Shortly after graduating college, back home I went out with three of my guy friends with whom I grew up. This would have been in 1999. We went to a house party one of them had heard about. There weren't a lot of people there - maybe 15. About 8-9 were female. Now I don't know if it was billed as a 'BBW Party,' but pretty much all of the women were bigger gals. I had absolutely no problem with this. Frankly I saw three women straight away that I was attracted to. Sadly, my buddies were not as open-minded (likely because they had not experienced the joy I had hooking up with BBW's prior to this party). Within the first five minutes my friends are whispering, "This sucks, let's leave." Desiring to make time with at least one of the three BBW's I had eyed I tried to forestall their departure, but there was no convincing them. I decided to forfeit my ride and see if I'd have any luck without any wingmen. Now one other thing I noticed about this party was that there was exceptionally tantalizing appetizers/food set out in a buffet. Things like chicken satay, bacon-wrapped dates, a big bowl of salad with sunflower seeds and other interesting ingredients like edamame. I not only wanted to eat this food; I also thought it would give me a chance to break the ice with the other guests. I filled my plate and sat down by one of the woman I was attracted to who looked the most approachable. I commented on the quality of the food; she remarked similarly. We had a nice enough conversation, but she seemed hung up on why my friends left. I had told her that they were checking out another party but were heading back here. Again, she was suspicious as to why I didn't join them. I decided to move on. The next woman I spoke to, Margaret, I enjoyed far better results. I told the same lie about my friends intending to come back; she didn't seem to care one way or the other. Turned out Margaret brought the salad and was flattered that I took a big plate of it and said how much I liked it. We talked for about an hour when she said, "I don't think your friends are coming back to this party." "I know," I admitted, thinking Margaret was slipping away. But she surprised me - "Do you need a ride back to your place or did you drive separately?" "Actually, I'd love a ride, if you're offering." Margaret agreed. I offered to take her salad bowl and tongs, but she said she would pick it up another day, but that I was so thoughtful. On the way to her car, I put my hand in hers. She grasped my hand agreeably. At her car I leaned in for a kiss; she kissed back eagerly. As I was living with my parents having just graduated, I asked if she'd like to go to her place. Margaret smiled coyly and said, "Ummm, sure." In her car I placed my hand on her knee. She was wearing a not-too-long/not-too-short skirt, so I was able to touch her bare knee. Her knee was fleshy and sexy; I started rubbing it. Encouragingly, Margaret said, "Mmm, that's nice." I noticed Margaret's thighs ever so subtly spread apart as I massaged her knee. Emboldened, I reached under her skirt and stroked her vagina over her panties. As soon as my index and middle finger came in contact with her panties and, indirectly, her labia, Margaret flinched, giggled and said, "Hold on there. I'm trying to drive." Respecting her boundaries I apologized. Now as brief as my contact was with her nether region I still felt both hotness and moisture as I grazed the area. I probably should have waited and been more discreet, but I couldn't help myself. Reflexively, I rubbed the 'offending' fingers under my nostrils. The familiar musk of pussy greeted my olfactory glands. Nothing stinky or foul, just those age-old pheromones that tell a penis that a vagina is ready for it. I might have gotten away with it had I not audibly made an "mmm," sound. "Oh my G-d," Margaret said, "I hope I don't smell down there." I apologized again and said, "No, no. You did catch me. But I'm glad I did it; you smell delicious." Flirtatiously, Margaret replied, "Delicious, huhh? Is that a preview of what's to come?" I laughed and said, "I'd be lying if I didn't say I hope so." "We'll see ... we'll see," she mused. We got to her place and sat down on the couch. She put on a CD and when she returned we started kissing. I fondled her breasts over her blouse. They were mammoth. Again, I started stroking her knee and, again, her thighs started spreading apart. Wishing not to offend her I asked, "Now that you're not driving, may I rub you down there?" "Seeing as you asked so politely, I suppose I can let you play with her a little bit." I started rubbing her vagina over her panties. Even more heat and moisture had collected, and this time Margaret did not flinch. Instead she sighed and moaned a little. We took off our shirts and Margaret took off her bra. She had huge breasts that really didn't sag that much despite their size. Large, bubblegum pink nipples. Lovely. I licked her luscious breasts for a bit when Margaret said something that was music to my ears, "Come on, we'd better go to my bed where we can stretch out some more." I dutifully followed, caressing her ample ass over her skirt. When we got to her bed she said, "Well, this has got to come off," as she unzipped her skirt and wriggled it to the floor. "I ought to do the same," I said, as I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and stepped out of my pants. Margaret was still in her panties, but I went full monty, dropped my drawers, and strolled confidently to her bed, my fully engorged erection guiding the way. "Well, you're ready for something to happen." I laughed and said, "Oh this? I thought you might like to play with something as I licked your vagina." Now Margaret laughed. She laid on her back. I took her panties by both ends and pulled toward me. Her legs elevated and spread at this same time aiding my removal of her last vestige of modesty. Margaret had a nice triangle of light brown pubic hair, thick labia majora, but once I spread these outer lips a pink jewel of a pussy opening and clit was revealed to me. I laid on my back, straddled her ample right thigh over my torso and started performing cunnilingus on Margaret. As soon as my tongue made contact with her labia minora, her right hand gripped my erection and started stroking. "I'm glad you suggested this," she kidded, "I would have never thought to play with your penis otherwise." I chuckled but dedicated myself to eating her fragrant, creamy hairpie. Margaret moaned as I licked her lips and clit and soon remarked, "Hmm, my hand's getting tired." Taking her at face value I replied, "Oh, that's okay. I was really kidding around earlier, you don't have to keep playing with it if your hand hurts." "Jeeze, ______, I'm not serious. That's just my excuse to blow you," she replied as she shifted onto her side to take me in her mouth. Now it was my turn to moan. "Ohh, sit on my face," I intoned. Margaret complied, hovering her ample ass over my head while expertly positioning her vagina a tongue's length from my mouth. I licked her pubic hair, labia minora, and clitorus. And I did something which I have not admitted to until now. Remembering her green salad from earlier I couldn't resist the irony of licking her asshole now. I had never done this before (and, frankly, I have never done it since), but I spread Margaret's ass cheeks and examined her anus. It appeared pinkish brown and clean. There were no bits of toilet paper or fecal matter around it. I subtly sniffed it. There's really no better way to describe it than to say it smelled like ass. I had fucked enough women doggy style up to that point to have noticed that somewhat sweet smell of asshole that always seems to emerge when I'd be plowing away from behind. So basically there was really nothing about Margaret's asshole that was holding me back from taking a lick, and so I did. I made an unmistakably intentional circle around her anus with my tongue, her ass did not taste bad - maybe just a little sour. "Ooooooohhhhh," Margaret squealed in surprise and delight. I continued doing this for about three more minutes while Margaret fellated me and Margaret announced, "I'm cumming!" I thought after this Margaret would be done, but instead she said, "I was just going to 69 tonight, but damn, you licked my ass, I'm gonna rock your world." She then grabbed the base of my cock, knee-walked forward, and inserted my penis in her vagina. Having already thrown caution to the wind in eating ass that night, I didn't give a second thought to having unprotected sex with Margaret. Instead I just said, "This is awesome. Fuck me, gorgeous." Margaret did and the sight of her huge ass bouncing up and down was almost too much. I managed to hold out long enough for Margaret to announce, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum again." "I think I'm about ready to cum too," I whisper. Prudently, Margaret took my penis out of her, aimed my penis toward my feet, jerked me off for five seconds when I orgasmed and started shooting ropes all over her bedding and my kneecaps. In afterglow, I said, "First I ate your salad and then I tossed your salad. Both were delicious." "Now I know what to always bring to a house party," she replied, "But seriously, that felt amazing! Where did you learn to do that?" "Nowhere," I replied, "I never did that before."