Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2005 08:57:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Sasha Steele <sashasteelecfw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Booty Banging At Mardi Gras

Booty Banging At Mardi Gras
By Sasha Steele

    Met her on a Tuesday
    And his cock went stiff
    Da do ron ron, da do ron ron
    Somebody told him
    That her name was Tiff
    Da do ron ron, da do ron ron

    Well that ain't exactly true. Her name was
actually Del and he met her on Saturday. But by
Tuesday they had got it on and, yes, his cock was
stiff. And so was Del's.

    Let's talk about the Saturday. The first time that
he saw Del, Tori was sitting in an open front bar
having a beer on Bourbon street across the road from
one of those pizza-to-go joints. Del and her friend
were across there shaking their sexy booties to the
music of the street while they waited for their order.

    Del was one of those phat, big booty bitches with
junk in her trunk and ouch in her pouch. Her bubble
butt and thunder thighs were shoved into the tightest
pair of blue jeans and her big tits were falling out
of her black tank top as she danced. Then she was lost
in the crowd and it took a few hours for Tori to find
her again.

    Bourbon street hasn't changed much, except it used
to be like, "show us your tits," to get some beads.
You still hear that. But more all the time, since some
pantiless bitch lifted her skirt, all the trannies and
trolls lining the balconies and doing the bead tossing
are like, "show us your cock."

    Styles for guys have changed. They're more bitch
now, more comfortable and sexy. Trannies rule so
skirts, dresses and heels are okay. Sexy man lingerie
is in. Makeup and jewelry is in. In New Orleans you
ain't a man if you don't go tran, and phat is where
it's at. So guy-gurls can be phat sexy too.

    That's why Tori thought he was hot even though he
had slacked off from training and gained a little
weight - his close fit tight and looked, mmmmmmm,
sexy. He had on a expensive white-gray pant suit, the
short jacket open with a tight blue tank top under it.
The color of which matched closely his five inch pumps
and small shoulder bag, as did the blue thong and bra
he wore underneath.

    His suit pants were so tight and yet comfortable.
Poucho-pants are designed that way - just high enough
over hips and ass so they don't feel like their
falling down all the time, low rise in front for that
bit of a belly, and lots of room for your assets - in
their own special sack, Jack. Tori had good assets,
ten inches to be exact.

   Tori's newly acquired 35 or so extra pounds were
well distributed but with a little extra on his
middle. Tori's gut had at least a two inch over hang,
three or four with all the beer (that's why his suit
jacket was worn open - too tight to do up). And he had
accumulated some extra weight on his hips, thighs and
ass too. Tori had some junk in his own trunk.

    Sometimes Tori thought he'd better get back to
training before it was too late. But hey, since he
came into big money he was having too much fun. And
besides, everybody was phat, so what the hell. He
certainly didn't try to hide the fact. Actually Tori
liked showing off his phat bod - big round ass in
tight pants, the short coat-tail of his designer suit
jacket sitting across the top of it, his belly not
quite covered by the short tight tank top, and his
bulging cock-pouch.

    He hooked up with Del at a rock bar, danced and
drank. More touching and kissing each other on the
dance floor and shouting over the music to talk than
dancing. So they broke away to the street to hang out
together, walked around eating and drinking beer,
talked and got to know each other.

    They headed for a street bar close to Tori's
swanky hotel in the French Quarter where he was
staying. Tori had to pee real bad and had been
clutching himself. "I've got to piss, Del," he said.

    "Me too. Come on." Del led him by the hand to a
side street. Tori watched her walk. The way she
swiveled her hips causing her fat ass to dance side to
side like it was an entity on to its own, following
close behind and trying to get passed her first one
side then the other. Black chics phat booties are like
so different - big round, rising and falling as the
strut along and so in your face sexy.

    They ducked into an alley, both squatting against
a wall. That's another good thing about poucho-pants -
their convenience. They are so easy to piss through,
and with the pouch there's hardly any saturation.

    Bent over with his hands on his knees, Del beside
him in a similar pose, Tori's pee came through first.
"Ahhhhhhh," he breathed with the relief of it. His
piss splashed onto the pavement between his blue high
heels forming a large puddle. Tori peed for over a
minute.

    Del's piss had taken a little longer to get
started and she finished first. Wiping the excess from
her crotch with the palm of her hand she stood to
watch as Tori finished.

    They away drank a few hours in the bar, went back
to the alley for another piss (this time Del was
clutching herself), and were all over each other in
the  elevator at Tori's hotel. Both of them were hard,
and judging by the bulge in Del's jeans pouch her
assets eclipsed Tori's ten inches.

    In the room they embarrassed, kissed and pressed
their hard cocks into one another. Tori's hands were
all over her going from her fat arms to her big tits
to her round hips and on to her big ass. "You've got
such a gorgeous ass," he said as his hands kneaded her
fat.

    "Your's ain't so bad itself, honey." Del said
grabbing Tori's buns.

    While Tori undid her jeans Del pulled her tank top
over her head and shook out the loose curls of her
hair. Del's mop of hair was light brown with blond
streaks and hung just past her shoulders. He pulled
her pants down to her black chunk-heeled boots and
Deli stepped out of them.

    She loomed above him. Her big tits overflowed the
black brassier she had on and her cock tented out in
her black panties. The stretched material of her
panty's cock-pouch followed close to the shaft and
tight bag of Del's massive hardon. Her black lingerie
complimented the light brown toned skin of Del's soft
fat body, and the array of gold chains, bracelets, ear
and finger rings contrasted it.

    Del took hold of Tori's head and rubbed her cock
against his face. Her panties were still damp and he
could smell her stale pee. She turned around and
pushed  her fat ass in his face. Del's full cut
panties were pulled high on her hips, their full seat
covered her huge ass. Her ass stuck way out. You could
set a glass of water on it. It looked as if she had
shoved two partially deflated basketballs in there.
The material stretched over and stuck deep in the
cleft between her butt cheeks. Tori kissed her ass,
and his tongue followed her panties into her crack.

    Del turned back around bringing Tori to his feet.
She kissed him.  Her hands went inside his open jacket
and she caressed his fat stomach, then to the wet
bulge in his pants. "Let's get these clothes off," she
said, taking his jacket off his shoulders. Tori took
his jacket right off and pulled the blue tank top over
his head.

    His light blond hair was drawn tight to his head
as it was pulled back a pony tail that hung to the
base of his neck. He wore a small pearl necklace and
earrings, a bracelet, and a few expensive rings.

    His soft fleshy pecs were encased in a pretty
light blue bra. Del put her hands on the small cups.
Then Tori turned around so that she could undo the
zipper in the back of his pants. He leaned on the
wall, his cock throbbing as she helped him struggle
out of them.

    The cock-pouch of Tori's blue thong, stood ten
inches straight out and its material was drawn tight
to his shaft. Tori's erection jumped back up as his
tight pants were pulled over it. The thong was pulled
high on his hips and the string back sunk deep between
his round ass cheeks. The small front panel above his
bulging cock was tight to his bald fleshy pubis mound
with the under-shelf of his thick gut protruding above
it.

    Tori had a gut, but his stomach wasn't a big,
round, bulbous one. Not yet anyway. It was thick with
a three inch overhang of fat above a fleshy pubis
mound, but otherwise it was flat. Del's gut was like
that too, only not as thick with less overhang. Both
of them had soft, phat sexy bodies with smooth
hairless skin. Tori's gut was bigger than Del's and he
had a fat ass. But her hips, ass and thighs were
bigger than his, and so was her cock.

    "Mmmmmmmmm. Such sweet cheeks for a white boy,"
Del said, her hands all over Tori's ass. She buried
her face in it causing Tori to moan. Then Del stood
and pressed her pantied cock into his ass crack.
Reaching around she grabbed Tori's throbbing cock.
Tori drew a long breath of air.

    Del took down Tori's thong. He turned and kicked
it off as she freed her own cock through the leg hole
of her black panties. Del's huge foot-long black cock
was beautiful. Standing straight out it was a shiny
ebony color with a pinkish head and her scrotum was
draw up tight to its base. Their cocks met as they
kissed. They undulated their bodies. Their hard cocks
crossed and rubbed against one another.

    Del undid Tori's bra and he slipped out of it. She
felt his soft fleshy pecs. "Come on, sugar," she said
taking him by the hand. Del pushed Tori down on his
back on the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling
him with her massive thighs draped over his. She
pressed her cock on his, fucking him cock to cock for
a short time, then moved down and took Tori's cock in
her mouth.

    Tori moaned as Del drew his throbbing hardon deep
into mouth. She sucked him for a while then stopped.
"Get that fat ass around here, hoe," Del said with
fained authority. "Momma Del gonna fuck you lily white
ass."

    Tori rolled over and raised his backside to her.
Dell spread his ass cheeks, burying her face between
them. Her tongue found his ring, she ran it along it
licking his ass. Tori moaned. Del pressed her mouth to
Tori's hole sucking it. Her tongue entered. He
squirmed and moaned some more.

    Del licked, sucked and tongue fucked Tori's
asshole for ten minutes or more before she brought her
cock to him. Del had entered him slow and gentle
before she started to really fuck him, undulating her
great hips and her huge ass wreathing in the seat of
her black panties.

    Del's massive thighs straddled him, her legs
folded over his spread legs. Tori's ass was raised to
her. Del leaned onto him. She reached around probing
his fat gut and pubis mound, took hold of his hard
cock and masterbated Tori as she fucked him.

    Tori's pretty face (feminized by its chubbiness,
by its smooth hairless skin, its contoured eyebrows,
and the light makeup that he wore), had a look of pain
and horror mixed with ecstasy on it. That look due to
Del's foot long mamba being rammed up his ass. Oh, it
hurt so good.

    Del, on the other hand, had a look of pure ecstasy
on her beautiful face. Her head was tilted back. Her
eyes were closed. Her mouth open, She was pumping hard
now as she brought herself to orgasm.

   Tori came first, his face buried in the pillows as
he shot his load onto the bedspread. Del jerked every
last drop from him. She came right after he had, with
both her hands braced on the bed as she leaned heavily
into him, her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth
open. Del screamed into the air as she came.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

    Exhausted Del rolled off onto the bed. Tori turned
to her. His ass ached, his stomach was queasy, his
bowels felt loose, and he felt like he had to take a
shit. "God, Del, that was so wonderful," Tori said.

    Del rolled back on top of him. She kissed him.
"You like momma Dell fuck you phat white ass?" She
said.

    "Oh god, yes, Del," Tori said.

    Del ran her finger over his lips. "Good," she
said, "cause next time it be your month."

    End