
with other delectable aromas and made her mouth water.
She heard a small crash and a rumbling expletive in a strange language.
In the kitchen there was a man. Though he moved through the room with the ease
of one that knew it well, one could picture him in other places easier than in
the kitchen. His slightly long hair was the color of gold, chased with red as
if it had freshly been pull from the forges of one of the Dwarvish smiths he
often wrote about. His eyes now were gray, not a good sign, but as he cooled
off they faded to a blue. He moved with some small grace, but obviously
favored one side, signs of an old wound or injury. He checked the clock and
looked at a small scrap of paper with a list of times and actions. He smiled,
things were going well.
Carolyn suppressed a laugh at the sight of this man in the midst of
preparing a meal as if it was a military action. But from the smell of the
upcoming feast he was well prepared for the task. She stepped back into the
doorway and rang the bell. Only a second or two elapsed before he was standing
in front of her. His face lit up with joy at the sight of his dinner guest.
The planning on his part had been worth it. Even the wait for it to come paled
in the reflection of the beauty that stood in the doorway before him.
"Please, come in and share my house for the evening." He used an old
world expression of greeting. Much like this man. A strange mix of the old and
the new. From where she stood she could see around the front room. One where
pictures of her host with other men in uniform. A shadow box with several
pieces of military memorabilia, the plaque was engraved showing it was a
parting gift from his SEAL unit. In the shadow box were various awards and
decorations won by her host in the service, especially in the combat he had
seen in both Granada and Operation Desert Storm. In and among these were
pictures of her host with several Rottweilers, under each are the ribbons won
in competition. She could just see down a hall, in it were pictures of Old
Honolulu.
He walks her over to the couch and asks her to sit. "We have several
minutes before I have to put on the steaks. I decided to barbecue. I find it
easier to cook outside. No chance of catching the house on fire." He smiles
at his small joke on his meager cooking skills. He walks out only to return
with a large crystal serving plate. On it is a substantial mound of bite sized
Snickers bars. He also pours her a large cold glass of milk. Beads of water
condense on the outside of the glass.
"I can't starve my guest. These should hold you until I can sear the
steaks and get the rest of the meal on the table." He then leads her out into
the back yard. Carolyn notices the fact that once they are outside the house
he places his hand on her arm and guides her to a large soft chair not too far
from the barbecue. He places the platter of candy on a small table next to the
chair and has her sit down. As she does he removes his hand as he caresses her
arm.
Carolyn adjusts herself in the chair. Knowing his preference she has worn
one of her most stunning outfits. A slightly snug deep blue dress made of a
clinging material. It ends just at the knee allowing a delicious view of her
large calves. The right side is split to give a enticing peek at the treasure
inside, a large thigh that jiggles as she waddles. She noticed his eyes on her
as she moved from the front room. He seemed to enjoy the sexy motion of her
waddling. The top of her dress was cut quite low to show off her devastating
cleavage. On the whole she was glad of the effect. As he walked over to the
barbecue pit he could hardly tear his eyes from her beautifully padded form.
As he cooked the steaks they talked of many things. He found her voice to
be as sexy as the rest of her. And she was very interesting. It took about
half an hour to cook the steaks, mostly due to the size of the steak he had
gotten her. He cooked it to her liking seasoning it ever so slightly. Once
done he took them into the house allowing her to bask in the warm sunshine and
finish her plate of Snickers. The amount was just right enough to whet her
appetite, but not enough to fill her up. She had a feeling he had other plans
about that.
He led her into the dining room. She stopped to take it all in. In the
center of the room was a large table made of polished teak. And on it was a
feast! She wondered who else was coming over. As she turned to him he looked
like a school boy that had been caught cutting school. "I got carried away
with the proportions. I guess my feeder side is showing."
Carolyn just looked back at the table, lit by several white candles in
silver candlesticks. The only light in the room came from the flickering
tapers set in the middle of the table. She smiled a slightly wicked smile. She
told him that the 'small meal' should fill her up. He looks down into her blue
eyes and then takes her in his arms and kisses her. Carolyn is slightly
shocked, but responds to his passionate kiss. Soon his tongue is probing her
mouth. After several seconds they both come up for air. Carolyn closes her
eyes and lifts her head. This allows him to kiss her neck and second chin.
His hands caress her belly and work their way over to a massive 'love handle'.
He begins to massage the roll of fat. She lets him lead her to a large chair
that allows her to recline slightly. She was quite comfortable.
The meal was excellent. The steaks done to perfection, though the shear
size of her portion was more than most people eat, over a pound and an half of
sizzling marbled meat. The rim of fat that surrounded the inner tender meat
was still sizzling as she sat down. The juices that ran out when it was cut
gave off a slight aroma of garlic and lemon. Then there was the potatoes,
several large ones baked to perfection. With a small mountain of butter and a
bowl of sour cream to go with them. The corn was floating in a butter-lemon
sauce. And the large loaves of bread were literally dripping with butter. This
meal would have sent Jane Fonda to the asylum. She dug in with enthusiasm.
Several bowls of potato and macaroni salads were within easy arm reach.
After two hours of eating Carolyn was reaching her limits. While she was
not uncomfortable she was slightly stuffed and any more eating would ruin the
rest of the night. She planned to finish off her host as a late night dessert.
He led her to the large soft couch. As she sat she noticed that her blue
dress was now slightly overloaded. The slit on the side had climbed due to the
dress riding up because fullness of her distended belly. As they sat there and
talked Carolyn lifted her right leg and slid it on to the couch to allow for
better positioning of her belly. This brought her foot into his reach. He
removed her heels and began to rub her calf and ankle. He then extended the
range of his ministrations to her knee and the sensitive area behind it.
Carolyn began to become aroused as he continued to massage her rounded form.
She looked into his smoldering blue eyes and wondered how something ice
blue contain the fires she saw within. She moved slightly to better position
her belly onto the couch. She liked the support it gave her hanging belly.
She looked down to watch his hands on her leg. As she did she was dismayed to
see that the overloaded dress had ridden up enough that several inches of soft
creamy white belly fat hung out underneath the hemline. She made a move that
required him to stand up. She blushed slightly thinking that he would see the
effects of her gluttony. Carolyn reached around her stuffed belly in an effort
to pull down the hem and cover the offending roll of fat. But the luscious
body contained within the blue dress was just too much for it. As she tried to
pull down the hem, the slit in the right side of the dress gave way with a
loud rip. Her hands flew to cover the several extra inches of flab that it
exposed. Carolyn looked up at him, her beautiful big blue eyes full of
wondering anticipation. What would he think, would he like it?
As she shyly looked up she heard a low moan escape her host. His bottom
lip was held between his teeth to prevent any more of an exclamation. He
reached down and cupped her sexy full cheeks that still had the tinge of their
former blush. He began to kiss her. This required him to kneel between her
legs. As he kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth, Carolyn's hands left
their position guarding the rip in her dress and began to run through his long
blonde hair. As her hands reached up his came down. They found the rip that
exposed her huge right thigh. Now he began to explore the exposed flesh. His
fingers traveled from her thigh to her bulging belly. Soon he was probing the
rolls on her thigh and moaning softly. He moved on to massage her stuffed
belly to help her digest the large feast. He expanded the movements to
encompass her large full breasts.
After fifteen minutes of this he helped her up off the couch and led her
to his bedroom. Following her he reached around her form and continued to
fondle her as they walked down he hall. Upon reaching the bedroom she stopped
dead in her tracks. The room was lit by the light of a multitude of candles.
Carolyn turned and embarrassed him. He led her into the room and began to help
her remove her dress. Within five minutes both of them were undressed. He was
tracing the tracks formed by her many rolls of flesh, while she toyed with the
hair on his chest. He positioned her on the bed and began to kiss her entire
body from the ankles up. When he reached her breasts she was on fire. He then
said something about dessert.
Carolyn sat on the side of the bed that sagged under her massively sexy
body. She looked up and shyly asked, "Dessert? Do you think I really need it,
lover? My belly is so big now it almost reaches to the floor. In fact I would
be more comfortable if you got a foot stool so I could support my belly on it."
As she said this he knelt at her feet once again. "How about if I
support your gorgeous hanging belly?" With that he reached down and lifted her
massive belly and began to massage it. The feeling was so good that Carolyn
moaned with pleasure. "But you really must have some dessert. We wouldn't want
you to pine away to a skinny bag of bones."
She opened her mouth to be fed an chocolate eclair by this man. Then
another and another. But as the feeding went on so did the kissing. Sometimes
he kissed her and sometimes she French kissed him. He tasted the chocolate on
her kisses and became even more aroused. The feeding went on as part of the
foreplay. In fact it was the foreplay. After over an hour of this Carolyn had
reached the point she was ready to orgasm from just the eating and the foreplay.
"God," she exclaimed. "I feel like I'm going to bust. I am so hot I can't
stand it. Please, do something about it, lover."
"Alright," he replied. "Close your big beautiful eyes and I will give you
a nice surprise." Carolyn laughed and told him she had heard that before.
But she did it anyway. He left her side for a second, but shortly returned.
She felt his strong, slightly callused hand on her soft right breast. The
feeling of his hard flesh against the soft fat flesh of her bulging body threw
fuel on the flames of her passion.
"Oh-h-h-h, " Carolyn moaned in sheer pleasure. She threw her head back
and rubbed the sides of her distended belly. Her panting breath could be heard
over the quiet moans of her host. Then the first drop of melted chocolate fell
on her lower lip. The next one fell in her open mouth. The delicious taste was
such a shock her eyes flew open. In the candlelight and the light of the full
moon that spilled in from the open window Carolyn saw that he held a bunch of
chocolate covered grapes over her open mouth. And due to her own excitement
her breath had begun to melt the candy off of the fruit. It was then that her
first orgasm of the night hit her like a winter breaker off the North Shore.
She was swept away by the passion of her own climax.
It was several minutes later that she opened her eyes to find him feeding
her the sticky, gooey candied grapes. He plucked them from the stem with his
teeth and transferred them to her waiting mouth with a kiss. A kiss drenched in
chocolate. She greedily sucked the offering from her lover and licked the
chocolate that had began to run into his beard. The fruit disappeared in
nothing flat.
"Oh, you are rotten!" Carolyn breathlessly exclaimed. Her breathing was
still quite heavy. He moved to the bed and began to massage her full belly.
His fingertips explored the folds and rolls of her bulging form. He traced the
thigh folds to her hidden treasures and allowed his four fingertips to brush
her hidden fruit. He then transferred his attentions to her twin orbs of
loveliness, her breasts. He kissed and licked first one then the other. While
he did this she found the eclairs that he had left on the table beside the
bed. The pile was huge! She took first one the the next. Her appetite had
become insatiable since he had begun to make love to her. He looked up and
leaned over her stuffed stomach to kiss her. Carolyn then began to lick the
sticky icing from her fingers. She gave each one the same attention she might
give an entire meal. By his heavy breathing she knew it had the desired effect.
It was effecting her too!
"You missed some." He panted. "Where?? I don't want to miss out on any of
these luscious calories." She asked while turning her surprisingly slender
hands over to find the missing chocolate.
"Right here, " he said while taking her left hand in his. Once again she
marveled that hands so hard and strong could be so gentle. He lifted her hand
to his mouth and placed her little finger in his warm mouth to the very last
knuckle. He then sucked the icing off her finger while moving his tongue over
her finger. The feeling was electric. A low deep moan escaped her throat as
she felt the waves of another, although smaller, orgasm flow over her.
Carolyn looked into his burning ice blue eyes. Damn, she was hungry!! The
thought of a eclair set her mouth to watering. She reached over to get another
one, but he beat her to it. She accepted his gift with an open mouth and a
waiting tongue. Some of the custard filling spilled from the pastry and landed
on her right breast. He reached down and scooped it up. He was going to eat it
himself when Carolyn reached up and directed his hand to her empty mouth. She
returned the finger sucking with interest. Her hot tongue swirled around his
finger and her white teeth nibbled playfully on the finger end. He groaned
with withheld passion.
It was then that he entered her. After only a few minutes they reached a
mutual orgasm. Carolyn felt she was climbing a huge mountain. Each time she
felt she could go no higher she felt anther thrust by her lover. And it would
push her over the next edge. Soon she was a quivering pool of lust drain
humanity. Her breathing was slowly returning to normal. She felt him next to
her similarly drained. His hand absentmindedly caressing a huge love handle.
She closed her eyes as a soft tropical breeze drifted through the open window,
carrying the scent of various flowering trees.
Carolyn looked over to her right and gratefully saw that there were some
eclairs left. It was a slightly painful struggle to reach over her bulging
belly, but she retrieved one and began to munch. It was even more delicious
that the first. Soon she had finished them all and was drifting off to dream
of sunlight meadows with blonde satyrs carrying huge platters of food.
THE END
by Bruce Powell