She Broke the Bed AND Him

I’d always had a thing for bigger women, curvy, confident, unapologetic. But nothing prepared me for Vanessa. We matched on a dating app where she was upfront: “BBW seeking someone who can handle all this.” Her photos showed a 5'9" Amazon with soft caramel skin, massive natural breasts that strained against every top, wide hips, thick thighs, and an ass that could swallow furniture. 

We met for drinks at a dive bar downtown. She wore a tight red dress that hugged every curve, her cleavage a hypnotic valley. Conversation flowed easily, laughs, teasing, her hand on my thigh under the table.

“You sure you’re ready for me, Mike?” she asked, voice low and sultry. “Most guys talk big until they see me naked.”

I grinned. “Try me.”

By the time we got to my place, tension was electric. My apartment was basic: living room with a couch, bedroom with a queen bed I’d reinforced myself after a past mishap. Vanessa kicked off her heels in the hallway, towering over me slightly even barefoot.

“Bedroom,” she commanded, pushing me ahead.

She stripped slowly, peeling the dress over her head. No bra, her enormous tits spilled free, heavy and pendulous, dark nipples thick and erect. Her belly was soft and rounded, leading to wide hips and a shaved pussy peeking between thunder thighs. She turned, showing her ass: two massive globes that jiggled with every step.

“Like what you see?” she teased, slapping her own ass hard enough to echo.

“Fuck yes,” I breathed, stripping fast. My cock was rock-hard.

She pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top. The mattress dipped deeply under her weight, springs groaning.

“Hope this holds,” she laughed, straddling my hips.

Her pussy was already soaked, sliding along my shaft as she ground against me. I grabbed handfuls of her tits, kneading the soft flesh, sucking one nipple deep into my mouth. She moaned, arching back.

“That’s it, baby.”

She reached between us, guiding my cock inside her. God, she was tight despite her size, velvety walls gripping me as she sank down fully.

“Fuck, you’re big,” she groaned, starting to ride slowly. 

The bed creaked ominously with each bounce. Her weight drove me deeper than usual, her belly pressing against mine, tits slapping my chest. I thrust up to meet her, hands on her wide hips.

“Harder,” she demanded.

I gripped tighter, pounding up. The headboard banged the wall—thud, thud, thud. She rode faster, her ass cheeks clapping against my thighs, sweat making our bodies slick.

“Yes! Give me that dick,” she cried. “Stretch my pussy.”

The frame started protesting louder, wood cracking sounds mixing with our moans. I didn’t care; the sight of her above me, rolls jiggling, face contorted in pleasure, was everything.

She leaned forward, smothering me with her breasts. I motorboated them, biting gently, while she slammed down harder.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted. “Don’t stop…fuck!”

Her orgasm hit like a storm, pussy clenching hard, juices flooding over me. She screamed, body shaking, and the bed chose that moment to give.

CRACK!

The frame splintered under us. One side collapsed, the mattress tilting wildly. We slid toward the floor but didn’t stop, she kept riding through the chaos, laughing breathlessly.

“Keep going!” she ordered. 

I flipped us, somehow, pinning her beneath me on the tilted wreck. Her legs wrapped around my waist, thick thighs squeezing.

“Pound me, Mike! Wreck this pussy!”

I did, slamming in deep, balls slapping her ass. The broken bed rocked with us, springs screaming. She clawed my back, nails digging in.

I reached down, rubbing her clit furiously. Her eyes rolled back.

“Yes! Right there!”

Second orgasm ripped through her, stronger, squirting around my cock. The intensity pushed me over; I buried deep and unloaded, groaning as I filled her.

We collapsed laughing amid the wreckage, bed fully collapsed now, mattress on the floor.

“Holy shit,” I panted. “You broke my bed.”

She grinned, pulling me close. 

I was, muscles aching, back scratched raw, cock spent. But already stirring.

Round two started on the floor. She got on all fours, massive ass up.

“My turn,” she said.

I knelt behind, sliding into her dripping pussy from behind. Her cheeks rippled with each thrust, hands sinking into soft flesh.

“Spank me,” she demanded.

I slapped her ass, hard. Red handprints bloomed on caramel skin.

“Harder! Make it sting!”

Smacks echoed as I railed her. She backed onto me, meeting every thrust.

“Pull my hair.”

I grabbed a fistful, yanking her head back as I pounded.

“Yes! Treat me like you slut!”

“You love this dick destroying you?” I growled.

“Fuck yes! Deeper, ruin me!”

She came again, collapsing forward. I followed, pulling out to paint her ass and back with thick ropes.

We weren’t done. She pushed me onto my back on the ruined mattress.

Straddling again, she sank down reverse cowgirl. Her weight pinned me fully, pussy swallowing me whole.

She bounced relentlessly, ass clapping loudly, thighs slapping mine. I was trapped beneath her glorious bulk, loving every second.

“Take it,” she commanded. “All this ass owning you.”

The floor shook. My cock ached from overuse but stayed hard.

“I can’t… fuck, Vanessa…”

“Can’t what? Can’t handle more?” she teased, grinding slow circles.

She sped up, tits bouncing wildly, though I couldn’t see them. Her moans filled the room.

“One more load, baby. Give it to me.”

I did, exploding inside her as she ground through another orgasm, milking me dry.

Finally spent, she rolled off. I lay there sore, exhausted, grinning like an idiot.

“Told you,” she said, kissing my cheek. “I break beds… and men.”

We ordered a new bed frame the next day, king-size, reinforced steel. She moved in a month later. Some nights, we still reminisce about that first collapse, laughing before she climbs on top to remind me who really runs things. Vanessa didn’t just break the bed that night; she claimed me completely.