For thirty years, Mirka had been walking past the most mysterious door in their house. Every day, she wondered why the guy downstairs didn’t get married, why no friends visited him, and why he was constantly under his mother’s command, even though they were celebrating his fiftieth birthday together in the garden. The old lady appeared in the house very often. Thanks to the fact that she had a permanent residence only a short distance from her son, she could be on his heels almost every day.
She brought him pots of food, ironed his washed clothes, sat with him in the garden over coffee and stroked his bald head. She kept talking to his soul, warning him about the pitfalls of the world, and wouldn’t let him speak until she had had enough of him. She didn’t realize that with this monkey love, she had actually ruined his life. Petřík was simply eliminated from the game. The fifty-year-old, healthy male only knew the way to work, to the grocery store, and to the bench under the apartment window with a cup of coffee, where he lit one cigarette after another.
He was a loner. He replaced real life by peeking through the peephole in the door, and when he got into the garden among the household, he kept repeating the same phrases over and over. He was a great mystery and oddity to everyone, except for the inquisitive Mirka. She was the only one who talked to him openly, naturally, and didn’t hold grudges. Petr was grateful for that, because he could finally exchange a few words with someone without feeling the usual disinterest from the other person. He simply liked her.
” Mirka, could you help me with the computer?” he tried it on her that day in the garden.
“With the computer? You decided to keep up with the times and bought a computer? Well, I’ll be happy to help,” Mirka giggled brightly, which was what he was used to with her.
“Yeah, I bought a laptop, but I can’t use it,” he hung his head shyly.
“Does mom know about it?” the old man snapped again.
“She knows, but she doesn’t understand it either,” the bachelor didn’t understand her remark.
“And what would you need specifically?” the neighbor probed tentatively.
“Well, everything. I have it in the kitchen and I don’t understand anything. When would you have time?” Petr cheered.
“Then I’ll jump home and be with you in a moment,” Mirka lit a cigarette and got up to leave.
She took this whole conversation as the beginning of something that would help her get to know the strangest loner she had ever met. She was literally looking forward to exploring the great unknown. She was confident in her jokes, because she was the only one who understood him well. He was a laughing stock to the other people in the house and everyone ignored him. But his reclusive nature attracted Mirka so much that she ran up the stairs like a doe and before she realized that she had managed to shower and get dressed perfectly, she was already marching down again.
” You’re here quickly, thank you. Come in,” he made room in the door so that the plump neighbor could enter his kingdom.
As always, he had an exemplary tidying-up. It was probably done by his mother’s hand, even though Petr himself was a seasoned cleaner and laundress in one.
She entered the hall and looked around curiously. Everything smelled good there, nothing was left out or intrusive. The hall itself had a sterile effect on her, so she slipped her feet out of her pumps with the utmost care. She quietly straightened them on the carefully beaten-out rug and continued to follow his steps.
” Here it is. Would you like some coffee? Or something to drink? There’s a manual, a box, papers and I don’t know what else,” the desperate man shrugged.
“Well, wait, but it works for you,” Mirka leaned over to her new laptop.
“They’ve already installed something for me, but only a basic one or something. This is a big unknown to me. They’ve given me the dos and don’ts,” Petr didn’t understand anything else.
“Oh, well, then I’ll probably just need some programs. I’ll take a look at it. And I’ll have some coffee. Where can I take it?” Mirka picked up the black laptop from the table.
“Well, here. Or not here?” Petr looked at her in bewilderment.
“Like here? That I’d sit on this adorable chair? Where do you think I’d stuff my ass here, huh?” the neighbor with XXL proportions laughed sincerely at the narrow peasant girl with armrests.
“Jesus, excuse me, come next door,” the awkward bachelor realized, and with red cheeks he took the coffee to the next room of his 1+1 apartment.
Mirka giggled, because she could laugh at herself. She shook off her extra pounds and looked for the most comfortable place to sit from the door of the room. At least she had the opportunity to look even further than she had planned, so her eyes traveled along the walls of the room and encoded everything that was visible in her head. Again, the room was meticulously cleaned, the carpet was vacuumed, the fragrant and pleated curtains, the beautifully blooming flowers outside the window and the airport opposite the polished mega-television.
” Maybe here. This will be just right for my boiler,” Mirka laughed again and pointed to the corner of the wide bed.
Petr immediately agreed. He willingly moved a nearby table, pulled the necessary cords and waited patiently for Mirka’s panties to settle on his bed. With pleasure, although inconspicuously, he watched the fat hips that sank into the soft mattress and at the same time the swelling breasts that rose beautifully thanks to the low seat.
He stared at the plump beauty and almost forgot why he had invited this beauty in the first place. The plump girl continued to ignore him. She felt his gaze and smiled contentedly into the light of the monitor. She looked for all the necessary programs, installed, adjusted and looked only at her own.
Mom’s little darling stood above her and looked at the long gap between her half-naked breasts. He was glad that this particular chick felt comfortable in low-cuts, and if it weren’t for Mirka’s innate immediacy, he probably wouldn’t have been able to speak before she left.
” I’ve been lurking here for a long time, haven’t I? We can leave the rest for tomorrow if you want,” Mirka spoke into the silence.
“No, no! No, I… definitely be here as long as necessary, but… nothing’s going on…” he stammered, scared that the beauty would escape him.
“Well, there’s not much left. Just this program and you can happily surf the net,” she smiled at the penguin’s almost finished work.
“Will I be able to do it? So that I don’t get upset,” he sat down next to his visitor, enchanted by the modern machine.
Mirka started explaining. She introduced him to the basic rules, encouraged him to take notes, and directed him to various sites where he could learn something or have fun.
“If you like porn, I can recommend some sites that I like myself. I’ll save them here for you and you can always find them here. You’re so busy, you know…” she suddenly hit the nail on the head of the busty guy.
“How do you know that I would… you say here? Well, I thank you and I’ll definitely… take a look…” he panted, his mouth suddenly dry.
“See? And here on those pages you go here, enter this, click here and it works, see? There’s nothing wrong with that, don’t worry. But if necessary, I’m only two floors up. Yeah, I’m happy. It works. The picture doesn’t cut out… so it’s fine. We’ve also tested the sound with this. Great,” she said, crossing her arms behind her and enjoying her own work.
She didn’t notice that Petřík was in shock, swallowing the unpleasant dryness in his mouth, gasping for breath and searching for words to prove that he wasn’t the slob his mother had made him out to be. He sat next to the Kozatka, watching the running video and sweating with nervousness. Drops of sweat ran down his temple and tickled his neck. He was afraid to move because he had never experienced this situation before and had no idea how to get out of it.
” What’s the matter? Is something wrong?” Mirka leaned towards him with slight concern.
“No,” Petr shook his head, even though he didn’t even look at her.
“Yeah, right,” she smiled understandingly and leaned her neighbor’s hands behind her again.
It was only when she tried to look into his face that she noticed his bulging crotch. She immediately realized that her mother’s darling would not only be a weirdo, but also a virgin, because she realized that he had never had a lady’s visit and had never even talked about a mistress. It was also more logical for her to include him among these unkissables or those who didn’t fuck much, rather than among the group of experienced males, which literally stirred her up for another female attack.
” Have you ever had a woman?” she winked at him and smiled sweetly to give him more courage to communicate.
“Miri, I’m so glad that… that you’re here… I like that I don’t have to be ashamed in front of you. I shouldn’t…” he hung his head sadly.
She watched his features. She saw his blond eyebrows, which were furrowed with a kind of desire and longing. His short light eyelashes blinked nervously to the rhythm and his palms were clenched into fists. He looked vulnerable and fragile even though he already had a few crosses on his hump.
He looked guilty, as if he needed to apologize to himself and his mother. He looked desperate, as if he was really waiting for Mirka’s first touch and at the same time he looked horny, because the soundtrack of female orgasms on the monitor was pounding in his temples and buzzing in his ears.
“She hasn’t even given you a kiss yet?” Mirka pressed herself against him.
“No,” he shook his head without trying to lift her up and look so boldly in the face.
“I’ll give it to you,” she took his chin with two fingers, helped him overcome himself and pressed her lips to his fleshy lips.
“Thank you,” he whispered softly.
“One more, come and don’t be afraid of anything. One more and stick out your tongue,” the busty girl gave him courage.
Their heads came closer to each other again and their tongues stuck out for a long time. They fought together, tasted each other and pulled each other out of their lustful mouths.
“Wait,” Petr tried to stop the chubby girl.
“What and why? This doesn’t stop anymore and I’m telling you again that you have nothing to worry about,” she whispered in his ear and continued to help him grope with her calloused palm in her deep cleavage.
Petr was shaking. He was breathing deeply and trying to manage the kissing and groping at the same time. He was controlled by fear and lust at the same time. He was afraid to continue and afraid to stop everything. He had no choice but to let himself be led, so he obediently moved his rough palm to the soft big breasts again.
Mirka was enjoying everything beautifully. She felt like a porn teacher, which excited her and shamelessly guided him to the next steps. When he obediently unbuttoned the buttons of her tight blouse, he became acquainted with the cursed hooks of her lace bra for the first time. But as soon as he freed both natural sevens after a long struggle, he gasped for joy.
“Do you like it?” she leaned shamelessly behind Mirka’s back again, so that her breasts spilled over her chest.
“A lot,” Petr nodded.
“Touch me. Caress them, even squeeze them. Watch the video here. Maybe do it like him,” the goat encouraged him.
The loner tried to stay conscious. He had never hoped that something like this would ever happen to him, so he fought his shame alone. Finally, he raised his hand and pressed his sweaty palm to the white giant. He felt the softness and smoothness, felt the heat and automatically started kneading. He clumsily sucked the goat and circled it around until Mirka led him to a more juicy piece. She commanded him to suck and so without further delay he sucked himself to the courtyard, which was as big as a fairground cake.
” I would never have thought of this…” he praised the taste of a woman’s breast.
“Don’t worry and enjoy it. I’ll let you taste more,” Mirka whispered in his ear, while tickling his bald head with the pads of her fingers.
“What? What else?” Petr was eager to continue.
He looked like he was swimming crawl. He was diving into the huge tit kingdom, surfacing for a deep breath, eager for more action as if calling for help, and diving deep into the skin again. His mouth was full of work and nipples, but he still demanded more training. So Mirka concentrated with a smile and lifted her home skirt, rolled up above her knees. She spread her legs, revealing her black panties and looked foxily at her completely stunned neighbor.
Petr stopped breathing. He circled her pussy with his fingers, casting spells over her in the air, determined to get to know the hungry shaved pussy. As if he was afraid of her. He didn’t touch her all the way. He just circled his palm close to her and then pulled back again, suspiciously.
“So if you don’t want your fingers, touch with your tongue. You’re quite handy. Should I find you an instructional video?” she smiled professorially.
“That won’t be necessary,” his panicked ego trembled, and he immediately accepted her offer.
He lifted her thighs a little Neanderthal-like, spread them wide apart, and Mirka fell on her back. She remained motionless, just waiting for her neighbor to deal with her boubeloid body. She teased her naked breasts, kept her legs far apart, and couldn’t wait for his inexperienced tongue to touch her wet gate for the first time.
Petr knelt down, bent down to her hole, spread her fleshy lips with his fingers, and finally went under the water. He dipped his lustful nose into her and instinctively began to lick her with his tongue. Mirka trembled. She had never had a problem with orgasms or excitement. Moreover, this situation was driving her crazy, so she held on honestly and let herself be indulged in panic.
She felt his tongue, which in its own way dealt with oral sex. The inexperienced muscle flew in the wake, savoring the streams of pussy juice and hastily alternating between the clitoris and the hole. He had no idea that it would be good to devote himself to everything honestly, longer and gradually, but Mirka rewarded him with a satisfied hiccup anyway.
She arched her back, licked her lips, looked at his fluttering head and left her head buried in the mattress again, because her sweet finale was approaching.
” Mirulka, I’m so glad you’re here. Can I jerk off?” he pressed himself against her belly, hugging it from all sides and licking the pussy juice from his lips with his tongue.
“Don’t you want to fuck me? Don’t you want to try it?” the busty girl raised her head and looked into his eyes pleadingly.
“And I’m allowed to?” he kissed her gratefully, as if she were his own mother.
“I’m waiting for it. Is it worth it? Show me! Show him off! Take off your clothes! I’ll smoke you. I’ll drive him with your breasts. I’ll jerk you off with my hand…” she whispered passionately, because the thought of fucking a panik had to be encouraged by her own fingers in her pussy.
She got her clitoris aroused, whipped it from all sides with her fat fingers, spread her legs and looked at Peter like a porn star. She enjoyed showing off in front of him. She had never felt such a strong desire for more and more orgasms as she did right now, at his house. She thought of all the other neighbors who were returning from work in the meantime, walking past his apartment and had no idea what was going on inside.
” Give me the remote!” she whimpered longingly.
“Here,” Petr responded quickly and still couldn’t believe his eyes.
Tučňanda inserted the long remote deep inside herself, grabbed the dangling nipple with her free hand and with her leg raised above her head she gave herself completely to the toy. She fucked her friend, helped herself with the rough buttons, thrust her big ass and didn’t forget to flirt with the unkissed pet. Every now and then she smiled sweetly, winked at his wide-eyed expression and when she started to whine to warn him about another orgasm, Petr finally started to strip.
” I didn’t make it! I didn’t make it! Mirulka, I didn’t make it,” he lamented miserably, because he knelt down next to her just as the relaxing orgasm was shaking her like waves.
“Don’t worry, I can go on. Don’t worry. Fuck me and we’ll continue,” the maid reassured his soul.
The bald man cheered. He happily jumped off the bed, knelt down next to her, and motioned for the giantess to move her bottom to the edge of the bed. He had no idea where this sudden agility came from, but they both had to admit that he had chosen the best position. Macanda’s weight slid down to the tip of his tail and he could swim straight inside without any problems.
But he suddenly realized what awaited him. He stared at the pot-bellied beauty in front of him, stretched his hands to his clitoris, and felt a chill run through his body every time his glans touched Mirka’s longed-for hole.
“Put it in now!” Mirka begged from behind her.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed the tail behind the head, flicked it a few times into her hard clitoris, and then slowly swam into her neighbor. He made sure not to miss a second of the experience. So he could clearly feel her heat, slippery wetness, and tight slit that hugged his cock from all sides. She pulled his foreskin away from his glans and offered him a moist bath that he happily rode into.
He only touched the bottom and heard the plump girl moan with pleasure, and rode back to the starting line. Her pussy beautifully dressed his cock in soaked foreskin and decorated it with a shiny helmet so that he wouldn’t be embarrassed in the light. But the weak draft made him cold, so he pushed the sword in as deeply as possible again.
Mirka was smiling happily. She purred contentedly, stretched her arms out to him and sighed happily, because the young lady was doing great. She wished this bliss would never end, which was interrupted by Peter’s panting after a while.
“Mirulka, I probably will. I probably will. Where am I going to…” the little girl panicked.
“In me. Please, put everything in me. Fill it up for me calmly and don’t be afraid of anything. I’ll still have time to do it with you. And don’t pull him out afterwards. Let him wither there, okay?” the plump girl was getting ready for the joint finale.
Petr just hooted and nodded his head. He focused on his squirt even though he saw Mirka playing with her clitoris again. Supported by her elbow, she teased her stiff dick with her fingers and when she felt the heat in her lower abdomen, she loudly announced the finish line.
“Me too, me too. Now!!!” Petr did not let himself be embarrassed and shot all the sperm from the bag into the just-fucked cunt.
He flowed deep into her, contorting his face and feeling her strong thighs fly past his hips and her satisfied cunt rhythmically tighten him. He let his cunt pulse against him until his cock shrank back into its sheath and slid out of the heat. He lay on her stomach, panting, caressing her with his rough palms and thanking her in disbelief over and over again.
” But please. Stop it. Especially since you liked it. And besides, I’m glad I was allowed to. This has always appealed to me. So if you want… I could… well, we can continue. Another time, or in a while. Depending on how you feel. You can explore my ass,” she giggled adorably.
“I want it. I want everything. Please,” he begged on his knees and continued to gratefully press himself against her.
The future was bright. Thanks to the spark that flew, a bond was created that could not be broken by anything. Petr was grateful for every touch that the plump beauty allowed him, thanked him for everything she taught him and happily continued to surrender to her every time she felt neglected at home.
Mirka walked through his door almost every day and lured him with her nicely raised and hellishly spread legs, fitting suspenders, bouncing big tits, lustful ass and agile tongue that always managed to lick his hard cock beautifully first. The plump woman, who was twenty years younger, introduced him to the world of sex so carefully that he never needed porn again and only thanks to her did he continue to live a lot more realistically than before.
