Chapter 1 - the first time

Stumbling into my house, I led him straight to my sofa, knowing our desire was too urgent to make it all the way to the bedroom. I noticed that the blinds were still open, but was too caught up to care. All night, his hand had been on my ass and his eyes lusting hungrily at my cleavage. My hand had spent much of the evening on his inner thigh, and I had realized early in our dinner that I actually craved him more than the decadent Alfredo dish I had just ordered.

Our meal was a long and torturous foreplay, and the short drive back to my house felt like it took hours. Mixed up in my sexual desire was a bit of apprehension though. I had dressed quite strategically, and I was certain he was expecting a much different view beneath my dress. My dress had fit snugly in all the right places at the beginning of the evening, but was now straining against a belly that had cleared both of our plates. I wondered what reaction he would have when I peeled the dress off.. shock? Disgust? Horror? I was about to find out, far too turned on to back out of it now.

Our lips stayed locked together as I pinned him down to the sofa and straddled his lap. I felt so heavy on top of him- was he alarmed by the sheer weight sitting on his thighs? If so, it didn't deter him from instantly ripping off my dress, or letting me show off how I can undo his fly with just my teeth.

When I took off my tight, restrictive bra, his eyes widened at the size of my unencumbered chest. His hands flew to them immediately, greedily squeezing and smashing my inflated boobs together. He grabbed as much as he could in each hand, lifted their mass and marveled as they bounced eagerly back up to him.

His enthusiasm quickly turned to apprehension, though, as I laid my hands on top of his and slid them further down my body, settling them on the chunkiest parts of my lovehandles.

I felt him tense with reluctance, but when I pressed our fingers down into the supple chub of my hips, his body immediately relaxed. I pushed our hands deeper into my flesh and rocked my pelvis against his, letting him feel the sensuous jiggle it created. At this, he let out a groan of satisfaction that quickly morphed into a gasp of pleasure. I allowed him inside, and with every inch he came in deeper, I pressed our hands even deeper into my new fatty softness.

I continued to grind into him slowly, but I gradually worked our hands onto my bloated tummy. I knew I had to ease him in, so I let us linger on the sides of my belly as it bumped against his own well-earned beer gut. My six months of reckless indulgence felt so soft and swishy against the rock hard lifetime of beer drinking that protruded from his abdomen.

His breathing remained deep and peppered with grunts and sighs of satisfaction, so I led our hands down to my underbelly- taking the longest route possible so he could really absorb its size.

When we reached beneath it, I felt his body tense again, as if his hands had entered a place he had long been taught to avoid. Like for his entire life, he was taught not to speak of, let alone touch, the embarrassing fat parts that women were ashamed of. Nor was he certain he wanted to know what it felt like to hold a pile of jiggling fat.. or know exactly how much lard was on this fat girl he was fucking. I could sense his internal conflict- his mind telling him he shouldn't, but his body screaming for another rush of pleasure.

I slammed our hands as deep into my tummy as I could, making sure my pudge filled into the spaces between his fingers. I heaved as much of my weight as I could into our grasp, and shook my porky belly violently, increasing the speed of my hips to match. He made a throaty sound like a wild animal... and gave in, greedily grabbing and squeezing handfuls of my pudgy body, experimenting with how it shook and jiggled.

Eventually, I returned my hands over his, freezing them in place while I thrusted the entire weight of my body against his chest. I slid back in just the right way to land the plush globes of my ass cheeks right into his palms. I could feel his pulse race as the sheer weight of ponderous butt crashed down in his arms.

When I asked him in a breathy, pleading voice to spank me, he wasted no time giving my fat ass a hard smack. And then another. The rippling undulation this set off across our bodies was so intensely satisfying that the climax was eminent, the sensation far too powerful to last very long. For a few moments we allowed ourselves to get entirely swept away in this sea of undiscovered sensations and deep, primal satisfaction. Everything felt new, every touch felt heightened, every thrust felt like an indulgent guilty pleasure. The explosive culmination left us both dazed and dizzy, bathing in the deeply luxurious afterglow.