Aborigen

I hate them here. I fucking hate them, but I can’t tell her that.

Mmmh, she feels so fucking good. Such a big ass, so big and broad. The way it quivers every time I pound into her, these seismic ripples like … it’s like Godzilla, honestly, coming out of the ocean. Those huge waves when he, like, explodes or some shit. Boom, he’s there, and those waves go rippling with the impact. That’s what her ass does every time I fuckin’ pound my hips into her. Boom, boom. Makes me so fuckin’ hard, makes me feel powerful.

I actually have to spread my arms to reach around her big, beautiful rear. It doesn’t look so great in the shower, like, cakes of flesh hanging on her body, like … I don’t wanna say what it looks like. I don’t think I can admit that to myself, and it would kill her to know. But right now, bent over, poking at me like she’s begging for it? It’s fucking amazing. I love watching my cock disappear inside her, too, feeling how hot and wet she is and watching my cock just slide and slide into her until it’s all gone. It’s all inside her, and her huge-ass butt cheeks are trembling around me. I nearly nut right fuckin’ there, pushed in up to the hilt, watching her ass chomp on me, hearing her whimper like that.

I cannot stand those fuckin’ little guys, though. I don’t know why she needs them. Every single time we get together, she’s gotta pull them out. More and more each time, too. When we first started dating, it was great. No little guys. We just fucked all Saturday afternoon, and we woke up Sunday and went straight back into fucking. Thought I was in heaven.

It was about a week of that, though, a week of fucking right in the morning with my morning-wood, a week of fucking in the shower, and following her around town when she packed that big fucking ass into her jeans. A week of that when everything changed. We went out for boba tea, I don’t get the point out of it but she loves taking pictures of herself sipping it. Like, fuckin’ incessantly. She’s all, “Hey, I wanna try something new tonight.”

Me, I’m up for anything. I thought that sounded great. “I’ll do anything you wanna do, babe,” I said, and I meant it. I thought she meant, like, my tongue up her ass or something. Like maybe breathplay, sitting on my face until I pass out. We did that once, accidentally, and I got so fuckin’ hard. I would’ve been down for that, if that’s what she wanted to try. But that wasn’t it.

We went back to my place, she peeled off her clothes, I tore mine off, and I put on some music and crawled onto bed with her. We do this thing to get warmed up, where she just lies there face-down on the  bed and I crawl on top of her. I don’t wanna say “like a landed whale,” more like … okay, this is gonna sound dumb, but it’s like she’s an island, and I’m climbing on top of an island. Like, she’s not that big, but I can crawl on top of her, and no part of me touches the bed. I’m just entirely resting on her, and I love that. I don’t know why, I just like being on all of her, like there’s nothing else but her. An island floating in the ocean, and I’m on top of her. I grip her shoulders, she waggles her hips, and I get so fuckin’ hard. The head of my cock starts brushing against her crinkly hairs, then I slip inside her. It takes a couple tries, like, I can’t see what’s going on down there, and I don’t wanna lift my hips enough to see. I just grind and grind into her big, fat ass, and eventually my cock finds its way, shoving through huge cakes of hot, soft flesh. Her hairs bite into me for a little bit, but then I shove her lips aside and it’s all searing hot and dripping wet, and I nearly nut right there.

But then she tells me to hold still, tells me to lift off her for a second. I do a push-up and lift my chest off her back, but I sure as fuck stay inside her. Nothing’s gonna tear me outta her now. But I’ve got my cock in her, and I look down and her big, fat ass is just sucking me inside her, but her arm reaches out for her backpack. She always wears this little silver backpack with cat’s ears, and it’s lying by my bed and she grunts and struggles to reach for it. I just wanna fuckin’ go, so I don’t help her with it, and she makes these cute little frustrated noises, but she gets it. She pulls it up, speckled silver vinyl in the afternoon sun, spaghetti straps for her shoulders, and she unzips it.

Pulls out a little plastic pencil case, like old-school, something I’ve never seen before. Blue body, clear lid, hinged at the back. Totally not cool. There’s no anime on it, no stickers, nothing, just … here’s a cheap-ass plastic pencil case your gramma used, probably. She presses one end of it, where the clear lid bends down, and it pops open with a loud click.

In the middle of it, in the royal blue plastic older than I am, there’s a tiny person. They’re naked, but, like, of course, how’s someone like that gonna have clothes? I’m like, what the fuck, but she doesn’t even say anything. She just reaches backward with the case and empties it on her back, on her spine. The little guy falls into her spine, which is a shallow valley running down all the fat on her back. Usually I’m into this, I like my girls on the bigger side, but seeing that little person down there—and fuck me, he’s a man—makes her look even bigger, even fatter. What the fuck.

I almost lost my hard-on. I had to, like, give a couple thrusts to keep it going. She clenched me, right at her entrance she’s like super-strong. One time I was fingering her and thought she was going to break my fingers with her grip. That’s how strong she is. So I thrust in her a couple times, and she giggles and clenches me, and it almost hurts but it does the job. I’m rock-hard again, hard enough to push back against that clench at her entrance, grinding back and forth against her grip. It feels really good, but then there’s that little guy down there.

“Babe,” I say, “what’m I s’posed to do with this?”

She just hummed and backed her ass into my hips. I push myself up so I’m kneeling, and she drags her big round knees up so her hips meet mine, but there’s that little guy down there, between her shoulder blades. He looks dazed, like he’s having a hard time waking up. I look down at her ass, at the rosy little seam in the crack of her ass, turning red because her cheeks are spread so far apart. I lick the pad of my thumb and rub it over that seam, wondering if that’s doing anything, like, healing her or some shit. And I never stop thrusting. I’m just pumping away into her, trying to keep my erection going, but there’s that little guy, right in front of me.

Everything about her makes him look even smaller. He’s gotta be, like, what, two inches tall? He’s spindly, like I could snap his arms and legs like pretzel sticks, without even thinking about it. He’s naked and spindly and confused, and something about his helplessness just pisses me off. I have the urge to swat him like a fuckin’ mosquito, brush him aside toward the trash.

But I don’t. She wanted him here. And I’ve never seen a tiny person before, didn’t know this was even possible. “Babe,” I tell her, “what the fuck is this? Why do you have a tiny li’l guy?”

She moans and clenches my cock until I see stars. “Just go with it,” she murmurs. “He can’t hurt you. Just leave him alone. Ignore him. I just like him there.”

Well, all right. That’s how it is. I’m gripping her huge hips, I’m thrusting my cock harder and harder into her, trying to reach for her cervix, and she’s just gushing all over my cock and balls, and that little dude’s looking around like he doesn’t know what’s going on. I look away, bite my lip, look down at her huge fuckin’ ass and just pump into it, really trying to feel every ridge and fold inside her, but I look up again and that little asshole’s crawling up her spine. Down it, down her spine, toward me.

I’m just too surprised to even react, now. He’s crawling like a spider … no, too few legs … more like a beetle, I guess, but thinner and flesh-colored. He’s crawling down the valley between the fat over her ribs, dipping at the indentation over each vertebra, or between them, I don’t know. He’s making his way toward her hips.

That’s not cool. I fuck her harder, digging my fingertips into her soft, fleshy hips, really controlling her. I’m guiding her, pulling her into me as much as I’m pushing into her, and just fucking slamming into her ass. She whimpers, she cries, she moans, she asks for more. The way she begs, it drives me crazy. When I’m goin’ at her and she begs for it, pathetically, like she doesn’t think she deserves it but needs it, I could fuckin’ nut right there.

And the little dude’s trying to make up her pelvis, but here’s where it gets difficult. Because her pelvis is angled up, right, to meet me. I smirk at that, and my knees creep closer to her, making me kneel a little straighter, and then I have to pull her hips up a little so I stay inside her. She wants me there, believe me, so she cooperates.

That just means that her pelvis angles up more sharply, and the little guy has a harder time climbing it. It’s right at the entrance to her valley, you know, between her butt cheeks, but it’s also where all the sweat’s building up. If I fuck her for a long time, slowly, steadily, then her whole body overheats and she starts sweating. We could fuck fast and furious, right, and just get it over with, and our skin’s not even moist. But if I drag it out, then I get tired and she gets sweaty and suddenly we have to work for it. Sometimes I like working for it, feeling her pussy get tired of clenching me until my cock’s just swimming in her soup.

But now this little fucker has to deal with all the sweat. It just emerges on her skin, it just appears like little beads, and then little beads meet and make big beads, and then these big beads of her water, her sweat, they start trickling. They run down her like rainwater running down a valley to the creek, like the creek running down to the river. And this little idiot’s catching the worst of it. I smirk at him, like, yeah, you little asshole, nobody wants you here anyway. And I’m just fucking her, banging into her, grinding nice and slow, and she’s moaning, and she’s getting so fucking sweaty, and then I swear to God, two trickles of sweat run down and straight into him, and he loses his grip. He fucking rides down her pelvis and into her lower back like a goddamn water slide!

She wants to know why I’m laughing so hard. I can’t tell her, I’m just crackin’ up and fighting to stay inside her. Little dude’s struggling on his back like an insect, doesn’t know which way’s up, and I’m just laughing my ass off.

But I’d had enough of that. I grabbed her hips and drove her into me, and I fucked the shit out of her until she sucked me dry. Drained my balls in her, but she’s got this device or something, she won’t get pregnant. Made me nervous the first couple of times, but now I just fuck the shit out of her and it’s all good. She loves it. Except this time, I can’t collapse on her back like I used to. When I came, I’d just fucking go limp and boneless and collapse on her, like my personal island of love. Now there’s that little fucker, turning himself over, looking over the ridge of fat over her ribs, then looking up at me like he needs me to explain something.

I got nothin’ for you, li’l guy, I think. Wish you weren’t here, honestly.

I give her a few more thrusts, though I’m limp as shit. She clenches me, and now it really hurts, so I pop out and collapse on the bed beside her. That gives me to give her a real hurt look, make her see what she’s doing to me with this tiny little guy. She doesn’t pick up on it, though. She shoves me out of the way, because I guess I fell on the pencil case, and she gropes around on her back until she finds him, pinches him and drags him back into the pencil case. Just snaps it shut and drops it near her backpack, over the edge of the bed. Never says another word. I start to ask her about it, and fuck if she doesn’t crawl on top of me and fucking bury my face between her tits. That’s it, I’m done, I forget anything I had to say, just start chewing on her nipples and she dumps her full weight on me and I’m completely disconnected from reality.

That was the first time. We did that a couple more times, and then it was two dude, then straight to four. Four tiny, miniaturized little naked dudes struggling on her spine, wondering what the fuck’s going on. Well, me too, dudes, I wonder what the fuck’s going on.

We went out for gelato some time after that. I’m trying to focus on my pink grapefruit and lime scoops, trying to make the Nilla wafer scoop it out for my mouth, but all I can see are four scrawny, naked, confused-as-shit dudes trying to climb up her huge Jell-O ass and get at my dick, or something. I don’t know what they want. They never make it all the way down to my cock. Sometimes they just rest between her fat fuckin’ cheeks and watch them shaking around her, watch my thick cock disappearing inside her, the way her lips suck at my shaft when I pull out. I don’t blame them. If I were them and I saw that going on below me, I wouldn’t want any part of it.

But we’re getting gelato, and I’m finally like, “Babe, what’re we doing here? What’s up with those little guys?”

“It’s just a fun little thing,” she says. “Something to spice things up.”

“It was already spicy, babe, it was fuckin’ picante. Why do you gotta bring these creepy little guys into it?”

She pouts, and I’m like, oh, here comes the lip. She’s got a cute mouth, not really thick lips, but she likes to put this bright red lipstick on. I don’t know where she gets it, probably the Asian market, because it’s bright as shit and wears off quickly so it can’t be expensive. And it looks like the Asian porn I watch. But she pushes her bottom lip out, and my heart melts because goddamn, I would never do anything to hurt her, even if her thighs look like fat fuckin’ maggots in the shower. There, I said it. Just thick cakes of flesh rotating around her legs when I fuck her in the shower, I can barely watch. Fuck me.

“I like them,” she says. “They’re cute. Don’t you think they’re cute?” I don’t. “They just make me feel big and powerful, I guess. I like to feel them struggling on my back, like they don’t know what’s going on. Do they ever fall off on the sides? Try to get away?” They don’t. “Good. I like the idea of a bunch of little dudes struggling on my back, like I’m their private island. They have to stay on me or fall into the ocean.”

Well. That knocks the breath out of me. I can’t say anything, and she helps herself to my grapefruit/lime gelato, even though she’s got her own chocolate/caramel scoops right fuckin’ there. “And they make you seem so big, too.”

“What’s that s’posed to mean?”

“When you’re fucking me, I love the way you fill me. I love how your hands grab my hips. I love it when you take charge and you just plow into me, like you’re hungry for something. Like you’re trying to see how deep I go, or like you want to crawl inside me and hide there.”

That … is a thought. That takes my breath again. I just stare at her, and I think my jaw’s doing something but I’m not saying anything. Crawling inside her, inside her pussy, wet and tight … holy fuck, babe, we have a lot to talk about.

“But now you’re being mean,” she says, eating my gelato. “I like those little guys. They’re not hurting you.” I mean, I think she’s eating it. It looks like she drooled for a second. “They’re cute, and they’re harmless, and they make you look so big and powerful. Don’t you like being the big guy?” I think she drooled. No fuckin’ way she’d actually spit in my gelato, would she? I’m trying to think straight as she scoops out a spoon of my own gelato and sticks it into my mouth. “But if you’re not happy being in charge, baby, then maybe you’re not strong enough to be in charge.” She laughs. The world weaves for a second and I try to find my words. “I need a strong man, a big man, someone who’s not scared by a few little bugs. You know what I mean?”

I don’t know what she means.

Not until I wake up hearing her fucking someone else. Some other guy’s voice, deep and loud, groaning like he’s drowning in what can only be her huge fucking ass.

And this vintage royal blue plastic makes my back cramp.