*Author's Note: Any depicted having sex is at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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If interracial sex and cuckolding are not your thing, then skip this story.
Linda Tripp looked in the mirror and nodded with a small glimmer of satisfaction. The extreme diet some crack-pot had put on the Internet had nearly ended her hellish journey on this blue marble. But that near-death experience had been the final wake-up call Linda needed.
She'd taken a nine week vacation to a 'Fat Farm' in New Mexico and had sweated, strained and grunted her way through to tipping the scales at 168 pounds. The thirty one year old woman could not remember ever weighing only one hundred and sixty eight pounds. After diet and exercise, she had needed some surgery to carve away the loose excess skin and the surgeon had done some liposuction to remove some stubborn belly fat that just refused to leave willingly.
Part of the curriculum of the Fat Farm, the Newton Ridge Wellness Center had been some Psychotherapy. Linda had not needed psychotherapy to tell her the reason she ate was a defense mechanism, a form of self-preservation and a way to shield herself. She knew she ate because of what a few of her mother's boyfriends had done to her.
"Ah, uh, yes, ah ahem, hmm, ah, you know, ah, you might want to look into your ah anger issues," the simpering idiot social worker had suggested, looking utterly ridiculous in his pink spandex workout outfit
"You THINK?" Linda had sneered. "Uh, hey, Grandma, tell me something I don't already know."
"Is that your real hair color or do you dye it?" the man lisped angrily.
"Real; want to see? It your time of the month? You need a tampon?" Linda had retorted. "Might I suggest you use one of those degrees hanging on your wall? Actually put one of them to use."
But, returning to Sweet Oak, Texas a few days before the next school year was to start up at Lloyd M. Bentsen High School, Linda had been pleased with her progress. And, outside of the Sweet Oak Ice Skating rink, Linda had run into Rory Smith, a former student of Lloyd M. Bentsen High School. The young man was handsome, muscled, and oozed self-confidence. He had done a double-take when he saw the new and improved Linda Marie Tripp. They'd done some flirting; Linda was enjoying herself immensely. In the past, very few handsome young men had ever flirted with her.
After some very energetic skating, working up a good sweat, Linda invited Rory back to the single wide trailer she called home. Rory was agreeable and Linda was excited, looking forward to an energetic fuck.
Inside of her trailer, they made out. Linda pulled Rory to her bedroom and stripped out of her sweat soaked clothing. Then she turned to see Rory, nude and ready for action.
"I, uh, Jesus, I, I hope you eat pussy real good," Linda declared, looking at Rory's pathetic erection.
Despite being six feet tall, weighing one ninety, with well-muscled physique, Rory Smith had a slim four inches of cock sitting above two marbled sized testicles. But he preened and posed as if he had a slab of beef between his legs, as if he had two large orange sized balls ready to pump a gallon of baby makers.
"I, uh, only faggots eat pussy," Rory had sneered.
"Only...you hear yourself?" Linda had hooted.
Then she grew serious. With a hard grip to Rory's tiny balls and quickly wilting cock, Linda had pulled the young man close.
"Tiny as your little pee-pee is? Ain't no way you going be able give me the fucking I need," Linda had snarled in his no longer smirking face. "So, start licking, bitch."
Shoving him onto her bed, Linda whirled around and straddled his head. She sat heavily and pressed her wet pussy to his face. She was surprised at how wet she was. But, thinking about it, realizing what a turn on it had been, to bully the arrogant young man, Linda reveled in her new-found power.
Rory was not a skilled pussy eater. Linda used his face to rub her sopping wet pussy to a quick orgasm, then demanded he clean her up. She giggled; his tiny little cock was sticking straight up, rock hard and drooling as he hungrily lapped at her pussy.
"God damn you are fucking pathetic," Linda snapped, getting to her feet.
"Well, since you can't give me the fucking I want? I'm going give you the fucking you deserve," Linda snarled, digging a large strap-on cock from her bureau's drawer.
Rory's eyes opened wide and his cock erupted in a geyser of semen when he saw the dangerous phallus attached to Linda's waist. He tried to scramble off of Linda's wobbly bed as she grabbed a tube of lubricant.
"Oh no you don't," Linda growled, grabbing and throwing Rory onto the bed again.
Linda greased up her cock, switched on the base and shaft's powerful motors and grabbed Rory's ankles. He grunted, then squealed when Linda easily flipped him onto his belly.
"Aaieegh! I, oh my God, oh God damn it!" Rory squealed in a high pitched scream when Linda pressed the greasy head of her dong to his tightly clenched anus.
His scream rose an octave as Linda bore her full weight on top of him, pushing two of the cock's eight inches into his struggling rectum.
The bed wobbled and shook as Linda thrust her hips forward. Rory gave a gurgling scream as Linda's cock pushed into him. Linda barked in pleasure as the thrumming, buzzing base of the cock pressed firmly against her splayed pussy lips, pressed firmly against her fat clitoris.
"Aw, this your first time?" Linda mocked as all eight inches now rested inside the whimpering young man's rectum.
Linda slapped Rory's tear streaked left cheek hard. Using her hands on his shoulders, she pulled four or five inches of cock out of his ass.
"Fucking give you something to cry about, little cunt," Linda snarled, repeating what one of her mother's friends had often told her.
Linda had skinned her knee. Falling off of her bicycle onto the gravel drive of their trailer park, she had skinned her knee. Running into the trailer, seeking her mother's comforting hand, instead Mr. Pauly had threatened to give her something to cry about.
He repeated the ugly, hateful threat a few more times while he dated her mother. On more than one occasion, Mr. Pauly backed up his words with actions, giving Linda something to cry about.
Linda thrust her hips forward and buried herself into Rory's ass. He squealed and she groaned. She again pulled halfway out, then thrust into him again.
"Oh God..." Rory gurgled.
"Oh God..." Linda gurgled, on the brink of orgasm.
Linda jerked and barked and bucked when a powerful orgasm rippled through her body. With a scream, Rory spurted a sizable puddle of semen onto Linda's bedspread. Linda screamed her outrage; she'd just washed the large, thick bedspread and now it needed to be washed again.
"Fucking bitch!" Linda screamed, slapping Rory's buttocks with all her might. "Clean that up! You better lick up every God damned drop too, you hear me?"
Linda jerked her cock out of his struggling bowels and delivered another sharp blow to his ass when he spurted more semen onto her clean comforter. When she returned from cleaning her strap-on cock, Rory had indeed licked up the puddle of semen.
"Get dressed, pathetic little bitch and take your tiny little pee-pee out of here," Linda ordered.
