Fat girl fucking
I’ve always had a thing for bigger girls. In my teens I kept my crushes secret from my friends, because nobody went for the girls I liked, the plumper, curvier girls at school. The slim, conventionally pretty girls were fine but I liked a girl who was thicker.
As I got older I got more confident about my love of voluptuous women. I lost my virginity to a curvier girl and most of my sexual partners were thick girls.
So when my editor asked me if I knew who Whitney Thore was, the answer was of course "yes". I’d liked her video and appreciated the confidence she had, I even watched some of her show. She was a little bigger than the normal girl I went for, but she was fun, cute and quite pretty.
Interviewing her was a big deal and it was arranged that I’d meet her at a dance class she was taking. This seemed cool but the day before I flew out it was dropped on me that I had to take part myself. This was not something I was happy about, most of my dancing is done in private or when I’m too drunk to care, dancing with other people, sober, was not my idea of fun. However, the boss felt it would be a good angle for the story.
I threw a pair of shorts and a vest into my bag, my only exercise clothes which I used to jog as part of my attempts to lose weight myself.
Telling my friends about the dancing part was met with howls of laughter and this echoed in my mind as I flew out to North Carolina to meet her. Due to a prior engagement I wasn’t getting any prep time with Thore and the lesson would be the first time I met her.
The following morning I caught a cab to the centre that hosted her lessons and nervously entered the building. Asking at reception I was told where to go and on arrival found four women waiting, all of them on the plumper side and all wearing exercise clothing.
"Hi, um, I’m here to for the Big Girl’s dance class?" I asked sheepishly.
"Well, y’all is in the right place!" Said a curvacious black woman with big, melon like breasts which strained against a spandex top.
"Um, okay, is Whitney here yet?" I tried to avoid ogling the bodies of the four voluptuous women around me, their workout clothes clinging to every curve of their bodies. I was in big girl lover heaven.
"She out the back, getting ready."
I thanked the black girl, let my eyes take one last glance at those barely contained breasts and headed the way she had indicated. I knocked on the door and received a "Yes?"
Misinterpreting this I pushed the door open and was confronted with a barely dressed reality star.
"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL?!" Whitney screeched but I didn’t react.
I was far too busy gawping at her half naked body, clearly getting changed, she was just in her underwear. A pair of pink, heart covered knickers were stretched across her large, wide arse and a matching bra kept her surprisingly small breasts covered. Between the two was a large white belly which I just wanted to kiss and squeeze.
"He-llo?!" She said in a sing song voice.
"I’m hear to cover you." I blurted. "Sorry, I mean, I’m the journalist covering the lesson."
"Chris, right?" She asked, smiling.
"Well it’s nice meeting you, Chris," before adding, with a giggle "You’re cuter in person!"
I blushed a little.
"So are you" I added without thinking.
"I did get the impression that you liked the view, but if you don’t mind stepping out so I can change? Or is this going to be a very in depth interview?"
"Oh, sorry. I’ll leave you to it." And with that I ducked out of the room.
* * * * *
A few minutes later my cheeks had just about stopped burning as Whitney emerged in tight leggings and an exercise top that clung snuggly to her curves. To me, she looked pretty damn good.
"I am so sorry, I thought when you said ’yes’ you meant come in, not asking a question." I was babbling a little, but she understood what I meant.
"It’s fine, sweetie." She said with a big smile. "Just a misunderstanding."
I smiled, hoping we could put this behind us.
"So, I thought I’d join you for a session and then we could go grab a bite after, then do the interview?"
"That sounds good. I’m always hungry after a good workout!" She nodded to the room she’d just left. "This is the only real changing room, so why don’t you hop in and change? I’ll talk to the girls and get stuff ready to go!"
With that she bounded off, I was impressed by the energy she had and the grace of her movements. Despite her size she bounced across the room and I watched that mammoth arse jiggle with every move.
Inside the changing room my mood took a turn. It had been a while since I’d last worn this stuff and since then I’d somehow shrunk them, or else I’d never noticed how snug they were. The waistline was fine, but the crotch was ridiculously tight and looking at myself in the mirror I was all too aware of the bulge in the front of my shorts.
The vest was a little too tight too, clinging to my beer belly and cut low enough to show a small patch of chest hair. My arms were far from toned and staring at myself I felt ugly and fat. I was petrified of embarrassing myself and imagined the girls laughing at me as I huffed and puffed my way through the session. I jogged, but this was a whole other thing. I was miles out of my comfort zone.
I couldn’t put it off anymore though and joined the session. As I walked out the girls were warming up, Whitney was stretching, bent forward her wide arse aimed right at me, it made for an appealing sight and I took the chance to enjoy it. Obviously the other girls noticed as there was quite a bit of giggling.
"Ladies, this is Chris." Whitney said straightening and turning to me. Her eyes dropped over my body, lingering on my crotch for a few seconds. "He’s gonna join us, so make sure you make him welcome. Chris, allow me to introduce the girls-"
She took my arm and lead me to each girl in turn, starting with the black girl I’d spoken to before.
"This is Tywanda." I smiled and found my eyes drawn, irresistibly, to Tywanda’s cleavage. Her large dark tits looked so inviting and I found myself picturing them free of the tight, restricting clothes.
"Nice to meet you."
Next was Ashley, a chubby blonde and the smallest of the group. She had rather large arse and a bit of a belly, but like Tywanda her major asset were her gigantic, heavy breasts. Maria was a hispanic girl with wide hips, small and rather perky tits, and a gorgeous arse that seemed to be crying out to be squeezed.
Last of the group was Gabrielle, who was easily the most attractive. She was taller than the others, and apart from Ashley the smallest. She had wide hips and a fat, juicy arse and while her tits were smaller than Tywanda’s she still boasted an impressive set and I used her chest tattoo as an excuse to take a longer look.
I would have felt guilty, but I was all too aware that as every girl was introduced they all took a long look at my crotch, and everyone appeared to like what they saw.
After this we started warming up, doing stretches and getting loosened up. The wall at the front was mirrored and this allowed me new angles to watch the girls. As we leant forward my eyes found Tywanda’s canyon like cleavage but then Whitney’s arse, a few feet in front of me stole my attention.
God, it was huge! I wondered if she could even fuck doggystyle due to how much it stuck out, and knew I wouldn’t mind testing it out to see if it was possible. I could imagine that when bare and infront of you that arse was even better and I yearned to squeeze, slap and kiss that fat arse.
The sound of my name woke me from my reverie. It was Whitney talking, I looked away from her arse to her reflected face. She was smiling at me, amused by my distraction and obvious perving.
"Sorry?" I managed.
"I was just asking if you were ready?"
"Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess."
"Awesome. Let’s start with me showing you the moves."
What followed was a long, difficult forty five minutes. There were two water breaks but aside from that it was all dancing.
Whitney would show us the steps, then we’d all try them and then again with music. Over and over. I was aware that it wasn’t long before I was sweating, red faced and breathless, but I kept going and it was actually kinda fun. I found myself laughing and smiling throughout and only part of that was watching the girls bounce and jiggle.
Throughout Whitney remained upbeat and cheerful, and her energy was incredible to behold. She got hot and sweaty but her passion for dance continued and she moved with the energy of a woman half her size.
I felt self conscious to begin with and feared I’d not keep up, but this passed although I did catch the girls looking at me frequently, the most awkward point came at the end when I just couldn’t get one move down. Whitney came behind me and reached her arms around me, guiding my body. With arms and even legs this was fine but when she had to show me how to wriggle my hips her hands were very close to my crotch and my cock got semi hard.
I’d thought she was cute before but after forty five minutes of dancing I wanted Whitney as badly as I’ve ever wanted anyone, and was it my imagination or was she smiling at me a lot?
The session ended and slightly out of breath I watched as the girls all said goodbye to Whitney and there were only the two of us left. As she approached she undid her ponytail letting her hair fall.
"Wow! That was knackering!"
"Tiring." I clarified, smiling. "Lots of fun though."
"You’re pretty good."
"Yeah?" I asked in surprise.
"Okay, maybe not" She laughed loudly and heartily and I joined in.
"Sorry." She said, smiling and flicking a stray hair out of her face.
"No, it’s fine, I kinda knew I wasn’t much of a dancer."
"But you tried, that’s the main thing. And you showed some impressive stamina."
"Oh, I can go all night." I chuckled, but it died as I realised how dirty that sounded. I looked at Whitney in a panic, but she just exploded with laughter.
"Yeah, that sounded dirty!"
I could feel myself blushing.
"Aww, now you’re embarrassed!"
"Yeah, just a bit."
"Do you want to take a shower?" Her big smile was infectious and made her look absolutely gorgeous.
"I do need one."
"We can’t all stay as fresh as a daisy like you Whitney!"
She smiled at this.
"There’s a shower in there, so why don’t you hop in and then I’ll go after." She offered.
"What about ladies first?"
"I have to sort some stuff out first, so go ahead."
"Okay, I’ll see you in a bit."
I re-entered the room and stripped off, the showers were a large communal affair with three heads on the walls. I hit the furthest away and allowed the warm water to rinse off the sweat from the workout. The water felt great and I stayed in long enough to feel totally refreshed.
The warmth and the memory of the jiggling flesh meant that soon my cock was stiffening and I stood there looking down at my throbbing erection, tempted to wank I decided not to as getting caught would be hugely embarrassing and unprofessional, I’d just have to wait until I got back to my hotel room this evening.
Finally I stepped out and started drying off, and by shifting my focus managed to get my cock softening. It was still semi-hard but now drooped, dangling between my legs. I was walking towards my stuff when the door burst open.
"PAYBACK TIME!" Whitney cried and froze, mouth open.
I was so stunned I didn’t even cover up for a few seconds, when I did my cock was a little harder and Whitney had already had a good, long look. Her eyes had gone wide and she’d bit her lip a little,
"What the hell?!" I managed as I finally covered myself with both hands.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry..." Whitney was blushing and giggling nervously. "I just- you caught me, so I-"
"And you thought, you’d shown yours, so you’d see mine?" I smiled.
"Well, yeah..." She answered, returning my smile.
I smiled back. I figured that she’d started this off, I may as well chance my arm. It’s not every day you could maybe seduce a television star.
"But the thing is, I only saw you in your underwear..." I began and then moved my hands, revealing my semi-hard, swinging cock. "But you’ve seen everything."
My cock is a decent length but nothing special, my major strength is that it’s always been extremely thick. The impressive girth has gotten good reviews so to speak, and so I wasn’t surprised that Whitney appeared to be enjoying the show.
"Yeah, I definitely got an eyeful!" She laughed.
I put my hands on my hips, letting her enjoy my exposed body.
"Well, I think it’s only fair that I see everything too. We’ll consider it a laid bare interview!"
She hesitated and I feared I’d pushed it too far, but it passed quickly and she stepped into the room, locking the door. When she turned back to me her eyes were filled with excitement and the unmistakable look of lustful hunger, and her smile was now even more wicked.
"Fair’s fair!" She shrugged and then peeled off the top, revealing her belly once more. The leggings went next, revealing a pair of damp, sweaty panties. The sports bra was tossed aside and despite not being massively endowed the sight of her small, rather perky tits caused my cock to stiffen in response. This didn’t go unnoticed and Whitney ran her hands across her chest, tweaking her nipples.
My breath sounded heavier in my ears and my cock throbbed now, fully hard. Her eyes were locked on it as her hands moved down to the waistband of her knickers. At this juncture she hesitated for the first time.
"It’s just...well...I wasn’t expecting any action, so I haven’t shaved for a bit, it’s kind of a mess down there?" The confidence that had impressed me so much was wavering, and I reassured her instantly.
"That’s not a problem, I quite like a bit of bush!"
This prompted some nervous giggling and a muttered "Perv!" but seemed to do the trick as she bent forward pulling the underwear down her thick thighs before letting them drop to the floor. When she straightened I was treated to Whitney’s body in all it’s glory.
Her small, pert tits sat high above her large, soft belly and beneath this was visible a small, curly mass of dark pubes in the v between her thighs. I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, but I was wrong and the old boy pulsed with desire at the sight of the voluptuous form before me.
"Fuck, you’re hot!" Was all I could manage and then I crossed the room, my lips finding hers as I kissed her deeply. My hands groped for her, one circling to grab a handful of her large, juicy arse, the other running up her belly to cup a breast.
She returned the kiss with intensity, her hands pulling me in, one grasping for my hard cock, stroking it slowly but firmly. I dropped my hand from her breast and ran it through the tangle of pubes until I reached her warm sex. I slipped a finger inside and found her cunt already wet and ready for me.
I didn’t need any more encouragement and pulled back. "How do you want to do this?" I whispered.
"Get on your back!" She commanded, and I was eager to comply.
Lying down looking up at her gorgeous, plump body was an amazing experience and she proceeded to stand over me and then lower herself into a squat. She gripped my cock in hand and guided it towards her wet, eager hole and lowered herself onto my shaft.
I let out a moan as her tight, moist cunt enveloped me and she slid down my rock hard shaft. She let out a whimpering moan and breathed heavily.
"Oh, fuck! You’re so damn big!"
Whitney then began fucking me. There’s no other way to put it, I just lay there as she bounced on my cock, enjoying the sight of her jiggling curves. The bouncing was fast and I gripped her hips to help her balance.
I could hear the wet noise of my cock pounding her cunt as she sped up, her juices running onto my balls, and her huge arse slapping onto my thighs. Every low meant my sticky balls slapped her full cheeks and splashed her juices onto her massive cheeks. I’d never been ridden so well.
"This...is...so...fucking...good!" She panted. "But...getting tired...can we switch?"
"Yeah, get on all fours!" She hopped off and got down on all fours, and I eagerly got behind that big fat arse that had distracted me so much during the session. It looked even better with her pussy juices splattered across it, and I couldn’t help but give it a hard slap followed by a squeeze. I’m not an arse man usually, but I couldn’t resist one that big! I gripped her hips and got behind her.
Alas, my thought earlier was right and she was far too big to fuck from behind, her arse just got in the way.
"Damnit!" I said, after several attempts. "Roll over!"
She rolled onto her back and I spread her legs, lifting them to guide my cock into her tight cunt. I lifted her legs higher and thrust in, balls deep. She squealed and then moaned loudly.
"Oh, fuck yeah! Right there."
I began fucking her with long hard strokes, withdrawing almost entirely before thrusting back in hard. Each was received with a moan or gasping curse.
"You’re fucking my G-spot!" She panted and I sped up, jackhammering into her pussy and feeling her juices splash onto my shaft and loving the sounds of our fucking, the wet, sticky squelch of her cunt as it welcomed me and her panting, trembling breaths.
"OOOOH! I’m gonna cum!" She almost wailed and I felt her body tremble, her cunt pulsed around my cock and I groaned in delight, her body quivered for a few moments, tensed as the pleasure coursed through her and then she relaxed.
"Jesus that was good!"
"My turn!" I pushed her legs higher and sped up my thrusts, it didn’t take long, just a few big pumps into that soaking pussy and my own orgasm built. "Ohhh, fuckk!"
I exploded inside her, my cock pulsing as it pumped what felt like a massive load of cum into her pussy, I held it there, waiting for it to subside and then pulled out, spent.
I slumped onto the floor next to her, both of us trying to catch our breath.
"That was fucking amazing!" She exclaimed, turning to smile at me.
"How long are you in town for?"
"Good, because I definitely want more of that cock!" She giggled, reaching over to squeeze my softening dick.
"Don’t forget I need to interview you at some point!"
"All in good time." She began stroking me and unbelievably my cock started to stiffen again...
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