Posterior Plump
A dandy written under different namesake. Resurrected.
Posterior Plump
by The Brain of Lazarus
Hero had stopped by the Able Sisters store on a near weekly basis ever since his moving into town. Throughout the seasons he'd become a bit more attached to the place than he realized. Rather, his routine, whatever that be, never felt quite complete unless he paid them a visit. Of course, the premise of that was always under some errand need doing, or at least, that's what it was at the beginning. It wasn't hard to keep up that guise, since such things could be blamed on the infamous Tom Nook.
But yet, this had become less and less true each time he walked into the tailor shop, reasons which were becoming much more clear as Hero aged. Aged used rather loosely, but he slowly became a youth, hitting that ever looming time where the body flooded with overwhelming hormones and. . . desires. For, at first, Hero would begin noticing one of the Able sisters more and more. First it was a glance, then a gaze, then attempts to sneak sights at the womanly frame ever present.
Shyness, freckles, 'clumsiness.' It was hard for him to resist stealing a pass at Sable Able, and how frantic and keen the body was to catch even the slightest hint of maturity from the opposite gender at Hero's age. It didn't help that the people in town weren't believers in 'shame,' none too concerned with keeping themselves thoroughly concealed. Actually, it didn't help one bit. It didn't help one bit with Sable. If Hero had a word echo through his head every time those sad shy eyes met his, it was 'bounce.' And by the stars did she bounce.
He could always identify her by the gingham apron, if not for her quiet demeanor. But that was it, an apron. For a boy like him, it was paradise. Her perky, plum bust always did jostle and rise with each light step she took, and when fate was kind, the tender little nips did sometimes prod through the fabric. Hero had never gotten the chance to see an exposed bosom, but his mind could only wander. That wasn't the kicker though, nay, not for hero. It was her thighs. Her thick, delicious thighs, her autumn brown hips, and that round, ripe, rump. All she had to do was turn around and Hero was treated to those immaculate chub cheeks. It was without a doubt the thing that sent him over the edge.
That's why this hopeful, sunny day was a lot different than the rest. This day, he felt, things would change. His young virile body and hormone swamped head were stuck on the dreamy thought of Sable bending and breathing and moaning. He didn't exactly know how to proceed, but the ire of his desire would be in complete contrast with Sable, that is to say, no shyness on his part. Direct and to the point, he was going to have this Able sister, all of her.
The amusing thing was, as Hero once more stepped into the tailor shop as he normally did, his intents were all ready clear. The difference of he and the folk in town was all about sensory experiences, from sight to hearing to smell. Essentially, Hero had electrified the air with his 'musk,' a very low key scent that only the Able Sisters would pick up on, signifying his desire entirely. Shy eyes widened a bit and shot up from their position at the sowing machine to see the somewhat grinning lad strolling through, her soft, freckled features now flushing a wild, unfamiliar rose.
Oh by the stars, her own biological frame was assailed with some new, strange, yet exciting reaction. The porcupine's fluffy and curvaceous body shuddered, and fingers paused, fidgeting. What transpired within her form and throughout her head was simply desire. She had never been approached by a male in the matter of mating interest, nor had she smelled its ambrosia. But a human? Oh yes, he was rich with willing flesh, and curious, innocent youth.
In haze, a flash, a mere second, Hero was there. They were suddenly at the impasse of seeing the other. She was at her table, kept with work as usual, yet. The boy was not expecting such a flustered looking Sable. He imagined she would be quiet again, consumed in her work, but nay. She was quite different. Her cute teeth nibble at glossy lower lip, her soft eyes quivered, nose twitched, fingers rolling around in curiosity.
For a while this moment remained, until Hero recalled why he was here.
"Erm, Sable?"
She didn't say anything, curiously wiggling her nose, heart beating quickly, lusts beginning to burn away appropriate decorum.
"Nyuh?" The sound was hardly there, the tiniest, most inquisitive of whimpering whispers.
Hero's mind went blank. For a few moments, anyway, until, all rational, normal, regular-like thinking were replaced with crazy, lustful, maddening thoughts. If there was anything that set a heart on fire, it was breaking every form of rigid discipline and self control and unleashing the animal inside. A town like this couldn't have been more appropriate.
"I want you."
An intense, three word phrase, and it crackled the air around them like lightning.
How he knew, or rather, how his body reacted, was all the more surprising, to both of them. Hero sprung hand to the lovely porcupine's silky cut and brought it forward, his lips and hers smashed together, Sable exclaiming in a shrill meep. Her soft features flooded with red, eyes blinking wildly, but. . . did not resist. Male tongue poked through, licking at her glossy entrance. Nervously, she stepped back, a little trail of saliva bridging the two as she breathed feverishly, shyly covering her mouth, but not in fear, simply. . . uncertainty.
Hero was not bothered. He was getting a piece of that Sable.
"I want you," he repeated. "You're the most beautiful girl I've seen. You're always in my head. Just, agh! I wanna see all of you! Those legs and thighs and that perfect butt!"
They were stern, but still boyish, innocent words. The only thing remotely similar had been the encroaching, unwanted advances from Tom Nook whom Sable had managed to keep at bay, but this, this was different. For whatever reason yet known to her, she wanted, nay, desired, to submit.
Hero persisted, eyeing her luscious body even more. "S-show me, please, I want to see it. . ."
Sable continued to blush heavily, though was still intrigued. Never in her life had anyone been so interested in her derriere, but then again, the porcupine lass was quite unaware of just how plump it was.
"B-behind the table," meekly replied the shy gal, as she leaned, her intoxicating rear hiked up.
The male did just that, swiftly striding around the sowing table to finally observe that which was only seen from sneaky, shady places. Which such innocence did the autumn furred lass present herself, entirely unaware of how amazing that immaculate ripe roundness was to her admirer.
Within his head however, the young boy wasn't satisfied. He no longer wanted to just see, but watch it do things, curious as to watch this fat reared dream gal would do. His own youthful vernacular was fading, replaced by a more to the point and commanding set of words. Hero was alarmed, yet intrigued, as the words dripped from his tongue. They were unfamiliar, bold, but he liked it. No, he loved it.
"Bounce it!" he said with an eagerness like that of a kid in a candy store.
Sable curiously kept her head half turned, looking back, a noise of intrigue escaping her lips. Neither ashamed nor resistant, merely panting with the steam laden breaths adequate to power these longed for bounces.
So she did. And how she did. Hips rolled as if experienced in this art, fat bottom rising and falling as if a buoy, the cheeks softly rippling as if gravity slapped them upward and downward. How hypnotic the hip motions, Hero's eyes locked in the clap of buttocks, the forward and backward, the merciless tease of those thick, juicy, bubbly bumcheeks. He was absolutely ablaze, mindless in wander, he wanted to bury his face betwixt those succulent autumn pillows.
So _he_did. His face, and every bit of boyish instinct his flesh mustered, delved into the mature duct of this peach, and his tongue, with whatever intention to be had, departed itself and ran across the warm, glistening porcupine snatch. His nose and forehead split that delightful derriere as the fat firmness cupped around him, as if softly gripping ears, whilst is exploring mouth went to work, tongue running over this new found, tasty area of pink.
"Ahhh!" was the only enunciation Hero caught, but it told him something was working.
Working indeed. Without realizing, Sable began to bob her perfectly shaped posterior, the jiggling butt rising and falling in faster pace as she grind her roundness upon the livid tongue, the loud, audible licking and smacking of lip and tongue coupling with her hot, heady moans.
"Y-you're driving me crazy!" she yelped, sizzling, freckled face a red hot indicator of the goings on in the backside.
Hero pulled his cranium back a bit, staring in wonder. He pulled apart that fat, full ass, releasing, letting the generous moons clap upon the other.
"You're driving _me_crazy!" he repeated, challenging, mutually consumed in this erotic little exploit. Again, he gazed, his eyes catching her bare back, the tease of bosoms under apron, and of course this plump fat rump he had all to himself.
Shy and bashful she was, Sable couldn't resist.
His body was propelled, he could not contain himself. Arms bolted out and palms stretched over the juicy, ample flesh. Oh stars, the tingly, soft warmth that he felt on that soft, supple pair of buns, her close proximity making that glorious ass appear even larger. Somehow the flesh was understanding and knowing, unlocking secrets Hero didn't know about himself. He gave her rump a nice smack, as a rich, audible clap resonated throughout, and the healthy buns shook and wiggled in reciprocation. He wanted to see, to observe, spreading the delicious peach once again, eyes engulfing that mature muff and snatch, her silky nether lips dewy with arousal, much like he.
Hero squeezed, aggressively, taking plentiful chunks of smooth autumn brown fur in hand, rustling them about, causing more sequences of moans and shudders from Sable. It drove him off the wall. Her panting, her hanging tongue, her half eyelid watching, steamy breaths, frantic fingers clutching table. Stars, he couldn't help himself any longer. The virile male wanted to be inside that mysterious, alluring backside, that porcupine puss.
A declaration of sound, the audible unzipping of trousers filled Sable's ears and she eagerly grind her fat full ass upon the loins of Hero. His shuddering, enthusiastic groans returned, and abruptly hands grabbed and yanked her waist back, as soft, engorged shaft slunk betwixt the heavenly rump, sliding up and down in that indulgence of taut, teasing bum. He forcibly squeezed the chub cheeks on his swollen, hungry girth, shaking it along the sides of sensitive veiny boy-mast, coaxing, hungrily pacing. He leaned, pumping his hips ever so slowly, whilst his tongue licked at curvy ear, hotly breathing and hissing his words, to bury them in her lust-ridden heart.
"Unng, I love this. . . I-I want to wake up to this big, fat ass smothered on my face," said he, tongue melting with craving. He was wild, out of his mind, utterly livid, and lost in the realm of primordial wants.
Being the shy, soft featured creature she was, Sable would've done whatever he wanted. She trembled in delight as he bit her ear, pulling on it, saying such decadent, sinful things. . . She was drowning in this sea of pleasures, becoming lost, and she loved it.
More words. A boy was becoming less that and more a young, indulging man.
"I-I want to make it j-jiggle, make you scream. . ." He was losing it.
Lose it a lot. He wanted more than that. Oh, to just imagine her strutting about in naught but the apron, firm curvy roundness swishing to and fro, the supple moons juggling about with every step. In the morning, on tables, in beds, in the rain, showers, everywhere. Stars, Hero wanted Sable more than he ever realized. He was enthralled by her figure, her softness, her shy heart and eyes.
Body lowered. The tip of his flank was now massaging the entrance to her warm, puffy puss. Sable whined, fidgeting, wiggled. Oh stars, never had a male given her a stern touching like this, made her plead for such release.
"Please!" she yelled, torso atop the table now, perky breasts smothered on the oak flank, holding on for dear life.
It wasn't that Hero teased, at all. He yearned for it as much as she did. Finally, positioned right, he pushed his mast into the heavenly gate all slick and dripping, the tight nether lips suckling his malehood as he pushed all himself into her, burying his girth into that perfect porcupine puss. For a moment, the two were caught in the apex of connection, the first both felt touched and complete in ways only this manner of coupling could provide. For them, it was a pleasure so near ineffable, so intense it was almost painful.
Instinct, however, set the motions rolling, quite literally. With only instinct as his guide, Hero retracted his young hips once, and dove in that tight, choking tunnel once more, getting the hang of it in a few easy strokes. But it wasn't good enough. Sable had turned her head again, her shy eyes now frayed with yearning, a greed that only emerged in this moment.
"H-harder! Harder!" was her cry, a begging, whining plead that finally sent Hero's head into overdrive. There was nothing quite like the demand of a plump bottomed girl asking for it even more. Sable desperately hung to her gingham apron, as a torrent of thrusts met her begging, Hero grasping her thick, curvy thigh whilst another hand squeezed and smacked at one juicy rump cheek. It was hardly even him now, just the animal inside wanting to spur on her cries and whines as his shaft now hammered into that silky vaginal tunnel. Each piston grind brought the crash of loins to chub buttocks, loud clapping emitting behind the table. Tears of a painful pleasure filled Sable's eyes, one eyelid snapped shut as her body rocketed back and forth, at the mercy of a voracious male.
He pummeled himself, throwing his girth into her soaking, cushy puss, his only intent now to please the release of his form and get this divine girl in crazy wiles. Hero felt he was reaching something, a growing bliss in his malehood, that could only be intensified with each crash of hips to bum, so faster did he pursue, relieving his hands of their position and wrapping around silky porcupine wrists, forcing that perky torso to raise whilst he buried himself with hastening force. Juicy ass jiggled, plentiful, amble bosom wobbled and dove and fell with every persistent gyration, nectar of puss and pre streaming down thick inner thigh.
Finally, the crescendo. Hero, somehow realizing, ceased his thrusts as a flooding bliss he'd never experienced burst through the tip of his fleshy pike. White, searing liquid poured through and coated Sable's inner silky chalice, coating it with sticky semen, the lovely autumn porcupine freezing up with tremors and shudders as her honey pot was slathered with hot, masculine seed. Twas not long before her own peak came, as the two swirling nectar mingled and dripped, Hero tediously, carefully pulling out, fruits of his labor splattering the shop floor.
Exhausted and spent, the fulfilled lad loomed over the autumn lady, as her cheek rest upon table, eyes glistening with a bit of drool coming from mouth. Their panting filled each others ears as the exploration of this heady, smoldering morning did not go without satisfaction.
"J-just wait. . . til' Hump D-Day. . ." said Sable, with the slightest of smirks.