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“The silky walls of my pussy enclosed his manhood.” It’s cold outside so I’m going to give you a good and dirty story to help warm your chestnuts. My photos for BIG BUTT were taken while on a trip to get a Christmas tree. My best friend forever, Crystal, picked me up one Saturday and I said, “We have lots of shopping to do but first we need to get a tree.” An hour later we were driving to Sussex County, New Jersey, heading towards Pine Country. Crystal eyed the axe in the backseat. “Do you mean for us to chop our own tree down?” she asked in surprise. I responded, “Why not, I do it every year!” Crystal looked at me as if I had lost my mind and was driving to the insane asylum instead of a tree farm. We finally turned off the highway onto a country road. The scenery was breathtaking as we passed several tree farms. Colorado Blue Spruce, Norway Spruce, Douglas fir, White pine, Scotch pine and the perennial favorite, Balsam fir, all stood tall along the winding dirt road. A big smile graced Crystal’s beautiful face as she took in the wonder of nature. I pulled up to a shack that said “Christmas Trees” and honked the horn. A stocky man with a weathered face and arms the size of an Oak tree came out. He looked us over, laughed and said, “I want to see you two ladies come back with a tree!” He gave us maps, pointed to a road behind the shack, and went back inside still laughing. We finally arrived at a spot where my SUV could go no further and had to walk the rest of the way. We crunched through a thick layer of snow, heading deeper into the forest. I noticed an extra large set of footprints in the snow ahead of us and abruptly stopped in my tracks, causing Crystal to fall into my backside. We tumbled in a big fat heap to the snow and sat looking at each other covered from head to toe in white flakes. “Please tell me those are not bear paws!” Crystal screamed. Crystal, for all her worldly ways, can sometimes be a chicken shit. Before I could respond, a deep voice behind us said, “Of course not.” We almost killed each other scrambling to get up and turn around. The view behind us wasn’t bad at all. He was a hiker no doubt, and I loved that rugged outdoorsy type. His jeans were skin tight and the cap on his head almost hid his eyes, but I could tell he was admiring us. Crystal just stared until I nudged her in the ribs. I licked my lips, already forming a plan of action, knowing that I was going to get a piece of the hiker before the day was over. I explained how we wanted to cut down our own tree and to our amazement, instead of continuing on his way, he grabbed the axe from me and offered to help us.

Fifteen minutes later he shouted, “Timber!” A majestic tree fell to the ground with a surprisingly quiet boom as it hit the deep snow. He grabbed some rope from his pack and tied the tree down. Crystal and I jumped up and down like his personal cheerleaders and gave him a big hug. The hiker grinned and asked, “Where is your car?” I looked back and knew my tired mammoth butt was not walking all the way back to the truck. Crystal just groaned and sank to the ground. Our hero told us he would be back in a sec, and before we knew it he was driving toward us in a 4x4 shiny red pickup truck! My pussy began to sweat and my clit twitched. Excitement ran through me and, judging by the expression on Crystal’s face, she was feeling the same heat. We maneuvered the stud to the back of the truck and decided to show our appreciation. I slowly walked up to him. “We need to thank you for chopping down our tree,” I said. He smiled, not sure what to say, and watched Crystal scamper up into the bed of his pickup. She grabbed our personal tree chopper by the arms and pulled him up into the truck with me holding onto his feet. I unzipped the jeans of our willing captive. Jockey shorts sprang to view and instead of reaching for my ultimate prize I stood up over him and slowly pulled down my pants. I rarely wear panties so the cool crisp air whipping around my clit and crack sent shivers up my spine. I pulled the pants to my ankles and straddled his face. Crystal took her cue and quickly dropped her ultra-tight blue jeans and waddled around until she also straddled his face. The scent of our fat cunts filled the forest and the hiker whipped out his cock.

“You like the smell of hot pussy?” I purred seductively. “You want some of this?” Crystal brazenly asked. We both stood naked over him from the waist down. My huge meaty butt and thick thighs begged for a good fuck. My gal pal, though not as aggressive as me, held her own and squatted milky vanilla thighs over his face to give the hiker more of her womanly aroma. He reached up and pulled her fleshy clit closer to his mouth. I watched as Crystal wrapped her plentiful white cunt and thighs around his head in a choke hold that he wasn’t coming out of anytime soon. I looked back at the hard prick waiting stiff and rigid for me and slowly eased back, careful not to trip over the pants around my ankles. I lowered myself until the head of his tool glazed my lips and then I slivered my thick lips down his shaft. My hot breath rose in the frigid air as hot tongue met hot dick. I heard a muffled moan and continued on with my tongue assault. His taste made me horny as a cat in a back alley! I looked up to see Crystal give our Good Samaritan a face fuck of a lifetime. Her heavy tits shook under her sweater and her substantial thighs seemed to smother him. The man under her didn’t seem to mind and held her firmly in place as he lapped her love box. The heat flaring up through my snatch and the cold on my hefty butt was a little too much to deal with, so I simply gave the hiker one last lick and climbed on his cock. He shuddered as the silky walls of my pussy enclosed his manhood. I took all of him and rode without a care. We were like a huge playground seesaw rocking toward fulfillment. Crystal and I moaned and groaned over the hiker, taking his tongue and cock in our wet twats. We were doing something dirty and didn’t give a fuck. I love the feel of dick in me and gave the tree chopper wave after wave of fat ass and sizzling hot pussy. I bounced up and down on his prick until Crystal almost fell off. The hiker moaned, “I love fat women, give it to me.” His cock pulsed inside me and I knew our BBW tag-team was about to be his undoing. I rode furiously, shaking and quaking until I felt the sensuous pound of orgasm in my ears and down through my clit. I screamed into the cold air, “This fuckin’ cock is sooooo damn good!” The hiker’s stiff tool throbbed unmercifully in me and his tongue continued to plunder Crystal’s cunt. Crystal muttered, “Eat my pussy, baby, don’t’ stop, I’m going to cum in your mouth.” The big stud held onto Crystal’s fat ass with one arm, and his other arm was tight around my waist, holding me in place on his throbbing cock. We fucked in the middle of a tree farm screaming and crying in heat. The hiker could not handle two lusty big women for long. He wailed, “I’m going to fuckin’ cum all over your asses!” He meant that because he flipped us to our knees and stood up to blast our white butts with a warm blast of creamy white spunk! We eventually headed back home with satiated libidos and our precious holiday tree. Of course we stopped off to pay for the tree and to flip the bird at the smug guy who laughed at us earlier that morning. The look on his face was priceless. Dear Mr. Hiker, sorry we didn’t get your name but, if you are out there reading this, thanks for the tree!

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