George Orwell
2009-04-23 16:04:39 UTC
My name is Bobby Sanchez and I'm fat. Not just a little chubby,
fat - like a Thanksgiving pig. I've always had a self-image
problem. I don't think that I'm very pretty and I know that I'm
not comfortable in most social situations. Ever since I was in
kindergarten I've been fat. When I finally started high school,
things didn't change for me so I started drinking a lot. All
of a sudden I was popular because I was an easy lay for all the
boys when I got drunk.
I eventually got kicked out of school for bad grades, drinking
and screwing just about every male on campus. I was beginning
to think about trying some pussy when my parents signed me up
for the Army. They said it would be good for me, I'd lose
weight and make new friends. I've always thought they just
wanted to get rid of me. The Army made me lose some weight, not
much, but it firmed me up and I had to take showers every day
before working. Wearing clean clothes every day was a hassle
but I managed until they booted me for being fat.
I'd been out of the Army for quite a few years when I met Karen
and her friends. I'd vaguely known who they were because they
worked at the same dead-end place I did, just in a different
department. They worked up in the cube area and I worked right
outside it in a small office space with three other women and a
sadistic Hindu pervert who was always commenting on the size of
our butts. All of us women were fat and the AC didn't work so
well in that room, but the pervert smelled worse than we did.
As hard up as we might have been, there was no way he was
getting any pussy from us.
One day when I arrived at work and sat down at my desk, I found
an envelope waiting for me. My heart sank, I thought it was
another pink slip, but it wasn't. It said I was supposed to be
in the conference room at 10 AM. Still not convinced, I went to
the conference room at 10 and found several other girls already
seated and watching me as I walked in. I didn't say anything,
just nodded and found a seat. I was sweating profusely, and I
smell when I sweat.
A short time later this nicely dressed corporate bitch showed
up, introduced herself, and announced that we had been selected
for a special project based on our working proficiency. I knew
this was so much bullshit because she did it just like the Army
when they had a shit job to do and needed people. She said
nothing about the project except that we would not be working at
our usual jobs for about two weeks. Each day we would go to a
room in another part of the building and that we would start on
Monday. She had organized us into teams of two each and said
that we would be evaluated on our ability to work together and
get things done. I found myself teamed up on the project with
Karen. For some reason we hit it off right away and before I
knew what I'd agreed to, I was going camping with "the gang"
that weekend.
I live in Texas and the camp grounds was only a few miles away
from my house, but you could count on one hand the amount of
times I'd actually even been near it. Well, I was really nervous
about my upcoming trip with "the gang' not knowing how to act or
even what to wear. Being a 55-year-old introverted fat woman is
no fun, let me tell you. I spent the rest of the week worrying
about every little detail and imagining every little thing that
could go wrong and was just about to throw in the towel by
Friday.
But it turned out that I wanted to go more than I wanted to stay
safe. For some reason I was excited about this trip with Karen,
and I think I was even a little amped from the change in routine
at work.
Anyway, Saturday morning finally came and Karen and "the gang"
showed up at my house honking horns and making lots of noise
that had me racing out to meet them and trying to quiet them
down before the neighbors came out to see what all the fuss was
about.
Karen casually introduced everyone then we piled my stuff into
the back of the pickup truck and headed for the camp ground.
There were 5 of us that day, Brad, (who was driving the pickup)
Marcy his girlfriend, Tommy and Karen and myself. I immediately
started obsessing that I hadn't brought a guy of my own, not
that I knew any guys well enough to have invited any. That
wasn't really true. I knew lots of guys from the liquor store
parking lots, but they weren't the kind to hang around much once
they got what they wanted if you know what I mean.
But after reaching the camp ground and getting the tents set up,
then playing around with a water hose and slamming some beers, I
forgot that I was dateless. As a matter of fact I was enjoying
myself more because I was single than if I'd had a guy like
Marcy and Karen did. We got really drunk and when the sun began
going down, built a fire to cook steaks and hamburgers.
It turned out that there were many more guys at the camp sites
than girls and for whatever reason I was a hit with all the
single guys. I'd never had that much attention from guys before
and I even got friendly encouragement from Karen to "go for it"
when guys would prowl around our site.
It was about 8:30 p.m. and at least 6 too many beers later when
Karen started talking about leaving for home. For the first time
I noticed that Tommy had left the group and that Karen looked a
little miffed at my popularity. Apparently they'd had an
argument earlier and he'd stalked off. I certainly didn't want
to make an enemy of my new friend so I quickly agreed with her,
which seemed to please her.
I'd been flirting all afternoon and I'll have to admit that all
these boys making a fuss over me had really excited me. I guess
I was even somewhat aroused by all their manly attention. I know
that I had been fantasizing about several of them; wondering
what they'd be like sexually, and what they would look like
naked. Maybe they just wanted to gang-bang a drunk fat chick,
but I didn't care I was having fun.
Apparently my arousal had an obvious effect that I wasn't aware
of, because once we started out onto the highway Karen and I in
the back again, she said, "Looks like you've had some fun today,
" and she nodded at me, looking meaningfully at my crotch area.
At first I didn't understand what she meant, then I looked down
at my cutoffs and realized that I had a big wet spot right
between my legs. At first I was so embarrassed that I wanted to
die. I'd had lots of sex before anyway, but I'd masturbated many
times and knew how messy I could get. I also knew that I got
wetter than what was deemed "normal" but had never given it any
real thought before this moment.
My embarrassment turned to a rigid fright when Karen slid over
to me and began tugging at the snap on my cutoffs. I struggled
with her for a moment and she stopped and looked into my eyes as
if to say, 'what's the problem?' We stared at each other for a
moment longer then she reached out and slowly, with the palm of
her hand against my forehead, pushed me down into a lying
position onto the bed of the pickup.
Vaguely I saw Marcy looking through the back window of the cab
at us. Then I stiffened as I felt Karen tugging at the material
of my damp cutoffs. She wasn't trying to remove them any more,
but just to pull the moist material to one side so she could see
my pussy.
I was mortified, but at the same time I was excited and I really
didn't know how to respond. Nothing like this had ever happened
to me before, and I was kind of in shock. When Karen's fingers
started to rub against me down there I almost cried out. It felt
nice, very nice, but I was embarrassed and started to get up...
Karen stopped me from rising and gently pushed me back into a
lying position as she bent her face to my crotch. I stopped
breathing when I felt her tongue against my cunt lips. I
couldn't believe what was happening to me. I mean here we were,
driving down the highway in full view of anyone who looked our
way and Karen was giving me head for the world to see. It blew
my mind.
In a daze I looked up to see Marcy with her camera pointing out
the sliding window between the cab of the truck and us. She was
snapping pictures of Karen eating me! Again I started to
struggle, but Karen began to rub between my legs at the same
time kissing and licking at my clit. I couldn't fight her any
more and lay back to let her do whatever she wanted to me. It
felt so good, like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
I knew that Marcy was catching this all on film, but that just
made the whole thing more perverted and erotic. I orgasmed then
and I know that Karen must have gotten quite a shot of girl-come
right in her mouth, but to my surprise she didn't pull away in
disgust. She actually began to lap and suck at me even harder
and faster than before, making me come again and again.
I couldn't believe it. Here was this other woman, much slimmer
than me just lapping away at my pussy. I was overcome with lust
and rolled over on top of her while pulling her swimsuit bottoms
off. She spread her legs wide open and said, "eat me bitch!"
My tongue was in her hot wet hole so fast that she gasped and
pulled my head tight, grinding her crotch in my face. She
bucked her hips and rubbed pussy juice everywhere she could
touch. I was on my knees, big bare round ass up in the air just
lapping away at her delicious pussy. All of a sudden she came
and sprayed girl-come every where. I think some was pee but it
didn't matter, I just licked her dry and then collapsed next to
her.
We laid beside each other and watched the clouds passing by
overhead as the pickup turned off the highway and onto the
arterial road that led into my neighborhood.
By the time we reached my house we'd recovered and I was sitting
up looking into Karen's eyes and she stared back at me silently.
As I climbed out of the truck and was retrieving my stuff, Karen
said gaily, "So, what about it? Next Saturday, same time same
place?"
I looked at Brad and Marcy who were watching us, then back to
Karen, and answered, "Sure, why not...
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fat - like a Thanksgiving pig. I've always had a self-image
problem. I don't think that I'm very pretty and I know that I'm
not comfortable in most social situations. Ever since I was in
kindergarten I've been fat. When I finally started high school,
things didn't change for me so I started drinking a lot. All
of a sudden I was popular because I was an easy lay for all the
boys when I got drunk.
I eventually got kicked out of school for bad grades, drinking
and screwing just about every male on campus. I was beginning
to think about trying some pussy when my parents signed me up
for the Army. They said it would be good for me, I'd lose
weight and make new friends. I've always thought they just
wanted to get rid of me. The Army made me lose some weight, not
much, but it firmed me up and I had to take showers every day
before working. Wearing clean clothes every day was a hassle
but I managed until they booted me for being fat.
I'd been out of the Army for quite a few years when I met Karen
and her friends. I'd vaguely known who they were because they
worked at the same dead-end place I did, just in a different
department. They worked up in the cube area and I worked right
outside it in a small office space with three other women and a
sadistic Hindu pervert who was always commenting on the size of
our butts. All of us women were fat and the AC didn't work so
well in that room, but the pervert smelled worse than we did.
As hard up as we might have been, there was no way he was
getting any pussy from us.
One day when I arrived at work and sat down at my desk, I found
an envelope waiting for me. My heart sank, I thought it was
another pink slip, but it wasn't. It said I was supposed to be
in the conference room at 10 AM. Still not convinced, I went to
the conference room at 10 and found several other girls already
seated and watching me as I walked in. I didn't say anything,
just nodded and found a seat. I was sweating profusely, and I
smell when I sweat.
A short time later this nicely dressed corporate bitch showed
up, introduced herself, and announced that we had been selected
for a special project based on our working proficiency. I knew
this was so much bullshit because she did it just like the Army
when they had a shit job to do and needed people. She said
nothing about the project except that we would not be working at
our usual jobs for about two weeks. Each day we would go to a
room in another part of the building and that we would start on
Monday. She had organized us into teams of two each and said
that we would be evaluated on our ability to work together and
get things done. I found myself teamed up on the project with
Karen. For some reason we hit it off right away and before I
knew what I'd agreed to, I was going camping with "the gang"
that weekend.
I live in Texas and the camp grounds was only a few miles away
from my house, but you could count on one hand the amount of
times I'd actually even been near it. Well, I was really nervous
about my upcoming trip with "the gang' not knowing how to act or
even what to wear. Being a 55-year-old introverted fat woman is
no fun, let me tell you. I spent the rest of the week worrying
about every little detail and imagining every little thing that
could go wrong and was just about to throw in the towel by
Friday.
But it turned out that I wanted to go more than I wanted to stay
safe. For some reason I was excited about this trip with Karen,
and I think I was even a little amped from the change in routine
at work.
Anyway, Saturday morning finally came and Karen and "the gang"
showed up at my house honking horns and making lots of noise
that had me racing out to meet them and trying to quiet them
down before the neighbors came out to see what all the fuss was
about.
Karen casually introduced everyone then we piled my stuff into
the back of the pickup truck and headed for the camp ground.
There were 5 of us that day, Brad, (who was driving the pickup)
Marcy his girlfriend, Tommy and Karen and myself. I immediately
started obsessing that I hadn't brought a guy of my own, not
that I knew any guys well enough to have invited any. That
wasn't really true. I knew lots of guys from the liquor store
parking lots, but they weren't the kind to hang around much once
they got what they wanted if you know what I mean.
But after reaching the camp ground and getting the tents set up,
then playing around with a water hose and slamming some beers, I
forgot that I was dateless. As a matter of fact I was enjoying
myself more because I was single than if I'd had a guy like
Marcy and Karen did. We got really drunk and when the sun began
going down, built a fire to cook steaks and hamburgers.
It turned out that there were many more guys at the camp sites
than girls and for whatever reason I was a hit with all the
single guys. I'd never had that much attention from guys before
and I even got friendly encouragement from Karen to "go for it"
when guys would prowl around our site.
It was about 8:30 p.m. and at least 6 too many beers later when
Karen started talking about leaving for home. For the first time
I noticed that Tommy had left the group and that Karen looked a
little miffed at my popularity. Apparently they'd had an
argument earlier and he'd stalked off. I certainly didn't want
to make an enemy of my new friend so I quickly agreed with her,
which seemed to please her.
I'd been flirting all afternoon and I'll have to admit that all
these boys making a fuss over me had really excited me. I guess
I was even somewhat aroused by all their manly attention. I know
that I had been fantasizing about several of them; wondering
what they'd be like sexually, and what they would look like
naked. Maybe they just wanted to gang-bang a drunk fat chick,
but I didn't care I was having fun.
Apparently my arousal had an obvious effect that I wasn't aware
of, because once we started out onto the highway Karen and I in
the back again, she said, "Looks like you've had some fun today,
" and she nodded at me, looking meaningfully at my crotch area.
At first I didn't understand what she meant, then I looked down
at my cutoffs and realized that I had a big wet spot right
between my legs. At first I was so embarrassed that I wanted to
die. I'd had lots of sex before anyway, but I'd masturbated many
times and knew how messy I could get. I also knew that I got
wetter than what was deemed "normal" but had never given it any
real thought before this moment.
My embarrassment turned to a rigid fright when Karen slid over
to me and began tugging at the snap on my cutoffs. I struggled
with her for a moment and she stopped and looked into my eyes as
if to say, 'what's the problem?' We stared at each other for a
moment longer then she reached out and slowly, with the palm of
her hand against my forehead, pushed me down into a lying
position onto the bed of the pickup.
Vaguely I saw Marcy looking through the back window of the cab
at us. Then I stiffened as I felt Karen tugging at the material
of my damp cutoffs. She wasn't trying to remove them any more,
but just to pull the moist material to one side so she could see
my pussy.
I was mortified, but at the same time I was excited and I really
didn't know how to respond. Nothing like this had ever happened
to me before, and I was kind of in shock. When Karen's fingers
started to rub against me down there I almost cried out. It felt
nice, very nice, but I was embarrassed and started to get up...
Karen stopped me from rising and gently pushed me back into a
lying position as she bent her face to my crotch. I stopped
breathing when I felt her tongue against my cunt lips. I
couldn't believe what was happening to me. I mean here we were,
driving down the highway in full view of anyone who looked our
way and Karen was giving me head for the world to see. It blew
my mind.
In a daze I looked up to see Marcy with her camera pointing out
the sliding window between the cab of the truck and us. She was
snapping pictures of Karen eating me! Again I started to
struggle, but Karen began to rub between my legs at the same
time kissing and licking at my clit. I couldn't fight her any
more and lay back to let her do whatever she wanted to me. It
felt so good, like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
I knew that Marcy was catching this all on film, but that just
made the whole thing more perverted and erotic. I orgasmed then
and I know that Karen must have gotten quite a shot of girl-come
right in her mouth, but to my surprise she didn't pull away in
disgust. She actually began to lap and suck at me even harder
and faster than before, making me come again and again.
I couldn't believe it. Here was this other woman, much slimmer
than me just lapping away at my pussy. I was overcome with lust
and rolled over on top of her while pulling her swimsuit bottoms
off. She spread her legs wide open and said, "eat me bitch!"
My tongue was in her hot wet hole so fast that she gasped and
pulled my head tight, grinding her crotch in my face. She
bucked her hips and rubbed pussy juice everywhere she could
touch. I was on my knees, big bare round ass up in the air just
lapping away at her delicious pussy. All of a sudden she came
and sprayed girl-come every where. I think some was pee but it
didn't matter, I just licked her dry and then collapsed next to
her.
We laid beside each other and watched the clouds passing by
overhead as the pickup turned off the highway and onto the
arterial road that led into my neighborhood.
By the time we reached my house we'd recovered and I was sitting
up looking into Karen's eyes and she stared back at me silently.
As I climbed out of the truck and was retrieving my stuff, Karen
said gaily, "So, what about it? Next Saturday, same time same
place?"
I looked at Brad and Marcy who were watching us, then back to
Karen, and answered, "Sure, why not...
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