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From: "Joris Huysmans" <joriskhuysmans@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} PLAY DATE WITH PAM (MFF, BBW)
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Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 20:10:02 -0500
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Followup to PLAY DATE WITH JULIE, in which the protagonist, rich and with 
lots of time on his hands, sat around a local park and developed a newfound 
appreciation for the sexiness of real-sized moms.  Always glad to receive 
mail from those who enjoy my BBW stories at joriskhuysmans at-symbol hotmail 
dot-commie.


PLAY DATE WITH PAM
by Joris K. Huysmans


I was sitting in the park, listening to my iPod, when suddenly I was plunged 
into shadow.  I looked up and two of the moms were standing over me, and 
they didn't look too happy.

"You're Julie's friend, right?" one of them, a very large, sturdy woman with 
dark hair and eyes named Monica, said.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," I said.  "I'm friends with several of the moms here, I 
suppose--"

"Yeah, but special friends with Julie," the other one, a tall, broad-hipped 
blonde named Pam said, or sneered.

"What's up, ladies?"

"Your little game," Monica said.  "We checked up on you.  First off, you 
don't have a kid, named Terrell or anything else."

"True, and your point is?"

"What are you doing hanging out in the park so much?"

Now I stood up, looking eye to eye with both of them.  "Enjoying what my tax 
dollars have paid for.  And if you've checked up on me you no doubt know 
that I sold my company for a shitload of money, which means I've probably 
paid more taxes for this park than everyone else here put together.  I like 
hanging out here part of my day.  One of the reasons I like it is because I 
think some of the moms are pretty hot to look at, and in at least one case, 
pretty hot to fuck."  Monica looked like she was about to have apoplexy at 
this last one, but damned if I was going to be pushed around by a couple of 
yuppie busybodies.  "Nice to meet you ladies, now, please, I have some very 
important iTunes purchases to listen to.  Good day."

They looked at each other, trying to think of something else to say, but 
failing.  With a final harrumph, they stormed off.

*  *  *

All the moms kind of avoided me for a week or so there, which didn't bother 
me that much; I noticed Julie didn't even seem to come to the park any more, 
and when I tried to call her about our Thursday play date, she didn't answer 
the phone.  Oh well, that's the end of that, I thought.

Then of all people Pam came up to me and spoke to me.

"Have you talked to Julie lately?" she asked.

"No," I said, which would have been my answer either way, but happened to be 
true.

"Want to know why you haven't seen her around lately?"

I played along.  "Sure.  Why haven't I seen her around lately?"

"She and her husband went away on a cruise together.  To try and patch 
things up between them."

"That's great," I said, sincerely.  "I'm really glad."

She looked at me kind of funny.  "That's not exactly what I expected you to 
say."

"Why?  What did you expect me to say?"

"I don't know, I thought you'd be jealous, or sarcastic, or something," she 
said.

"Why?  I had a good time with Julie, and she certainly had a good time from 
me when she really needed someone to give her one, but she belongs with her 
husband.  And if I gave him the hit from the cluestick that helped him 
realize how totally sexy and wonderful she is, even with a few extra pounds 
after a baby, then I'm happy for them both and I wish them nothing but a 
happy life as a couple from now on."

"Hmm," she said.

"Hmm what?"

"Nothing, just hmm," she said.  "Anyway, just thought you'd like to know.  
See you around," she said, and was off.

*  *  *

After that Pam was surprisingly friendly to me, and I noticed that most of 
the other moms, who had been distinctly chilly for a few days, went back to 
being at least passably friendly, too.

More than that, I noticed Pam started working in little references to sex, 
or fooling around, or not getting enough at home into the conversation.  
Here we go again, I thought.

We were standing by a jungle gym when a couple of young women in tight, 
skimpy athletic clothes power-walked by.  I turned my head and she caught 
me.  "See, you say you like us moms, but one of those walks by and you're 
drooling, like any other guy," she said teasingly.

"Well, dress like that and I'll drool over you, too," I said.

"If I dressed like that I'd scare half the playground away," she said.

"Yeah, but I'd be in the half that stayed," I said.

"You say that, but I don't know whether to believe you or not," she said, 
moving closer to me and, I noticed, to a place where we were mostly blocked 
by the jungle gym from being seen by the rest of the park.

I grabbed her around her soft waist and pulled her to me, then kissed her.  
She pulled away.  "Does that answer your question?" I asked.

"I believe it does," she said.

"So... do you want a play date?"

"Not so fast," she said.  "Let me talk to Monica."

I frowned.  "What, you have to ask her permission?"

"No, silly," she said.  "I have to find out what day is good for her."

*  *  *

The doorbell opened and Pam invited me in.  "Where are the kids?" I asked.

"Grandma took them," Pam said as she led me into the family room.  "She 
thinks I'm getting some warts removed."

Well, at least Grandma wasn't going to be part of the fun, though actually 
there were no signs of Monica, either.  Pam handed me a glass of champagne.  
"Make yourself comfy, and we'll be right there," Pam said.

I sat in the family room and glanced around-- well, until I spotted the 
picture of Pam and her husband framed next to the fireplace.  Then I decided 
just to focus on my drink.

"We're ready," Pam said, a moment later.

I turned to look and they were walking-- no, not, walking; sashaying-- 
toward me from the bedroom.  Pam, her blonde hair hanging down to her 
shoulders, was wearing a sleeveless cotton top, a strip of her soft, tanned 
belly exposed, above it her plump, hanging breasts pressing against the 
cotton, leaving the imprint of thick nipples in the soft fabric.  Below she 
had on short cotton shorts, her broad hips giving way to long, meaty thighs 
and bare feet, hippie mama-style.  She was ripened womanhood, luscious, full 
of form and flavor.

While Monica-- Monica was ample, glamorously large in a black kitty-kat 
peignoir and high heels which made her thick calves and thighs ascend like 
skyscrapers to the round ass contained in black panties, the huge bosom 
spilling over the feather-edged bra.  Far from the dowdy look she'd had in 
the park, now she was frankly carnal, predatory, as her big form came toward 
me on her high heels, different parts of it jiggling with every step.

The two of them grabbed me and started unbuttoning my shirt as Monica stuck 
her beestung lips on mine and I felt her tongue probe hungrily inside.  
Hands roamed over my chest and pants as I felt Pam's butt under her soft 
cotton shorts and stroked my hand over the top of Monica's large, heaving 
bosom.  My belt was unbuckled and I was pushed backwards into the bedroom 
and onto a bed.  Monica was atop me first, her weight pressing me down as 
she rubbed her breasts still in their bra across my face.  Then Pam 
unsnapped them and they tumbled out, enormous and heavy, sweet-smelling and 
a little sticky where she'd sweated under the bra.  I sucked one of the 
thumb-like nipples into my mouth and I felt someone cup my balls and stroke 
up and down them.  Pam took off her top and her breasts too fell free, 
swaying from side to side with every move she made.  I took one of each in 
my hands and sucked from one to the other; then Monica began moving down and 
took my cock in her hand, licking and kissing the head while Pam 
tongue-kissed me and I rubbed her soft, puffy belly.

Monica climbed back up and on top of me; Pam took my cock and rubbed the 
head against Monica's pussy lips, and then Monica sat down, slowly, sliding 
it inside her.  The feel of her riding up and down was unlike any other 
woman I'd fucked, because she was bigger than any woman I'd ever fucked; it 
was like being devoured by a freight train, each vigorous thrust slamming me 
into the bed.  Pam just watched as Monica rode me hard and fast, and it was 
only a few minutes, sweat dripping down Monica's big tits and ass, before I 
came and Monica, howling, squeezed my cock tightly with her pussy and moaned 
at each spurt.

Well, that was fun, I thought, though I was a bit disappointed not to have 
had more time to play with Pam.  But as Monica rolled off me, nobody made 
any move to usher me out the door, so I guessed the playdate wasn't over.  
Monica lay back on the bed, her huge mammaries rolling to each side, her fat 
belly jiggling, and she began to rub her pussy, unself-consciously, as 
Pamela and I lay on either side watching her.  There was something hypnotic 
about this very large woman so completely caught up in pleasuring herself, 
the jiggles from her clit radiating through every curve and roll of fat on 
her plump body; I neither looked away nor joined in but simply remained in 
the moment, watching as she worked faster and faster on her clit until 
finally she bit her hand and let out a cry as her abundant thighs clamped 
around her hand.  She stayed like that for a few moments and then she 
relaxed, her hand came free and her eyes opened again and she smiled at us 
both, flushed but unembarrassed.

Now Pam leaned over her and kissed her, on the lips.  They exchanged a long, 
slow kiss, their tongues moving around inside, and Monica pulled her to her. 
  Still I was simply a spectator as these two ample women made out, not the 
gangly, athletic makeout session of two younger and thinner women (I'd seen 
that more than a few times at Christmas parties at my company) but the 
meeting of two fleshy bodies, soft and curvaceous, rolling over each other 
as breast met breast, thigh slipped between thighs, fingers stroked the 
rolls of fat under the arms and kneaded big squishy asses, then Pam's lips 
and tongue sucked at nipples, licked down belly, and arrived between thighs 
where my cum had been whipped into a white foam up and down bright purplish 
lips.  Pam licked it up, looking at me as she trailed a white string from 
Monica's pussy to her lips.  It had only been a few minutes but now my cock 
was hard again-- and the two of them had noticed that fact.

Pam scooted back on the bed and lay on her back, spreading her legs to 
reveal the pink delight inside her thatch of blonde fur.  She grabbed my 
cock and pulled me on top of her.  I kissed her, long and slow as Monica 
had, tasting a little of my own cum, as I slid into her parting pussy lips, 
then looked over and kissed Monica as well.  I stroked Pam's soft breasts-- 
round and mom-like, though far smaller than Monica's-- and sucked at one 
nipple as Monica and Pam continued to kiss.  Pam bucked back against my 
rhythm and Monica came around behind me, pressing her breasts and belly 
against my back as I fucked Pam.  I felt her hand brush my balls, then ride 
up the crack of my ass.  What the hell, I thought, as she rubbed her pussy 
to get her hand wet, and then I felt her finger press against my asshole and 
I arched back so as to make it easy for her to enter me.

We all fucked that way, me sliding in and out of Pam, spread on the bed, her 
long hair flowing like the rays of energy from her fucking bliss; Monica 
pressing against me, her finger going in and out of my ass with each stroke. 
  It didn't take long and then I was coming in Pam, my ass contracting 
around Monica's finger with each spurt.

A moment later we were laying there, exhausted.  Pam tried to excite some 
interest in my cock, but it was too tender by now and I just said "Maybe we 
can have another playdate."

"Maybe we can," Monica said.  "Depends on how playful you're willing to be."

"I think we found a good one to play with," Pam said.

"I'll bring my toys," Monica said, and she looked at me with a hunger that I 
had a feeling I'd be feeling for days after.

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