"Ouch!" the big woman yelped as my cock stabbed her squarely between her pussy and her anus.
I backed off a little, struggling to keep from dropping her. We had been walking home in the dark when she said "Gol darn it, honey, I'm too horny to wait 'til we get there. You gotta put yore pole in me NOW, dammit! I wanna get fucked!"
So I dragged her down the next dark alley and into a small setback between buildings, where I unzipped my pants and whipped out my charger. I pressed her against the rough brick wall, grabbed one of her thighs in each hand and tried to lift her. It was a struggle... she weighed nearly twice my 160 pounds... but I managed to get her legs around me.
However I was in a predicament. If I let go with either hand to try to guide my tool into her, she'd fall. Nor could her short arms reach between us, with her leaning backward to keep us upright. So I just stabbed upward, hoping my spear would home in on the hot spot of her cunt.
It took five false jabs before I succeeded in piercing her on the sixth. As she sank down on my lance, she sighed, "Aaahhhh, yyyeeeeesssssss."
My own bliss was cut a little short as her hands clasped the back of my head and pulled me to her... right into the massive pillows of her breasts. It was like having my face pressed into a huge feather pillow, where the puffiness of the pillow billowed around me, providing a wonderfully soft landing place... but cutting off all air.
I struggled and huffed and puffed until I felt myself growing faint. Suddenly she seemed to realize what was happening. Her hands relaxed and she turned my face upward. I gulped in fresh air gratefully.
She said, "Sorry, sugar, guess mama just got "carrot" away. Come on, now, poke me with yore broom handle."
Slowly I began moving, generating a pathetic fucking motion but managing some friction between us. If it hadn't been for the brick wall, I would never have been able to stop her descents but it was just enough help that I could manage to keep going... until she began to feel it.
My first indication that she was getting something out of the activity was her mouth. She began to say, "uh... uh... uh... uuhhhh... uuhhhh... uuuuuhhhhh... uuuuuhhhhh..." She interrupted my motion then by struggling to unfasten the top of her dress and remove her bra. As I got things moving again, she intertwined her fingers in my hair and yanked my head from one nipple to the other and back again, as if I was a wiper on a windshield.
Her heels dug into my buttocks and yanked me to the wall, just like she was spurring a horse.
She whispered in a loud, throaty voice, "Yeah, BABY! Come on, come on, come on, gimme that rod, motherfucker! Bang my ass, you studly hunk o' meat! Fuck this ol' mother!"
I took that as a signal that she wanted me to try to fuck her harder and faster, so I pushed back against the wall and began to piston into her now wet and slick pussy, holding my head like a battering ram against her cleavage lest she smother me... until I heard a wild animal cry of anguish. It took a few seconds before I realized that the cry came from... my own mouth. Her thumbs had slipped out of my hair and were in an intense battle to pop my eyeballs out of my sockets.
When my head jerked backward, she said, "Oh, sorry, babe. My bad."