Hi, my name is Wendy, and I'm a fat slut. I've always been chubby, no other way to describe it. 5 feet 3 inches tall, blond hair and green eyes. I'm not grossly obese, just have a big ass and hips with a tummy roll in front. My boobs aren't huge, maybe C-cups, and curve up with puffy nipples. I wasn't ugly, but it didn't matter, the boys flocked to the not-so-chubby girls. Yes, I had guy friends, but it was never anything beyond friendship, not even a kiss. Those 4 awful years finally passed, and I went off to community college in a nearby town, moving into an apartment by myself. College was a big change, the people were more willing to accept me, inviting me to study groups, and then to parties. It was at a party that I had my first sex experience. A group of guys rented a house together, and they were throwing a big bash in the back yard. Everyone was drunk, of course, and I was in a deep conversation with this nerdy guy, when he suddenly stopped talking, and stared at my chest. I was braless, and looking down, I saw my nipples were hard and pushing out against the thin material. I giggled, not knowing what to say. He finally looked up at me. "Uh, you uh, wanna go inside?" he stammered.
"Umm, sure, let's go." I followed him into the house, and up the stairs to a room. I was nervous as hell, but also kind of excited, as we sat down on the bed. Then it was a minute of awkward silence, waiting for the other one to say something. He finally made a move, putting his hand on my thigh and leaning over to kiss me. I closed my eyes and leaned forward too, and felt his lips on mine. It must have excited the hell out of him, because he immediately put his other hand on the back of my head, and mashed his lips against mine, hard. At the same time, he shoved his tongue into my mouth, and ran his hand up my leg to rub my crotch. If I hadn't been drunk, I might have been offended, but as it was, I responded in kind, swirling my tongue around his, and rubbing his cock through his pants. It wasn't long before we had our clothes on the floor, and I was on my back, legs spread, and watching him get into position. He was skinny and pale, with a sparse little patch of hair over his cock. His cock wasn't very big, but it sure was hard, and he wasted no time shoving it in me. Damn, it hurt, but I lay there and took it while he lay down on top of me, and began to thrust.
He was drunk enough that he didn't cum right away, and my pussy was very wet, so he lasted for several minutes, long enough for the pain to go away, and to start enjoying it. A strange tingling sensation started in my lower abdomen and gradually grew until it hit a pleasant level, then stayed with me as he continued to pump his cock in and out. It felt great. Then, it started to feel even better, because he started fucking me faster, slapping his hips against me and breathing hard with the effort. About a dozen of those rapid thrusts, and I felt a series of contractions start inside me, followed by my pussy becoming very sensitive. I screwed my eyes shut and held him tight as I rode out my first orgasm. He was right behind me, pushing his cock in as far as it would go and holding it there while hot cum spewed into me. Then it was over, and he slumped on top of me, panting hard as he regained his senses. I was happy as could be, still holding him tight, and nuzzling my lips against his neck.
He rolled off me and sat up, handed me a box of kleenex, then stood and staggered to the bathroom. I was still wiping cum off me when he came out and started to get dressed.
"We better get back to the party, before they come looking for us," he mumbled.
I started pulling my clothes back on. "Yeah, we should. You know, I'd do this again sometime, if you want to?" He just nodded, and left the room. I followed a minute or so later, and returned to the back yard. Everyone was so wasted, no one had noticed we had been gone. I looked around, but couldn't see him, so I had some more to drink, and a few hours later friends drove me home. I saw him several times in the following weeks, and had conversations, but he kept making excuses when I'd bring up having sex. I finally gave up on him. Not having any better ideas, I started going to the local bars at night, and found I could usually find a guy to take home. They never stayed the night, but I was getting fucked on a regular basis and liking it.
One Saturday afternoon, I wandered into a bar out by the interstate highway. I could usually find a construction worker in there, but today, there was only one guy, and he was black. I'd never been with a black guy, but decided what the hell, and sat down a couple of stools over. Soon we had a lively chat going, and after a couple of beers he invited me to his motel room. He wasn't tall, maybe 5-8, but he was thick and stocky. Once inside his room, he immediately stripped, and stood in the middle of the room watching me undress, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. I eyed him as I slipped out of my clothes. He had a muscled chest and legs, with a bit of a beer gut in front, and his body had a liberal growth of tight kinky black hair. After I threw my clothes in a chair, he grabbed his cock and shook it at me. "You like it?" he said.
"Yeah, it's a nice one" I replied.
"Well girl, you better get over here and suck on it then." He smiled big, and waved his cock again. I got on my knees in front of him, and took his fat shaft in hand, sucking the head into my eager mouth. He put a hand on back of my head, and next thing I know, he had hold of my hair, and was fucking my mouth. I held onto his legs for support, and tried to keep from gagging when he went too deep, but it was tough, he was really going at it. After a couple of minutes, he must have been getting close to blowing a load, because he pulled it away, and helped me to my feet.
"Ok, bend over the bed, and stick your ass out." I had a moment of fright, was he going to fuck me in the ass? But I got into position, and he put the wet head against my pussy slit, and pushed, sinking it into me in one push. God, it felt awesome! He then gave me a good hard fucking, until he came in me, then pulled it out and had me lick it clean.
That was how things went for me during that first year of college, lots of sex, but nothing steady. After final exams, I went home for a few days. Mom was happy to
see me, and after catching up on the latest gossip, she asked me if I'd mind going out to my aunt and uncle's farm for couple of weeks. I didn't really want to, it was a long drive to the nearest town, but she talked me into it, and a few days later I was on the plane. Aunt Lily picked me up at the airport, and we a friendly conversation on the drive through the country. Pulling into the driveway, I realized I had forgotten how big their house was, two full stories with a big covered porch, and surrounded by shade trees. The farm buildings and the hired man's cottage sat off away from the big house. Aunt Lily took me to my bedroom, and told me to make my self at home while she worked on supper. Having some time to kill, I decided to wander around the farm buildings, and check out the animals.
My uncle Bud had a big farm operation, with fields scattered all over, and also had several cattle he kept near their home place. Aunt Lily (she said to call her Lil) said he was away at one of the far away fields, so I didn't expect to see anyone. But, as I rounded the corner of the hay shed, I stopped when I saw the hired man, Frank. He was walking away from me, headed for his cottage. It sat behind the big shed where Uncle Bud kept his farm machinery, and wasn't visible from the house or the road. Curious, I followed after him, and peeked around the corner to see him go into the cottage. Waiting a bit, I slipped over the cottage, and peered in the window. It was the kitchen, no one there, so I went to the next window. That was the bedroom, and I saw Frank stripping down. He wasn't a big guy, a few inches taller than me and slender, but he was hard muscle from working every day. He was also hung like one of Uncle Bud's bulls! The big meaty shaft hung out from a thick patch of pubes, and curved down, with a fat head on the end. I watch as Frank stepped out of his clothes, and leaving them in a pile, walked to the bathroom, his cock swinging back and forth. The bathroom window was too high, so I waited impatiently for him to finish, and maybe give me another look.
