Diane Makes a Video Valentine Yet another true chapter in the Diane saga It wasn't the weirdest thing she'd ever asked me to do -- but it was close. But when Diane called me up one day this last January and asked me if I was free the following weekend, I had visions of the "usual." We'd been spending quite a lot of time together recently, most of it naked. I really got off on Diane's ample body -- and her insatiable sexual appetite. Her request this time, however, was something new. What Diane wanted was me, the camcorder and plenty of blank tape. That wasn't too unusual -- over the last six months or so, we'd built a pretty substantial library of very private tapes. What she had in mind this time was a video valentine for Jack and Beth, a couple who used to live in this area, but who had moved to Texas the year before. Diane had filled me in on their relationship long ago -- she often rounded out (no pun intended) a no-holes-barred threesome with Jack and Beth. In fact, this had been one of the first of her little "confessions" to me -- even before our relationship had begun. Instead of just coming out and telling me she was bi, Diane had regaled me at lunch time one day with all the nasty things she'd done with this couple the weekend before. So much for subtlety, but that was just Diane. Diane and Beth had been roommates in college, she told me, and their affairs had begun there. Though she never told me, I always had the feeling that Diane and Beth often dated the same guys -- and not always at different times. When Beth met Jack, I guess it wasn't long before he was another corner in their triangle. Like myself, Jack was fond of heavy women. Beth wasn't nearly as big as Diane, but from what I'd heard, it must have been some match-up. Lucky Jack. So anyway, Diane had this idea for a video valentine. I knew her well enough to know this would be no ordinary production, but I didn't know just what she had in mind. I arrived that next Saturday with everything I would need -- lights, camera, a five-inch monitor, lots of tape, and a shotgun mic I'd borrowed from a friend. As I set up in Diane's living room, she bustled around me in her bathrobe, telling me where she wanted to be taped and from what angle. When everything was in place, Diane slipped into the bedroom for a couple minutes to get dressed. When she emerged, I did a hard double take. There she was, all six foot one and 375 pounds of her, packed into a red lace bra, black garter belt and hose, and a pair of panties that would have been skimpy on a normally proportioned woman. On Diane, they were absolutely minuscule, the straps disappearing into the creases of flesh where her belly met her thighs. Only the small, bright red triangle of material covering her mons was barely visible beneath the overhang of her gut. "Happy Valentine's Day indeed," I whistled as she did a 360 to show off the thong back of the panties, the elastic swallowed up by the enormous cheeks of her ass. My cock was already hard and drooling at the sight of my gargantuan playmate all dolled up and ready to put on an erotic show for her far-away lovers. She sat down on the couch and pulled a small duffel bag out from under it. I recognized the bag as her "toy bag" -- containing a world-class collection of rubber and electric playthings. I knew I was in for a big treat. She fluffed her hair a little and squared her body to the camera. I zoomed in to get just her face and shoulders. She looked right into the lens and asked, "ready?" Boy, am I, I thought, my cock pounding in my shorts, begging to be released from its constraint. "Rolling," I said as I flicked on the camera's trigger. The red "REC" flashing next to Diane's sultry form in the viewfinder did little to distract me from the way her lips slipped over her teeth as she spoke or the way her heavy eyelids fluttered. "Hi there," she smiled. "Beth, Jack, I wanted to send along something a little different this year. You know, I have really missed the two of you since you moved, and I can't way to get down there for a few days in April. "Oh sure, I have some friends here who keep me happy," she said, "like the well-hung guy behind the camera at this very moment. But it isn't the same. I miss our little weekend getaways. I miss the way we'd go out dancing and flirt with every guy on the floor. I miss the way we'd all start groping each other in the elevator on the way up to your apartment." I had by this time started watching her in the monitor, since it would be easier to follow her movements outside the camera's field of view with one eye while I kept the important action in the shot. "In fact," she breathed sexily, "I miss the hot, steamy sucking and fucking we used to do most of all." Now I don't know about Beth and Jack, but just the way Diane had said "hot, steamy sucking and fucking" had made me want to rip my clothes off and jump her. But, being the perfectionist I am, I would hate to have to run up the number of takes just to appease my throbbing dick. I pulled back the shot slightly to show that Diane had popped open the bra and was kneading both big tits as she talked slowly and deliberately into the camera. "Just the thought of your mouths on my big boobs, the way Jack would take turns sucking my tits and then Beth's as she and I French kissed, the feeling of your tongues running all over me just gets me going," she moaned. "God, by the time we'd get into your apartment, I'd have soaked my panties. In fact, my panties are soaked now just thinking about having two hot people tonguing my ears, my neck, and my nipples," she continued, pointing out each spot of interest as she spoke. I panned down her body -- past her flushed, heaving tits, past her big, bulging belly, to the little patch of red material, which she had pulled aside with one hand while she diddled the thick little pink button of her clit with the other. I pulled back to show her face as it reddened with excitement as she pleasured herself in this manner, her moans deepening with passion as she began to frig herself harder and faster. "I miss the way you'd tease me with your hands and mouths ... the time you tied me to the bed and wouldn't let me come for hours as you fucked again and again right next to me. I miss the first time we got together when we checked into that cheap motel and had the people on both sides of us banging on the walls for us to be quiet. "You remember that time, don't you, Jack?" she grinned, reaching down for her toy bag and coming back with a white, six-inch vibrator, with which she proceeded to buzz her bush. "That first time, you got off on Beth and me doing each other, didn't you, Jack? You sat in the chair jerking that big cock of yours while we did it to each other. Then, when we were done, you made us tell you about all the other people we'd been with." Diane's words were coming in quick bursts now, and I knew that soon she would be, too. "You just kept stroking that big dick of yours while we ... t-t-told ... you-u-u...." And with that, Diane had her first orgasm. Her legs shot out straight, and she arched back on the couch, bouncing her big butt in time to the waves of pleasure emanating from her cunt. I pulled back to get all of her in the shot as she writhed on the couch. After a minute of unintelligible grunts and moans, Diane sat up again and looked right into the camera. "I'll bet you're fucking right now," she said, her eyes burning into the camera. "I'd bet you money that Beth is bouncing up and down on your thick dick right now." With that, Diane turned off the vibrator and reached into her back of tricks again, this time, producing a two-foot double dildo. "Hey, you two, remember this?" she asked waving the thick dong in the air. "I bet Beth does!" she giggled. "Remember the night that Beth and I introduced you to our two-headed love stick? Remember how we banged our butts together on this little number right here?" Diane was shifting on the couch now, pivoting on her big butt to face away from the camera, which she continued to address, albeit upside down, as she laid back. She shimmied out of the obscenely small panties and flicked them off to the side. Then she reached down with both hands and spread her cunt wide open and began snaking one end of the dildo into her cunt slowly, twisting it to lubricate it she inched it into her tightness. She moaned as inch after inch snaked its way into her wet hole. I zoomed in tight, filling the viewfinder with her close-cropped bush and fat cunt lips, the double dildo moving into the picture from below. Once nearly half the device was inserted into her quim, she crooked the dildo into a rounded L shape. It looked like this ample woman had sprouted a big, erect dick. She pulled yet another dildo from the bag and began licking and sucking it as she pumped her cunt with the double-header. I pulled back to get both Diane's filled holes in the shot, as she continued to fuck both her cunt and her face with the dongs. Her cunt was making wet, sloppy noises, and she tried to wiggle her big ass, but couldn't very much. Her face was getting redder by the minute, and I knew an orgasm wasn't far off. "I miss you two so much," she gasped between sucks. "I want to feel you both driving me to ecstasy!" And with that, Diane had her second big orgasm. She began whining louder and louder as she poked the big dildo in and out of her dripping cunt. As she started to peak, I could see her calves tense up, and her belly began heaving. Her orgasm made her twist and flip around on the couch. She raised her head to face the camera again, and I zoomed in slowly, taking in her blonde bush, that big, jiggling belly, the fat, quivering tits that melted down her sides, and her round, red face. She slowly reached down to grasp the dildo as it protruded from her cunt. She winced in pain and pleasure by turns as she inched the rod from her throbbing cunt. It glistened with her juices as she held it up, running her tongue along its length to clean it, smiling into the camera all the while. "It's been a while since I had some cunt," she cooed as she licked the dong clean of her own lubricant. "I guess I'll have to settle for my own." Diane began giving the big two-fer another all-out sloppy blow job as I filmed away. I can tell you from personal experience that she's one first-class fellatrix, and she was downing nearly half the dong as she pumped away at her face. A free hand wandered to her crotch where she began masturbating once more, her fingers disappearing into that big snatch that was by now running with her slickness. Diane's moans and scent filled the room. I have to admit, I couldn't deal with this situation any more. As I watched her through the viewfinder, I unzipped my pants and took out my dick, by now throbbing and dripping long threads of pre-cum. Diane noticed me stroking, and that was about all it took. She had another nuclear orgasm and flopped back onto the sofa. I tried to keep her in frame as best I could with one hand, but I don't think I was doing a very good job. I was too busy jerking my cock to really care. "Well, kids," Diane said as she reclined on the couch, "I think there's something here I need to take care of. You two have a great Valentine's Day! "Okay," she said. "You can turn off the camera now." I hit the button and looked at Diane longingly. I didn't even have to ask. She just turned around and got on all fours, her broad ass in my direction. Just the sight of those fat hams, the deep ass cleavage, and the thick pussy lips poking out between her big thighs was enough to almost make me come. Her ass is at least three feet across, and to see it wagging at me as she moaned and enticed me to her was incredible. "Come on, Hunt," she moaned. "I really need your dick." Diane's fingers snaked their way back between her thighs and began to work at the cunt lips. Her hips moved in time to her diddling, and her moans grew more urgent. That, as they say, was all it took, I snapped a blank tape into the camera, hit REC, and was naked in no time, my face buried between her big slobbering outer lips, slurping at her sopping cunt. Her butt was bobbing in the air in time to my licking, and I could hear her moans resonate down through her frame. I reached up and inserted three fingers into her snatch and began finger-fucking her to another orgasm as I watched her big ass ripple with my thrusts. I could tell she hadn't had enough, and I got up on my knees behind her, replacing my fingers with my cock. I slid in slowly to give her the maximum thrill, and slid a finger up her ass as I began pumping away at that sloppy cunt. One of her hands slithered back to finger her clit as my dick pistoned away inside her. In just a few minutes, she passed the point of no return again and was slamming back hard against me as I thrust my cock deep into her sloppy cunt. Watching her little performance had gotten me really hot, and I didn't last more than 10 minutes or so before I could feel my orgasm about to break. I kept pounding away at her from behind, my fingers still tickling her ass from the inside as my cum crept closer to ejaculation. She grunted loudly again into the throw pillow as she began coming, her cunt contracting on my swelling cock. That was about all it took. My balls emptied deep into her, filling that big pussy and dribbling down the sides as she continued to hump back onto my spewing member. Diane flopped forward onto her belly, leaving my still-hard dick swaying in the breeze. Her upper back and ass cheeks were flushed from her excitement, and she was slick with sweat. She slowly rolled over, swinging a leg over my head so I was positioned between her big thighs, my dick still hard and ready for more. She sat up to take my cock into her soft, sucking mouth, her hands grabbing at my ass, urging my tool into her face. I wondered how much tape I had brought with me.