Genesis – Part 1 – The Birth Of My Fetish

Vulcan here; what I am about to do is take a massive step in my long journey toward carnal ecstasy.

Me being an adventurous creature, all the experiences in the Genesis series were true happenings in my life and in the interest of keeping identities a secret, all names and other demographics will be aptly substituted or omitted entirely.

The content is explicit, and primarily about THICK middle aged WOMEN. It’s a long chronicle (writing is on-going) with interspersed very detailed sexual experiences. Do stop here if that is not to your fancy. Enjoy the story and write to me with feedback, constructive criticism or just simply a “Hi” (That last bit isn’t for the boys though, apologies but I don’t swing that way).

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Take my hand, here we go:

Chapter 1: The entrance.

The day I met her, I was nearing the end of the academic year (for me, Genesis 1), she walked in after a short wait replacing a horrendous teacher that had thankfully quit the academy. I remember that day fairly clearly, a tall, fair and plump woman strolled into class wearing a light colored Saree and introduced herself as our new teacher. “ I want to be like a friend to you all” she said and the class went on amidst a few whispers here and there.

Most of the boys seemed floored seemingly ignoring her body shape being rather large and far from the clichéd hour glass figure, partly because she was a welcome change to the otherwise dreary, somewhat ugly, mid 40’s female teachers.

She was soon ranked among the attractive few teachers throughout the school by the guys and while mostly just scraping by into the list for most guys she was there for just a few reasons, her subject was fairly easy, she always took class in a somewhat lighthearted atmosphere, very friendly and approachable and sported one of the warmest most fulfilling smiles anyone could hope for.

Soon the days went by and the year was coming to a close. Confirming her position in the academy and hence among the desirables, she was competing against some well poised opposition, first being a teacher in fit shape with somewhat well defined adornments who was naturally the favourite for most guys, the second was a teacher who was well rounded on all aspects but lost out on the top spot thanks to a slightly tanner complexion and mostly average sized assets and the last being a teacher who had a fair complexion, average bust and a pronounced butt with her drawback being her slightly large tummy with a few visible stretch marks to see for anyone who would care to look.

In comparison, our new comer had nothing going for her, it was very obvious that she was once a stunner that had simply let herself go, by that I mean she had large breasts, a well defined butt, decent height and cute face to boot but now, there she was in her 30s, her large breasts though covered up easily showed signs of immense weight by the strain they caused on the bra straps that were cutting into her, her once well defined butt was much larger than one would like and seemed to be losing its composure and though her cute cheerful face would most likely have made up for that, she had a large belly that could not be ignored and bore many scars from child birth and weight gain.

Never the less, the year ended, we went for our summer break and I got myself a girlfriend (aka Eve), a well endowed, naughty looking girl who was very much game to explore the previously unknown with me! My life seemed prefect at that point!

Chapter 2: Almost perfect.

The new academic year began (Genesis 2), my relationship with my girlfriend was going strong with frequent make out sessions after hours in the empty classroom or up near the landing of the terrace along with a little bit of coping a feel or two mostly by me.

She had slightly long hair, a smile fit for even the most lustful temptress, perky young breasts that fit with a little room to spare in my palms, a full and firm butt which was more than enough for anyone my age to boil up with the new feeling of a certain craving! Dimples! How could I forget, dimples, she had them too!

A revelation my newly devious mind came upon shifted my sex drive into high gear. I realized that my old house lay empty and soon it became a haven for our sexual urges during holidays!

From the moment the door opened that feeling of freedom without having to worry about anyone walking in had my girlfriend so hot that I had to struggle to close the door behind us with her having her tongue probing my mouth and her arms keeping me close so as to get as deep in as possible. She mostly wore rather skimpy black lingerie which had me going so crazy that it always put me in a dilemma where I would debate in my head if I should leave them on or take them off. The making out went on with regularity and its usual electrifying intensity.

Then at a certain point in the future when my experiences and chapters overlap, my intoxicatingly sexual relationship came to an end when her mother found out about our little hideout and gave us a surprise during one of our sessions.

Chapter 3: The root cause.

I always suspected that I had another side, a twisted side to my sexuality, it was like I had a thirst for more, something I could almost never have. Thinking back, I pinpointed the moment that a little forbidden seed was sowed deep within my growing mind. As my hormones began to run wild long before my girlfriend came along, my grades began to take a turn for the worst which ended up landing me in tuition for math.

As luck would have it my teacher whose house I used to go to had a fairly carefree attitude about herself while she was at home alone with me and my similarly aged classmate , or so it seemed to my then naive mind. She was a run in the mill young mum.

She had no especially captivating features.

Except the fact that she, being a fairly new mum, she had a set of decent sized breasts with pronounced nipples, how do I know? Well , that’s the part where I thought I was being sly and getting peeks at the first real set of breasts I had seen since giving into the devil but only later I would understand that beneath that strict, no non-sense façade she put up, that kinky lady spent two hours a day, 5 days a week for more than a year, sitting down at various spots throughout her house making sure I get peeks of her comparatively small but fleshy and occasionally lactating breasts through her low neck gowns.

This spark along with the crystal clarity of the fact that I would never get to touch them nor mention seeing them to her and the cemented situation that it would always remain one sided was GENESIS. The birth of that person, the one who would take over in the future and make a few decisions that would complicate my life.

Chapter 4: Questions.

Jumping to the point toward the end of Genesis 2,where I would regularly be spending days groping while exchanging every possible bodily fluid with my naughty girlfriend (Eve); aside from the frequent partnered sexual episodes, I found out that I was pleasuring myself daily and sometimes more than once a day to a different subject than that of my girlfriend. It was always a woman of fantasy at the center of those mental images that I was pleasuring myself to.

They always ranged from magazine image inspired women to those of pure fantasy. I always noted that I ejaculated the hardest to these thoughts of fantasy than the more than adequate mental images of the reality that surrounded me. Why ? Why not just cum to the thoughts of that girl in whose bosom I spent half the day buried in, who would call my name while in ecstasy and who would spread her legs to allow me to feel the wet and sticky result of the spellbind that I seemed to have her in. I never knew the answer at that time.

Chapter 5: Stirrings of a new beginning.

In Genesis 3, I had my fated moments at the academy where I was genuinely afraid of getting caught during class hours with a noticeable bulge up front. Surprisingly all of them exclude those that involved the little hands of Eve in my pants or the feeling up of any of her curves by me.

In hindsight I think this was when the inner me shared time in command of my body while I was without Eve, i.e. class hours and time I spent alone with my wicked thoughts and incidentally, it was only these moments where I fantasized about lips that I would never kiss and touches I would never feel, the thirst for more than what I had.

The first experience was that of an accident, during the 4th desirable’s class, the underdog, I was being the troublesome me I always was and ended up getting a slap on my hands as a small punishment, but what remained was not a mark but in fact the lingering feeling of her rough palm but soft skin that I got to touch while blocking some of them. While it did not trigger any reaction immediately, later that evening while my fictional beauty was stroking me I happened to notice that her touch was that of a rough palm with a masterful stroke.

I came harder than usual and loved the feeling and would hence forth apply that same sensation to all my sexual fantasies.

On another occasion, I had to get permission for our class to get game time during the free hour and it so happened that the one teacher I had to ask was the underdog again. This time was the first time that I happened upon her sitting down. The view from the back reinforced her spot given at the bottom of the desirables, the folds of fat from the upper back to the love handles and the over sized butt just slightly over flowing off the sides of the chair she was sitting on.

When I stopped at her the view from my position caught me off guard and for a moment I was caught in gaze that I couldn’t tear away from. It took me a second or so and I was so nervous that she may have noticed but thankfully she was too busy doing her own work looking down into her book.

I saw her bending over her work and her big saggy breasts resting on the table and being pushed up inside her bra. The cleavage was massive and that was the surprise!

Thankfully I managed to tear away in time and make it seem like I had just walked up, asked whatever was to be asked and left. But that image burned itself into my memory.

That evening and henceforth, whenever I found myself in need to beat off to something other than the super models in the magazines I found myself re-envisioning those breasts I saw.

The fantasy never had a beginning of its own for I could never imagine a situation where I would be able to get my teacher to strip for me. But it started past all those nuances right into the action. “There she was kneeling in front of me with her million dollar smile, topless.

I stood over her, my cock in my hand stroking furiously to bathe her in my cum. Just to get myself closer to climax I move in after she licks her lips while she closes her eyes and touch her lips with the tip of my cock rubbing it gently, then she opens her eyes again, takes my cock in her rough hands, pulls me down and places it between her big fat breasts and then proceeds to crush my cock with them. I felt a huge surge through my cock in seconds and watched my sticky cum gush out like it was from a hose and splash on the her face while she looked down mouth agape hoping to taste some of my seed.

I stand back after my last torrent of cum and watch as it slides off her lips, cheeks and chin and fall onto those saggy breasts and like rivers through valleys, it flows down the deep stretch marks then off over her big nipples and onto her fat tummy.” My eyes opened to see one of the biggest messes I had made so far! I had to wipe myself for ages just to get up and go to the shower. Thus the stage had been set, I had found my offbeat fantasy.

END

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Looking forward in Genesis : “Chapter – 6” Moving On.

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