The Snapper
Introduction:
A traveler meets a big girl with a snapping pussy.
The Snapper
By the middle of the ‘90s, Terri and I had been married for more than twenty years. I had taken a job which paid very well. However, it kept me away from home for weeks at a time. Though a few trips were by air, most of my travel was in my personal car. I had been on the road nearly two weeks when I met Sue.
Shortly after dark on a Saturday evening, I stopped for the night in central Illinois. As usual, I stayed at a motel that was part of a well known, nation-wide, chain.
After getting settled in my room, I decided to go to the motel’s restaurant for dinner. As I ate my dinner, I could hear music coming from the motel’s lounge.
After finishing dinner, I headed for the bar to have a drink and relax. A live band was attempting to play country music. I say attempting because, they were loud, but not very good. They frequently missed notes and badly screwed up the lyrics to well know tunes.
I enjoy dancing. So, as I sipped my drink, I scanned the room for possible dance partners. My gaze settled on a young lady sitting about three tables away.
She was a rather heavy girl who probably weighed in at about 225 pounds. I like the larger girls. They tend to have big tits, and I love big tits. This one was no exception. She was wearing jeans and a loose fitting blouse. That blouse allowed just enough of a view of her ample cleavage to pique my interest.
She was with a couple who seemed to be deeply engrossed with each other. They were paying little attention to their friend. The girl I was interested in seemed bored and unhappy. When we finally made eye contact, I smiled at her. She smiled back.
The band began playing their next number. It was a slow tune. I approached her, introduced myself, and asked her to dance.
She looked up and, with surprise in her voice, asked. “Me? You mean me?”
“Yes, you! Is there something wrong with me asking you to dance?” I replied, as I held out my hand.
“Oh no! That’ll be fun.” She said. With a broad grin spreading across her face, she practically jumped to her feet, took my arm, and rushed to the dance floor. She dragged me with her.
As we took each other into our arms and began dancing, she told me her name was Susan, but everyone called her Sue. Sue then asked. “Why did you want to dance with me, instead of one of the many other girls here?”
Having found over the years that an honest answer is so much easier to remember, I told her why I had chosen her to dance with. “You looked lonely, and I prefer big girls.”
“Why?” Sue asked.
I asked her. “Do you want an honest answer?”
When she said she did, I gave it to her straight. “Big girls have big tits, and I like big tits.”
Sue thought about that for a second, smiled, pulled me closer. Hugging me tihtly, she crushed her tits into my chest. She asked. “Do you think these are big enough?”
“I think they’re great.” I replied. I returned her tight hug.
When our dance was ended, I invited Sue to join me at my table. She accepted, picked up her drink, and told her friends she was joining me. They didn’t seem to notice, let alone care.
For the next couple of hours, Sue and I danced to the slow tunes. We talked at our table when the band played the faster stuff. Neither of us cared for the fast stuff.
She told me she was twenty-seven-years old and single. Her long-term boyfriend had gotten into drugs. For the past year, or so, he had been both physically and verbally abusive. She had finally gotten her fill of his abuse, and had thrown him out a few weeks back. After several unsuccessful attempts, her friends had finally convinced her to go out with them for an evening of dancing. She was out for the first time since her boyfriend’s exit.
By the time the band was about finished for the night, Sue and I had made each other quite horny. We had been discreetly copping feels of each other as we danced. I had been squeezing and rubbing her ample ass and tits. Sue had been firmly grinding her crotch into mine, and occasionally let a hand slide down to rub my hardening cock.
When the last dance ended, we kissed firmly. I asked. “Would you like to come back to my room for a while? I’ll be happy to take you home later.”
Sue, holding me tightly, replied. “I’ll go with you, but please go slow. I haven’t been intimate with anyone in almost a year. I have my own car, so it won’t be necessary to take me home.”
We headed for my room arm in arm.
When we entered the room, I turned the radio to some soft music with the volume low. Wrapping both my arms around her waist, I pulled her tightly to me, and we kissed passionately. Sue put her arms around my shoulders, and we resumed dancing.
As we danced, I kissed and nibbled my way from her ears, to her neck, and finally to the cleavage between her abundant tits. I reached into her pants, squeezed both ass cheeks, and pulled her hips to me. Sue was again grinding her crotch against my erect cock. Licking and sucking between her big tits, I began unbuttoning her blouse.
Sue pulled away and said. “Wait a minute!” I was thinking she had changed her mind about being in my room. Instead, with a smile, she gently pushed me back onto the bed, and proceeded to turn off all the lights.
When I asked, she reluctantly agreed to leave the bathroom vanity lights on as she returned. Her smile grew wider when I told her I thought she had a beautiful body, and she should not try to hide it in the dark.
I had stripped to my underwear by the time she returned from the bathroom. Sue had removed her blouse and pants. Leaving on a pair light blue panties and a matching front closing bra. She joined me on the bed.
Cradling her in my right arm, I resumed kissing, licking, and sucking Sue’s neck and tits. I quickly released the clasp of her bra and set those large puppies free. To say they were more than a hand and mouth full would be a serious understatement. I was impressed by their firmness. In spite of their size, Sue’s tits stood well out from her chest, even when she was lying on her back.
Her nipples had begun to harden, and, by gently licking and sucking on them, I quickly had them standing at attention. Sue’s nipples were small for the size of her tits. Even when erect, they were only a little larger than amall pencil erasers. I firmly sucked her left nipple into my mouth and gently nipped it. Sue gasp, arched her back, and pushed her tit to my eager mouth. Attention to both of Sue’s tits soon had her moaning and writhing on the bed. Her tits turned out to be one of her more sensitive areas.
As I continued to administer attention to Sue’s tits, I slowly slid my left hand down her belly toward her full bush. When I reached the top of her panties, she widely spread her legs giving me easy access to her pussy. My fingers began making long slow strokes up and down her pussy’s lips through her panties. She responded by lifting her ass off the bed. She rocked her pelvis and thrust her pussy up to my hand.
By that time, her panties had become soaking wet with her pussy’s lubricating juices. When I slid my thumb under the left side of her panty’s waistband, Sue lifted her ass and pushed down on the right side. Sue’s panties quickly disappeared over the foot of the bed. I then had unobstructed access to her dripping pussy.
I resumed stroking Sue’s slit, being careful to come very close to, but not touch, her clit. In short order, Sue was rhythmically thrusting her hips into the air chasing my hand.
I continued to firmly suck her nipples. When she seemed to be in a sexual frenzy, nearing an orgasm, I plunged two fingers deep into her hot, wet, hole. Using my thumb, I gently caressed her clit.
Sue threw her head back, arched her back, grabbed my invading hand with both of her hands, and held my fingers tightly in her pussy. “Oooooh, I’m cuming!” She gasped.
Sue’s pussy was surprisingly tight. It was almost as tight as a recently deflowered virgin. Then, I got another surprise.
As Sue held my fingers deep inside hungry hole, her pussy muscles began strong, rhythmic, contractions around my fingers. The contractions continued for nearly a minute, until her orgasm subsided.
Now, I know many have heard of this phenomenon. Most haven’t believed it. There’s even an old comedian who, at one time, made jokes about it. But, it’s true. I found one. Sue had a snapping pussy.
As Sue began to relax, I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and started to roll onto her. I was eager to get my cock into that snapper.
Sue hugged me, and asked me to wait a minute. She then pushed me onto my back. Without a moments delay, she slid down and took my cock deep into her mouth and partly down her throat. She proceeded to give me one hell of a deep-throat blowjob. She rapidly bobbed up and down on my cock taking me deep into her throat with every stroke. She sucked like she was starving for cum. I’ve never had a girl suck so hard. Sue was not only blessed with a snapping pussy, but she could suck the proverbial golf ball through a garden hose. In no time, she had me shooting my load deep into her throat. Sue kept up the hard sucking even after she had gotten the last of my load. Sue wanted every drop of cum I could give her, and she intended to get it. She sucked my cock until it had gone completely soft.
For the next twenty minutes, or so, we cuddled and talked. Sue said she had little control over her vaginal contractions. She said she had them almost every time she became highly aroused.
I continued to slowly finger Sue’s pussy and nibbled her tits. Her nipples stayed fully aroused, and nipping them brought moans of pleasure from Sue. Her pussy gave an occasional contraction around my fingers.
At the same time, Sue was gently stroking and fondling my cock and balls. When my cock began showing signs of life again, Sue brought me to full strength with more of her powerful sucking.
When my cock had regained its full vitality, I gently rolled onto Sue. I fully enter her snapper with one smooth thrust. Her pussy was still very tight. Slowly at first, I began stroking in and out of her. It took a bit of time, but as my second orgasm approached, I increased the speed and force of my strokes.
When I told her I was about to cum, Sue said she was getting close too. She raised her legs, and rapped them around my waist. She used those legs to pull me deep into her long neglected hole. She gasped and begged. “Please, give it to me!”
As Sue’s legs pulled me into her pussy, I slammed into her as hard and deep as I could, and began dumping my second load of cum. “I’m cuming, baby!”
As I held my cock deep in Sue’s tight pussy, her vaginal muscles again began contracting and releasing rapidly. Rhythmically and powerfully her pussy squeezed my cock. For nearly a minute her snapper milked my cock. That cunt seemed to have a mind of its own. Like her blowjob, Sue’s pussy seemed to be sucking every drop of cum from my balls. That talented and hungry pussy continued clamping down on my cock until I began to loose my erection.
As I rolled off Sue, I was soaked with sweat. So was she. I said to her. “Wow! That was fantastic. I have never felt anything like that.”
“I don’t usually do that more than once a night. I guess a little gentleness goes a long way.” Sue said breathlessly.
After cuddling for a short time, Sue said she had to get up early for work Sunday morning. She dressed, kissed me goodbye, and walked out the door.
I was never able to find Sue again, though not due to a lack of trying. I only have my memories of her. The memory of a sweet young girl with a great set of tits, and a snapping pussy, will be with me forever.
