Chapter 3 : A Man Down On His Luck

Where as you were at your peak with even greater advents on the horizon, the exact opposite could be said for one Richard Dickson. To call him a man down on his luck would be quite the serious understatement. The divorce had left him out of a home and soon the exorbitant cost of paying both alimony and child support left him penniless and jobless as well. All of it because his whore of a wife of fifteen years decided she had grown tired of him and scampered off with his two kids for a man ten years his junior. Destitute , depressed and unable to pay child support , what followed for Dick was a hard life and an exigent ten year stay at the city's local penitentiary, where he was **** to give up not only his basic freedoms but the one thing his wife hadn't stolen away, his 'pride'. Richard spent those next ten years stewing in his melancholy and festering his hate and anger not just for his wife but women in general, believing them to be nothing more than vanity obsessed sluts , looking for the next fat cock to fill them up or big spender to sweep them off their feet. Completing his stay, Richard found himself thrust into a world that cared little for those of his status , that being the less than reputable members of society , coupled with being out of the working age prime, he found it difficult to find and keep gainful employment. As such he was **** to take part in a lifestyle he found even more demeaning than his time in prison , being a beggar on the street. Being **** to rely on the kindness of a society that cared little for him , rummaging through trash just to keep a full belly and clothed, beaten , look down upon and dejected. Coupled with the divorce and his time in prison , Dick was undoubtedly a changed man both mentally as well as physically. Angry at how both the system and society treated him and continued to treat him , Richard had become a man with a short temper , vindictive, selfish and callow , most of his hate directed towards women thanks to his wife, yet that didn't stop him from lusting after them like a starved dog, hungry for any sort of sustenance. His time incarcerated, had left him woefully deprived of any form of female comfort, their only redeeming feature he believed was the usage of their feminine form and features as pleasure for their much superior male counterparts. This unrestrained perverse desire had resulted in him receiving, on more than one occasion , a series of slaps, jabs or kicks , when his wanting hands found themselves on areas a little to personal for any unsuspecting female stranger, and in some instances a visit from the police. However that doesn't mean he was completely without regret at least for himself. Often times he'd find himself wallowing in his own self pity , lamenting about the absolute depravity and abysmal futility of his situations, on days similar to today.

" Oh how my life could've been so much different , If I had never shacked up with that blonde bimbo bitch." He muttered to himself through his thin creased lips , half awake, as he pinched his bulbous pallid nose with his thick fingers.

Richard groaned as the rotating sun's radiant yellow rays begun to pierce between the canopy of trees that had shaded him during his slumber, caressing his stout , portly physique with a gentle caressing warmth, causing slight discomfort to his shielded eyes as they did.

" Fuck....... suns changing direction already ?" He puzzled , slowly adjusting himself to sit upright on the small wooden bench that he rested.

" Shit I better start looking for food" He mumbled groggily as one hand rubbed across his face from the tip of his flabby double chin to the back of his greasy balding grey mane, the other working at his groin to adjust his sizeable cock in his torn khaki trousers.

Dick continued to rub his eyes for a few seconds more before squinting and slowly surveying the brightly lit terrain , collecting his thoughts to better decide his next course of action. Doing so his eyes nearly bulged out of his head as it stopped dead in their tracks lasering in on the site that had enchanted his gaze. His mouth fell agape and began to almost salivate as his fat cock stiffened against his trousers rapidly , almost painfully so. He saw an image which he can only claim to have witnessed , in some of his most sinfully lubricous masturbatory fantasies. Sitting a few meters across his left , back turned to him, was a raven haired bombshell beauty , attired in a semi formal white blouse and an incredibly tight pencil skirt that hugged her form lewdly , her silky black hair tied up into a high bun revealing her long slender porcelain white neck. Her narrow shoulders and slim waist only serving to further accentuate the dramatic flare of her wide , thickset, baby yearning hips, easily surpassing the width of her shoulders giving her sickeningly full hourglass figure as they pushed tightly against the straining textile of her skirts waist , leaving outlines of pockets of fat due to their sheer volume, threatening to snap the skirt in two. But what truly caught Dick's twisted eye , were the humongous swells of juicy flesh that were located directly beneath them, their sheer volume and her sitting motion causing them to jut prominently against the already stretched thin fabric that clung lasciviously to their curvature, highlighting each cheeks large , round , full, firm magnificence. Their sheer volume causing her ample sea of ass fat to spill even more prominently to the sides and the front as the squeezed tightly to the point of bursting by the **** of her sitting on the chair and the clinging of the black skirt distending strikingly and invitingly , no demandingly in Dick's mind. She was asking for that overstuffed skirt to be torn off and her gigantic backside , her hips and ass wouldn't be such a teasingly huge size if they weren't meant to be bred, after all that's what women were made for in Dick's mind at least and she certainly was over achieving.

Dick shot bolt upright , much like his twitching schlong, as he begun to cautiously stalk around the bimbo beauty from a far , desperately trying to drink in every aspect of her form. As he did so he noticed that she wasn't dining alone but with an preppy , lean built , blonde kid that looked a decade her junior, however this distraction was fleeting as he eyes latched unto to an equally as delectable and jaw dropping site as her overflowing plump rear. A passing thought in his mind wondered why the blouse she wore pulled forward against her a bi too snuggly , looking at it now he had his answer. They were roughly the size , of small overripe watermelons as they torpedoed against their cotton confines , eagerly consumed the fabric meant for the rest of her body causing the blouse to come untucked and reveal the supple , yet taut flesh of the hem of her torso and back. The hot summer day , caused them to be drenched in perspiration, causing the white cotton to cling even more needlingly to their shape , highlighting their humongous tear drop shaped fatness as they drooped slightly at the behest of gravity, resulting in the fabric becoming discolored revealing the color of her skin and the faint outline of her bright red bra. What really sent his blood boiling and his precum oozing out of the tip of his engorged cock, was the way in which t=struggled to contain their mountainous volume . Even from this distance he could watch how the fabric and it's buttons strained as they wrapped tightly against her gigantic tits , resulting in an ocean of their tender , plump flesh to spill out of her unbuttoned neckline , indiscriminately in every direction as they threatened to burst of the rest of her attire. It was as if her blouse , much like Dick's inflamed member was crying out for release.

His heart pounded away, like a jackhammer in his chest as a lustful heat spread all over his entire body and concentrated in his lions, he wanted nothing more than to ravish the woman before him , right there and then. He wanted nothing more than to rip those bountiful breasts free from their cotton prison and fondle , grope and play with them as he pleased, to drop his fat cock between them and watch them disappear into the mountain of supple , white tender flesh , as the pressure from their weight and her more than helping hands wrung them dry. He teased himself , at how soft , succulent and full they must feel, his heart almost skipping with trepidation as he wondered, how if they were that big that it would certainly mean their filled with gallons of milk, ready to spew fort at the gentlest of touch. He wanted nothing more than for the folds of her undoubtedly sopping wet mound , to clamp down hungrily on his fat. stiff , filled to the brim cock , as they wrung his sweet baby batter up and out into her expectantly fertile womb. After all , the creator wouldn't have given her such plentiful , round, bubbly cushions on her backside and wide, ****, birthing hips, if it didn't mean that her wanting cunt should be filled with obscene amounts of spunk, so that she could pop out a couple of brats every available cycle.

Dick had not felt this way in a long time , almost like a dog in heat , a lust addled mad man , desiring nothing more than to have his way with and blow his thick , pent up load into the woman before him. That woman was none other than , your strict , by the books , helicopter mom. A sinister smile crept across Dick's face as he loosened his belt and undid his zipper. He would do whatever it takes to bend her over and fuck her senseless , regardless of the consequences he thought to himself , as he sauntered his way in your direction.