Fat Fuck, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-09-09. Times viewed: 7756.
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- Intro: M/F, M/F Voy, Exhib, Slut, Solo, Water Play
Becky was fat. Had been all her life no matter how much or what she chose to eat. She was also always horny and started masturbating when she fourteen. Not satisfied with handling herself in bed or the shower, she started taking risks for a bigger high. Now that she was twenty six, she was exhibiting very risky behavior. Very early one summer morning she was walking through the park after staying up all night watching tv. It was really early, chipmunks were the only things running around.
She heard some noises, naughty ones. Instantly her pussy was wet and she stalked the sound. A small alcove of green with a bench was Becky's cover. Peering through the shrubs she saw a couple lying on the ground. A man was fucking a woman as hard as he could. His pants were around his knees, her dress was shoved into her armpits, her tits were out. It was a primal scene.
“Fuck me faster!” The woman whispered loudly. “Faster John!”
“Fucking cunt, I’ll fuck you the way I want.” He actually slowed. “Don’t tell me how to fuck.”
Becky was on fire. Kneeling on the ground, she scanned the park and saw no one. She pulled down her shorts, liking the feel of the cool air on her damp crotch, she spread her fat legs and began to rub her clit. Wanting to get closer, she put her hand on the ground and leaned her face into the poky shrub. All she could think of was her little slit and the couple fucking.
John was going faster, about to come. So was Becky. She worked her swollen clit hard while rocking forward and backward as if there was a cock behind her. Oh how she wished there was a live cock to fuck. Not just a cucumber or fingers.
John suddenly pulled out and kneeled, wanking himself.
“No!” The woman pouted and went to sit up. John shoved her back down. “I want-“
“Fucking lie down or I’ll push you again. You’ll come later. I’ll finger fuck you on the drive home.”
“John,” she whined. He ignored her, getting to his feet he stood over her and then kneeled to straddle her waist.
“Open up.” She glared and he lightly slapped her face. “Open your fucking mouth.” She did and he grinned like the devil. Becky was groaning now, she’d never seen anything like this since her parents still didn’t have internet at home. “Fucking eat it,” he groaned as the first spurt hit her chin. He didn't move any closer but aimed at her mouth like a game at a carnival. A glob caught her cheek. Another landed on her forehead. Cheek again. “Fuck,” he grumbled, not happy with his aim. The last two didn’t go far and landed on her tit and stomach. “Here.” He handed her the hem of her skirt as if he was being helpful.
She angrily wiped her face with it. “Jerk.”
“Listen cunt, if I want you to come, I’ll make you come. I like it when you don’t come. You always crawl back an hour later and then you’re willing to let me do anything.”
Becky was dizzy. As if this wasn’t bad enough? Then he did something worse to her?
“Don’t pull your dress down yet, in fact, cover your face so it’s off your chest.” She gave him a hard stare but his was ten times tougher. She pulled it over her head in a huff. John stood, straddling her hips.
Nearly ready to come, Becky rubbed harder as she panted. She had no idea what he was going to do and couldn’t believe it when she did see it.
Grinning to himself, the man aimed his softened prick down and proceeded to shoot a stream of piss at the woman’s tits. The woman cringed and stiffened, knowing she’d get a face full if she moved.
So repulsed and aroused, Becky came and kept rubbing through her orgasm. Digging for another.
“How’s that feel? Warming your titties? They seem to love it.” He’d spray one then the other. Each tit was drowning in piss. Then the stream slowed and died. He shook his cock to rid himself of the last drops and pulled up his pants. “Done.”
The woman rolled to her side in hopes of the piss leaving her body. She moved away and wiped her chest on the morning dew covered grass. She was making little huffing sounds of contempt. Obviously the man held something over her to cause her to tolerate this. She sat up and put her dress on over her head, sliding it down her body as she stood. John turned and walked away, she followed. Not a word said, eventually they were out of Becky’s sight. Realizing she was pushing her luck Becky sat up on her knees and began to pull her shorts up.
“Stop,” said a man’s deep voice. “Don’t you dare turn around or I’ll break your neck you fat fuck. Pull your shirt over your head to cover your eyes. Now get on all fours.”
Becky’s heart was racing as she pulled her shirt over her head, hiding her eyes. She was scared and strangely turned on.
“Playing with yourself in public. No one will fuck you, is that it? I am going to fuck you. Are you a virgin fatty?”
Becky nodded jerkily, embarrassed to tell the truth.
“Going to fuck you hard fatty. It’s probably going to burn.” Two large hands gripped her meaty waist. “Bet your tits hang like udders.” She felt him shift and then a tug on her bra. Her tits hung free, his hands kneading them. “Milk your titties. This bull is going to ride the dairy cow.” A finger slipped into her. “Like a cow chewing her cud. Your cunt drools over my finger. Drooling everywhere. You’re very wet. Got wet watching that couple fuck. Didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“If you get fucked will you get naked in public again?”
Becky didn’t know how to answer so she held still.
“Listen you fat fuck, I’ll do you once a month- but you’ll never see my face. You understand?”
Becky nodded, unable to believe her ears. She wanted to see so badly who was probing her pussy. Hoping it wasn’t someone she knew.
“You have a cell phone?” She nodded. “I’ll get your number and call you. Name the place and time.”
“Okay.”
“Time to get fucked.” He pushed his cock against her hole. Becky stiffened, it was much warmer than a cucumber. The man slid in easily. “Lying bitch. You’re no virgin. What’ve you been fucking?” He sounded angry, his thrusts seemed to back that up. “Tell me fatty, what have you been sticking in your cunt?”
“Uh. Cucumbers.”
“You’re supposed to eat them not fuck them,” he said as he watched her rolls of fat jiggle as he thrusted. “But if you don’t eat them- I guess you end up with no man to fuck you. Is that true?”
“I guess.”
“You like this fatty? Getting screwed in public? Maybe some fat guy’s around the corner is jerking off while he watches me riding the cow.”
That freaked Becky out. She had forgotten she was out in a public space in broad daylight.
“I’m not worried about getting caught. I can run fast. Notice there’s no big gut slapping into your fat ass.”
“You’re in shape," Becky said startled. She'd always expected if she did have sex it would be a fat guy. Or really ugly guy. She'd always worried about a fat guy, afraid that between the two of them that even a long cock wouldn't reach far enough from the fat.
“Excellent shape. I was on my morning run when I saw you playing with your pussy. I watched the entire time. Couldn’t believe it. Milk time.” He bent over her, she could feel that he was muscle and bone- big. “You like me milking your big udders?” Becky nodded. “Oh. So you like this?” He pinched her titties making her cry out. “I want you to be confused fatty. Maybe it’ll take your mind off food. Make you realize that there’s no substitute for cock. Enough talk. I gotta get to work soon. Sorry if it hurts.”
With that, he gritted his teeth, gripped her swollen hips and slammed into her. He’d never heard a wet flabby pussy smack against his hard body. For some warped reason he liked it. He thought he might just be as perversely conflicted as the girl he was fucking.
Pound, pound, pound and then he saw her back hunch and heard her gasp. “You came? You’re being forced to fuck and you came?” Becky was bewildered and thrilled. Another orgasm was building. “Fuck. Don’t worry, me coming in you won’t make you fatter. High in protein, low in calories. Feel it. Uhn! Uhn!” The jets of come greased her innards. “Shit!” He groaned as he jerked a few more times.
“Aw,” Becky said quietly as her second orgasm backed away and then disappeared.
“What’s your cell number fatty?”
Should I give him my number? Do I want to get laid again? Yes! She told him the number. He yanked his cock out and stood.
“Don’t move. Count to thirty and then you may get up. I might call you.” She heard him run off and quickly counted to thirty. She lept to her feet and peeked through the shrubs as she dressed. Far in the distance she saw a man running.
“Shit! Is that him?” He was far enough away she couldn’t see his face well, but there was no mistaking that his physique was ideal. Nicely muscled, big. Not someone you'd expect to be a runner. “Naw, that can’t be him.” She studied the royal blue jogging shorts and skin tight white tank top. “I wish.” Before she gave completely up that it was him, he approached a corner and turned to look back at her. She could see a smile and then he bolted out of sight.
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