Rain on the Late Bus
Copyright© 2025 by Dilbert Jazz
Chapter 5: The Strap
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Strap - On a stormy December night in 2025, plus-size women Debra and Susan lock eyes on a late-night bus, their mutual attraction igniting instantly. A simple invitation to wait out the rain leads to explosive, explicit passion—raw, affirming sex celebrating their abundant bodies. Over a transformative weekend and the year that follows, desire deepens into profound love, proving that taking up space together is the most beautiful thing of all.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Workplace FemaleDom Light Bond Spanking Analingus Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting BBW Big Breasts Public Sex Size Slow Illustrated AI Generated
The drawer slid open with a soft rasp.
Susan’s fingers closed around cool silicone—thick, deep purple, realistically veined, curving upward in a deliberate arc. Eight inches of girth that made even her significant hand struggle to circle it completely. A pronounced ridge at the base nestled perfectly against the wearer’s clit. She lifted it out slowly, letting the lamplight play over every ridge and contour, watching Debra’s eyes widen and darken in the same breath.
Debra’s thighs parted wider on instinct, a fresh pulse of wetness visible between swollen lips. Her chest rose and fell faster, heavy breasts shifting with each inhale, nipples tightening again despite the raw sensitivity.
Susan stood at the side of the bed, buckling the harness on with deliberate care. Black leather straps adjusted snugly over her wide hips, crossing the soft curve of her lower belly, framing the auburn curls between her legs. The base settled firmly against her own clit—already swollen and slick—and she let out a low, involuntary groan as it pressed home.
She stroked lube along the shaft in long, slow pulls—coating every inch, twisting her wrist at the head—mimicking exactly what she planned to do inside Debra. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. Debra watched, transfixed, one hand drifting unconsciously between her own thighs to circle her clit lightly, keeping the ache alive.
Susan climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between Debra’s spread legs. She hooked Debra’s knees over her elbows, folding her open again—missionary, intimate, inescapable. The thick head nudged Debra’s entrance, parting plump outer lips, sliding through slick folds until it notched right at her hole.
Susan held there, eyes locked on Debra’s.
“Tell me,” she said, voice low and rough.
Debra’s answer was immediate, breathless. “Fuck me. Please.”
Susan pushed forward—slow, inexorable. The fat head breached her in one smooth glide, stretching the entrance wide. Debra’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, eyes fluttering shut as inch after thick inch sank inside. The curve dragged perfectly along her front wall; Susan watched every reaction—the flutter of Debra’s belly, the way her thighs trembled, the soft roll of her hips trying to take more.
Halfway in, Susan paused, letting Debra adjust to the girth. They both groaned at the fullness. Then Susan rolled her hips forward in one long thrust, burying the toy to the hilt. Base flush against Debra’s mound, bellies pressed soft and warm together, breasts crushed between them.
They stayed locked like that—full, connected, breathing hard. Susan could feel the harness grinding against her own clit with every tiny shift; Debra could feel the silicone pulsing inside her from Susan’s heartbeat through the base.
Then Susan began to move.
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