Oh, don't worry, my weight and size have never bothered me. My mom is a big lady, my gran was a big lady, and I'm a big lady too. And a very happy one for the most part. But psychologically, that reading flipped a switch and the next thing I knew, I was signing up to Weight Watchers, sorting the pantry between good foods and bad, and wishing beyond any wish I've ever wished in the past that I didn't have to go out tonight.
But when your best friend has a birthday party, and has booked the best restaurant in town to host it... I thought for a moment, then grinned to myself. Fuck it. My diet starts tomorrow. No way am I going to spend tonight gnawing rabbit food, while everyone else pigs out.
I knew most of the people at the party, and Jenny, my friend, introduced me to the rest... Mark and Sharon, Cassie and Sue, Lisa, Briony and... oh yes, Debs and Donny from work, who then corrected her by telling me "call us D&D. Like the game." I made a mental note never to stoop that low.
And Dave, a six foot something beanpole who smiled and extended a hand to shake. "Pleased to meet you. Jenny's told me so much about you."
I glanced quizzically at Jenny, hovering beside us. "Really?"
"Don't worry," she replied. "Only the really bad stuff."
"That's alright then," I shrugged. Although Jenny knew so much "bad stuff" about me that I did wonder exactly what Dave had heard. Not that it could be too awful, because we spent most of the evening talking, first at the restaurant where we were seated side by side, and later at the nightclub upon which we descended when we'd eaten.
It was the dance that really got me interested, though. Until now, he'd been charming, solicitous, a great talker and a good listener. And the first few dances, where the tempo was high and the riffs were dynamite, he got me moving more than I had on a dancefloor in years, simply to keep up with his own exuberant movements.
Still I wasn't expecting, when the mood toned down, for him to wrap me in his arms and all but fuck me on the dancefloor. A long slow smooch that he accompanied with one of the most thrilling hip grinds I've ever experienced. Even the fact that our difference in height meant he was mostly moving against my abdomen didn't matter to him... or to me. His cock felt fabulous, wherever it was touching me.
One song ended, another began, and now he was whispering in my ear. "You feel amazing, I love holding you like this." I wanted to answer with a similar sentiment, but my heart was beating so fast, my breath was catching in my throat, and I couldn't think of anything to say that didn't sound glib or stupid. "I love it too," I finally blurted out. "Don't stop."
The lights were low and dipping lower. The evening was almost at an end. But first, the DJ put on that perennial slow dance classic, "Love Me Like You Do," and I was back in Dave's arm, back feeling his hardness pushing against my body, while my blood boiled and my heart raced and my cunt felt so wet I was glad I'd worn a skirt. Pants would have been soaked through long ago.
I looked around. Even the people dancing closest to us were little more than shadows shifting in the darkness. Occasionally a strobe would flash for a few moments, transforming the room into a flick book of jerking shapes and snapshot glimpses. And I had an idea.
Reaching behind my back, I unclipped my bra, then raised the front of my top, my hand first brushing and then lingering on his cock. "Take it out," I whispered and I watched as he looked around as well. Then a fumble as he undid his pants and there it was, so hot against my abdomen, so hard...
I wanted to do more. He did, too. But not here. The song was coming to an end, the lights would soon be bright again. I pushed against him, rubbing against his dick, wondering if I could make him come, so I could Uber home feeling it drying on my skin. But there was no time. Reluctantly I stepped back, pulled my top back down, and stuffed my bra into my bag. He zipped up too, and then we were back out on the street, everyone saying their goodbyes and hugging, while he and I stood silently, as though neither of us could think what to say.
That moment seemed to go on together; the crowd of revelers was drifting away; I think it was starting to rain. Then Dave took my hand. "If you still want to listen to music, you could come back to my apartment." He paused. "We won't be able to dance much, the people downstairs wouldn't like it. But..." his voice trailed off.
"I'd like that," I said, and he squeezed my hand. "My car's in the lot just down the road." And still hand in hand, laughing as we tried to keep out of the rain, but still got soaked as we ran across the road, we walked those few blocks and into his Explorer.
"We should probably get out of these wet things as well," he said thoughtfully, then added, "I have a spare robe you can wear."
"Thanks," I told him, uncertain whether I meant it. The idea of him parading naked in front of me was almost too much for me to bear; the idea of me parading naked in front of him, on the other hand... for the first time all evening, I thought of the scales. 250 pounds. I was beginning to wonder if this was a good idea.
But there again, Dave had made all the running tonight... well, most of it, anyway. And it wasn't as if he couldn't see how large I was. Maybe he just liked big girls. Or maybe, he just liked me, whatever shape or weight I was. We'd see.
Smart apartment, expensive furnishings, tasteful art, a turntable seated where most folk would keep their television, and a wall comprised almost wholly of vinyl. Even as I dried my hair with the towel he'd just provided, and eyed the robe he had placed on the sofa, I was scanning the titles of his records and wondering whether he'd let me play DJ.
"Do you need a hand over there?" He walked back into the room, a long robe tightly belted, and held up the robe. I shook my head. "I'm okay," and then regretted it. I should have said "yes." But I started undressing as he offered me a drink; then, as he disappeared into the kitchen, I quickly pulled off my top, wrapped myself in the robe (he was right, it did fit), then removed the rest of my clothing.
I sat, and he returned with our drinks, planted himself beside me and an arm went around my shoulders. I leaned into him and now we were kissing. His hand slipped inside my robe, squeezing my breasts and rolling his palm against my nipples, already hard but now growing harder. His head dipped and he took one in his mouth, rolling his tongue as he sucked ever harder.
And I don't know if there is a direct link between nipples and clitoris, but with every movement he made with his mouth, I could feel myself getting wetter still. By the time he started kissing down my body, then rearranged himself to kneel between my legs, I was so close to coming that it would take just one touch in the right place.... And there it was, his tongue on my lips, and I exploded.
Which was his cue to bury his face in my cunt, sucking me in as my hips began to move... then he fell back, his head propped on a cushion that lay on the floor, and pulled me towards him. "Sit on my face."
Giggling, I scooted myself off the coach, spreading my legs to kneel over his chest, as his hands grasped my ass and began pulling me towards his head.
Again a moment of doubt. 250 pounds. No way could I sit... I'd crush him! Instead I set myself to hover just above his open mouth, my cunt lips thrilling as they brushed his lips, but my weight held firmly in my hands and knees.
He licked, a long, slow movement that began at my asshole and ended at my clit. Again, a little quicker. Again, a little more firmly. And then his hands on my hips, forcing me down to bury his face, then rocking me against him.
My cunt was spread wide, my clitoris screaming for attention. Fuck my size, fuck my weight... he squeezed his head out from beneath me. "Fuck my face," he said, so I did. Gently at first, carefully, mindful of... what? I didn't know and, after a few minutes, I didn't care.
Occasionally I'd feel him struggle out to take a breath, but immediately his face would be back beneath me, his tongue extended deep inside me, my clit taking its delight from rubbing against his nose and forehead.
Three times I came, and he showed no interest in stopping... which was fine by me. Then, the next time he came up for air, he remained there. "I love watching your tits move from here."
Playfully, I cupped each one, raised them in my hands, began toying with my nipples. "I want to fuck them," he whispered. "I want my hard cock between your tits" - and he was hard, because I'd grasped him now, my arm stretched out behind me to jerk him.
I began to move, but he sat up first, kissing me then telling me lie down. Now he mounted my body, his cock in my cleavage as he took my hands and laid them, one at a time, on the sides of my breasts. "Make it tight."
I was in heaven. There is no sight on earth more beautiful than a cock fucking a pair of big tits, the head pushing forward, precum dripping from the tip, only to be smeared against my flesh as he pulled back. Faster and faster he moved, and I raised my chin for the inevitable flood of cum that would cover my neck. But his hand was on my face as well, a finger pushing into my mouth, pulling it open - and then his cock was there as well, rock hard against my lower lip as he whispered, "My turn now. Tell me what you want."
I looked at him. "No, tell me what you want me to want." And I licked his cock as it hung before me, my tongue greedy against the slick sheen that coated his cock head. He tasted fantastic.
"I want... I want you to want me in your mouth. Deep. All the way. And then I want you to want me to come, and shoot my load into your throat."
I didn't speak, just wrapped a hand around his cock and pulled him into my mouth. Sucked for a few moments, feeling him strain against the tension, then I ducked back. "What are you waiting for, then?"
And that was it for both of us. He was still fucking my mouth when I came the first time; he was flooding me with his own come when I orgasmed again. And then we were kissing, with me lying on top, and his legs were around me to press me harder against him.
I shifted, kissing his chest now and letting my cunt weigh down on his soft cock, soaking it with my juices. Then slid further down, twisting too, knowing that there was no way we could execute a comfortable 69. But as I sucked his softness into my mouth, my tongue dancing against our conjoined flavors, I felt him moving beneath me, raising his head - and then, hands pulling my ass cheeks apart and hot breath on my ass.
I couldn't help myself. "Yes," I breathed. "Do it." And he did it, the tip of his tongue inside me, his fingers stretching me wider as he rolled and slurped, circling in a tight hole that I was positively willing to spread wider for him.
I thought of returning my attention to his cock, but no. Not yet. Instead I inched back a little, thrusting my ass closer to his face, and almost screaming as he buried his face in it, his tongue licking the crease then back to the hole, rocking me against him, and hardening as he did so... and I just hung there, unable to move, wondering whether I could ever have an orgasm from someone licking out my asshole.
The answer to that is yes.
But now it was my turn. His cock demanded nothing less. First, though, I thought, as an extra treat for, first I was going to suck his balls. And then, not caring what I looked like, or how much I weighed, I held his cock against my stomach, burying it deep between two folds of flesh, and told him what I wanted. "Fuck my fat."
He lasted three thrilling thrusts before soaking me in come. But lying together after, too exhausted even to cuddle, he asked if he could see me again. I did my very best to look thoughtful; tried to utter a convincing "hmmmmm" of contemplation. But it didn't work.
Tonight, though, we'll be meeting here, at my place. And I might just stand on the scales while he fucks me from behind, just to see what the stupid thing makes of that. You say I'm fat, I growled as I walked past the bathroom and saw them sitting on ther floor. But Dave called me a perfect ten, and if you multiply that by my age... a perfect 250.
And you see that dildo over there? No, not the big red one, the smaller flesh colored one beside it? I'm going to have him fuck my ass with it. And then, once I'm spread wide and aching, I'm going to sit on his tongue. I think he'll really enjoy that.
This is my first story here, and I hope you liked it. I have more to tell, as well, so please let me know if you'd like to read them.
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