Another Rabbit Bites the Dust

ANOTHER RABBIT BITES THE DUST By SeedBlaster Yes, it?s the ol? SeedBlaster reporting; this time from the great Northwest. I?m sure some of you may have missed me and the continuing chronicles I?ve posted here. True, there?s been a long silence but never fear, SeedBlaster is still here. I?ve been rather busy during this somewhat long spell of silence. I settled down in the outskirts of a medium-sized town, casting about for a potential target for my next batch of seed. It?s a somewhat boring place; quiet, rather idyllic but, as always, I managed to find a very suitable candidate. It seems that high school football is a big deal around these pars and, being a football fan with little to do on Friday nights I decided to follow one of the local teams. I showed up for the first game of the season and made my way along the bleachers, finally locating an isolated spot up in the far corner. To my pleasant surprise there was only one other person there, plenty of space for several yards all the way around. I nodded a greeting to the person and discovered it was a female. Once again, SeedBlaster won?t go into such mundane things as ages or dates; suffice it to say this girl wasn?t as old as me and the gap between us was impressive. During the first few minutes of the game I kept an eye on this solitary girl and noticed she seemed resolved to sitting alone; scores of other young people were at the game but this single female was alone intentionally. So I began a general chit-chat with her. Her name was Marissa and she had a pleasant, friendly face that was unremarkable other than she was chubby. Her brown hair was long and straight and her brown eyes were amiable but lonely. She was dressed in a plain ?Peasant?s blouse? and tight jeans that highlighted her slight weight problem. However, I was taken by the size of her tits ? big, heavy jugs that literally strained the front of her blouse. Whenever she stood to cheer or applaud I saw she had a big ass ? not really enormous but big and round and packed into her jeans. At the same time I saw her thighs were as heavy and the skintight jeans accentuated them. Marissa and I spoke of and on during the game; her voice was soft and cheerful despite her being alone. I said nothing to her as the game ended other than to say I?d probably see her at the next game. Marissa smiled sweetly and waved. Sure enough, the next Friday night, same time, same seats, it was me and Marissa. This time, however, we sat a bit closer and the overweight girl was more chatty. We talked about the game and the team (both sucked) and she let me know she had a boyfriend who was older and out of the country working for some volunteer group ? who gave a shit? But I was friendly and hoped I sounded impressed. The second game ended like the first ? brief goodbyes and waves. The next time we sat together, though, the weather was quite crisp and chilly. Being a football fan I had brought a heavy blanket and when I saw Marissa shivering I made the thoughtful gesture of sharing my blanket. We ended up huddled under the blanket, sitting quite close to each other; close enough our bodies touched and I felt her softness. When the wind picked up Marissa moved closer to me and laughed, ?Y?know,? she said in that a shy voice, ?some people might see us and think we were dating or something?. I grinned and edged closer. ?Is that a complaint?? I asked and Marissa blushed. ?Well everyone knows I am with Joey?even though he is away and won?t be back for a while?. More cold air made the heavy girl cringe and her soft body pressed closer to me. ?I don?t know how they do it,? Marissa whispered loudly, nodding at the cheerleaders. ?I guess they keep warm somehow,? I mumbled, my mind racing at how to get between this girl?s big, soft thighs. ?I always wanted to be one,? Marissa admitted with a shy smile, ?but my boobs are way too big?. I feigned a bit of embarrassment but managed to ask, ?Ummm?how big?? Maybe the girl was feeling good at being with someone older and figured she needed to impress. Regardless, Marissa lowered her voice under the blanket and said, ?I?m a 38DD?. And immediately ducked her head and turned away. By mid-season we had gotten friendly enough that I was walking Marissa to her car after the game. She had confessed her parents got on her nerves and couldn?t wait for Joey to come home and take her away from there. ?I just want some privacy,? the girl complained and smiled at me, ?I haven?t even told them we?ve met?. I was relieved. It was when Marissa was behind the wheel of her car that I grew bold and leaned forward and kissed her. The girl was surprised and froze at first but I had read the signs right and within moments her mouth opened and my tongue slid inside and swirled deeply. Marissa?s tongue flicked back at me and we kissed like that in the darkened parking lot for several minutes. When I finally drew back Marissa?s face was dark red and she was breathing fast. ?Wow,? she said, eyes wide, ?I never been kissed like that?. I winked at her and spoke softly, ?Well, if people saw us together before maybe they ought to get an eyeful?. We both laughed and the heavy-set girl drove off. I knew I was on the right track. The bleachers got to be fun. Under the blanket Marissa and I would steal deep tongue kisses when we thought nobody was looking. ?I feel guilty,? she admitted after one long tongue-swabbing. She lowered her eyes, ?I feel like I am cheating on Joey?. I slid my arm around her thick body and embraced her firmly. ?You?re not,? I lied, ?You have deep female needs that need attention. All you?re doin is taking care of them while Joey is gone?. Marissa thought on that for awhile and evidently liked my logic. ?I think you might be right,? she nodded and pressed tighter at me. Just after halftime, as we cuddled secretly under the protection of the big blanket, Marissa whispered in my ear, ?Do you wanna get playful?? I looked at her sharply and was rewarded with a wink. I felt her pudgy hand on mine and Marissa guided my hand to one fat tit. I didn?t need further instructions; I began squeezing and fondling, hearing the girl begin to sigh and breathe quickly. I managed to open a couple buttons on her top, slipping my hand inside and feeling a mass of smooth, soft titmeat. Marissa didn?t r to stop me; instead, she reached in with my hand and let me fill my palm with a big, heavy tit. ?Are you hard?? she whispered, her hand running over my thigh to feel my hard cock. She giggled and began to gently fondle the lump. I leaned back slightly and Marissa, a once-shy heavy girl, quickly felt for my zipper, opened it and slowly withdrew my cock. As her fingers closed around it her eyes got big as she looked at me. ?Oh wow,? she exclaimed in a harsh whisper, ?It?s really big?. We began tongue kissing ? the deep, throaty kissing as I felt her fat tits and se stroked my cock in a halting, unsure manner. Regardless of her method, it felt good. I felt my balls tingle and didn?t want to waste a load on her hand so I pushed her hand away. ?What?s wrong?? Marissa had a hurt look on her face, ?Did I do it bad?? I never took my hand from those big tits and shook my head. ?No,? I assured her, ?I was just gonna cum and didn?t want to make a mess?. I think that made Marissa feel good; knowing she had excited an older man to the point of cumming. ?You like my tits?? she whispered and moved so I could feel them even more. ?I love ?em,? I said, finding a nipple and rolling it in my fingers. Marissa groaned softly and leaned against me. The walk to her car was awkward; my cock was rock hard, she knew it and kept her body tight against me. At her car Marissa turned to me, gently pressing those fat tits at my chest. ?You got an apartment?? she asked in a lust-filled voice. I nodded, looking into her brown eyes and round face. ?Wanna take me there?? Marissa asked and I felt a stab of sheer lust run through me. The sofa was our fist stop, sitting there and kissing so deeply I couldn?t get my tongue far enough down her throat. For her part, Marissa just opened her mouth and let me fill it. Her top was open, bra off, and those massive jugs wobbled and jiggled as I felt them, fondled them and leaned over to suck. Marissa could only groan and hold my head at each nipple. My cock was out, throbbing and so erect it was like a missile. The girl?s chubby hand pumped it smoothly nw, she?d glance at it every now and then and sigh. ?Take your jeans off,? I whispered. Marissa?s hand paused on my cock. My fingers fumbled with the button on her jeans and she didn?t resist. Lifting her big ass off the sofa she was silent as I slid off the jeans. Yeah, she had a roll of fat and her thighs were big and thick, but I saw a pair of tiny panties stretched across her body and had to get in them. I kept kissing the girl and slowly slipped my fingers under the taut waistband. Marissa whimpered into my mouth but she didn?t swat my hand away. I fond her soft, mushy slit covered by a patch of fine pussy hair. When my finger dabbed at her clit Marissa moaned low in her throat and those big thighs parted. I took a big chance. ?Want to go to the bedroom?? I spoke slowly and softly. The girl looked at me without moving for a moment and then said, ?Okay?. Together we walked, holding hands, to my bedroom where Marissa lay across the bed and I lay beside her. We kissed and I pushed her big thighs wider, running two fingers up and down between her cunt lips. Marissa?s hips began moving by themselves, making wide rotations on the bed. Those fat tits lolled from her chest and her hand simply gripped my cock, not stroking it. I dipped a finger into her soppy hole and the girl stiffened. I worried I had gone too far but she kept moving her hips and we kept kissing. ?Do?do you think I?m too fat?? Marissa asked in a small voice. I lied naturally. ?Hell no,? I whispered to her and let my cock rub along her fat, soft thigh. ?Really?? her voice was so soft I almost felt bad at lying?almost. ?I like your body,? I told her and kissed her deep again. ?Do you want to do it?? I asked, willing to settle for far less. Marissa closed her eyes and rolled her wide hips; her juiced-up cunt making wet slick sounds. I moved atop her and the heavy-set girl opened her eyes. ?It?s okay,? she whispered, ?but I don?t take any birth control. Can you pull out?? I was in nirvana at the words. ?I can pull out,? I assured her with a straight face. Her big thighs parted wider and a chubby hand reached down to hold my cock and push the head between her cunt lips. I lifted her legs a bit and pushed them back so her knees bent. My hips flexed and Marissa gave a soft grunt and winced. She was so juiced my dick slid all the way in ? the fat bitch wasn?t a virgin. I settled on her big soft body and began humping her. Marissa?s arms went around my neck and her fat thighs pressed against me. I could hear the squishing of my cock in her soupy hole. Marissa was breathing so fat and loud it was a roar in my ear. ?Yes?yes?yes?? she was grunting like a pig. ?I love your pussy,? I told her, feeling her arms tighten around me. Her fat ass rolled on the bed and those mountains of tit formed a big pillow under my chest. ?Fuck?fuck?fuck,? Marissa kept repeating, ?fuck?me?deep?. I needed no encouragement. I fucked deeper, intent on driving as far into her cunt as possible. The fat girl went into a series of spasms and squeals as she climaxed. I kept fucking, my balls slapping her wet, fat asscheeks. My balls tingled and tightened. ?I?m?gonna?cum,? I gasped in Marissa?s ear. She tightened her grip on me. ?Okay,? she grunted and her cunt wallowed on my cock. ?Want?me?to?pull?out?? I asked haltingly. The fat girl humping under me got me in a death grip. ?NO!? she almost yelled, ?Fuck me!? I had done my duty; I had asked her if she wanted me to withdraw. I tried gripping her fat ass but couldn?t get a grip ? she was too stout. I held her waist and shoved. Sperm blasted from my cock and pounded her cervix. Semen squished from around my cock and flowed down her asscheeks. Another bolt of seed hurtled into her hole, mixing with the gooey mass already packed at her womb. I held myself deep inside her, wanting every drop of sperm to drain up into her egg. Marissa didn?t seem to care, her wide hips kept rolling, her cunt seemed to suck seed from my cockhead. When we finally relaxed she laid there running her fingers through my hair. ?That was so fucking hot!? she exclaimed. Her ig body felt so soft under me and I felt those massive tits and flexed my cock inside her. Marissa sighed and giggled. ?Can you do it again?? We fucked and fucked. Twice more I loaded the fat girl?s hole with sperm. Her crotch was so awash with my baby syrup it was like someone had melted marshmallows over her cunt. Her asscheeks were slick and sticky and she actually seemed disappointed when my cock finally slipped from her swampy hole. Every Friday night became our fuck night; Marissa was so eager to take cock she stopped wearing panties and bra. Yes, the SeedBlaster is still at the top of his game. In March the heavy girl laid across my bed, big thighs wide apart as she fondled my cock. ?What if I broke up with Joey,? Marissa said absently, ?and we got together? Would that be bad?? I ran my hands over her heavy jugs and shrugged, ?Why would you think of breaking up with Joey? He?s supposed to be home in three months, right?? The fat girl gave a wicked giggle. ?Because I?m pregnant,? she told me with a steady voice, placing her hand atop her jiggling belly, ?You put your baby in me?. Her tone was like discussing what was on television that night. I stared. ?How far along?? Marissa rubbed my cock on her thigh, ?I am four months pregnant,? she said and giggled again. ?Nobody knows but me, you and the doctor?. Seeing the simple expression on the overweight girl?s face got me hard. Marissa rolled on her back and spread her legs wider. ?Fuck your baby?s Mommy,? she giggled; I did. I put off Marissa?s offer to break up with ?Joey? as long as I could. Naturally the girl couldn?t tell her parents she was knocked up yet; not without a public boyfriend to take responsibility. Plus, I had another goal in mind. By early June it was becoming difficult to hide Marissa?s pregnancy. The flowing blouses she always wore were now tight and her swollen belly, the skin taut over the ever-bulging surface, was making it hard to confuse with just being overweight. Her fat tits were ballooning also, going from a 38DD to a very heavy E. Naturally her ass and thighs got heavier and on impulse I took her shopping for maternity clothes. It was a small turn-on for me to see the big, overweight pregnant cow flipping through top and intentionally displaying that big belly for me. ?Joey? was due home at the beginning of next month and Marissa would be about seven months along. I talked the knocked up cow into at least meeting with her returning ?ex? Boyfriend and let him see her heavily pregnant. Marissa loved the idea and the night before he was to arrive we sat on the same couch where we began our fucking. Marissa?s top was off so she could show me her massive tits and equally enormous belly. I stood in front of her as she watched me stroke my cock. As I neared climax she scooted heavily forward and leaned back so my geyser of sperm splattered over her pregnant stomach. Giggling the girl ran her fingers through the massive load, gray strings of semen stretching between her fingers as she ?painted? her swollen stomach. The next morning, as the very obviously pregnant cow drove to the airport to meet what she thought was to be her former boyfriend, I was already aboard a train for the great Northwest where I write this account. As I understand it, the pregnant sow ended up having to crawl back to ?Joey? and admit everything to him. I have to laugh when I think of Marissa nursing MY baby at those huge milkbags on her chest while her husband glowers at her and the evidence of what a fuck pig he had to marry. I love it when another rabbit bites the dust? courtesy of the SeedBlaster 6113 1.48/512345