Big Butt Chronicles: Holiday

"It's all right; do it." She gasped her consent silently throwing me for a loop.

Both of our hearts were thumping loud in our chests as I cover her prone figure with my own. I nearly finished as my entire length wedged in her warmth. My sack rested against her under cuff where her thighs met her butt adding to the sensation. Slowly precisely I began to gain entrance reveling in the tightness and heat of her forbidden area. Exercising a delicate degree of care still resulted in some labored yelps of pain from Jessie that gave me pause.

"Come on, finish it." She struggled with her consent sobbing prompting me begin pulling out. Jessie quickly bounced her pelvis taking me whole and intentionally tightening up. For the rest of that rainy afternoon we worked together finding a rhythm that worked. I managed to climax in short order filling her backside with an epic amount of my semen. We cuddled and spooned against one another after that listening to the sound of the raindrops hitting the bedroom window.

"I love you too." Jessie whispered into my ear right before sleep claimed me.

After that episode in our lives, Jessie was more open and sexual in private and public heaping generous amounts of PDA on me whenever we went out. She started to bundle up her figure less finding happy mediums in fashion for larger women that consisted of extra-large baby doll tops over jean capris and flip flops. Jessie never forgot to cover her butt with and varied assortment of oversized flannel shirts and jackets. I'd never tell her that it did nothing to hide her butt, actually drawing attention to it because of the not so subtle bounce and sway whenever she moved. Jessie surprised me by relating a story of bullying during her freshman year of high school when being accosted by some offended classmates in the girl's locker room during gym class.

Jessie's parents perhaps foreseeing the dangers of allowing their young overdeveloped daughter to enter public school had pooled their resources to send her to an all-girls academy. It made perfect sense that she would be safe in a single gender school. Jessie's body was noticed by some girls from the volleyball team who promptly relieved her of her skirt in dramatic fashion. She endured torturous hazing by the girls that included being stripped from the waist down and tossed out onto the gym floor in front of her peers. It had proved devastating to her fragile psyche as some of the bullies started even referring to her using the N-word. Jessie was often told to go to school in the ghetto with the blacks because of her lower body and tossed around in the halls. She kept it from her parents long enough before finishing up her senior year home schooled. When I met her, Jessie was taking some online college courses. I hadn't really given it much thought until I was told that story one night after we were together.

That story probably should have stuck in my head one summer afternoon when I found myself at a crowded summer festival in the park. I'd taken the day off work while Jessie completed a half day at her waitressing job. We were going to enjoy a nice summer date at the park before heading home for a week of love making. Both of us timed our vacations perfectly to coincide with one another for maximum enjoyment. The morning of the festival Jessie had gone to work in a sundress I'd picked up for her off the net. I'd bought the cream-colored number because I thought it would look nice on her around the house. Jessie was more than comfortable with me and took to wearing a lot of skimpier clothing for my enjoyment. Imagine my surprise when she bid me farewell that morning in what had to be an incredible stepping stone in becoming comfortable with her body. Hours later I'd already set up our spot under a tree facing a stage where some musical acts were about to occur. The park had filled quickly to capacity with droves of visitors obscuring my vision of the adjacent street where Jessie would most likely arrive.

There were all manner of jumpers, rides and playground areas set up for kids. There was even a petting zoo adjacent to some basketball and tennis courts. A version of Deee-Lite's "Bittersweet Loving" filled the air adding to the festivities. I sprawled out on the blanket stretching and enjoying the atmosphere checking my phone for messages. The night before Jessie had put on an inspired sexual performance that left me addled in a happy slumber. I'm not ashamed to admit jerking it after she flashed her fullback panties at me before bouncing out the front door with a girlish giggle. Unknown to Jessie I'd purchased a ring to make things official between us. I'd stared at the sparkling diamond that was the center piece of its flower petal design repeatedly growing more impatient by the moment. There was nothing more that I wanted to see than Jessie's face when I popped that small box open.

"HEY MAN YOU SEE THAT SHIT?!!"

"WHAT-THE-FAAAWK MAN; THAT'S AH MOTHERFUCKING ASS SON!!"

I was jolted out of my internal revelry by the budding conversation between two teens walking by and a growing amount of noise and chaos at my back. Horrified already suspecting the cause of the commotion I turned to find a huge mob of pedestrians congealing in a pulsating corona near the edge of the park. Even more people were running towards the source of the disturbance some bumping into me as I was carried along with the crowd.

At the center of the ruckus my worst nightmare was confirmed as I found Jessie on her hands and knees, her dress a tattered mess. Many police officers had already surrounded her night sticks at the ready doing their best to keep the surging crowd at bay. I was clipped more than a few times trying to fight my way through the mob to my girlfriend. Her face had been dirtied on one side caked with dirt from an awkward fall and her underwear was exposed. She was clutching what was left of her dress to her breasts wild eyed and crying. I was screaming her name finally making some progress by crawling below some of the scuffling people. There was a sea of camera phones recording the proceedings as I jumped up in front of a female officer who promptly gave me a taste of her nightstick on my forearm. The pain was excruciating and the uniformed attention relentless. I was cuffed and tossed in a pile with assholes who probably responsible for assaulting my girlfriend. Luckily, I'd already caught Jessie's eye and was uncuffed with an unprovoked warning to watch my step from the rookie that assaulted me.

"They wouldn't leave me alone; I was just trying to walk across the park."

The police officers left it up to the paramedics to get both of us out of there. Jessie was wrapped in a large blanket that one female police officer tossed over her body to dissuade the mob pushing in on them. The blanket was grass, leftover food, and other filth but Jessie would not part with it almost causing the attending physician to place her on a 5150 hold (mental illness). It was hard going after that with Jessie retreating further into herself than I'd ever seen. Local and social media didn't help matters either when assorted videos began popping up on the web. Jessie even made the local news the following evening under the "classy" heading: GIRL'S MONSTER BUTT CAUSES RIOT!! I bristled as the news anchors showed bought footage of Jessie being mobbed. There was the moment when she tripped trying to run from what looked like some teens near the basketball courts. I had to piece everything together using my laptop to reconstruct the terrible events of that day.

She had arrived using Uber which dropped her off too close to the basketball courts where she attracted the wrong kind of attention from some knuckleheads. Some overzealous thug tried to make time with her eventually becoming so frustrated that he snagged her arm. Jessie panicked as other guys began running from the courts with various intentions. Some kid in the crowd grabbed a handful of her butt prompting frightening her into slapping the thug across the face. The guy one Truman Brown with a record as long as I am tall didn't take too kindly to being struck. Jessie used one of her thick legs to kick his shin earning momentary freedom as more perverts reached in grabbing her body. Jessie began to run losing her footing toppling over. Truman unfortunately had a handful of the back of Jessie's dress which came away in his hand. The poor girl fell face first on the gravel sliding forward on her belly. The crowd had increased exponentially filming the entire event.

The multitude of clips were filled with loud ambient, vulgar chatter as Jessie's underwear had ridden up into the crack of her massive butt. No one tried to help her up initially and one jerk even reached down palming a massive ass cheek. My girlfriend wallowed on the ground trying to cover herself as best she could while some women verbally abused her. One of her breasts was exposed with a visible cut on it that she covered with a hand. The authorities rushed in quickly but it was an eternity for Jessie screaming for me. I even saw some posted footage that included my assault by the police and eventual reuniting with Jessie.

"I hate it." She finally spoke three days later in the middle of the night. We hadn't used our bed since the incident opting instead for the loveseat facing the television in the living room. Jessie remained bundled up showing little more than her face. I was at a loss doing everything to reach her and failing miserably.

"Huh?"

"This fucking body; I hate my body because it stops me from being normal. I just want to be able to walk down the street without someone shouting obscenities at me. I can't because I have this BIG, UGLY FUCKING ASS AND I HATE IT! I hate it." Tears were already running down her face.

"Baby."

"I don't want you to tell me how much you love me just the way I am; I already know how much you like FUCKING ME! That's really all we do around here when you think about it. You just want me to shut up and bend over when it's all said and done." She was ranting little realizing the insults she was hurling my way. Most of the people attacking her were black so I unconsciously served as a proxy for the recipient of her rage.

"That's not fair."

"Oh, it's not true; you don't want to FUCK ME right now?!! Be honest, you want some pussy even after what happened and would gladly take it if I pushed my DEFORMED ASS in your fucking FACE right now WOULDN'T YOU?!!"

"I didn't do anything to you Jessie; don't do this?"

"EVERYBODY WANTS TO FUCK ME; THAT'S ALL THEY WANT TO DO!! YOU'RE NO DIFFERENT FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD!!" She leaned forward letting the thick comforter around her body open revealing her nude figure. Jessie hadn't bathed since the day of the incident, there was a distinct odor wafting through the house from her body.

"Yeah, well fuck that nonsense Jessie, call me when you get this shit out of your system." I tossed the box containing the ring in her lap and slammed the door on my way out.

I found sanctuary over at my friend Dillon's apartment. We'd been friends since my second to last year of college. He offered me his couch for a few nights before he and girlfriend Amelia talked me into patching things up with Jessie. I was disturbed that I hadn't received a call from her in nearly a week since stepping out of the apartment two weeks earlier. Dillon didn't care punctuating his statement by pointing at his new age girlfriend watching us from her bedroom door. Amelia was nude and proud of her pedestrian figure. My eyes were drawn to her somewhat large boobs before Dillon reached out directing my attention back to his face.

"Man, go home and fuck your girlfriend." His crude advice resonated with me in a way and I was dying without Jessie. I worked up the courage to visit her at the diner and was surprised to find out that she'd quit. Jessie couldn't bring herself to leave our apartment and I panicked running home to find her out. Everything was in its proper place and the apartment had been cleaned. Jessie returned just as I was dialing her number.

"Oh, you're back." She looked nonplused at my presence as I noticed the large poncho style wrap hiding her body from view. My heart began thumping the moment I laid eyes on her.

"I'm sorry for leaving; that was wrong Jessie. I was wrong for walking out." I was sincere feeling the emotion welling up in my face. She wrapped her arms around me with a light kiss to the lips.

"It's okay I was being a bitch."

"Jessie."

"Let's just leave it behind; go wash up while I make dinner."

I felt kind of weird washing my hands and joining my girlfriend for dinner like it was just another day after the scathing attack she'd leveled my way. I didn't know what to do reacting badly and leaving her alone at her time of dire need. Jessie proceeded to act as if nothing happened explaining that she'd quit her job after landing a new one working customer service during the night which meant that our time together would be impacted. Her upbeat tone sounded manufactured and she appeared to work hard at looking okay. I didn't want to rock the boat so I just went along with it uneasy.

"I've joined a gym to get ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Oh, some changes I intend to make; I've decided not to let the world push me around anymore."

"Uhm, you're taking some self-defense classes?" Her laughter made me feel oddly stupid for assuming what her activities were. I swallowed my growing apprehension at her demeanor.

"No, I've decided to do something proactive for once in my life. You can't go through life bemoaning your fate and burying your head in the sand. I've made a decision to make a change for the better."

"Did you get a prize out the bottom of the box you read that shit from?" My response was spontaneous causing Jessie to get up from the table and sequester herself to our bedroom for the rest of the evening.

Returning home did nothing to change my sleeping arrangement as I made a bed of the couch. I lay there in the darkness looking at my ceiling wondering if I should even have returned. Lauryn Hills' "Nothing Even Matters" emanated from the bedroom as I began to drift off into the dream world where Jesse and I were still madly in love. Something felt different and I knew whatever it was had the potential to wash out anything left of us. I wondered if she even cared that I came back at all.

"Hey, wake up." Jessie was kneeling next to the couch wearing a white t-shirt with her hand pressed to her heart.

"What is it; everything okay Jess?"

"I want to ask you about this ring." There was some light filtering into the living room from the bedroom. Jessie was wearing the ring on a little silver chain around her neck. She was breathing hard, looking familiarly desperate. I tried to sit up as she leaned forward looking dep into my eyes. The extra-large cotton t-shirt stopped at the top of her inviting thighs. She was nude underneath and clean shaven with the pervasive smell of shampoo filling my nostrils from her wet hair.

"Y-you were going to give this to me-the day I was "assaulted" weren't you?"

"Yes."

"What does this mean?"

"That I love you and I can't imagine my life without you in it Jess; It means..." She placed a single finger over my mouth silencing me with a deep, soulful kiss. Minnie Riperton's "Inside My Love" seemed to play almost on cue as we continued making out. Jessie broke the kiss abruptly standing to lose the shirt revealing her nude body to me for the first time in weeks. She stood there in the darkness staring for a few moments seeming unsure of what to do next.

"It's okay if you don't want to Jess."

"I-I want to so badly." She slowly pulled the comforter away from my body exposing my embarrassing tumescence.

"You do too from the look of things." Jessie knelt taking me whole in her mouth in one fluid motion giving me a sloppy blowjob that had made my toes curl. My fingers dug into her wet mane directing her actions until I couldn't take it anymore. Trembling hands took care to avoid touching her butt instead locking at her narrow waist drawing her into my lap. The inside of her womanhood was especially tight and wet drenching my cock in her juices. Jessie began rocking steadily in my lap making love to me while her tongue worked wonders in my mouth. Unsure of what to do with my hands, I cupped her breasts taking her prominent nipples between my teeth.

She gasped wrapping her arms around my neck rocking her extraordinary hips against me with building urgency. I instinctively went to grab her huge butt catching myself at the last moment. I let my hands hover in the air while she continued working her hips against me. Jessie suddenly reached up roughly grabbing my wrists forcing my hands onto her ass.

"Don't deny yourself; I know what you want." I detected a slight harshness in her voice while my fingers acted automatically kneading and rubbing. My manhood became harder than it had ever been as I pushed her mammoth ass cheeks together humping wildly up into her contracting sex. I felt ashamed of myself pushing my face into her chest gasping erratically mashing our pelvis' closer together. Jessie planted her feet on either side of me bouncing hard on my cock until the slapping sound of her ass hitting my crotch filled the living room. She was being more sexually aggressive than ever before putting me off my rhythm. I had to do something to take control so I stood up taking her with me never breaking the connection between us. Jessie relaxed in what seemed like a silent challenge for some reason that alluded me. I managed to bounce her on my cock for ten reps before laying her on the carpet. I pushed deeper into her while softly caressing her cheek going in for a kiss with my lips touching her palm. She began lightly pushing at my chest until I reared back on my haunches.

"Hold on give me a minute; I know how to make it better. Just let me get over like this so you'll be happy."

Jessie rolled over on her stomach facing the floor with her arms at her sides. I couldn't help but stare at her huge rounded butt that rose high over her back. Jessie didn't move or say anything just waiting. Her waist just appeared small with her hips curving dramatically far from her body merging into her thick gams. Jess had some visible tan lines on her body from her standard underwear. Just looking at her had me ready to cum.

"Come on fuck me; use any hole you want." Her voice sounded plain, so uninvolved and pedestrian.

"Jess?"

"It's fine, you have my consent."

"Why're you saying it like that Jess?"

"You love my giant butt, you always have and I want you to have it as much as you want." She used her fingers to make her butt jiggle and bounce. I sat beside her drawing my knees up into my chest as she regarded me.

"Fuck me like this; you want to, you know you want me this way." She was pleading, her voice cracking with emotion.

"No."

"WHY?!!"

"Look at me Jess." She rolled on one side, her face wet with tears. I pulled my legs closer together in a weak attempt to hide my erection. There was something wrong and I was willing to put my libido aside to find out. My eyes danced across the perfect curve of her hip. Some of her wet brunette locks obscured her face.

"I love you Jessica Eliana Antoni; I LOVE all of you every bit of you always and forever." I rarely used her first name when we spoke limiting it to times when I wanted her to know how serious the situation was.

"Then why won't you fuck me?"

"I've never fucked you since we've been together; we have always made love." I pushed her down kissing her softly while I entered her body. She struggled a little bit before melting into me locking her powerful legs into the small of my back. Jessie was dripping wet and incredibly tight moving now in perfect synch with me until I was lost in her voluptuous figure and dewy eyes. She always seemed as if she never stopped despairing about one thing or another. It made me try that much harder to make her smile. I wanted my girlfriend to know that I would always be there for her in any way she required. Her calves dug painfully into my back nearly snapping me in two as the first throws of an orgasm hit her. I wanted to cum with her speeding up my actions to catch up with her. A wet, squelching sound filled the living room as we rutted with wild abandon.