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Chubby

By: DG Hear



Thank you to Penn Lady who stepped up and edited this story for me. She makes it a much better read. 

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Chapter 1:

My name is Ed Aronhalt. I'm fifty-eight years old and lost my wife three years ago to cancer. Mary was a very overweight woman and always called herself fat; I always preferred the term chubby even though she weighed well over two hundred pounds. We had a great life together with two wonderful caring daughters who are now married with families of their own.

I'll start back when Mary and I first met. It was in the fall shortly after graduation from high school. I need to tell you why we never dated during high school. I was about as far from a good looking guy as you could get. I stood six foot four inches tall and only weighed a hundred fifty pounds.

I was lanky and no good at sports. Everyone pretty much called me the tall, skinny kid. I was somewhat of a loner except for a couple of geek friends of mine. The shower room was my enemy. I was often laughed at or made fun of. You see, my cock was different from all the other guys.

The length was rather normal at six inches hard but the girth was way out of proportion to every one else's. The guys often laughed at me and said their wasn't any girls that they knew that could take a cock that fat. I'd have to go to prostitutes if I want sex and they might even reject me.

To give you some sort of an idea, the girth was so big my hand could barely go around it when I got a hard on. I did go on a couple of dates and neither girl would have sex with me. They said it would rip them apart. To be nice, they jacked me off but it took both of their hands. 

If they made a fist, my cock was about the same size except longer. One girl, Sheila, was known as the school slut and asked me out when she found out about my cock. She was curious when she heard about my cock and was surprised when she saw it.

After getting hard I pressed it against her pussy and got about half the head in when she told me to pull out. There was no way she could take it; it hurt too much. After that episode I went to a whorehouse and found a woman who could take it.

She was extremely overweight and for some reason it made her pussy plumper and more elastic which was able to take my cock. I felt so good when I was able to come inside a woman.

After that I went to a couple of prostitutes but they were always the heavy or fat ones. They seemed to be the only ones that could take me. So I guess you can say I had a fat fetish. When I saw an overweight woman I knew I'd found someone who might be able to handle me.

****

I worked in a auto plant on an assembly line. Thanks to my father I got the job out of high school. I was a good worker and put away most of my money. One of the guys on the line invited me to his Halloween party one year.

I put on a cowboy hat, boots and a vest along with a toy gun. I'd never been invited to a party before but was having a nice time. There was a short chubby women who was dressed as a cowgirl, only she wore jeans instead of a skirt.

Because of my preference for heavy women, I went to talk to her. I must admit we looked terrible together. Here I was a tall skinny rail and Mary wasn't even five foot two and way overweight. We were like the two people at the party that other people didn't care to hang with. Mary had come with a girlfriend from work. As soon as they had arrived at the party, her friend was out on the floor dancing.

Mary and I danced one dance together but we looked ridiculous and knew it. We sat back down and laughed about it. We talked and Mary said she was always fat and I would keep interrupting her and say 'chubby'. It made her smile.

She asked me why I was even talking to her and I told her I preferred heavier women. She looked at me kind of funny and asked me if I was a pervert. I must have stared at her for thirty seconds before answering. I told her the truth and she laughed.

"You can't be that big?" she said. She seemed interested, or at least I hoped she was.

"I'm afraid so. I've found that fatter, I mean chubbier women are the only ones that can take it. I'm not being obnoxious but trying to be honest with you. Since I told you about my sex life, do I get to hear anything about yours?"

Mary was two years older than I was so I figured she must have had sex before.

She looked hard at me before answering. "To be honest, I've only been with a few guys and didn't get much out of it. I never could figure out why my girlfriends thought it was so great. I've never had an orgasm like my friends say they get. So, it must just not be for me."

"Mary, would you like to leave this party? No one even knows we're here anyway. I have an apartment about a mile from here and we can talk or whatever."

We both knew exactly what I was asking. I think Mary was interested in seeing my appendage and I was hoping it would fit. She said "Yes" and told her girlfriend that she would see her at work on Monday.

When we got to my apartment I asked Mary if she wanted a drink and she said, "No, we both know why we're here. I want to see this thing that most women can't seem to handle." I was beginning to think that Mary didn't believe me and needed to see for herself.

We went into my bedroom and I began unbuttoning Mary's blouse. She stopped me and said she wanted to see it first before she would commit to having sex with me.

I slipped off my pants and she saw my cock starting to get hard. "My God, how big does that thing get?" she asked.

"It get's wider with a little help but not much longer."

Mary dropped to her knees and took my cock in both hands and began jacking me off. She leaned over and kissed the head of my cock. "I'm willing to try it, Ed," said Mary.

She kissed the head some more and jacked me with her hands. After standing up we both stripped off our clothing. With both of us naked, I bet we really looked like the odd couple. Mary's stomach reminded me of the Michelin man.

I could see her pussy and it was quite hairy. She lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. I took my cock in my hand and kept rubbing it back and forth across her pussy opening. Every time I pushed against her pussy it would open a little and seemed to get wetter.

I was rock hard now and Mary said, "Try to put it in me Ed, please."

I first patted her pussy and it seemed to get plumper. She was breathing hard as I pushed my cock against her pussy opening. The head slid in; it felt so hot and good. I stopped for a few seconds so Mary could get used to it. All of a sudden she started having an orgasm.

"My God, I've never felt like this before! Give me more, Ed. I want more of your cock in me!" Mary lifted her hips to emphasize her point.

I pushed another couple of inches into her and began pumping. She was still in an orgasmic state. Her pussy was getting wetter and looser and I was able to push the rest of my cock into her. This went on for a good ten minutes when I felt myself getting ready to come.

It was then I realized I wasn't wearing a condom. I asked Mary and she said she wanted me to come in her and I did with a mighty blast, then a second and a third. Mary and I were both yelling how good it felt. I held my cock in her for another five minutes before pulling out.

I rolled off her and lay next to her. She smiled at me and said she had never felt anything like that in her entire life. This was the beginning of our relationship.

Mary spent the night and most every weekend after that. When we were in public we knew people laughed at us behind our backs but we didn't care. We knew we had something very special. Besides, we were both somewhat outcasts and out of the mainstream at least in our looks. We had so much more in common like movies, we liked the same foods, art festivals and museums, among other things.

Three months had gone by and I knew I wanted Mary in my life forever. I asked her to marry me and she began to cry. She told me that they were tears of joy. You see, she was about to tell me she was pregnant and was wondering how I would take it.

Our families were happy for us. Even though we were different they also knew we had something special together.

****

Life was good to us. We had two daughters and they were both beautiful. Even though people never said it, we believe they thought we adopted the girls. They were just over two years apart and got along good together.

They both excelled in school and went on to college, each getting a nursing degrees and marrying men in the medical field. They all moved to the city where more jobs were available. We did see them every couple of weeks. We would go visit them or they would come see us.

We had four grandchildren over the years which we were also proud of. That was one of the reasons for going to see everyone. We missed our grandkids. Then they grew up and once they were teenagers we didn't see them quite as often.

At home we lived somewhat of a charmed life. Everything was good and we had many friends. They always called us the odd couple but they meant it in jest. We loved our life and each other. I worked and put money away so I could retire early and we could travel someday.

Mary worked her whole life till she got sick when she was in her fifties. She went on disability but only lived for six months afterwards. The day she died was the worst day of my life.

I had retired early do to a plant closing. I did it so I could be home with Mary. I could have transferred to another plant but chose not to. Being with Mary was all I cared about. Now that she was gone I wasn't sure what I would do.

My daughters Brenda and Cindy took a week off work after the funeral to help me get their mom's things in order. I told them to take whatever they wanted of her things because they wouldn't do me any good.

They did take her jewelry and a lot of the photos and other things they could use. I also let them have Mary's collection of books. She had dozen of the love stories that women read. They told me that because of mom being so heavy that I might want to donate her clothing to Good Will.

After they left I put their mothers clothing in boxes and stored them in the guest bedroom closet. I figured I'd wait and give the clothes away later. Mary always paid a lot for her clothing. She might have been chubby but she always did her best to look nice. The girls did take over a dozen pair of their mothers shoes.

The house didn't look much different after the girls left. I wasn't all that messy and would get a woman in once or twice a week to keep the place clean. Mary always insisted on a clean house.

Life was quite different for me after Mary's death. I visited a few friends but it wasn't the same without Mary. I spent more and more time at home. The girls called me every week to check on me. I told them I was fine. They even suggested I go out with female friends. I knew they were worried about me.

Everybody and his brother tried to fix me up with dates. The problem was even though I was fifty-eight I didn't care about dating women my age. With Mary it was different. We were in love and had grown up together, but just going out with an older woman didn't appeal to me.

I did try and respected the few women that I went out with. I couldn't believe that my cock was still too big for the slimmer ladies. Some wouldn't even try but I knew they were more interested in my financial situation than having a love life.

A couple of very heavy women that knew my wife said that Mary had told them what great sex we had and how big my cock was. I honestly never knew that she had ever mentioned it to her friends. I used to think that they were flirting with me like friends do, but didn't realize it might have meant more. 

They offered to have sex with me but they were married and I refused to have sex with a married woman. I did go to a younger overweight prostitute for my needs. Even with her the love and caring was missing. The feeling of being wanted and needed wasn't there.

I decided I needed a change. I bought a camper and thought I'd travel out West. Mary and I had planned on doing that, but never had the chance. I made a deal with my neighbors to take care of my house. I wasn't sure how long I would be gone.

Chapter 2

I headed west and stayed in different trailer parks for a week or so at a time while touring. I was enjoying myself seeing all the different sights but wished I had someone to share it all with. 

I pulled into one park named 'Swinging Springs RV Park'. It cost a bit more than some of the other parks but I was only planning on staying a couple of days before moving on.

As I paid my fee I was handed a brochure on the activities for the next few days. I was surprised to find out they were having a Halloween Party for the park guests. I walked through the park and noticed that most of the other guests seemed to be in their thirties and forties. Most parks I've been staying at had older people more my age.

Everyone seemed polite enough but for some reason I felt a bit out of place. The next day, which was the day of the Halloween party, a number of people were checking in. Most all the spots had been reserved because of the party.

I talked to one of the couples who told me that everyone needed a costume to get into the party; it was a requirement. He then said, "Keeping it on after going in was another story." That's when I found out it was a swingers party.

I wasn't sure what to do. Then I thought, what the heck. I was an adult; like most men I'd wondered about things like this. I decided to attend.

I unhooked my camper and drove to the nearest town which luckily was only five miles away. I went in the store and bought myself a cowboy hat, vest and cowboy boots. They didn't have any toy guns but I did buy a big belt buckle and a Bowie knife with a sheaf. I thought I looked pretty good. It reminded me of the way I dressed at the party where I met Mary.

Of course that hadn't been a swinger party so I had no idea what to expect at this one. I had walked through the recreation hall, where they would hold the party, earlier and saw that it was all decorated for Halloween and had a number of cubicles with couches and mattresses in them. I couldn't help getting a little excited. For a little while I watched as people entered and noticed it was mostly couples. I took a deep breath and walked over.

The cost was forty dollars a couple. I was alone but it still cost me forty dollars. I had invested a lot to come to this party, I sure hoped it was worth it. The food, mostly finger foods, was included. Sodas and water was free but alcoholic drinks cost three dollars each.

This was something I never would have done if Mary was still alive. I wouldn't have been big on sharing her. Now I was alone and entering a party for swingers. I had no idea what to expect.

I bought a beer and sat down and watched the people. Some costumes were really thought out. A lot of women dressed like prostitutes, men like pimps. I didn't notice many older people, my age. As I mentioned earlier, most seemed to be in their thirties and early forties. A few could have been in their twenties. It was hard to tell because of the costumes.

I talked to a number of couples who all seemed nice but I think they felt I was a bit too old, even though they treated me nicely. The music started and the dancing began. I didn't ask anyone to dance. I was still lanky and wasn't the best on my feet. Mary and I never danced much because of the difference in our size.

A young couple caught my eye. The man was around thirty and dressed like a pirate. He stood maybe 5' 9" and was a bit on the skinny side like myself. What really caught my eye was the woman he was with.

It was déjà vu all over again. She looked just like my Mary had when she was in her twenties. She had long brunette hair just like Mary and was quite overweight and dressed as a cowgirl. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I did notice that she didn't seem happy as her partner left her and went to one of the women dressed as a prostitute.

The cowgirl lady sat down and I couldn't help myself. I got up to sit next to her. "Hello, my name's Ed," I said to her.

She looked at me with a slight smile and said, "Hi, I'm Marie. Pleased to meet you."

I couldn't believe it. She was a spitting image of Mary and her name was Marie. "I'm sorry for staring but you remind me so much of my late wife. She passed away a few yeas ago."

"I'm sorry to her that. Where are you from?"

"Ohio, I decided to just go away for a couple of months and see some of the sites in other states."

"I've lived my whole life around here. I wish I could live like that. You know, see something besides this town. I doubt it will ever happen," she said softly.

"Is the pirate your husband? I don't see a ring on your finger."

She sort of laughed. "No, he's the father of my daughter. It's a long story; I won't bore you with it."

I thought I'd drop it for now and offered to buy her a drink. She accepted and we went and got a table, some snacks and the drinks. We sat there and talked for quite awhile. I felt like I was getting attached a little to her. She was so much like my late Mary.

Her boyfriend or whatever was out feeling up any woman who would let him. All the while he didn't as much as come over to talk to Marie. I asked her what she was doing here at a swingers party. Her eyes began to tear up and she decided to tell me her story.

****

Marie's story:

I was always heavy and came from a rather poor home. I have one sister who is two years older than me. She got married at nineteen to get out of our house. She now has two kids and lives in the trailer park down the road a couple of miles. At least she and her husband are happy.

My parents were heavy drinkers and Rachel, my sister and I had to take care of the house, laundry, cook the dinner and basically take care of our parents. Rachel couldn't take it anymore, got married and moved out.

That made it even harder on me. I did graduate from high school and worked at the corner grocery store. That's where I met Joe about a year ago. I had never been with a man and Joe acted like he really cared for me. He has a trailer in the same park as Rachel. I went to his trailer and we had sex.

Needless to say I got pregnant and when my parents found out they kicked me out. I told Joe and he said I could live in his trailer but said he wasn't going to marry me. He also said I had to do whatever he told me to do.

I was scared and had nowhere to go, so I agreed. He would always call me a fat ass and invite his drunk friends over to have sex with me. I didn't want to do it but there weren't a lot of choices out there for me.

Rachel tried to help me all she could but there wasn't a lot she could do. After the baby was born she would watch Trina for me while I went back to work at the store. Joe took my money; he said it was to help pay my expenses. He never claimed the baby was his and I couldn't afford a paternity test for proof.

I wish I could get off this merry-go-round but don't know how to do it. I'm afraid if I don't do what Joe says, he'll kick Trina and me out. Trina is six months old and I don't want her living in this kind of situation, but I don't know what to do.

****

Ed continues:

Marie started crying.

For a lot of reasons I felt sorry for Marie. I know her looking so much like Mary was part of it, but I also had daughters. If a man treated them the way Joe treated Marie, I'd kill him. I knew I just couldn't walk away; I had to do something to help her. 

After I got Marie smiling again and told her everything would be all right, Joe showed up with a black couple, probably in their forties.

"Marie, you go with Amos and I'll be with his wife Shantille. This will be your first time with a black guy. That should make you happy since that kid stretched out your pussy." He laughed at Marie and she looked worried. The black couple just stood there.


Chubby Anal Banquet



My girlfriend and I are truly a match made in fetish heaven. Even though our society is supposedly sexually liberated, it is difficult to broach the subject of licking ass, and although I can't know this, it's probably safe to assume that most people who do it aren't open about it because so many people react prudishly, despite what their sexual appetites may be telling them. I haven't met a straight/bi guy yet who can't appreciate the beauty of a woman's ass, but to say "I'd love to eat that for hours" is still something that I feel can only be said in select company, at least in my experience.

All that having been said, my lady's ass is exquisite. She is short (5'4) and thick (155 lbs), and is considered fat by many I'm sure, but I am in lust as well as in love with her. She wears her weight well, with a nice tummy (not a pouch), nice tits (not too big and droopy), and an ass that magnetized me to her when I first met her. It is a perfect apple, with a wonderful crevice that has a circle of hairs peeking out from where they surround her anus. We get along well in most respects, and the physical chemistry is just perfect. I want to relate in detail how one particular afternoon experience of worshipping that gorgeous butt went down.

She had been out for the day shopping with her mother and had returned around four on a winter afternoon, that time of golden light creeping into dusk. She had showered that morning and just as she was walking out she said, "Damn, I gotta hit the bathroom before I go." She took long enough so that I knew it was number two, and after five or so minutes I heard a flush and out she went, wearing leggings beneath her jeans as it was indeed a cold day. When she returned home about five hours later, I was relaxing on the couch reading. She set her bags down, gave me the rundown of her day, what she could and couldn't find, yada, yada, yada, and how she just wanted to rest. I said I can help with that, and we exchanged that knowing look between us in which we non-vocally acknowledge the nature of my submissive need to worship her body. We are not a dom/sub couple, but our inclinations in that respect work well together. 

"How about lying down on your belly, sweetie, and let me take care of you."

"Mmmm, that sounds wonderful."

She laid herself down on the couch, made vibrant in the late afternoon light. She had already taken off her coat and sweater, leaving a yellow cotton tee shirt and her jeans with all of her glory beneath. Her thick frame was so delicious in its appeal, just waiting for me to enjoy it. I gave a quiet thanks to the Divine and began rubbing her shoulders and back, eventually moving my hands under her shirt. She had taken her bra off before we started, so there wasn't that uncomfortable bit of fabric in the way, just soft, smooth, chubby skin that electrified my senses. After kneading her back for a while I moved to the area just above her waistline, pushing my thumbs under her jeans, leggings, and panties, rubbing the top of her crack. She cooed and I hardened considerably. Reaching around I unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off, which took some effort. 

Finally they were off and her shapely body was there for the licking, framed well by the leggings, which went off right after the jeans. This is the moment when I fight with myself, my instinct being to rip her panties off and go at it, but I do have a fetish for panties, and I just had to enjoy them on her for a bit more. They were cotton tangas, light blue with a dark blue border. I love this style of panties on her, how her ass stretches them, pulling the back into her crack. I rubbed and kissed my way slowly up her legs, sitting on the floor leaning across her. My kisses were alternating thigh to thigh, close to her treasure, when I climbed onto the couch. I was comfy in pajamas and a cotton shirt, which I took off to feel my chest against her legs. A similar situation, in the beginning of our relationship, would cause her to pause and to wash up, as she was conscious about having "gone" earlier and being sweaty. Her skin was indeed a little moist, from the layers of clothing, but not really wet. I could tell, however, that her panties had soaked up some sweat throughout the day, and as my face inched upward, her scent filled me. It was strong and lovely, that delicious ass smell that makes men (and many women) so primal in their lust. I continued to kiss upward, making it to her cheeks, and she let out a soft moan and said, "I love you."

"I love you, and I love this."

Kissing along the edge of her panties, I slanted along her right cheek and across her waist, then down her left cheek. They were soft, tentative kisses, as I learned long ago that good things are better when you take your time. When I got down to the bottom I was positioned just over her anus and, leaning my nose into her crack, pushing the fabric in further I took a light sniff. It was strong, i.e. oh so natural. I increased the pull into my lungs with my second inhale and was overwhelmed with lust for this woman, this chubby, sexy creature lying belly down, all curves and soft flesh. Her shirt was still on, which I like as it accentuates the fact that I am servicing her, although really we are servicing each other. Her panties had to go at this point as I could no longer prolong it. I snuck my fingers into the waistband at her hips, squeezing into the damp panties as she leaned up into that wanton arch signifying the pleasure to come. I pulled slowly as the panties dragged over her bottom, letting her scent permeate the air much more richly than before. Down her legs and over her feet, she was now bottomless.

I was in full lust mode now. An extra-terrestrial invasion would've caused no alarm in me at this point. Light, passionate licks up and down her crack. The interruption of her hairs in the contact nearly made me cum, so pungent was their taste and scent. After a few passes up and down her crack they were matted against her skin. I placed my hands on her cheeks and with my thumbs slowly pulled them apart. The scent reached its apex as it wafted out, causing me to moan in sexual delirium. She made her own noises. Leaning forward, holding her open, I sniffed and stared. Her asshole is beautiful and certainly not a bleached pink starfish. It was brown and sticky with sweat and hair, many of the hairs sticking to each other in clumps that clearly indicated she had shit this morning. She is a thorough wiper, but sometimes it's inevitable that traces get left behind when one doesn't shave her ass. The scent was overpowering and no, it was not fecal, but pure butt, anal pheromones, and a day's worth of sweat. 

Moving back to the top of her crack I kissed downward, pausing to lightly lick, then resuming the kisses. Her anal hair begins just above her asshole and continues down to her pussy, which is another delight that I won't get into here because at this moment, it was pure ass on my mind. I had no thoughts beyond her ass at this time, as it felt like we had merged together. When I was just above her anus I pulled my tongue back and placed my nose just over her asshole and sniffed very hard. Precum oozed from me into my boxers and on through into my pajamas. I pulled back and circled her anus, cleaning her hairs, watching them separate. The taste was bitter (a common note by those who indulge in this and convey it), like a cross between chocolate something like eighty-plus percent cacao with dark roast coffee, two things that I also love. My saliva in my mouth was getting pasty, and I relished the taste, closing my mouth for a moment and swirling around my spit mixed with her sweat and anal residue. As I swallowed she let out a noise that seemed to indicate, if it were words, something to the effect of me being a kinky bastard. Back into her crack, my tongue circled around and then into her hole, lightly moistening it. To really enjoy a rimming, and if one has no inhibitions, it is best to go very lightly, letting one's saliva and gentle tongue caresses loosen up the anus allowing easy entry further. I would love to trade tongues with Gene Simmons at moments like these.

The gentle swirls went on for many minutes, as I became drunker by her ass's taste and smell. When she felt ready, she pushed back, letting me know she was ready to accept me into her. How gratifying it is to feel my tongue go inside of her into that velvety softness. More traces of her delicious bitterness were hidden inside, and I dutifully and lovingly cleaned her further. The pasty texture accumulated again, and along with the sweat generated by the heat of my face in her ass, her asshole became buttery, causing me to suck in her juices and her to moan and begin to quiver. Her orgasm was coming (pun intended, of course). I felt the buildup as she steadily shook while rubbing her rubbery butt against my face and then it happened. There is nothing quite like a woman's pause of her bodily movements just before she comes, as if she's tensing while going over that first tall crest on a roller coaster. After that, a convulsion shook her and I with her, my mouth attached to her anus sucking hard. An increased viscosity dripped into my mouth and while I know it isn't cum but rather anal mucus, I see it as a loving response to my oral attention. 

While coming down from her anal orgasm I continued lightly kissing her anus and licking thoroughly around it, cleaning up excess saliva. After a few minutes I pulled out and rested my head on her nice fat butt, a most satisfying pillow. She reached back and stroked my hair, digging in to rub my scalp. I positioned my head sideways, left cheek on left cheek, inhaling the wonders of her ass that danced in the air invisibly. We just stayed like that for a half hour or more, then she put only her panties back on and got up with me to make dinner but I pushed her back down gently.

"Stay here, watch tv, read, whatever. I'll turn the radio on if you like, and I'll take care of dinner."

"Mmm, but you've already done so much baby."

I went to the kitchen and she stayed. My queen in her damp panties, her ass clean from my tongue. Later that evening as we lay in bed she got up, saying, "I gotta go again -- you must've loosened me up pretty well with that tongue of yours." She smiled and I blushed. After a few minutes she came back to bed, lying directly down on her stomach.

"I love those dumps when I wipe once and it's nice and clean. Solid poops rock."

I knew this was an invitation to explore uncharted territory: licking her right after she shit. I had secretly wanted to but didn't feel comfortable saying, "Hey babe, let me know when you have a nice solid dump, I'd really like to lick you after that." She must've read my mind. She hadn't even bothered to put her panties back on, just her tee shirt that ended just above that sexy, thick butt. My face was drawn downward, and I knew my destiny was to lick her ass for the rest of my life. 



Chubby Exhibitionist Let Him Watch



Over the past few years I have become aware of my bi-sexual side and the pleasures of exhibitionism, especially for guys. My only outlet for this for a long time was the webcam; I am more than a little apprehensive about the "park bathroom". Besides they smell. Most guys I have cammed for love the show and I really enjoy having them in my room. I drive for my job, not a big rig but a pickup. Sure allot easier to get in and out of parking lots. I love to get naked while I drive but have not worked up the nerve to flash truckers, some don't appreciate it and I don't want to end up upside down in a ditch dangling naked from my seat belt. Not a pleasant thing to explain to a trooper.. 

After a boring week of calls I was in my room playing on the websites for chubs and lovers of chubby guys' sites, I met a guy who was looking for someone who would let him watch them jack off. I of course was interested in someone watching. A perfect storm. He lived in Parkville, MO which is near the KC airport. I told him that I loved to be seen and that I was driving through KC later that week. He wanted me to meet in a secluded area but I was a little reluctant to meet someone in a strange place but he suggested a rest area north of the airport off I 29. He told me that I could stay in my vehicle and that he would park on a road that runs behind the parking area of the rest stop. He said that the road was higher that the parking area and the backside of the lot is rarely used. He said he would be there between 10:30 and 11:00. He gave me his cell number and said to call when I arrive at the rest area. I agreed with anticipation of fulfilling my exhibitionist tendencies and left St. Louis around 6:30. It was already getting dark.

Driving nude is a little more risky for me since I drive a pick-up. Passenger cars cannot see in but all trucks can. I made the trips many times in the evening so at least I have the darkness and slightly tinted windows on my side. It is not that I don't want to be seen, I just don't need to give a lawyer any of my money. I usually have my pants off before I cross the MO River in St Charles and by Wentzville, naked. I drive nude all the way to St Joe when I need to stop for gas. After gas as I am entering back onto I 29, I am stripping back down. By the time I get to Omaha, I have been driving naked for over 400 miles.

I use to put clothes on when I drove through Columbia because of all the overhead lights. That night I was enjoying my nakedness and a hard cock so much, in anticipation of my stop at the rest area that I decided I would risk driving through Columbia naked. The thrill was immense. Sitting back with my legs spread and my cock raging hard was a big turn on. I could not wait until I got to KC to do the same thing. The excitement of getting back into a well-lit city and then the rest area occupied my mind and right hand. Once there I drove alongside cars with men and women wishing I could just raise myself up a little so they could see my hard cock. I preferred it if the men could see more than the woman. 

Along 1-435 I need to take leak so I pulled off of exit 45. The exit has long looping ramp and you can see a car exiting for a considerable distance. I got out of my truck naked and stood in the middle of the ramp to pee. It was pretty brisk fall night and the cool air against my naked ass was titillating. It was all I could do to keep from jacking off right there.

About 10 miles north of the KC airport was the rest area, just north of exit 25. As I counted down the mile post, the adrenaline was rushing so much that I lost my hard on. I also slipped on a shirt and pants just to be safe. I pulled into the rest area and went back to the car parking area. I noticed about 4 big trucks out front and a few cars in the back. It was a little after 11 and I was late. 

As I drove back to the northeast side of the lot, there was no one parked there I think because there was a large light pole that lit up the area like daytime. I then saw a car parked on the road where he said he would be and the car fit the description. I got another huge rush of adrenaline and parked under the light so he could see in the front seat of my truck through the windshield. Because of my tinted rear and side windows, no one from behind could see me. All I could see in his car was the glow of his cigarette. 

The cab of my truck was lit up like a stage and I felt like I was about to go on stage like a stripper. He rolled his window down and held out his cell phone so I called it. He thanked me for showing up and I asked what he would like. He said to put my phone on speaker and do what he asks. I was so excited I still had no hard on. He told me to take off my shirt and show him my nipples. I did and reclined my seat some. He wanted me to play with them so I did. He was telling me I had great tits and wanted to cum on them. I started to feel a little like a toy for him and liked it. 

I know I am chubby and have a small cock and at times self-conscious but he said that he liked chubby guys. He then asked for me to take off my pants and show him my cock. I did and my cock had shrunk back like I just got out of a cold lake. He said I looked sexy and to lay back and spread my legs. I reclined the seat more and raised the middle arm rest always looking over my shoulder for anyone coming our way. 

The rest area was still quiet. I took of my pants, turned a little to the side and placed a leg on the seat facing him. I was feeling incredibly sexy showing him an open crotch. He was saying how he loves a soft cock and asked me to play with it. I was in heaven. Completely naked, playing with my cock while someone watched and enjoyed me. I could feel the life coming back to my cock and as it got harder he said to jack off for him. I spread my legs more showing him my ass and rising up in the seat. He continued to tell me to do things and asked if I had a toy. I did not and I am sure if I did he would want me to use it. I probably would. 

He continued to tell me to do things and I did them. I was in his complete control and was enjoying being a sub to him. He asked me to show him my ass so I reclined the seat all the way laid face down, He asked me to rub my ass, and I did. He asked to get on my knees and spread, and I did. I slid my hands all over my naked ass letting my fingers massage my sweet spot and dropped one of them inside. I was rock hard and wanted to jack off to completion but he said hold a little longer. I almost shot my load a couple times but held off until he released me to go ahead. I laid back in the seat and spread my legs again showing him my hard cock and bare ass cheeks. At this point I did not care if anyone saw me and wished for a larger audience. 

I stroked my cock for a few minutes and then let the cum fly all over my stomach and chest. What a fantastic orgasm this was while someone watched. I laid there stroking catching my breath and he asked me to rub the cum all over my stomach which I did. He started his car, thanked me, and said I was a sexy guy, and then he drove off. I cleaned up and finished my drive. I travel allot and have my nights free but have not done anything like the rest area since. I think the anonymous aspect of this was a turn on. I webcam on occasion and don't require them to be on cam, I just like to jack off for guys and they need to like the chubby small cock type. The other thing I want to try is to have someone come to my room while I show for them. I am working on that and hope to do this soon with the right guy. I would love it to be a guy around 18-20, chubby, and shaved but also not bound to that description. I think that would be hot if they took pictures. If you have an interest and a fantasy you want to share, contact me.



Chubby Fuck



I have had this weight problem since I was a little girl. Now I am nineteen and I still can't get thin. Part of my problem is that I am short. When I look at my mom I can see how I will end up. She gave up years ago and is now quite fat. I didn't want to end up like her. The other problem is my brother's friend Jimmy. I have a crush on him and I would like him to pay attention to me.

I think that Jimmy likes me because I can see him running his eyes over my body sometimes. I have even taken to wearing low cut shirts and some shorts that ride up high. It probably makes me look like a stuffed sausage, but I don't care. I just want Jimmy to ask me out sometime. My chance came one Saturday. My parents were out and my brother Tom went to the gym that morning. The doorbell rang and when I opened it, there stood Jimmy. I told him Tom was at the gym.

"I actually came over to see you Lori," he said.

I was shocked to be honest. This was the first time Jimmy came out and said anything like that to me. I let him into the house and we walked into the living room. He asked if my parents were home and I told him no. Just like that Jimmy had his arms around me and he kissed me hard on the mouth. I was taken by surprise. Yes, I wanted to date Jimmy, but he came on so suddenly. I figured this was my one chance. I let Jimmy's hands roam to my chest. He was massaging my breasts through the outside of my shirt.

I guess I just melted right there. No guys ever made a pass at me and here was Jimmy touching me all over. Jimmy pulled back and lifted my shirt up over my head. I wanted him to see my breasts. I undid my bra and my tits came bursting out. Jimmy's eye went wide when he saw how big my tits were. I know they are mostly fat, but my tits are large with pink nipples. Jimmy practically went crazy. He leaned down and started to suck on my nips. I thought my legs would go weak from all that attention.

Jimmy then pushed me over towards the sofa. He undid the snap on my pants and he pushed my jeans and panties to the floor. Jimmy pulled off his shirt and took off his pants and underwear. I was now looking at Jimmy's dick. It did look so long and thick. I knew I was getting wet at the thought of what we were going to do. I pushed my clothes off from my legs and Jimmy pushed me onto the sofa and he got in between my thighs.

"You do have a condom, don't you?" I asked him.

He said he didn't bring one along. He didn't think he was going to have this chance to have sex with me. I could either tell him to stop or let him continue. I just had to have Jimmy that morning. I told him to pull out before he came. Jimmy nodded his head and he took hold of his cock and brought it to my drenched lips. I had only been with one guy before Jimmy. I might have been wet, but I was so tight. Jimmy got his cock head inside me, but it took awhile before he could push into me the whole way.

I couldn't believe how big his cock felt. Jimmy finally buried his dick in me. I felt his balls on my ass cheeks. That was when Jimmy started to feed me. I brought my chubby legs up and Jimmy rammed me hard with his staff. I was practically screaming as Jimmy stroked me hard. Jimmy did lower his mouth and he sucked on each of my nipples. I think that was when I had my first orgasm. I nearly threw Jimmy off me as I erupted. Jimmy just laughed and he gave me more of his cock.

I don't think we did it for much more than a half an hour before Jimmy's body started to stiffen up. 

"Are you getting close?" I asked him.

Jimmy seemed to be lost in some fucking haze. He just kept pumping his stiff pecker into me when he arched his back. I suddenly felt his cum load entering my body.

"Oh my God, pull out!" I shouted.

Jimmy did no such thing. He kept pouring his sticky cum deep into my body. I am betting he shot five or six times into my pussy. I guess I lost it as well. I had more orgasms as we exploded together. Jimmy slowed down, but he kept stroking my cum filled tunnel. All I could think of was that I needed to get up an empty out of all that cream inside me. Jimmy did go soft and I told him to get off of me. I ran into the bathroom and pushed as much of his seed out as I could. I finally walked back into the living room.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" I told him.

"I'm sorry Lori, I just got carried away," he said to me.

I was pissed and worried at the same time. We had used no protection at all. Jimmy gave me a lot of his cum to top it all off. Jimmy and I got dressed and I saw him to the door. 

"You got into it Lori, you can't fool me," he said as he walked to his car.

I was such a damn fool. I did want Jimmy and I should have waited until he had a condom, but I gave in to my desires. Now I could still feel Jimmy's cum deep inside my pussy still. I wondered if he fertilized my eggs or not. The next day I managed to get some pills for pregnancy prevention. I only hope these damn things work as advertised. I know I am stupid because the previous night all I could think about was Jimmy. I replayed the sex we had together in my mind.

Now that I had Jimmy's cock I want it again. I know he was probably just using me. He was horny and I was available to him. If he comes onto me again, I know I will be weak and I will let him fuck me once more. This time with a condom.



Chubby Girl Going to Seed



I felt depressed. That was not that unusual, for I was often depressed, some would say I was always depressed. But this was different; it was not one of the usual topics that was depressing me. It wasn't my lank, mousy hair, my droopy 38 D tits, sturdy thighs, biggish bum or podgy tum. It was not being divorced and alone nor was it the fact that I couldn't find a real boy-friend and that I had over the past couple of years had a series of short-term relationships, usually ending with them ditching me. It wasn't even the fact that the adorable Janice my flat mate had gone away, although I would willingly have scratched the eyes out of the scrawny, flat-chested, posh friend she'd gone on holiday with. It was, oddly enough, because I had landed a par and how fucking ironic is that!

It seemed that over the fifteen or so years of my rather unsuccessful acting career I had slept with or, had given blow jobs to most of the BBC, ITV and other TV production companies casting directors, the male ones that is; the female ones hadn't wanted blow jobs. And to a large extent that had got me nowhere. Sure a few bits and pieces here and there, the odd play in out of the way reps, walk on parts in TV commercials and several non-speaking extra parts in TV films and some soaps. But in the main my self-promotion hadn't met with much success. Then out of the blue a part, a real part, a speaking part, in a soap, a national soap. Ok it was afternoons where the viewers were probably mostly brain dead and mainly of eighty year old Aunty Mavises and Uncle Humphs, but it was a pukka part. 

So why had that depressed me? Because, when I had attended the audition I had seen the fucking briefing sheet sent out to agents. 

"Plump girl going to seed," was how the casting director described the requirement for the part I was to play.

That's what got to me. Not long ago I had been a sex goddess, now I was a plump girl going to seed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I screamed, when I put the phone down on Allen Green my dodgy, seedy agent.

As I usually did when depressed, I went on a bender and got monumentally pissed. That was for about two days. After that I needed something different, something more. Janice, my sort of girl-friend and flat mate was away with the titless bitch so a fuck with my ideal woman wasn't on, so I phoned Preston Marcombe.

He was well into his fifties, but was well preserved with a wonderful, full head of iron grey hair. He was a not very successful Shakespearian actor who never actually got any work doing the Bard's stuff. He had got really lucky in a bit part that had led to a TV series where he had made stacks of money, for it was a worldwide, one-off hit. To him, though, it was a derisory series and was nowhere as high-brow as he considered himself to be, but he invested the money well, and had hardly worked since, but then he didn't need to for one of his investments had been in an online company that had also made him a fortune.

I met Preston at an acting workshop I had attended in the vain hope that I might find the secret to being a successful actor. I had tried method acting, doing it off the cuff and fucking anyone who might help me so learning from 'the master' seemed a good idea. The week long workshop had not really improved my acting, but I had made a useful contact, Preston. He took me to one side after the first day and told me how talented I was and how he loved my long, wavy hair that I usually wore down so it was half-way down my back. He took me aside after the second day and told how well I was doing and how he loved my curvy, voluptuous figure. After the third day he told me I was star of the class and that he wanted to fuck me. And that is what he did, there and then, behind the makeshift stage.

He was probably married, but as we got to know each other refused to talk about his personal life, so I wasn't sure. I didn't actually care, though I pretended to, for his sake. Being the 'successful actor' he considered himself to be and how he portrayed himself, Preston had a country home, in Gloucestershire, near Jilly Cooper and Prince Charles he would say, and a flat in town; actually quite a nice one, in Hampstead, of course.

It was there that he fucked me the second time, there that he abused and demeaned me, tied me up, spanked me and did all manner of things to me to which most reasonable women would have objected. Not being a reasonable woman, but a divorced Essex girl I took all he could give and came back for more. I enjoyed what he did. 

I was beginning to like pain and loved being humiliated. I have no idea why I get off on such stuff. I never used to, I was not a submissive when I was younger, but since my divorce four years ago and crashing through the forty barrier two years ago, my perspectives have changed and slowly I have drifted into the dark art of D/s. That is not to say that I am tied up, spanked or handcuffed every time I am with Preston or that I do not have 'normal' sex with other lovers for I do, probably too much. And that's another massive change in my thinking and acting; I have become hugely promiscuous and often I run with two, three or even four men in life as I am right now, including Preston. See fat girls can have fun.

"Come round at nine this evening wearing that grey dress I bought you when I took you to that party and gave you to my friends to fuck," he told me.

"Yes Preston," I replied. "Anything else?"

"No, just shoes, be totally naked under it," he ordered. 

That was not an unusual command from Preston. Generally when I was with him I would be naked, if we were in his flat. When we went out to a restaurant, a movie or the theatre I would either, wear a dress or skirt and top with nothing underneath or, a coat and just shoes. He would find opportunities to fondle me and try to bring me off during the evening. Luckily, he was paranoid about publicity for he deluded himself that he was still famous, and did not take big risks.

I had been seeing Preston for a year or so. We did not meet that often, every other week or so I suppose. We would mess around with some form of BDSM and then we would fuck. He was actually quite a good fuck when sober or not drugged up to his eyeballs, which he was much of the time. When pissed or stoned, though, he wasn't actually that good a shag. I frequently thought that he was not that interested in penetrative sex. Often, especially in the early days, he would lick or finger me to a climax then have me suck him off or, he would cum on my face, tummy or tits. He liked that, but then so did I. Slowly though, our experiences got weirder or more adventurous dependent on your viewpoint. Adventurous, if you think that is him making me cum in restaurants and cabs and weird, if you feel that him making me pick up a guy in a bar and give him a blow job as he looked on, is a bit pervy. 

Since my divorce I had come to understand that with sex 'you pays your money and you takes your choice.' It was all part of being a single woman, particularly and actress, rushing towards middle-age and wanting it all before I got there. So I had taken my choice with him and that is why I had dressed up as a schoolgirl, bent over when he told me to, let him roll my short skirt up and pull my full, white knickers down and then squirmed, moaned, cried out and finally cum as he spanked my bottom. I had paid my money when he tied me up and ran feathers over me until I nearly, but not quite, climaxed. Then he had wanked on my tits and left me there sticky and smelling as he went out to dinner. 

There had been other incidents similar to these. Incidents that many, most really, women would hate, but which for some reason did a lot for me. I was, I had concluded a clear submissive with a very high need to be abused and demeaned. 

So I was paying my money and taking my choice when I did as he said. I pulled the pale grey, silky dress out from the back of the wardrobe. It was a simple dress. Vee necked with buttons all the way down the front, the hem was three inches above the knee, it was pulled in tightly at the waist and it flowed nicely over the flair of my boobs, hips and bum. Well that was the theory and how it used to be, I thought looking at myself in the mirror in the hall. I had put on weight. There was no doubt about it, I was over ten stones; one hundred and forty two pounds of Annie when where was, only yesterday it felt, just over one thirty. Now there was an overweight, woman in a dress that was far too tight and fitted me badly. Between each button there were gaps where the lapels pulled apart and through which my skin was on view. My tits were spilling out of it and my cleavage looked like a deep crevice that a man could lose his face in. The material moulded itself round each breast riding over my, always, pronounced nipples, but which now were so evident, and yes of course, I noted were hardening as I looked at myself. Fucking exhibitionist as well, I smiled, cupping my tits and running my hands over them. I knew would wank before this fitting was over.

My arse didn't look too bad, big sure, but a good shape, it was my tum and hips that were the problem, well my tits too for they had ballooned up to a double D, something that only used to happen when I had my period. Now, though, they were that size constantly and fuck knows what they were when I was on. I bulged everywhere, sod it, sod it, sod it, I thought, wishing I had stayed on that diet. 

"Fuck it," I moaned as I took the dress off and masturbated looking at myself in the mirror, thinking.' She might be fat and going to seed, but she's still sexy with great tits.

I was on my way to the flat by bus wearing a light coat over the dress when I got a call on my mobile.

"Make it The Crown in Haverstock Hill instead," Preston said, not introducing himself, saying hello or goodbye. 

I walked into the pub. It was crowded, but then it was a Friday night. I couldn't see him so I went to the bar and ordered a vodka and water. Although I am quite a ballsy girl and used to being single I am a little embarrassed being alone in pubs. After all they are good pulling joints and in Hampstead you sometimes get working girls and I didn't like being mistaken for one, which I had been several times.

"Where the hell is the sod?" I asked myself looking around, sipping my drink and feeling the warmth of the pub getting to me. I wished I had not worn the coat, but then I had to and I could not possibly take it off and let people see me in that dress.

Nothing happened for ten minutes or so, apart from me finishing my drink, having two guys offer to buy me another and me becoming hotter and hotter.

My phone rang.

"Warm are you?" Preston asked.

"Fucking boiling, where are you?"

"I told you to just wear the dress."

"I am."

"No you aren't."

I lowered my voice as much as I could.

"I am Preston, I'm not wearing panties or bra."

"You've got a fucking coat on," he boomed down the phone."

"Yes well I have to."

"No you don't, you stupid cunt."

"I do Preston."

"I told you that you don't, so you don't."

"Don't what?"

"Wear the fucking coat you dumb cunt. Take it off"

"I can't."

"You can and you will, now do as you are told and take the fucking thing off."

"Please Preston, no."

"Take it off."

"I really can't"

"OK, just open it then."

"Where are you?"

"Mind your own business and do as I tell you."

"Let me go outside?"

"No stay there and now undo that fucking coat, you are getting on my tits you stupid, fat slag."

My fingers were trembling as slowly I undid the top two buttons.

"Mmm nice tits, love the cleavage," he said down the phone.

I looked around. "Where the hell are you?" I asked him.

"Mind your own fucking business, now undo more buttons."

Looking around I saw that a few guys were looking at me. Was it the exhibitionist in me or the actor I wanted to be? Was it my outgoing theatrical nature or my sexually induced exhibitionism? I didn't know, but suddenly my strongest feelings were not shyness, fear, apprehension or embarrassment, but excitement, arousal and sheer fucking horniness. 

I undid all the buttons. I stood facing the bar and occasionally side on, but I could not bring myself to turn my back to it and face the room and the other customers full on.

"That's better, that's nice," he said. "See their eyes, see them looking? Like that do you? Like all these guys looking at your big tits and fat gut? Do you like that?"

"Yes Preston, yes I do like it."

"You like them imagining you with that dress off don't you?"

"Yes I do."

"Imagining them seeing you naked, your big. soft tits hanging down and your belly sticking out."

"Yes."

"You know most of them think you're a hooker don't you?"

"No, I don't"

"Well they do and they want to fuck you, but don't think you're worth paying for."

"Oh Preston don't please. Stop it"

"Don't tell me what to do, you fucking slag, you stinking whore, you dirty fucking cunt."

"Sorry Preston, I shouldn't have said that."

"No you shouldn't, right, so undo the rest of the coat, turn your back to the bar and let your audience see you, all of you, you fat cow."

Suddenly it didn't seem impossible, embarrassing or awkward, now it was the obvious thing to do and I wanted to do it. With the phone cradled between my neck and shoulder and still facing the bar as surreptitiously as possible I slipped the remaining buttons undone. I glanced down just to make sure that the pressure on the buttons from the ridiculous tightness of the dress hadn't popped any and then slowly turned round.

The looks on the men's faces as they stared at me made me feel fantastic. It also made me feel cheap, sluttish, demeaned and abused, and I fucking well loved that. I leaned back against the bar and slowly lifted the glass towards my mouth. I was very aware that would stretch the dress even more, making it gape further and show more of my skin.

It was then that I saw Preston walking towards me. He strode right up to me, grabbed me by my arm and started pulling me towards the door. Somehow, I managed to put the glass on the bar before he hauled me off towards the door saying loud enough for many of the people in the bar to hear.

"Come on you slag, I have told you loads of times not to flash your big tits and bulging gut in public."

Outside, he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply.

"That was awesome Annie, you were great," he whispered cupping one of my boobs, squeezing it really hard just as he knew I liked it as his tongue slid into my mouth.

It was moments like that, which made the abuse and degradation so satisfying.

Preston was a bully. He had always been one: as a kid, at school, when he grew up, in his three marriages and in all the affairs he continually had. He liked to dominate women, he liked to abuse and demean and when the opportunity presented itself, he also liked to hurt them. 

He didn't though, particularly like shagging them, although he liked masturbating on them. And he wasn't against the odd fling with a rent boy, a male hooker or a fellow thespian with bi or gay leanings. He was a strange man.

But he was a man that women found attractive. Tall and well-built with a surprisingly athletic figure considering he did no sport, did not work out and drank and smoked far too much and did drugs, he had a mane of grey hair that was just starting to lose the battle with whiteness. Distinguished was the term women used to describe both him and his hair.

He was also rather rich. A lucky break had made his first fortune from a surprising global TV hit show and a good investment his second just before the dotcom crash. In many ways the feature of him that was attractive to a certain type of woman, was his arrogance and total disdain. It was as if he had no interest in them whatsoever, which as people he, of course, didn't. It was purely a body to torment, a mind to manipulate and a cunt to suck, finger and occasionally fuck that he saw in a woman.

He liked Annie though. She was just the type of cheap, Essex slag that appealed to him. She liked being dominated and humiliated, having her fat arse spanked and being insulted, abused and degraded in front of others. She also had no apparent morals, nice big tits and a loose cunt that she was willing to open for anyone he suggested and an arse as an alternative if the fancy took him. Just what he liked.

"Where we going?" I asked when Preston walked towards a car in the pub car park

"For a drive," he replied opening the door of the large Mercedes.

"I didn't know you had a car."

"I don't, I rented it."

"Nice, but why?"

"You'll see, now get in, shut up, undo that dress and get your tits out."

I got in and lay back on the big front seat, which Preston had reclined so I was laying almost flat.

He got in the other side. "I said get your tits out."

"Where are we going?" 

"You'll see, but you won't unless you get your tits out, for I'm not moving until you do. It's dark Annie and you know how much you flashing your tits excites me," Preston said leaning across and starting to undo the buttons on my dress. He went on. "And you know how showing them off turns you on, like in the pub earlier."

It was actually a bit of a relief when the buttons were undone as it reduced the pressure from the overly tight dress. It was also quite nice to have Preston being fairly tender and gentle towards me as one by one, he undid the buttons down to my waist. He leaned further across and kissed me. I opened my mouth immediately and eagerly, for I so liked to please him. It felt good as his hand slid into the dress and cupped my right breast; he squeezed and pinched the nipple, which immediately came alive. He repeated that with my other breast and then peeled the dress away. 

Her tits, he thought moving back and staring at them, actually looked rather good. Her position on the seat bent backwards slightly, from the waist, meant they didn't flop and sag, the dress gave them a little support and her enflamed nipples stood out very clearly. 

He bent over, he licked each nipple, he slid his hand up her skirt, he pressed on her thigh ordering her to open them, she did, he shoved his finger against her lips, he took a nipple in his mouth and then in one movement, almost, he shoved two fingers right up her cunt and bit hard on her nipple.

"Ouch, fucking hell Preston, that hurt," I grunted. 

"Then slut, next time do as you are told when I tell you to do it, ok?"

"Yes Preston," I said meekly, hurt, but at the same time excited, as the car glided away towards Hampstead Heath. We went along the brightly lit Haverstock Hill, past Hampstead tube station and up past the area near Jack Straw's Castle where the gays go cruising and on towards Highgate.

It was a strange journey for both of them, particularly for Annie. Sitting slightly reclined on the front seat of a big Mercedes with her dress undone and her tits bare was a new experience for her and for Preston come to that. What was probably the most surprising thing, as far as Annie was concerned, was that only twice did she catch the eye of someone who had seen her above the waist, near-nakedness. The looks on their faces were, firstly astonishment and then sheer lust; I liked that. Despite only a few people obviously seeing me, it was still a highly erotic car trip for both of them, so much so that Preston got a hard on driving and glancing across at his slag, as he thought of her.

Having done the cruising thing, Preston steered the Merc. along the busy Golders Green road in the direction of Highgate and the cemetery where Karl Marx is buried, I recalled for some strange reason. We went past the main entrance, alongside the huge cemetery with the marble angels and other statues, and down a quiet lane to one side. He did a few lefts and rights and they entered a wooded area, probably Highgate woods or common, I thought, although I was not that familiar with the area. I had, I suddenly realised almost totally forgotten that my dress was unbuttoned to the waist and that my breasts were bare.




Chubby Girl Going to Seed



Preston slowed the car obviously looking for somewhere.

"What are you looking for?" I asked.

"There should be a fucking car park around here."

My heart leaped, "He's going to fuck me in the car, how sexy and, for him romantic," I thought.

"There it is," I said pointing out of the window on my side.

"I thought it was on my side."

"Perhaps we came from a different direction," she offered as they pulled into it.

I was surprised to see several cars parked round the perimeter. I was even more surprised to see that some had their internal lights on, some were flashing their headlights and that others had windows open. What was even more surprising was that as Preston slowly steered the car towards an opening where they could park, I saw quite a few people walking around in the car park, they were walking from car to car, looking in, standing staring and waiting.

Preston stopped the car in a vacant slot with about ten or twelve feet either side of the Merc from the other cars. He cut the engine; I was immediately hit by the quietness. I looked at him thinking, what the hell's going on and what the fuck is going to happen now? I hoped that he was going to fuck me, but I was worried about the number of other cars and the people wandering around. Taking sex risks in places where there was chance of getting caught was one thing, actually getting caught, as seemed highly likely here, was quite another, particularly to an aspiring acting star. I noticed that Preston had slipped on a pair of dark glasses

"Ok, undo the rest of the buttons," he said, turning and looking at me.

"What here?"

"Of course here, where else?"

"But Preston there are so many people around."

"So?"

"We'll get caught."

"What do you mean we?"

"Well if we have sex we'll..............."

He cut me off. "Who said anything about us having sex?"

"Well, you, I er, um thought, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean, what do I mean?"

"You're confusing me Preston."

"Am I? Well you should get a fucking brain shouldn't you and learn how to use it as much and as well as you use your cunt."

"Oh don't say that, I have got a brain."

"Yes up your cunt you might have, but not in your fucking head. Now unbutton the fucking dress or I'll rip the buttons off and kick you out of the car and make you walk home."

"You wouldn't?"

Preston leaned over the centre console; he took her chin in his hands, turned her face to look at his and snarled.

"Try me slut, just try me."

"No, no I won't."

"Then undo the dress."

"What then?"

There was a silence. We looked out around the car park. About half the cars had their internal lights on and I could see that several couples were in the back of the cars. It was obviously, at the very least, a lover's spot or, at another level, I conjectured, a place where hookers took their men, but the lights and the people walking around didn't quite add up.

"When you have undone it Annie, I will tell you exactly what to do and as usual, you will do exactly as I tell you won't you?" He asked, reaching over and pinching my right tit, a little too hard. "Won't you?"

"Yes Preston," I whimpered. 

I was getting excited. I wasn't quite sure why, but my full breasts had that heavy feeling, my nipples were tingling and my pussy was very damp.

Looking Preston right in the eye and holding his gaze, I moved my fingers to the button at my waist and nodded.

"Yes Preston," I whispered as I undid the button, so that my slightly bulging stomach down to just above my pubic line was revealed.

"You're going to do precisely as I say aren't you?" He went on still pinching my breast as he watched me find the next button, which was by my pussy.

"Yes," I breathed, realising that all that Preston had made me go through so far this evening was getting to me and exciting me. "Yes I will."

I undid the rest of the buttons. He reached across and pulled the two sides of the grey dress apart and then leaned further over and slid his hand down the side of my seat between that and the door. I felt the back of the seat reclining. Back and back it went until I was nearly horizontal.

"Now my Essex slut, wank yourself."

"Oh Preston I can't, there are so many people around."

"Of course there are you stupid cow."

"What do you mean?"

"This is a dogging sight Annie and you are going to masturbate right here so anyone who wants to can watch," Preston said switching on the internal light, just as I grasped each of my breasts and started to roll them together.

I had, of course heard of dogging sights, but had never visited one and had never thought I would. The thought and idea of going to one, however, did arouse me, though, but now I was here and the moment was nigh was so very daunting. I looked at Preston and saw that he was wearing dark glasses, which I assumed were a sort of disguise.

"No," I almost shouted as my near naked body was bathed in light.

"Yes," Preston muttered, rolling the window on my side down a little, which is the acknowledged dogging signal that says, anyone can join in.

"No Preston, no," I groaned, pulling the dress around me. I was now really alarmed and tugged it until it was almost covering my tits and belly. Deep down, though, I knew it was hopeless to complain, and even deeper down, I was not totally sure that I really wanted to.

I had read about the dogging phenomenon of where couples parked in designated areas identified and publicised on the internet, and put on shows. Sometimes they were purely exhibitionism, but often they were participative. She had never been dogging, but in her wilder thinking moments it had an appeal, providing she could be safe. Preston, a big Merc, upmarket Highgate all added up to as safe as anything like dogging could ever be.

"I said yes Annie, I said get the fucking dress undone and I said start wanking yourself, so do it," Preston went on undoing his flies. Abusing me, saying demeaning things to me, degrading any woman, dominating them, hurting them and humiliating them always gave him a hard on. That was the easy bit of sex for him; it was what to do with the erection that was the problem. Although he did it, occasionally, he didn't really like shagging women. He preferred his own company, having his cock in his own hand to her pussy, at a push her hand was ok and now and then fucking her mouth was fine, but in the main, he enjoyed wanking himself and spurting all over a woman's tits and face more than emptying himself into a condom or, worse an open, wet cunt.

As I gradually released my grip on the dress and watched Preston get his cock out, I was vaguely aware of movements outside the car. Being that it was dark outside and light in, I couldn't see that clearly, but I was pretty sure there were several people looking in through the windows. That, and Preston with his cock in his hand, got to me and I felt just as I had earlier in the pub when I had turned round and showed myself to the pub. So once more I found myself responding to an audience. 

"What a fucking actress?" I thought, letting go of her dress. "Anything for acclaim." I said to myself holding my big, fleshy tits, pushing them together and rolling the mass of female flesh around, occasionally flicking my nipples. If I was going to have to do this sordid, fucking thing then I was determined to do it well

Preston was now half kneeling on the seat, clearly wanking with his trousers half down. It pleased and thrilled me that he was joining in; it made me feel good that I had some, albeit limited power over him, even if it was just letting him demean her.

"Open your fucking legs." He grunted. I did,

"Get those fat thighs apart," he croaked. I did, even though I didn't really have fat thighs, I had rather nice, slender ones.

He was now wanking quite hard and through the open window she could hear men saying things like.

"Fuck me look at her tits."

"He's wanking."

"She's doing herself."

"She looks great."

"What a pair of tits."

Such phrases, the occasional glimpse of a face or a pair of eyes, but the generally similar sensation to being on stage where the audience is blanked out by the lights and Preston's cock hovering over her, all combined to make me want to put on a performance.

So as Preston grunted. "Show 'em your cunt," I opened my legs wide, brought my knees up and placed each foot on the seat. My pussy was right in line with the low glare from the light in front of her.

"Jesus fucking wept."

"Look at her cunt."

"I'd love to fuck that."

I heard these expressions and they made me feel better for they made me feel wanted and think more than anything in life that was my need. I rubbed my fingers all round my lips, which were absolutely soaked. I was getting there, and quickly, but I had not reached the peak of my orgasm when I heard Preston grunt loudly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said as I looked up at him. As I did, he ejaculated. His cock seemed to explode with cum and spurt after spurt of his spunk shot out of him and splattered onto me; on my face, on my head, on my chest and tits and into my hair. His sperm seemed to be everywhere; it was everywhere, even on the dashboard of the Merc.



Chubby Gordon Needs a Friend



Gordon Dewey was celebrating his 19th birthday alone, like he often did, but this was different. He was new in the city, having just moved to Troy to attend college, and had found out that he was no better at making friend here than he had been back home. 

At close to six foot tall, Gordon was only slightly plump that fall of 1972, having shed about 40 pounds over the last year or so, but he was still incredibly self-conscious about his body which was a bit pear-shaped and was still a bit doughy.

His acne had cleared up considerably, and he had lost much of his stuttering habit which stemmed from nerves, so while he was clearly no Rock Hudson he was a far cry from where was a few years earlier. Nobody realized that more than his mother who reluctantly sent him off to school a couple of months earlier.

"You're looking so handsome," Mom had gushed. "Just you wait Gordon. The girls in Troy are going to notice you!"

They didn't, of course, but Gordon wasn't interested in them either, at least not the way Mom was thinking. Mom wouldn't understand if he told her, so he kept his desires to himself, and since he had very few experiences with his own gender either it wasn't tough to stay in the closet.

So Gordon was spending his 19th birthday sitting in an old man's bar in South Troy, The South End Tavern, which was so ancient that outside they had a sign over one door indicating a "Ladies Entrance". Gordon went there because the beer was cheap and was on the bus line so he could get back to campus easily.

There had been a different bartender on that night, which meant that Gordon had to show his proof since he had a bit of a baby face despite being of legal age. The bartender noticed that it was his birthday and gave him a Schaefer draft on the house, which saved him a quarter. 

Then a man sitting kitty-corner to him at the bar overheard the conversation and bought him another one and even played "Happy Birthday" on the old jukebox in his honor.

"Name's Henry Wallace," the man said as he extended his hand, and although the man looked vaguely familiar to Gordon in reality most of the guys who went there were like this man was, around 50 or so and dressed like they worked all day and this Mr. Wallace was no exception.

Unlike other times and other men, this man struck up a conversation with Gordon, and while the student usually avoided such things he found himself chatting with the man. Gordon learned that Henry was divorced and worked for the city in the public works department, an most of all didn't like being called Mr. Wallace.

"Henry," Mr. Wallace corrected Gordon once again. "The mister makes me feel even older and I'm old enough as it is."

Henry also liked the Mets, although he said he longed for the days of the Albany Senators, a minor league team that played in the nearby city and had folded many years ago, and although Gordon had never heard of them he enjoyed listening to the man rattling off the team's players and statistics like it was yesterday.

"Sounds like it was fun back then," Gordon said, and as he looked at the slight man with the horn-rimmed glasses he mused that the man was probably about his father's age.

Gordon didn't know that for sure, since the old man had taken off when he was young, leaving his mother and him alone to fend for themselves, and Gordon lamented that this stranger wasn't his father. Being taken to ball games and doing guy stuff with his father would have been fun.

"Gotta go," Gordon said, needing to get rid of the four short drafts he had consumed, but also because he was getting a bit choked up thinking about what could have been.

The men's room was a nasty place, the absence of decor and pungent scent seeming to be designed for not hanging around, but Gordon enjoyed reading the graffiti over the long urinal along the wall as he went.

Gordon made sure his fat stub was clear of his pants, not wanting to wet himself like he sometimes did, and after beginning the flow the lad looked up to see if anything was added since the last time he was here.

NEED JERK-OFF BUDDY CALL TOM was the most prominently written note on the faded paint, and Gordon had seen that particular one so often he almost had the phone number memorized, wondering whether this Tom was a real guy or just somebody whose name and number ended up on the wall courtesy of a co-worker or something. Gordon had been tempted to call more than once.

Gordon was so lost in his reading that he hadn't noticed somebody had joined him in the men's room, and while in many ways the student liked the company because it gave him a chance to see a cock other than his own, this time he hadn't managed to shield the view of his own equipment first.

"Boy, if they painted this wall we wouldn't have anything to read," the short man beside Gordon said, and it was only the voice that made Gordon's eyes go up from the long brown penis that hung unsupported in front of its owner.

"Uh - yeah," Gordon said, hoping that Mr. Wallace hadn't seen him staring like that, and after quickly finishing peeing the student went to the sink and splashed water on his hands, drying them quickly before leaving the smelly room.

It wasn't my fault. That was what Gordon was thinking as he went back to his stool at the far end of the bar. Guys stand there and let it hang out - you can't help but look.

The looking had become a habit however, a kind of habit that was harmless, except for that one time back home when a man who apparently didn't like getting looked at took exception and almost put him through the wall of that men's room in the park.

Henry Wallace came out of the bathroom a minute later, and as he walked though the bar Gordon avoided eye contact although he glanced at the crotch of the old guy's green work pants before concentrating on his Schaefer.

Henry started chatting about something that was on the TV news like nothing had happened, and Gordon was relieved although when he looked over at the man he realized that he would never be able to look at the guy again without thinking about his cock, if past history was any judge.

Must be nice walking around with that swinging between your legs, Gordon mused as he pondered how much different his life would be if he hadn't been so shortchanged in that area. He would stand there and let people look at his cock all they wanted - hell - he might not even wear pants!

"Think I've had enough," Gordon said, because while he wasn't drunk he was getting a little goofy, and as he started to get up his new acquaintance asked him whether he was off to another bar or maybe to a friend's house to continue the party.

"No," Gordon said as he sprinkled some change for a tip on the bar. "Not much for that sort of thing."

"It was nice meeting you, and glad I could celebrate your birthday with you," Henry said, extending his hand and as Gordon shook it he wondered if the guy would be so friendly if he knew that he would probably go home and jerk off to the memory of seeing his cock back in the bathroom.

"Thank you for the beer Mister - I mean Henry," Gordon said, and the boy thanked the bartender too but he was at the far end of the bar waiting on somebody else so he left the place and walked down to the bus stop, hoping that he hadn't just missed one because it was a brisk fall night and they ran infrequently after dark.

The breeze that was kicking up didn't help any, so Gordon stepped behind the building at the bus stop to provide some shelter, and as he did he saw someone approaching him from behind. Probably a panhandler, Gordon figured, because despite his pudginess being a big guy he rarely got bothered by troublemakers.

"There you are Gordon," his friend from the bar said as he came up to him. "I was hoping that I could catch you."

"Oh, Hi Mr. Wallace," Gordon said, wining when he remembered he preferred Henry. "You take the bus too?"

"I do sometimes but I live just down around the corner," the slight man said as he ducked behind the shelter of the wall with Gordon. "I was afraid you were going to drive."

"No, and besides the bus works for me after a few, Henry."

"I was just wondering," the older man said, nervously pawing the ground while looking down the road for the bus or for other pedestrians and finding none. "Seeing how it's your birthday and all, I was just wondering whether you would like some company before you go home."

"I - I've got classes tomorrow," Gordon said. "Not until late but I don't think I should drink anymore tonight."

"No, I wasn't thinking about that," Henry replied. "Maybe we could just talk. It seemed that - maybe we have something in common. More than just baseball. I know I'm an old fart and all but..."

"No, you're a nice man," Gordon said as he looked over Mr. Wallace's shoulder down the dark street. "It's just that I'm not that social I guess."

"I'm a loner too," Henry said. "I just thought that - maybe I got the wrong impression and if I did I'm sorry - but I just thought that when we were in the men's room you looked at me you maybe were..."

"No - I - well yes I did. It was an accident."

"Oh," Henry said. "I was hoping it wasn't because I looked at you too and I was hoping that you liked what you saw as much as I did."

Gordon had his back against the brick wall, and as his eyes went from his new friend to the bus that wasn't showing signs of coming, he felt himself getting flustered.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," Henry said, and after looking around to make sure no one was around he leaned upwards and kissed Gordon lightly on the lips.

"I - I don't know how to do anything," Gordon mumbled as the lights of the bus came into view down the road.

"Is that because you don't want to know or because nobody ever asked?"

"Nobody - nobody wants me," Gordon said as the bus got nearer, and then Henry turned around and watched the bus slow.

"Well that's just not true. It probably wasn't in the past and it certainly isn't true now," Henry said. "That's your bus now though."

The bus stopped and after the brakes wheezed a solitary figure climbed down the steps. Gordon looked at the bus driver who was looking at the two of them standing there and with a wave sent the bus on its way.

"Just down the street?"

"Yes Gordon, and I'll make sure you get home okay," Henry said, and with that he ushered his new friend down the road.

***

"It's not much but..." Henry said after they went up to the second floor apartment that the older man called home.

"Better than my place," Gordon said of the small apartment that was neat and modestly furnished, and after Henry locked the door behind them he took Gordon's jacket off of him.

"Hard to believe you think nobody wants you," Henry said as he put his hands on the bigger lad's chest and squeezed the fleshy man boobs. "You've never been with a man before?"

"Few times - men would pick me up - offer me rides or stuff," Gordon admitted. "They would let me do things to them."

"Let you?" Henry asked as he gently tugged the young lad's shirt out from under his pants, and as he put his hands up under the boy's shirt and slid them up Gordon's bare flesh he felt him shiver. "My hands cold?"

"No," Gordon said although his teeth chattered as he spoke. "Just not used to this."

"Do you like it?" Henry asked as he began very slowly inching them both out of the living room and around the corner, all the while his fingers rubbing the warm soft skin. "If you don't, I'll stop."

"No," Gordon said, his chest heaving as he was moved into the man's bedroom. "I mean - don't stop."

"I was hoping that was what you meant," Henry said as he bumped against the switch on the wall, causing a night light next to the bed to go on dimly.

"Can you turn off the light?" Gordon asked as Henry tweaked his plump nipples and made them swell under the shirt.

"Don't you want us to be able to see each other?" Henry asked.

"No - I mean I was to see you but - I'm kind of embarrassed," Gordon confessed.

"And that's something we're going to change - maybe not completely tonight but..." Henry said. "Let me get this off you."

Gordon started to stop his shirt from going up but Henry kept lifting the garment up until he came up over his head, and after Henry cast it aside his hands went back to Gordon's upper torso, the older man smiling as his fingers toyed with the little cluster of black hairs that had recently begun to grow in the center of the student's chest.

"How I love big men," Henry said as his hands grabbed Gordon's chest and kneaded the soft flesh before leaning forward to nibble on the lad's plump aureolas, going back and forth between the swelling nipples while his hands explored.

"You're going to be a really hairy bear some day too," Henry said as he kissed the little nest of chest hairs while his hands slid up Gordon's sides and nudged their way under the lad's arms, letting his fingers rub the bushy armpits that he had seen when taking the boy's shirt off. "Am I tickling you?"

Gordon shook his head as sweat beaded up on his forehead, perspiration that was not the result of the apartment's temperature, and when the older man lifted his arm Gordon let me, gasping when Henry kissed his way over into the thick tuft of hair and nuzzled into it.

"You really are untouched aren't you?" Henry marveled as he enjoyed the boy's shocked reaction to his affection.

"I guess so," Gordon admitted, and then shrugged while confessing. "I do touch myself a lot though."

"And you're funny too," Henry declared with a laugh. "I noticed that back in the bar with some of the things you said. Clever and subtle things. There's a whole lot of you inside that's just dying to come out. Just let it. Be yourself."

"I..." Gordon started to say as he felt Henry undoing his belt, and although he brought his own hands down and grabbed the older man's wrists he didn't stop Henry from undoing his slacks and letting them fall to the floor.

Henry knelt down and helped Gordon step out of the trousers, and after pulling off the lad's crew socks let his hands slide up the student's legs as he himself rose, reveling in the feel of Gordon's profusely hairy calves against his touch.

"It's okay Gordon, just relax and let me enjoy you," the older man was saying, his eyes never leaving the boy's as he tugged the boxers down the fleshy belly until they dropped down the rest of the way by themselves.

Henry looked up at Gordon through his slightly fogged up glasses and kissed him again, only this time the kiss was longer and was returned, and as the older man squeezed Gordon's fleshy butt he whispered, "You're so beautiful."

"To me you are," Henry insisted after Gordon shook his head, and eventually as Henry's hand came around to let his fingers rake through the dense jungle of pubic hair before going lower he whispered to the trembling lad, "Open your eyes Gordon. It's really okay. Trust me."

Henry heard Gordon gasp when his hand found his penis, and as Henry gently rubbed his finger on the tip of the student's manhood he heard Gordon say, "I'm sorry. It gets bigger. I'm just scared."

"Nothing to be afraid of, and as for the other part, that's my job. Just relax," Henry said, and after apologizing for his unmade bed eased Gordon onto the bedding on his back.

Henry smiled as he pulled Gordon's boxers off of his ankles before easing down on the bed himself. The older man's eyes took in the fact that the young man had shaved some of the immense bush that surrounded his penis, perhaps in an attempt to make it the fat toadstool more visible.

Henry's fingers grabbed what little of the shaft there was and bent over it, letting his tongue run around the over-sized glans of the circumcised organ before taking the knob in his mouth.

Content to suckle on the head of the lad's dick while his fingers stroked the taut ball sac which like the cock above it seemed to be trying to contract into Gordon's body. As the older man applied some pressure to the underside of the stump while sucking he sensed the lad starting to relax.

"Henry," Gordon croaked. "Could you take your clothes off too? Feel funny like this."

"Sure Gordon," Henry said, reluctantly letting go of the squat fireplug long enough to quickly get up and pull off his shirt and drop his trousers and boxers shorts.

"Kind of excited," Henry said as he saw the lad's reaction when this underwear came down and he saw the aroused state he was in, ducking back down onto the bed and going back to work on Gordon's cock.

To Henry's delight Gordon started to respond to his affection and before long he was sucking on the student's very erect cock.

"Told you," Henry said as he looked up at the boy from behind his erection, and what Gordon's penis lacked in length is more than made up for in girth, as the older man's jaws could attest to after sucking on the 4" or so of almost beer-can thick manhood. 

There was no more talking, and the only sounds were from the sucking from the older man going up and down Gordon's cock and the young man's panting, until Gordon could hold back no longer.

"Mr. - I mean Henry," Gordon gasped. "Think I'm going to cum."

"I know," Henry said before going back down on the lad, and although the blasts of semen that sailed down the older man's throat nearly choked him at first he recovered and took every drop of his considerable load and savored the virgin nectar.

As the Henry looked up at Gordon it looked in the dim light that the lad's eyes were welling up, and as Henry got up on his knees and looked down on the lad, his cock was waving in front of him.

"I want to make you happy," Gordon said shyly, starting to reach for the long prong.

"Gordon, I want to..." Henry said, and after he said what was on his mind he asked, "Have you ever done that before?"

The answer was no just like Henry had expected it would be, but the lad's next answer was only, "Please don't hurt me."

"I'll be as gentle as I can be," Henry said as he reached over and extracted a half spent tub of lube from the night table, and after grabbing one of his pillows and wedging it under the small of Gordon's back added, "Let's get us ready."

Gordon's shaking hand started rubbing gel as over Henry's swollen manhood, while Henry's greased finger slid between Gordon's ass cheeks and found the fur-ringed orifice which was even tighter than he had thought it would be.

"Just relax," Henry urged as he dipped his finger further into what felt like a vice and then told the lad to slow down on his greasing him.

"You're so big," Gordon mumbled as he stopped sliding his hand up and down the sizable organ so fast. "Doesn't seem possible to be able to do this."

"If you don't want to I understand," Henry said, but Gordon shook his head.

"I want to - want to make you happy," Gordon said but the older man shook his head.

"Make us happy," Henry corrected. "This is for both of us, right?"

"Us," Gordon repeated, and even though the young man moaned as Henry slipped another digit into the tight orifice he didn't say stop.

In and out went the older man fingers, and as Henry felt Gordon start to relax a bit he started moving the fingers deeper and harder into the lad, corkscrewing them deep into Gordon's rectum until he sensed Gordon was ready.

"Just relax Gordon," Henry said as he looked up at the chunky student from between his legs, and while sliding his slick tool between the chubby cheeks and towards the puckered ring he eased his legs further apart, adding, "You look so good right now."

Gordon cried out a little when Henry first pushed the head of his cock into the student's virgin ass, but didn't put much more in at first, content to just ease the first 3" or so in and out to let Gordon get accustomed to it.

As for Gordon, the lad's face was red and his eyes were rolled back a bit in his head while he held the backs of his thighs open, gasping as he asked, "Is it all in yet?"




Chubby Gordon Needs a Friend



"Almost," Henry told, not exactly a lie but more of a fib, and when Henry asked him if it hurt and he wanted him to stop he shook his head no.

"Feels sorta good."

"Told you. Now why don't you let me take care of these," Henry said as he held the backs of Gordon's thighs open for him and suggested. "Why don't you play with your nipples for me while I work in and out of your sweet boy pussy? That's it. You're so sexy."

Gordon looked at the older man hovering over him like he thought he was being made fun of, but when he saw Henry was serious he started really twisting and abusing his own nipples, so much so that he barely noticed the cock inside of him was going deeper and harder.

"That's it. Damn!" Henry muttered as nearly all 8" began thrusting in and out of Gordon's anus, the older man's grunting in time with his nuts slapping against the boy. "Reach back - grab the headboard - it's way back there."

"Like this?" Gordon asked, his chubby body jiggling as he strained to grab the brass bars while the older man drove him close with his thrusts.

"That's it. Hold onto it just like that," Henry said as he let go of Gordon's legs and used the weight of his body to keep them apart while his hands came down next to the lad's shoulders, the old man's eyes feasting on Gordon's bushy armpits which were exposed in this position. "You're so hot."

As the older man's thumbs stroked the lad's moist armpits, the softness of the thick tufts sent chills down his spine along with a tingling in his groin, and as he felt about to cum he let out a cry as he held himself up over the student with his cock barely inside.

"OH!" Gordon cried out when he felt the first spurt, and then Henry eased back in as his cock jerked and twitched, filling the boy's virgin bowels with his seed.

Henry stayed inside of the lad, their eyes locked onto each other until the older man's cock slithered out of the student. Henry asked Gordon how he was but the lad didn't speak, merely reaching up and bring Henry on top of him and smothering him with hugs and kisses as they embraced.

"I can drive you up to your place in the morning if you want to spend the night," Henry said. "Not really up for driving and I don't want you to be out there trying to catch a bus."

"You talked me into it," Gordon said without hesitation, snuggling close to Henry. 

That was how the unlikely couple fell asleep, in each other's arms, both of them having found for at least one night exactly what they needed.

***

Thank you for reading



Chubby Goth Girl



Author's Note: I was getting ready for work one day and had an idea. I've always been a fan of some of the girls I see working the stores in the mall. As it happens a chubby Goth girl has always appealed to me. Maybe the lead up to the scenario is unrealistic, but I wasn't trying to write a serious dissertation about the nature of working in a mall. I just rolled with the notion of the girl saying "yes". I tried to make it shorter, but sometimes things just grow. Hope you enjoy.




The girl behind the counter looked bored. She was the store opener, and with school back in session, there were not too many people looking to go buy CDs in the morning. I worked across the street at the grocery store, and had some gift cards to burn up before work. 

"Let me know if I can help you," she said without looking up from the magazine she was reading. 

She had a Goth look to her, which I found intriguing. In high school we were always told that those girls were trying to be unattractive. Her hair was dyed a mixture of black and red, and she had cut it in a rough and short bed head style. I thought that this complimented her skin, which was very pale—a hard feat to pull off in San Diego. There were several rings and a stud through one of her ears, and even a small ring in her nose. I could deal with that. What turned me on the most was the fact that she was chubby in the pleasant way. Her black leggings stretched to show legs that were curvy with a good thickness, and led up to an ass that I had to move to a different place in the store to see. 

There was a hard metal stool pushed up into that wonderful bubble butt. I had never wanted to be a stool so much in my life. I looked away when she caught me staring. She didn't say anything, and went back to reading her magazine. Around her collar I could see the edges of the tattoos that her blouse was covering. The pictures were a mystery that I wanted to behold. My dick was already getting hard. I'd never really thought I'd find something so nice on the way to work. 

I didn't have to be at work for awhile. So what harm was there in trying to scam on this girl? Sex is always a primary motivator in my life.

"So, how are you doing today?"

"Just peachy," she said. "I get to sit here for six hours."

"I'll be at mine for eight."

"I'll bet you make more money than me. Can I help you find something?"

"I already found you, so I'm doing well so far."

She feigned a look of revulsion and then scoffed. "Lame."

I told her my name. She tried to ignore me.

"What's yours?"

"Please leave. Buy something or go. I'll call security."

"I'll go if you want, but please just tell me your name."

"Brianna."

"Brianna. That's beautiful. Look, I know how it is. We get up every day and go to these bullshit jobs. We make less than shit to live on doing stuff that older people used to make twice the money doing. Brianna, I think you're hot, and really want to have sex with you, but if you prefer that I go then I will."

I turned to leave, and took three steps before she told me to stop.

"Are you for real?"

"As far as I know. Why?"

She looked around as though I wasn't the only other person in the store. When Brianna was certain she relaxed for awhile, and seemed to mull me over. I'll admit that I'm a rather plain-looking dude, but I'm definitely not ugly near as I can tell, and I do try to keep myself looking good. It really helps when you have a job working with the public. 

"This is really crazy," she said, "and also more than a little fucked up."

She took a moment to check me out. I felt embarrassed to be in my work uniform, but that's how it was. 

"You are kind of cute," she admitted. "Not really hot, but better than the guys who normally hit on me here. Are you a freak?"

"No."

"Good. If you try to hurt me, I'll bite your dick off. I'm a mean bitch, got it?"

"Sounds like fun."

She giggled. "This is so crazy. I can't wait to tell my friend about it."

Brianna told me to walk to the back of the store. She went to the front and closed that weird metal door that rolls down from the top. Then she put up a sign saying when she'd be back. With it being this slow few people would care.

In moments she joined me, and opened the storeroom with her key. I did worry about cameras. Not so much for me—I didn't work for that company, but I'd really hate it if Brianna got fired over me.

"They don't care to check the cameras unless there's something wrong," she said. "It takes too long and they're lazy."

I wasn't really sure how to best proceed, but Brianna superseded me and planted a brutal kiss on me. That was encouraging. I always like it when girls show some initiative. I forced the kiss back onto her, and pawed at her shoulders and middle. She was shorter than me, so I let myself lean down into her. It didn't take long for me to give in, and put my hands on her exquisite ass. I squeezed that gorgeous beast with everything I had until she yelped. For her part, Brianna ground herself into me. 

Her lip gloss was sweet and she had on a mild body spray that was heaven to breathe in. 

My hands moved to her soft middle. Brianna made little sounds like mewling as I felt her there. She may well have hated her plumpness, but a real guy can appreciate such a thing. My fingers dug deep into the waistband of her leggings, and felt the sweat that had been gathering there.

We ended up just looking into each other's eyes for a few moments: trying to figure out what the other was thinking. This is one of those odd things that I've ended up doing with a few girls. Not really sure what it means. To be honest, when I'm really turned on there isn't much thinking at all. We went back to kissing. I moved my hands up her blouse to her chest, and felt the line where the bottom of her bra was. I looked to her again for approval. All I got were two pale blue eyes burning into me. Since I wasn't getting an objection, I offered her plump love pillows a squeeze. Brianna closed her eyes a little at this, so I eased up. There was a tiny smile on those soft pink lips of hers.

I pulled her blouse up just above the bra, and moved my hands to her back to unsnap it. I had no trouble with it—that can really kill the spontaneity of the act. As I pulled the bra off I felt the sweat that she left inside of it. I wanted to take a moment to smell it, but thought that might be too much. When blouse and bra were on the floor I got a look at some of the ink implanted into her body. A tattoo of hot Goth girl was on her right arm and one of an ice cream cone was on her left. There was a trail of vines and roses that traced down her shoulders to her rounded sides, and curled around her love handles. Two little fairies hid among the vines—one on each side. Their expressions looked inviting. Of course my eyes had to focus up to take in the sight of what had been behind the sweaty bra.

I paused for a moment to bask in the glory of those delicious mounds of flesh. Her chubbiness had filled them out to a luxuriant fatness. I went at them with both hands. On a smaller girl they would have been "tea cup" breasts, but her endowment spilled well over those metaphorical cups. When I had them, I brought my mouth to the left one, which was a little bigger, and took her engorged nipple to my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around it and pulled like a hungry infant. Brianna made a little sound when I did that, and that made me feel good to have her reacting in such a way.

I pulled away from her and left a line of saliva trailing away from her succulent tit. I wanted to drink from it. Being that focused I finally noticed the star tattoo over that nipple. She was a temple of wonders.

I felt at her belly. It's just something that's always turned me on about a girl. She was uncomfortable at first, but my attention gradually let her know that I loved it. Her whole body was like a ripe fruit to me.

We both eased down onto the store room floor. The carpeting was old, but didn't appear to be disgusting or anything. As she lied down my hands squished into her doughy ass again. She was a treat. My hands found the waist of her leggings, and began pulling them down. It took a while as she was stuck to them, but eventually I was able to see her swollen mound covered in moist white cotton panties. Her thick legs were pale, soft, and inviting. 

Brianna helped me get her flats off, and the leggings followed. There she was in all of her damp underwear glory before me. 

"Now you," she said with a moist breath in my face, holding her hands over her cotton-masked pussy. "This is as far as you get until I see some skin."

I pulled hard to get my feet from my black work boots. I didn't want to waste the time untying them. My work uniform was always too big on me. The polyester shirt and black Dickies pants came off fast enough leaving me in my boxers. I've never considered myself much to look at. I'm taller than a lot of guys and have a larger frame. I'm not ripped, but I've spent the last few years trying to build some definition.

I knelt down to my hands and knees over her.

"Much better," she said, smiling, and moved her hands away from her panties.

There we were facing each other again: she on her back and me leaning over her. I could feel the heat coming off of her. It affected the body spray in a wonderful way. There was also the musky heat emanating from behind those panties. We shared another awkward silence while I took in the complete atmosphere of her. 

Brianna moved her right hand to the front of my boxers, and felt inside the opening. Her small fingers were still warm from covering her pussy, and she found my swelling cock.

"Not bad. You could probably be harder though."

"I'm just taking in the sight and smell of you."

She shook her head with a look of incredulity. "You really shouldn't bring up smells to a girl. I know what you mean, but we are really paranoid about that kind of thing."

"About everything."

"Whatever," she said. "Do you have a condom?"

"I don't take them to work with me. Do you have one?"

"I sit on my ass all day. I don't really need it. I'm on the pill though."

While Brianna was still feeling at me inside my boxers, her other hand reached down into her panties and felt around inside. She played with herself a little bit, and when she felt that it was enough, she withdrew it, and wiped that sultry nectar on my mouth.

"Do you want that?" she asked playfully with a wicked little smile.

I could barely manage a nod. The taste on my lips was like dew on a plant in a tropical jungle. It was a little acidic, but I wanted more.

"Be man and take it," she said. "I want a man who wants to fuck me."

I'd waited long enough. My cock was rigid and my balls were primed to fire. I moved my hands onto her wide hips, and took hold of that white cotton. I tugged them down urgently, and once they crossed that threshold, I got to see that moist center of her. She had shaved it not too long ago, but it was growing back. I trailed my thumb over that deliciously plump mound and savored the feeling of the slight stubble growing out of it. When I touched her swollen nether lips they were slick with her wetness. Brianna had already teased me with her flavor, and I had to get some more. I leaned down and dug into her hot crevice like a bear invading a bee hive. The juice I got wasn't exactly honey, but I treated it like ambrosia. 

Brianna caught her breath as I began to eat her out. Her hands dug into the thick dark hair of my head. 

"Keep doing that," she said. "That's so good."

I lapped up the juices flowing out of her. It was acidic, and in an odd way reminded of me of touching my tongue to a battery. The stubble on her pussy did scratch at my face some, but I wasn't about to complain about something so nice. My tongue dug deep into the folds of her, and into the hot cavern beyond.

She took in sharp inhales, and slowly released as my tongue worked into her. Brianna seemed a little nervous as if I would suddenly pull away and decide that I didn't like doing this. I'd know more than a few girls who have this irrational fear that their vaginas will somehow scare a guy away. Personally, it's one of my favorite things to do with a woman.

This went on for a while, and gave my tongue a definite workout. I could have done it longer, but she wanted to move on. Brianna tapped my shoulder until I looked up at her with her love juice covering my face. It must have been a sight, because for a moment she almost laughed.

"We need to get down to it," she said. "I do have a time limit."

I agreed. I mean who wouldn't when the next part was going to be good. I got up on my knees to reposition myself, and determine my approach. She was bigger than the last girl I was with, and with that girl I was normally on the bottom. Brianna lifted up her legs to present herself to me. While in this position she was a wonderful flow of curves: from her breasts to her round tummy, and finally her mound. As I guided my cock in I couldn't help but notice the bottom of her wonderfully chubby ass, and thought about how great the inside of it would feel.

I went slowly: probing inside of her as she took in a breath. While I'm not as long as some guys I do have a good girth. Brianna got used to it, and I inched inside. My hands found her thick hips, and I used them to support myself. 

She held her lower lip under her teeth as she braced herself. Her hotness grasped me tightly, and while she acted as if she was the one submitting I definitely felt vulnerable. 

"Good?"

She nodded. "Come on."

I began slowly pushing myself in an out of her. Brianna made little sounds like tiny breathy exhales. Without the condom there was no barrier between us, and I was able to enjoy the full experience of exploring her insides. They were almost molten, and every time I pulled out it felt like they refused to let me go. I couldn't help but think that whoever got to knock this wonderful chubby girl up would have the same exquisite feeling of her pussy. I wanted to be the only one. 

As we kept going I couldn't help but look down to see where her ass was hitting my balls, and think how wonderful it would be inside her rear canal.

I didn't think about the awkwardness of asking. "Next time can I fuck your ass?"

She almost looked angry at me. "Don't get ahead of yourself. You have to treat me like a queen to get in there. Now, keep it up."

We went on for several more lust-filled, sweating, and delicious minutes, but then something that we didn't take into account happened. The phone rang.

Brianna was shook from her fuck-reverie in an instant. "I have to take this," she said. "Let me up."

I stopped, but didn't pull out. There was no way I could come this far and not have my finish.

"But you put up the sign. You said we had time. They can call back."

Brianna brutally squeezed one of my nipples. That made me move way. As the phone rang some more, she was trying to get up off the hard carpeting.

"I have to answer it," she said. "My boss said that she was going to call." 

I helped pull her up, and watched as she trotted off to answer it. Her bubble butt jiggling as she moved quickly. I even noticed the juices from her pussy flowing down the backs of her legs. That made for a perfect reason to follow her.

The call must have been important. When I caught up to Brianna she didn't seem to mind that she was now standing naked behind the service desk. I followed her back there without her noticing, and saw just how much junk they had in the cabinets behind the desk. Special orders, several empty security cases for "high theft" items, and a fat stack of applications for that club card that I never want to get. My cock was still hard, and not happy about being stopped.

"Yeah, Dianne," said Brianna over the phone. "No, not much going on here. The UPS guy hasn't been here yet either."

Brianna leaned over the desk to look at a calendar. I was standing behind her and got a full view of her bare ass. She had another tattoo of a rose piercing a heart and a tiny mole just adjacent to that. I sank my hands into those chunky globes. She jumped at first, but didn't say anything. She was trying to maintain her focus. Her free hand tried futility to push mine away, but she had to go back to looking at the calendar, presumably for a scheduling problem.

I had a drive inside me to enter that forbidden place she didn't want me to enter. I looked at it, and it was inviting, but there was no prep work done, and I didn't want to hurt her. When I trended lower I found my old friend that I had unfinished business with. I slipped my finger into her pussy from behind. Brianna tried to push me away with her butt, which was really only turned me on more. Her pussy was still wet and still open from the sex we didn't finish. I had to get back inside.

With Brianna leaned over the desk and trying to conduct business, I guided my cock back inside her. Despite her pretense at shooing me away she accepted me greedily. 

She cried out for a moment, but caught herself. "No, I'm okay. Dianne. I just felt something weird in my tummy. I'm sure it will finish."

I started fucking her again. I had never done it in that position, but we both made it work. I kissed at her neck, and squeezed her tits from behind. Even if I couldn't see them there were still wonderful. I tried to not make anything sounds myself, but that was difficult.

Brianna's voice was strained at the maximum point of trying to pretend that nothing odd was happening. 

"Sure, I'll work Thursday. Ok. See you later. Bye."

She dropped the phone on the counter as soon as she turned it off. "Goddammit, why are you doing this out here?"

"Should I stop?"

She was almost on the verge of tears. "No."

A little while longer, and she gripped the counter fiercely and tensed. Her breath caught in her throat, and I knew she was cumming.

I wanted to finish near the same time, so I picked up speed, and in moments felt my own orgasm. My cock sent several hot spurts of seed deep inside of Brianna. She looked back at me. We shared a moment when there were no words and perhaps very little understanding. I've noticed a lot of these in my relationships. 

We each took a moment to get our breaths. She tapped me on the arm, and held onto me for a little bit: her little hand sliding down the hair of my forearm. She was telling me that she wasn't mad.

I pulled away, and let her stand up from the counter. I was going to the backroom to get my clothes when I heard her cry "oh fuck!"

"What is it?"

I had a picture in my mind of an audience of security guards and the elderly who came to the mall to walk around all standing outside the sliding door with looks of disbelief on their faces from having just watched two people screw like dogs in the store. As Brianna had said earlier "crazy and more than a little fucked up."

She had picked up a thick portion of the club applications and threw them in the trash. Brianna didn't want to say it, but eventually I understood what happened. My little decision to do her from behind had been something she hadn't done before either. At the height of her orgasm she actually managed to squirt her juices onto the stack of applications. I didn't bring it up. Honestly, how would I begin that conversation? I'm not even sure if she had to concoct a lie for her manager Dianne. 

We got dressed and I gave her my phone number, and told her that I was nearby. I was very interested and waiting for her to make the call.

Post Script: I hope you enjoyed this story. Originally I intended it to be a short-short but couldn't manage to contain it once I had the girl in my mind. There is perhaps room for more of these characters. I enjoyed writing this one quite a bit, and the scenario came easy (no pun intended) once I had it going. I would greatly appreciate your comments, criticisms, and encouragement. Creating the scenario in my mind is usually enough for me, I post it to share with anyone who might like it. Thanks for your time and interest.