Hot and heavy
written by:
JL

HOT AND HEAVY

From the upstairs window I could see my clients' daughter sunbathing in her bikini in the back yard.

Leah had red hair, big tits, and she was, well, kind of chubby. But she had a hot body: large tit, round legs, and a plump ass. She lay on her blanket in a tight orange bikini that was maybe too small for her boobs. They rose up and down as she dozed in the sunlight. Her legs shivered in the afternoon sun.

I was working for her parents, installing software updates on their computers and trying to clear out a series of viruses they'd downloaded, but I couldn't help peeking through the window as Leah slept in the sunlight. The parents were at work. It was a hot summer day.

Leah leaned back and began to stroke her crotch. Her eyelids fluttered, and for a moment I was sure she'd spotted me. Then she closed her eyes tight, spread her legs wide, and began stroking her pussy.

I could see curly red hair peeking out from her tight bikini bottom. Her fingers curled round and round, and after a moment she lifted her knees and began going at her clit with both hands. Her stomach churned and bounced. She lifted her hips, eyes closed, and stabbed at her pussy.

"Ahh!" I could hear her groaning. "Yeah. Yes. Yeahhhh . . ." Her head rocked from side to side. "Mmm . . ."

I checked to make sure the computers were erasing the viruses. Then I stood up, breathing hard, to watch Leah as she writhed on the ground, pulling the blanket under her ass from side to side.

"Uhh . . . uhh . . . mmm!" She licked her lips. Her thick thighs trembled, and her boobs shook as she rolled back and forth. "Ohhh . . . oh! Ahh!"

Leah pulled at her bottoms until they were down around her ankles. Her hands were a blur. Her fingers darted in and out, and her legs shook. Then she leaned back, a wide smile on her face, and bit her lip as she came.

"Oh, fuck," she breathed. "Oh fucking fuck. I wish . . ." She laid back on the grass, panting, and then a minute later she rolled over, her bottoms still at her ankles. I could see her ass heaving as she slowly came down from her orgasm.

Leah gave her pussy one last slow stroke, and then she pulled her bikini bottoms up and sat up. With a sigh, she put on her cutoff shorts and headed into the house.

I checked the computers. The scans would take a while. I went downstairs.

Leah was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a soda. She was still in her bikini and cutoffs, and I tried not to openly gaze too closely at her body.

"Leah?"

She looked up, surprised but not frightened. "Hi, Philip. I didn't know you were, uh, here."

"Sorry. Just doing some work on your parents' computers. What are you up to?"

Leah sighed again. "Oh, you know. Just lying outside, wishing I had a boyfriend."

We're neighbors. I'm 32, and I was doing a lot of computer work for people up and down the block, so we knew each other fairly well. Leah was 20, on summer break from college where she was in a pre-law program. We saw each other on the street fairly often.

"Oh, come on." I opened the fridge for a soda of my own. "You're fine. Really."

She snorted. "Look at me." She turned her chair toward me. Her big boobs pushed against her flimsy bikini top, and she spread her fleshy thighs wide, her bare feet pawing the tile.

I gulped my soda and let my eyes linger on her almost-bare body. "Yeah? What's your point?"

"Just that—not exactly svelte and sexy, you know?" She groaned. "This is who I am. I just have to get used to it."

"Oh, come on," I said again. "You look great. Listen, a girl who looks like she's only eaten a leaf of lettuce a day for the last six months isn't very sexy. At least for some guys."

"Well, I don't know where those guys are." She took a swig of soda.

"Do you want to know?"

She blinked. "Uhh . . ."

"Yeah." My throat was dry. This might be a big mistake. But I couldn't help myself. I thought about her masturbating in the back yard.

"Look . . ." I put my soda down and walked over to the table.

Leah gasped as I took her tits in my hands. She might knee me in the balls or tell her parents, but after a moment I knew that she was enjoying the feeling of my hands on her bikini top.

"Is it all right?" I asked.

"Yes." She closed her eyes and leaned forward, pressing her boobs against my palms.

"Oh, yeah."

I slipped my hands under her top, and felt her warm nipples quiver under my fingers. They seemed to grow as I squeezed, melting into my hands. Her tits were soft and squishy, responding to my touch.

Leah leaned back with a long sigh. "That's nice."

"Yeah. It is."

She looked up at me. "Are we going to—you know?"

My feet felt unsteady. "Do you—do you want to?"

"Oh yeah." Leah stood up so fast she almost knocked her soda over. "My room, okay?"

I followed her upstairs, watching her big ass bounce on each step. I paused at the office to make sure my scans were still running, and my cock was already throbbing with anticipation. Did I really do this? Was I crazy?

But when I got to her bedroom Leah was naked. She kicked her bikini bottoms into a corner. Yeah, this was happening.

She stared at me, stark naked in front of her bed, as if afraid I'd change my mind once I got a good look at her body. Her skin was pink and smooth. She had a tattoo of a rose on her hip, and a nice tuft of red hair between her legs. Her boobs looked even bigger and better than I'd imagined. I could hardly wait to kiss them.

"Have you, uh—done it?" I asked.

She swallowed, nervous. "Just a couple of guys in high school. They were so horny they didn't care I was fat. And I was so horny too. But they never wanted to talk to me after we were finished."

"I'm not like that." I closed the door and walked across the room, and took one of her tits into my hand for another squeeze. "You're gorgeous."

She shivered. "Do you always just reach out and grab a girl's tits?"

"Not always." I kissed her on the lips.

Leah pulled me to her naked body. I wrapped my arms around her and ran my hands up down, all over her skin—her shoulders, her back, her plump ass. She was grinding her body against my legs, into my cock until it was throbbing uncontrollably. I squeezed her ass until she groaned, and then she started fumbling at my belt.

Suddenly I couldn't wait any longer. I yanked off my shirt as Leah pulled down my pants, and she backed away as I stripped. Her eyes got wide when she saw my cock, rigid and aching.

"That's . . . bigger than the other ones." She smiled. "I can't wait."

"Leah . . ." My voice was hoarse. "Lie down."

"Yeah." She dropped onto the bed, her legs spread wide, and began stroking her pussy. I pulled her hand away, grabbed her hips, and slid my cock into her pussy. She grunted once, surprised, then moaned as I pushed in as deep as I could. "Oh yeah . . ." She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and lifted her head to watch my dick enter her slit. "That feels so good."

"I'm glad." I bit my lip, fighting to keep from slamming into her and cumming in seconds. I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Leah squeezed my neck, pushing up to get her tits into my face.

"Oh yes," she whispered. "Do it, Phil. Do it. No, wait!" She pushed on my chest.

I'd just started driving my cock in and out, but I managed to slow down, worried that she was changing her mind. "What? Is something wrong?"

"Doggy style." Leah was panting with lust. "I liked it when this one guy did it, and he squeezed my ass when I came. Is it okay?"

"Of course. Whatever you want." I kissed her cheek, but my cock was squirming insistently. "But I need to fuck you now."

Leah laughed. "Yeah. Me too." She rolled over onto her knees and pulled her ass up. "Ready, aim, fire?"

I gripped her wide hips and aimed my dick at her slit. "Hold still."

"Don't wait," she breathed. "Oh, come on and fuck me!"

I slammed my cock into her pussy. Leah was a big girl, but her pussy was tight. She leaned down, pushing back against me as I thrust my dick inside her.

"Oh fuck!" Leah screamed in ecstasy. "I never—it's so hard! Oh yesss . . ." She thrashed back and forth on the bed, moaning. "Fuck me, yes, fuck me, fuck the fat girl . . ."

Rearing back, I clutched her ass and dug my fingers into her skin. "Shut up. You're—oh yeah—gorgeous and sexy and . . ." I couldn't talk anymore, because I was fucking her hard and fast, and staring down at that round, pink ass that quivered with each strong stroke.

Leah wiggled her butt, moaning softly and then louder each time I slammed into her. She reached between her legs to fondle her clit, and buried her face down into her pillows as her fingers shook.

I squeezed her ass, sweat running down my shoulders and chest. As hard as I tried, I wasn't going to be able to keep myself from cumming soon. But Leah seemed close to it too. She was pushing her butt back toward me, driving my cock up deeper inside her pussy, and squeezing one of her pillows as she kept rubbing desperately at her clit. She was probably starved for sex, and her quick session in the back yard wasn't enough to satisfy her cravings.

Leah lifted her head with a loud gasp, her hips heaving. "Yes! That's it! Squeeze me, squeeze me! Yeah . . ."

Her ass shook. I pressed my fingers into her soft flesh as hard as I could, clenching my teeth. Then my cock let loose, spurting my cum down into her pussy as I groaned with release. "Ahh!"

"Uh-huh," Leah panted. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh . . . uhhh."

She slumped on the mattress. I slid out of her and off of her as my cock finished pumping over her legs.

I cupped her tits. Leah sighed and pushed her ass against me. "I needed that."

"Me too."

After a moment, she asked, "Are you going to leave now?"

"I should check the computers. But . . ." I squeezed her boob. "Not yet." "Oh. I just thought . . ."

"I'm not going to just—do it and leave." I twirled my fingertip around her nipple. "I hope this isn't the only time."

"Me too."

We lay pressed together for a few minutes. I rubbed her tits, and eventually she reached back for my dick. "Mmm," she murmured when she felt it starting to get hard again. "Not the only time."

She rolled over and pushed me down onto my back. My cock stood halfway up as she stroked my shaft, slippery with her pussy juices. "Is that bigger than most?"

"I don't know. I don't worry about it."

"Bigger is better, they say." She giggled. "And I'm not exactly petite, so I should know."

"You're better," I told her.

Leah leaned over my hips and took my cock inside her mouth. I groaned, and my dick was suddenly throbbing. Not as urgently as before, but I could feel it beginning to insist on more.

"Ohhh." I squirmed, rubbing her shoulder. "That's nice."

"Mmm." She licked my balls. "This one guy let me give him blowjobs before he fucked me. I got some practice." She inhaled my shaft again, sucking softly as she ran her tongue over it.

"He ‘let' you?" I chuckled. "He got the better deal."

"Yeah, he was a lousy lay." Leah kissed the tip of my prick, then got up on her knees.

"Not like you."

She lifted a leg and straddled my waist. Above me, she looked like a redhaired giant, her massive boobs hanging down over my body. She aimed my cock up at her pussy and smiled, and then she sank down, sliding my dick into her slit.

"Oh!" I grunted with pleasure.

"Am I too heavy?"

"No." I shook my head. "You're perfect. I just want to watch your boobs bounce. I want--"

I grasped her thighs, breathless, as Leah began rocking back and forth on my prick.

"Yeah," I groaned, rubbing her legs. "Just like that."

"Right." Leah smiled at me, then closed her eyes and clutched her big tits. "I want to feel your cum inside me again. And again."

"Soon." I thrust my hips up, driving my dick up into her pussy as far as I could. "And more. All the time. This is—is—you're so . . ." I reached up to squeeze one of her boobs.

"I just want to watch you—up and down—bouncing—and your legs—your butt—your . . ."

I had to stop talking and concentrate on driving my cock up deeper and harder inside her. She moaned, bucking up and down, her tits shaking just the way I imagined them. I stared at them, licking my lips.

"Right," Leah murmured again. "Just like that. You like watching them? I like—you inside me. I want . . . Ohhh . . ."

After cumming once already, I figured I could go longer this time. The bed rocked back and forth as we fucked, our groans and moans growing louder and more frenzied with each thrust of my cock and each bounce of her boobs. I could feel the sweat on her thighs and her weight on my hips. Leah was heavy, yeah, but she felt good on top of me.

I gripped her thighs as she reared up and down, laughing. My balls were bouncing, and pulsing. I could feel the tingle inside of them, and nodded to her as the cum surged inside me.

Leah took a deep breath and planted both hands between her legs, clutching at her clit. "Yeah," she grunted. "Yes, yes, yeah, yes . . . cum, cum, cum—ahhh!"

I erupted again, shooting my sperm into her pussy as my balls churned. Leah's eyes opened wide in ecstasy, and I could feel her pussy clenching as her orgasm hit. She rubbed her clit repeatedly, drawing the sensations out as I pumped a stream of sperm that felt endless and overpowering.

Leah dropped on top of my body, almost knocking the wind from me. I grunted, still cumming, and wrapped my arms around her waist as my cock kept twitching and spurting inside her.

"Sorry," she whispered. "Sorry."

"No," I said. "That was great. All of it."

Leah giggled. "Heavy girls can be sex goddesses too, huh?"

"And old guys." I squeezed her tight.

We may have dozed. Eventually I sat up. Leah looked at me. "You have to go?"

"I should just check the computer." I reached for my boxers. "I'll be back. I just—" I looked down at my limp dick. "After that, I can't promise anything great."

"Maybe you need a sandwich." She smiled, but didn't move.

"Just get some rest." I patted her hip. "I'll be right back."

In just my boxers, I closed her door and headed across the hall.

Leah's father was sitting in the office.

"Michael!" I froze. "Hi! I thought—I mean . . ."

"Doctor's appointment," he said. "After that I thought . . ." He stared at me. "How long have you been dating Leah?"

Dating wasn't exactly the right word, but he probably didn't want to know that. "Not long."

"I could hear . . . well, it's a good thing she shut the door." Michael sighed. I waited for him to pull a gun and shoot me dead.

Instead he shook his head. "I've been worried about her. She's never really had a boyfriend, and I know she's self-conscious about her—her weight. I'm just afraid some asshole might take advantage of her."

"I wouldn't do that," I said automatically.

Another stare. "You'd better not. Just don't hurt her."

"I won't. She's . . . terrific."

With a tired sigh, Michael stood up. "Well, I'd better get back to the office. How's the computer stuff coming?"

"Just finishing some, uh, some scans." Was I really going to live?

"Okay. Don't forget to leave an invoice on the kitchen table." He left.

As my heart rate returned to normal, I checked the computers and confirmed that they were running smoothly. Then I staggered back to Leah's bedroom.

She was dressed in shorts and a long T-shirt. "Was that my Dad?"

"Yeah." I sat down on the bed. "He—I—I told him we just started dating. I didn't mention we've never actually been out on a date, but . . ."

"But he bought it? Good." She sighed with relief. "I guess you have to go now, though."

"Just until tonight." I reached for my shirt. "Where do you want to go?"

"Go?" Leah blinked.

"On our first date. I don't want to be a liar to your father."

Leah smiled. "Really?"

"Really. Pick a spot." "Dinner." She looked excited. "And then maybe back to your place?"

I nodded. "Seven o'clock. It's a date."