Pounds

Literotic asexstories – Pounds by JimBob44,JimBob44
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Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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“That felt good, didn’t it? Vincent Davis smiled as Mya Baker waddled away from the table, bringing her banana peel to the garbage can.

The five foot, four inch brunette paused and stared at the handsome supervisor. She looked back over her shoulder at the two Administrative Assistants she’d been sitting with. Then Mya looked at Vince and smiled. She let a happy giggle escape.

Hey Mya, want to split this muffin with me?” Sandy had asked.

The oversized muffin was a chocolate chip muffin with a cream cheese frosting. The name ‘muffin’ might make the treat sound healthy, but Mya knew there was very little that was healthy or health-conscious about the muffin.

Tearing her eyes from the scrumptious and decadent treat, Mya had looked at Sandy and said, “No. No, thank you.”

“Hmm? Oh. Okay, Linda? You split it with me?” Sandy had said to the other girl sharing their table.

“Yes sir, Mr. Davis,” Mya happily agreed. “That did feel good.”

“I think I’m going to be all right,” Mya thought as she wedged her two hundred and one pounds behind her desk. “I think I’m going to be aaallll right.”

At lunch time, Mya happily pulled her large Tupperware container from the refrigerator and chomped her way through the mixed greens salad with broiled cubed skinless boneless breast of chicken and real bacon bits. Linda offered to share her cheesy bites and again, Mya politely declined.

“Yes ma’am. I am going to be all right,” Mya congratulated herself as she finished her lunch hour by stepping outside into the oppressive heat and walking the perimeter of the Oakleaf County Sewage Treatment Facility.

At four fifteen that afternoon, Mya had a cup of coffee and an apple. The farmer’s market in Great Oak, Texas had some of the absolute best Fuji apples she’d ever found so every Saturday, she went and bought a half dozen of the crisp, sweet apples and two bunches of still slightly green bananas. She then wandered the aisles, carefully scrutinizing everything, looking for healthy foods, healthier alternatives to everyday staples.

After work, Mya lumbered up the stairs to her third floor apartment. She prepared herself a simple, sensible supper then slowly ate her supper. Every bite she took, she put her fork down and chewed her food slowly, methodically. After every third or fourth bite, she took a sip of unsweetened iced tea.

“Now comes the fun part,” Mya sardonically commented out loud as she dried her plate and glass.

Stepping into the bathroom, harsh light on, Mya stripped out of that day’s clothing. She watched every movement, seeing her double chin waddling as she removed blouse and industrial strength plain white bra, which allowed her E-cup breasts to flop onto her belly. Mya paused for a moment, looking at the light brown half-dollar sized areolae and fat nipples. She put her small hands underneath the heavy orbs and lifted them. A tight smile creased her pretty face as she playfully wobbled her large breasts at her reflection.

Then she allowed the heavy lumps of flesh to flop onto her distended belly again. The tunnel of a navel was deep and side and Mya forced herself to look at her belly as she undid the snap for her pleated navy blue skirt.

Her panty hose came into sight as she allowed the skirt to drop to the floor. Mya smirked at the ‘Control Top’ hosiery. The control had gone long ago; now it was just ‘smush top’ pantyhose.

Wiggling and waggling, Mya forced the hosiery down her chubby thighs, revealing her plain white bikini briefs. Then Mya wiggled the panties down, exposing her plump pubic mound. The deep furrow of her slit bisected the pronounced pubic mound and Mya decided she really liked the look of her crotch with no thick profusion of unruly brown hairs covering it.

“And…” Mya thought, turning to look at her humongous buttocks in the unforgiving mirror.

Moving her calf length brown hair aside, Mya sighed at the sight of her large buttocks and the ‘cottage-cheese’ thighs her mirror showed her. She allowed the curtain of long straight hair to again obscure her sight of her unsightly rear and snapped off the overhead light.

Urging her bulk from the bathroom, Mya entered her bedroom. She turned on the harsh overhead light and stood, nude, in front of her full-length free standing mirror. Her grandmother had gifted the mirror to Mya; the mirror had belong to her grandmother’s grandmother. The frame was a deep polished wood with beautiful, intricate carvings of vines and flowers and butterflies and birds along the perimeter of the faded mirror. Faded or not, the mirror did not lie; the mirror showed a fat woman with rolls of flab, rolls of pasty white flesh.

“I’m going to be all right,” Mya encouraged herself, looking at her bloated form in the mirror. “Hear me? I’m going to be all right.”

Silksations, a small lingerie shop on Amhurst had a Plus Sized section. On a whim, Mya had taken her three-year employment bonus and had gone into the intimate apparel shop. The two teenaged clerks had smirked and snickered and made comments under their breath as Mya looked through the ‘Plus-Size’ selection available. Bringing the items to the counter, Mya pointedly asked the girls, if they did not want larger women frequenting their shop, then why did they have a plus-sized section?

“Ma’am? Miss?” the prettier of the two sales associates called out as Mya reached the door of the store.

“Yes?” Mya asked, bag in hand.

“Ma’am, I apologize. That was extremely rude of me and I am sorry,” the girl said, pale features obscured by her heavy blush. “Thank you and please come again.”

Now, reaching into her closet, Mya pulled the bag from the top shelf and dumped the four outfits onto the bed. She selected a bright red baby doll with matching crotchless panties and slid the sensuous outfit on. Turning again, Mya looked at her reflection and felt a small shiver ripple through her frame. In the skimpy garment, she looked…sexy. Bloated, misshapen, but somehow sexy.

She scooped the other outfits back into the bag and put the bag onto the top shelf again. Then she lumbered to her bed and sat on the edge. Rifling through her bottom drawer of her nightstand, Mya found ‘Big Ben’ and pulled the thick dong out. Mya could feel her excitement beginning to drool from her bald slit. She knew her inner lips were beginning to swell and flower open as she gripped the powerful vibrator in her hand.

“Mm hmm,” Mya moaned as she switched the humming, buzzing toy to medium setting.

Lying back on the bed, Mya spread her legs and began running the phallus up and down her wet slit. She thrust the vibrator into herself and shuddered. Pressing the shaft upward, Mya brought the instrument against her fat clitoris.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Mya rocked forward, resting the base against the fluffy comforter of her bed.

“Aieegh, I, oh, ack!” Mya screamed out in orgasm.

Mya fucked herself to a second grunting and thrashing orgasm, then wiggled the panties down and off. Holding Big Ben in place, Mya reached over and found the tube of lubricant. Swiveling to her right, Mya hurriedly unzipped Durwood ‘Woody’ White’s crotch.

Woody White was the current first string quarterback for the Connelly Cougars and set many female fans’ hearts fluttering when he took off his helmet and smiled into the television cameras on game day. His bright blue eyes seemed to focus on the faces of his admirers and his lopsided grin seemed to be just for the women watching him, watching his every move. Mya could not be bothered to follow football, had no idea what the current ranking of Connelly College might be, but religiously watched every game to see the handsome blond haired, blue eyed man on the screen.

So, as she was thumbing absently through the rear of her May issue of Your Desires Magazine and came across the quarter page advertisement for Alana’s Playtime, Mya stopped and read the advertisement.

“And shipping is…” Mya deduced.

She ordered a Raggedy Boy with the Buzzy Buzz vibrating phallus. When it came in, she put a Medium sized number 19 Connelly Cougars ‘White’ jersey on the oversized Raggedy Andy doll.

Now, reaching over to where the Raggedy Boy rested atop her bed, Mya pulled Woody into position. Unzipping Woody’s crotch, Mya worked Woody’s fat eight inch dong out and locked it into the second position of the three angled settings. Then, Big Ben still whirring happily in her pussy, Mya greased Woody’s cock with gel.

Reaching down to the doll’s left foot, where the controls were mounted, Mya turned the Raggedy Boy’s Buzzy Buzz on and set it for intermittent bursts at medium speed. Leaning forward, Mya kept Big Ben in place as she swiveled her heavy left leg up and over.

“Oh! Oh, God, go, go slow Woody,” Mya grunted as she wiggled backward.

Woody’s impressive dong pressed against Mya’s tightly clenched anus. Silently she cursed herself; she loved that moment, that first stab of the thick cock forcing itself into her rectum. But, for whatever reason, Mya’s first instinct was always to fight against that penetration. She always clenched her anus tightly when she felt the instrument pressing against her rosebud.

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“Hi Jesse,” Tina Lavell simpered as the blandly handsome young man stood at their table.

“Hey Tina,” Jesse said, giving the girl a small nod of his blond head. “Uh, hey, uh Mya?”

“Hmm?” Mya asked, looking up from her Biology textbook. “Hey Jesse.”

“Hey, uh, after school? You uh, you wouldn’t want go get a snow cone huh?” Jesse invited.

“Snow cones? Oh, I just love snow cones,” Tina gushed.

“I uh, yeah, yeah, okay sure; meet you by the gym?” Mya stammered.

Tina huffed and did not speak to Mya for the rest of their lunch period. Mya watched the cute boy swagger back to the table where his friends sat, watching Jesse’s every move. Then she returned her attention to her Biology textbook. The lunch buzzer sounded just as she finished eating.

“Paulette said you like the Moody Blues?” Jesse stammered that afternoon.

“Yeah; my mom had this album, she had the vinyl, um, Days of Future Passed,” Mya agreed as she slurped the last of her bubble gum snow cone.

“No kidding? That’s the one I got,” Jesse said. “Oh, oh, I also got Long Distance Voyager; ever heard that one?”

“No; it any good?” Mya asked, then showed Jesse that her tongue was now a deep blue in color.

“Ah!” Jesse smiled, showing Mya his own vibrant green spearmint tinged tongue.

Walking from the Sweet Oak Sno-Cone stand to his trailer, Jesse braved putting his arm around Mya’s slim waist. Mya smiled and put her slender arm around Jesse’s waist.

Entering the trailer, Jesse turned on the stereo in the living room, then thumbed through the vinyl LPs in the cabinet underneath the turntable.

“Thought my mom was the only one had one of these,” Mya smiled, indicating the turntable.

“Yeah, believe it or not, this was my dad’s when he was in high school,” Jesse said. “When he and my mom split up, he didn’t have any room for it so just left it here. You take care of these? They’ll last forever.”

Sitting on the floor, Jesse put his arm around Mya’s waist. Smiling, the girl turned and pressed her lips to his. He opened his mouth and the two eighteen year olds kissed passionately.

“Mm,” Mya moaned as Jesse reached up and fondled her 29B breasts.

Just before leaving the school, Mya had ducked into the girls’ restroom and wiggled out of her lacy bra then stuffed the garment into her purse. Her breasts were barely a handful, but her half-dollar sized areolae and nipples were very sensitive.

“Mm,” Mya moaned her approval as Jesse fondled and squeezed her breasts through her blouse.

“Mm hmm, yyeess,” Jesse hissed as Mya reached down and fondled his cock through his blue jeans.

“Thank God for that stupid magazine,” Mya thought, thinking of the ‘Rub’ Magazine Tina had snuck out of her older brother’s room.

Giggling and gasping, Mya and Tina had looked at the pictures of sleazy looking women pantomiming masturbation; on themselves or on other women. Then, they carefully read each word of each article.

“Sucking cock one oh one,” Mya read out loud, then read each word on how to give the perfect blow job.

At five feet, four inches and weighing one hundred and twelve pounds, Mya was fairly limber. She managed to bend at the waist and engulf Jesse’s rock hard five inches with no trouble. It did seem, though, just two bobs of her head and Jesse’s sperm was filling her mouth.

The music continued playing as the two teenagers got naked. Mya was slightly self-conscious about the thin scrub of brown hair between her legs; Tina sported a thick, luscious thatch of black hair between her wide hips. Noreen O’Donnell had a cute triangle of straw colored curls between her legs. And Heidi Balstrom had a delicious looking bald mound between her womanly hips. Supposed Jesse didn’t think Mya’s pussy was cute?

“Of course, Paulette’s got that big brown bush, even though she swears she’s a blonde,” Mya thought as she reclined on the uncomfortable yellow-green shag carpet.

She spread her legs and Jesse mounted her. Mya winced; he’d jammed himself into her, tearing her hymen. And, even though he’d blown a load of sperm into her mouth just a moment ago, Jesse pounded into Mya for all of a minute before stiffening and blasting his semen into her pussy.

He got them each a soda and they continued listening to the music. Mya realized that it had taken less than one song for her to suck her first cock and fuck her first boy. It had taken less than five minutes for Mya to lose her virginity.

“Thank God it’s a safe time for me,” Mya realized as she felt his sperm and her virginal blood dribbling from her pussy.

Flipping the album over, Jesse asked Mya to get on her knees. He slid his hard cock into her pussy from behind and Mya grunted; this position felt good. In the position, she could feel his slim cock rubbing along her vaginal walls, feel the flared head of his cock rubbing deliciously in and out.

But, Jesse was finished long before Mya was ready.

He held her in that position, his paw on the small of her back. Then, she heard him spit and then she felt the globule of spittle strike her anus.

Waves of white-hot pain seared through her clenched anus as Jesse jammed his cock into her rectum. Mya screamed out as Jesse savagely thrust forward, burying his five inches into her bowels.

Jesse held Mya in place, his hands gripping her bony hips as he roughly sodomized her. Mya could feel his cock battering into her guts, rasping along her rectal walls as he fucked her with a frenzy.

The searing, clawing pain began to give way to a curious warmth within her guts. Mya gasped and gurgled as an odd pleasure began to escalate inside of her.

“Fuck yeah; I mean, shit, that pussy is tight, but shit! Shit, that ass, damn girl, you got the butt for ass-fucking,” Jesse praised as he pulled his slimy cock from her raw bowels.

“Fuck!” Mya complained then reached between her legs and rubbed herself to orgasm.

While she rubbed her fat little clitoris, Mya could feel Jesse’s semen oozing, dribbling from her stretched anus. She could feel the slimy spunk dripping along her splayed pussy lips. Climaxing, she slumped forward on the carpeted floor. There was no padding, no insulation underneath the carpet; Mya could feel the plywood flooring underneath her prone body.

With a grunt, Mya rolled onto her back. Jesse returned from his bathroom, stroking his freshly cleaned cock. He stroked himself to full erection and continued to stroke himself. Then he knelt on the floor next to Mya’s head and aimed his spurting cock at her face. Mya looked on in shock as he coated her pretty face with his semen.

In his bathroom, Mya felt the tears of shame begin. He had treated her like a slut. He had fucked her, no thought to her pleasure, then in a final act of humiliation, he had spurted his disgusting semen onto her face, like she was nothing but a whore.

“Uh? Because you acted like you are nothing but a whore,” Mya reminded herself, flushing the commode.

He was not in the living room, and Mya did not see him in the kitchen. As a few tears trickled down her face, Mya dressed then let herself out of the trailer.

The afternoon had been humiliating and demeaning enough. But returning to school the next day, Mya found out that Jesse Watkins had a big mouth. The boy had bragged to everyone that he had fucked Mya Baker. In third period Physical Education class, as the girls changed out of their regular clothes into their Lloyd M. Bentsen tee shirts and gray polyester shorts, Tina confronted Mya about the rumors. Mya knew that a denial would do no good; everyone already believed she had let Jesse fuck her.

“Yeah, I guess,” Mya shrugged. “Um, I mean, I think we did.”

“You think?” Heidi had giggled, pretty blue eyes twinkling. “You mean, you not sure?”

“Well, I mean, he lay on top of me and rubbed himself on me for about a second or two,” Mya said, sounding doubtful. “Then it was all over. But, um, isn’t it supposed to hurt when you lose your virginity?”

“Fuck! I know it hurt like a mother fucker when Eddie popped my cherry,” Tanisha Brown agreed. “Good think I put that towel down, know what I’m saying?”

“Eddie? Eddie Pecorara?” Tina verified.

“Uh? There any other Eddie I’d be doing it with?” Tanisha demanded.

“I kind of felt it, you know, when he tried to put it up my butt,” Mya continued her scathing narration of Jesse’s shortcomings. “He tried for like a second, then I felt this nasty stuff, like he’d spit on my butt crack or something.”

“Called sperm,” Heidi informed Mya.

“You sure? I mean, there wasn’t a whole bunch of it,” Mya said.

By lunch time, Jesse found himself being reduced in stature; he’d gone from the boy that had fucked the very pretty Mya Baker to the boy all the girls were pointing at and tittering. One or two even let him see them holding thumb and forefinger roughly an inch apart then laughing at him. Many of the boys were also smirking at him.

“What the fuck you tell everyone?” Jesse hissed angrily at Mya, standing next to her table in the cafeteria at lunchtime.

“The truth,” Mya smiled sweetly, stuffing the Hungarian goulash into her mouth.

“Then what the fuck everyone laughing at?” Jesse snarled.

“The truth,” Mya laughed.

She became semi-popular with the boys. But very soon, Mya found out that all of the boys expected sex. Most of them didn’t even bother to take her to a movie, or to dinner. They would just find a flat surface and expect pussy. Mya sought solace in food. Two Bully Burgers didn’t grab a handful of her long hair and force her mouth onto their sweaty cocks. A large Holland’s Hand Cranked Ice Cream butterscotch sundae did not call her a stupid prick teasing cunt when it was her time of the month.

But that first time with a boy had shown Mya that she did like sex. She liked sucking cock. She liked vaginal sex. And she especially liked anal sex. Over time, she graduated from thrusting two or three slim fingers into herself to working a thick candle into her rectum. And a big bag of brownie bites didn’t make her feel ashamed for enjoying anal sex. Three or four Kit-Kat candy bars didn’t make her feel ashamed of masturbating.

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Slowly, Woody’s thrumming, throbbing cock pushed into Mya’s rectum. Mya gasped and groaned as Woody pressed, inch after inch into her bowels. Woody stretched her anus, stretched her rectum as he forced himself into her willing ass.

“God, God damned yes!” Mya cried out in orgasm as the buzzing instrument rubbed deliciously along her struggling rectal walls.

Wiggling and pushing Woody fully into her bowels, Mya ground her teeth against the exquisite pleasure of having both pussy and ass fully stretched around two fat cocks.

“God yes, God damned yes,” Mya grunted, thrusting and bucking, bringing herself closer and closer to her next orgasm.

“Ack, shit, I, I, yes! Aieegh!” Mya screamed in pleasure.

Finally satiated, Mya weakly switched Woody’s cock ‘off.’ She then dismounted the Raggedy Boy. Working Big Ben from her stretched, sloppy pussy, Mya lay down face first on her fluffy comforter.

After resting for a few moments, Mya rose and wobbled to the bathroom. Fetching a washcloth, Mya cleaned Big Ben. Returning to the bedroom, Mya cleaned Woody, then unlocked his cock and tucked his beautiful phallus away.

Mya turned her television on and pulled up ‘Nighttime Yoga’ and paused it so she could remove the babydoll nightie and pull on her long tee shirt. Then she glanced in the mirror at her sexy reflection and decided against changing. Pulling on the scrap of panties, Mya began her nighttime yoga routine.

That first month, thirty days after telling Sandy ‘no’ when Sandy had asked Mya if she would split a muffin, Mya dropped seventeen pounds. Thirty one days after that momentous day, Pedro Menendez, one of the field managers stopped Mya in the hallway and asked her if she had done something different with her hair.

“My hair? No, no, I’ve always worn it like this,” Mya smiled at the handsome muscled Latino laborer.

“Just, just, you look different,” Pedro mused, walking away.

Turning around, Mya saw Pedro checking out her backside. The man gave a sheepish grin and blush at being caught. He gave a shrug before walking away. Mya felt buoyant ad she marched on to the lunch room.

Five months into her diet and exercise regiment, Mya hit a bit of a plateau. It seemed, no matter what she did, she would remain at one hundred and forty six pounds. One hundred and forty six pounds was good; it was great when compared to her original starting point but Mya wanted more.

“Need to shock your system,” Coretta Adams, the CEO of the Oakleaf County Sewage Treatment Facility advised.

“Shock?” Mya asked.

“When’s the last time you had a sundae? Or a big greasy nasty Bully Burger?” Coretta Adams asked.

“A… God, been like forever,” Mya admitted.

“Have one. One,” Coretta said, holding up one elegantly manicured finger to emphasize her point. “Then get right back on your diet tomorrow. What happens is you wake your metabolism up. You’ll burn up the calories in no time and will continue to burn them.”

“Burger or sundae,” Mya asked herself as she walked along the hallway.

“And the French fries,” Mya said, pulling into the parking lot of the old shack that housed the Oakleaf, Texas landmark called Bully Burger.

The Black and Blue Bully and the shoestring French fries did jolt her metabolism. After an evening of not feeling very well, perched on the porcelain throne, Mya crested the plateau and again began to drop the pounds.

When she was down to one thirty three, Mya rewarded herself by taking her four year employment bonus to Silksations. Out of force of habit, she turned toward the plus sized section, then realized she was of average size for her height. Mya smiled and nodded to the slender blonde sales associate that studied her intently.

“Hi! Uh, ma’am, you, you wouldn’t happen to have a sister? Real pretty like you, kind of heavy set?” the sales associate finally asked, pausing in straightening a clothes rack.

“Hmm? No, no sister,” Mya said, brow furrowed in confusion at the odd question.

“Oh. Oh well, about eight, maybe nine months ago, had this woman come in,” the blonde said, moving on to another rack. “And me and Sheila, we were so rude to her and she never came back. I told her I was sorry, but you know how it is. Sometimes ‘Sorry’ just ain’t enough.”

“Oh, it was enough,” Mya smiled. “But, it was also enough to make me really start dieting and exercising for real. No more of the ‘oh, I’ll do it tomorrow.'”

“I, you, that, that was you?” the sales associate asked, mouth open in shock.

“Yes ma’am; that was me. I was about one ninety back then,” Mya smiled, then cooed over a beautiful light pink lacy corset.

“That? Yes, that really is a pretty one. We also have it in lilac, black, um, white and um, red,” the young woman offered helpfully. “But seriously, that, that was really you?”

Mya found the pale purple one and felt a shiver of naughtiness ripple through her. The half shelf bra cups would leave much of her 34D breasts exposed. She would have to take care not to wear a light colored blouse, else her exposed light brown areolae would be noticeable through her top.

“You can pick out a pair of stockings; they’re free with those,” the sales associate suggested, pointing to the display rack of stockings.

Mya also purchased a simple black satin teddy with high cut thighs. The previous year, she’d bought a similar black teddy one size too small; an enticement to put some effort into her diet and exercise regimen. After all, it would be wasteful to spend that much money on such a fetching item and not be able to wear it. Two months earlier, Mya finally had to ‘retire’ the stained and ripped black satin teddy; it just bagged and sagged, too large for her new slimmed physique.

“Thank you for coming back, ma’am. I, I really felt horrible last time,” the young woman said, her big blue eyes filling with tears as Mya walked over to the stocking display.

“Apology accepted,” Mya smiled softly. “But, miss? Like I said, it was the push I needed to finally get off my fat butt and do something about it.”

“Well, you really did do something; you look fantastic,” the sales associate gushed as she rang up the intimate apparel.

“That felt pretty good,” Mya told herself as she sat in her car.

“Who are you kidding? That, that felt great!” Mya laughed out loud, starting her car.

Home in her apartment, Mya selected an outfit she was sure Woody would approve of. Carefully snipping the tags from the red camisole shift and matching crotchless panties, Mya admired her new intimate apparel in the free-standing looking glass in her bedroom.

Then she prepared Big Ben and Woody for a night of passion. She reveled in the three-way she and her toys enjoyed together.

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Dwayne Bernsen invited Mya Baker to his house to watch the latest and greatest Superhero action Adventure movie. Mya did not give two flips for the Marvel or was it DC movie franchises but Dwayne was cute.

“He just wants you there ’cause you’re such a slut,” Tina Lavell, Mya’s former best friend scoffed.

“Yeah, Mya. Everyone knows you’re just a fat slut that’ll fuck anybody,” Heidi Balstrom sneered.

Mya said nothing; there really was nothing she could say. Attempting to hold her head high, she left the dank smelling bathroom and waddled to her locker.

That afternoon, arriving at Dwayne’s house, Mya found out she was not the only guest. Doug Peters, Dwayne’s best friend, and Roger Skelton, another classmate had also come along.

Three minutes into the movie, Dwayne began pawing at Mya’s breasts. Doug also began pawing at her breasts and at her crotch.

“I, hey guys, this, come on, huh?” Mya protested, trying to push their hands away while struggling to her feet.

Somehow Doug and Gwayne managed to jerk Mya’s very snug jeans down to her knees. Mya toppled over, landing on hands and knees on the filthy carpet in the converted garage/game room. Roger took the opportunity to stand in front of her, unzipping his jeans.

Even as tears coursed down her face, Mya sucked and slurped the length of Roger’s fat meat. Someone stuffed his cock into Mya’s dry pussy. Within moments, the pain gave way to pleasure and she was thrusting back to meet the forward thrusts.

After Roger had filled Mya’s mouth with spunk and the other boy had pumped his load into her pussy, they took the time to fully disrobe. Turning after adding her clothes to the heap of clothing by the door, Mya saw the looks of disgust on the boys’ faces at the sight of her rolls of flab. Their disgust did not stop them from fucking her though.

Straddling Roger’s slim hips, Mya took Dwayne’s cock into her mouth. Doug used spittle to lubricate her ass and Mya shuddered in shameful orgasm. Doug gripped her hanging breast in a forceful grip as he pushed himself into her bowels.

Mya’s cheeks burned with shame; it was truly humiliating to have three cocks stuffed in her holes. It was humiliating, being used like a slut. Being used like a fat slut. Being used like a piece of meat that had no feelings.

By movie’s end, all three boys had used her mouth, her pussy and her ass. Doug had even jerked off onto her massive tits, smearing his semen around on her chest. Then they dressed and Mya walked home, feeling humiliated and used.

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Mya’s two lovers filled her hungry holes. With Woody buried deep in her bowels, Big Ben hummed aggressively in her pussy. With a squeal and long shudder, Mya climaxed. Catching her breath, Mya again squealed and shuddered in another orgasm.

When she was satiated, Mya dismounted from her two lovers. Then, giving herself another long look in the mirror, Mya wobbled to the bathroom. After cleaning herself, Mya returned to the bedroom and cleaned both Big Ben and Woody.

“You know, you, you’ve never…” Mya mused aloud.

Going to her closet, Mya selected an outfit she’d bought for herself, an outfit for a date, should she ever actually have a date. A date, meaning dinner, possibly ice skating or bowling or minature golf or the movies. Not a date meaning just going to his back seat or trailer or apartment to fuck.

“This is crazy, this is so, this is just so crazy,” Mya argued with herself as she slipped on her new lilac colored corset.

She watched her reflection in the free standing looking glass as she rolled the new stockings up her sleek legs. She’d had to have the excess sagging skin cut away; her skin was still quite elastic, but still, after such a dramatic weight loss her skin had sagged and had looked positively grotesque.

Mya had been shocked to discover just how little her insurance carrier would pay; according to them it was elective surgery. Thankfully, Dr. Silverberg’s office had been willing to set Mya up with a payment plan and she’d had the surgery performed. But the mirror now showed her to be a svelte young woman as she clipped the stockings to the corset’s garters.

“Yeah, like it’s the first time you’ve ever done something crazy?” Mya giggled, pulling the skimpy lilac panties on over her bald mound.

Inside of the lingerie shop, Bernice White looked up when the electronic buzzer sounded. Her blue eyes crinkled and her pink lips curled up in a genuine smile of happiness.

“Hi! Back so soon?” Bernice asked.

“I, this, I cannot belive, this is just crazy,” Mya said, approaching the counter where Bernice leaned forward, reading an old issue of Your Desires magazine.

“Yes ma’am?” Bernice said, closing the magazine; she’d read the article ‘How to Ask for a Raise’ several times.

“I uh, you, you wouldn’t want to uh, go; there’s that Salad Days salad place right next to the Liliputt-putt, what time you get off?” Mya asked, flaming bright red.

“Ma’am, are, ma’am, are you asking me out? On a date?” Bernice whispered, face flaming just as brightly as Mya’s face.

“I, well you know, yes, yes I am,” Mya bravely managed.

“I, I get off at six,” Bernice said as Sheila came out of the stockroom onto the sales floor.

“I’m right outside in the blue Nissan,” Mya said, smiling in relief.

“Yes ma’am,” Bernice giggled, still flaming bright red.

For the next forty minutes, Mya did some window-shopping along the strip mall. Five minutes before six, she hurried to her car and got in, waiting for her date. A few minutes after six, a blushing Bernice exited the store, heading for Mya’s car.

“Hi, I, uh, oh God, I, I’m so nervous. That, is that normal? I mean, to be nervous?” Bernice giggled as she got into the passenger seat of Mya’s car.

“I, it must be; I’m so nervous my heart is about to beat out of my chest,” Mya giggled as Bernice buckled up.

“Hi. I, I’m Bernice,” Bernice said. “I don’t know if we, I mean, I didn’t remember your name; I had to look it up on the charge slip on the computer.”

“Hi Bernice. I’m Mya,” Mya said, starting the car.

After ten minutes of stammering, stuttering conversations along the drive, Mya pulled up in front of the restaurant. She found a parking spot and killed the engine. After a long moment of silently looking at one another, Mya leaned over the console and softly kissed Bernice’s pink lips.

“Hmm; another first for me,” Mya said as she broke the kiss.

“A first for me too,” Bernice giggled and leaned to press her lips to Mya’s lips.

The End

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**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I sincerely thank you for reading my stories.

I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. Likewise, I thank those that take the time to rate my works, those that ‘Favorite’ my words.

The supervisor Vincent Davis is the primary character from ‘Each Day’ in the Loving Wives category.

Silksations, the lingerie store is briefly mentioned in ‘Very Pretty Things’ in the Lesbian Sex category.

The Raggedy Boy and the Buzzy Buzz are introduced in ‘Alana’s Playtime’ in Lesbian Sex.

Jesse Watkins is a minor character briefly mentioned in ‘Hesitation’ in the Mature category.

Coretta Adams, the CEO of the Oakleaf County Sewage Treatment Facility is introduced in ‘Each Day’ in the Loving Wives category.

Bully Burgers is introduced in ‘Under Tornado Warning’ in the Loving Wives category. Since its introduction, the Oakleaf landmark restaurant has made appearances in other stories centered in the greater Oakleaf area. Sometimes, a big greasy nasty burger is just what the heart and soul needs.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.