Bbw Blues

Todd woke up early that Sunday.

In truth, he'd barely slept. He had fucked Mia senseless for most of the night, but he had remained energized. It wasn't enough.

He had to admit it to himself. He wanted to fuck that fat chick. He wanted to fuck Sarah Walters.

It was difficult for him to face. That he could be attracted to someone like that who was out of shape. Shit, him and his boys used to make fun of girls like that back in high school, and to be honest, some of the less mature guys on campus still made fun of girls like that.

He knew he couldn't let anyone know he was attracted to a...what had Mia called her...a

BBW

.

Fuck

, he thought,

what the fuck is wrong with me?

After he made the first admission to himself, the next admission came naturally.

He was going to fuck that fat chick. He was going to pound her fucking guts out.

But how to pull this off? He knew he could probably just talk to her and pull her without games, but he wanted to insulate himself from anyone knowing about it, and honestly just doing it the normal way was way too easy. Of course she would let him fuck...he was Todd LaMont.

And, oh yeah, he had a girlfriend. Shit. He had forgotten about Mia. Here the girl was, naked and sleeping soundly

right next to him

, and he had forgotten about her. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted to get married to her, but he wasn't quite ready to break up yet either, or hurt her feelings, so this whole thing had to be on the low.

So what did this mean? He was just going to have to devise a scenario in which he could fuck Sarah Walters and not have her run her mouth about it.

Todd slid out from bed and grabbed his towel and bathroom utilities. He ran down the hall to grab a quick shower, hoping like hell Mia would not wake up. He didn't really want to talk to her, and even more, he was going to go do some reconnaissance this morning and he couldn't have her tagging along.

When he got back to the room Mia was still zonked out asleep. So he thanked his lucky stars and got dressed, grabbed his coat and slipped out the door yet again.

Normally, when you lived in the frat house, you ate there, too. Today, though, he left the house and went to the campus dining hall. He was hoping to see Sarah Walters there. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he would start with that.

As he entered the dining hall and showed his student ID, he remembered why he was glad he didn't eat here anymore. There were just too many other students here, and the food sucked.

He scanned the tables for someone he knew, and then made a beeline.

"Hey Jeff, what up?" Todd set his tray down on the table.

"WHOA! Todd what's good, man?" Said Jeff. "What are you doing in here?"

Todd laughed. "Just changing it up a bit, man."

Jeff had been his roommate sophomore year, before he could move into the Frat house, and they had always stayed cool with each other, even though Jeff had no interest in joining a frat.

"So what was up with that fight last night?" Jeff asked. Todd had actually forgotten about the fight, which was indirectly the reason he was here.

"Ahh, man. Joe and Mark just never got along." Todd surreptitiously scanned the tables to see if he could spot Sarah Walters.

Damn. Not here

, he thought.

Jeff kept on him about the fight. "This is the fourth time I've seen them fight just this year. Doesn't anyone get kicked out for that?"

"Nahh," Todd said, "we just get on their asses about it is all. No one brings charges or anything."

Jeff said something, but Todd didn't hear it, because just then Sarah Walters walked in, and all of Todd's attention immediately focused on her.

She was still wearing her coat, so he couldn't make out her huge tits, but that bubble butt was sticking out and switching up like crazy as she walked.

Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk

,

that ass was in my hands last night

, Todd thought, chewing on something but not really aware of what it was.

Sarah Walters set her tray down at a table with her friends, then removed her coat to throw it over her chair. She was wearing a light sweater, and Todd saw that those tits damn near came tumbling out as she pulled her coat off.

Then she walked back up to the breakfast bar to get something else. Her gently bobbing tits and juicy ass switching caused Todd's cock to rocket up to full girth in the span of less than a second. Luckily he had 'waistbanded' his cock in anticipation of this, but damn, his hard on was again almost painful.

Jeff was still talking, but Todd was focused on Sarah Walter's ass as she bent over to get a bowl from the bottom of the bar.

Another realization came to him then. He was going to eat her ass.

He had never been that type of guy. He liked eating pussy, especially for the reaction he could get, and it made things nice and wet when it was time to go in, but he didn't really venture down to eat ass.

But...those plump cheeks. The back of her jeans looked like two medicine balls were...barely...contained there.

He imagined wedging his face in between those cheeks and licking her ass.

FUCK!

"Yo, Todd! You there, buddy?!" Jeff was snapping his fingers in front of Todd's face.

"Oh sorry, man. Spaced out for a bit."

"Yeah," Jeff said, "you were staring at that big chick over there."

Todd was sure he was blushing, but he tried to play it off.

"Yeah, man. After Joe and Mark started fighting, the crowd got crazy and pushed that chick right into me. I got pushed up against the wall."

"WHOA!!" Jeff said, laughing. "You alright, man?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Todd said. "Mia and her friends already ripped on me for it, so you don't have to. They called her a 'BBW'."

Jeff was nodding his head, laughing. "Yup. A lot of these fat chicks now use that term to try to deflect attention from them just being too lazy to eat right and work out."

Privately, Todd thought that was easy for Jeff to say. This kid reminded him of Gilligan from Gilligan's Island. Jeff could eat a whole large pizza by himself and down a 6-pack of beer and never gain weight, not so much as a beer gut.

Actually, no. Todd thought Jeff was more like Jughead from the Archies. But whatever. Jeff didn't matter.

Sarah Walters walked back to her table. Todd tracked her with side-eye surveillance. She was definitely fat, but she wasn't like,

sloppy

fat. Everything seemed to be in proportion. She even had an exaggerated hourglass figure. Like one of those Rubens paintings he had been forced to learn about in useless Art History class.

As she sat down, her tits did an energetic jiggle, before finally settling into place.

What the fuck??

Todd thought.

Is no one else SEEING this but me??

Why wasn't every guy in this place trying to fuck that luscious body?

Jeff was blathering on about something, and then Todd realized he felt some wetness down below.

Holy fuck. He hadn't cum in his pants, but it was pre-cum at least. That shit hadn't happened since high school.

That does it

, he thought,

Sarah Walters is getting fucked no matter what the cost.

Jeff kept talking, but Todd could no longer hear him, his plans were beginning to take shape. He was going to have to make a call.

***

Later on, Mia woke up, and she was alone.

It took her some time to push the fog from her brain.

What? I'm in Todd's room?

She thought hazily.

Normally, she didn't like to stay over at the frat house, because, well...it was a frat house. And a select few of Todd's brothers liked to leer at her and make comments. None of them had ever truly hit on her after her and Todd became official, but they always came pretty damn close.

She sat up and groaned. Her whole body ached, but it wasn't a bad ache. No, it definitely wasn't bad. Muscles she hadn't been used to using had been employed. She felt a more insistent ache between her legs that was almost, but not quite, painful.

Then she remembered.

Todd. Todd had fucked her last night.

But not how she was used to being fucked. He had been out of control. Frenzied. He'd been an animal. She smiled a little bit, but then more came back to her, and the smile faded.

He had woken her up three more times to fuck her after the first time. Normally when Todd came back for seconds, which was increasingly rare, she pushed him away and he went back to sleep.

This time though, he hadn't been asking. She realized quickly that she

was

going to get fucked again. She kept trying to push him off, and when she thought she'd succeeded, he simply retreated under the covers and buried his face in between her legs.

Todd was really good at that, and even though she tried to keep her legs closed, keep turning her body and pushing his head away, eventually his swirling tongue reached her lips and clit and started working their magic.

Mia shuddered, remembering the feeling of Todd greedily lapping away at her pussy. He quickly made her orgasm, and while she was trying to recover from that he

launched

forward and stuffed himself inside of her.

She remembered yelping in shock and pain as he buried himself in of her. One second she was empty, and the next second she was stretched wide and completely full of dick. After that it was another repeat of the first time. He had pounded her non-stop until he once more touched off multiple orgasms and came inside of her. She passed out again.

Mia felt herself getting wet thinking about it. She was so confused, because she didn't feel completely good about the previous night. It had been both the best and worst sexual experience of her life.

Especially the last time he had fucked her. She woke up to him sucking insistently on her pussy, sucking her clit and hood up into his mouth over and over, all the while his fingers were buried knuckle deep in her, working away inside of her, rubbing and stroking her g-spot. It felt sooo good, and yet the first thing she thought was

OH NO! NOT AGAIN!

But she couldn't resist. Her body had already started responding, and once again he managed to make her lose control, and once again he used the opportunity to pump himself balls-deep inside of her.

Except this time when he threw her legs back over his shoulders, he actually stood up, easily snatching her up off the bed as if she had been a stuffed animal. Somehow she hadn't ever realized how

strong

Todd was. He had never handled her like this before.

Then, with him still holding her legs up over his shoulders, he began pumping up into her with vicious, furious strokes, the meat of the base of his cock forcing her lips open much wider than they usually cared to open.

Mia remembered how stupid she was for thinking he had gone inside of her as far as he could go.

NO. Now with the assistance of gravity, Todd moved her up and down, bringing her down hard to meet his thick upward thrusting cock. He had finally bottomed out inside of her. At least she

hoped

he had.

God, my insides,

thought Mia. That dick had damn near punctured her lungs it had penetrated so deep. But...holy shit...had she ever orgasmed so hard? Never.

Todd had spent a seeming eternity tirelessly fucking her that way, and Mia was in an unbearable haze of pleasure and pain. When the multiple orgasms hit she cried out and shook and spasmed so much she thought Todd was going to drop her.

But he didn't, he just held her close as he filled her up with even more of his hot cum. Then he stood there, holding her up off the ground, passionately kissing her as she cried softly. Sweat, cum and pussy juices dripped down their bodies onto the floor.

Mia yanked her feet back off the floor as she thought of that. She didn't care about that stuff in the moment, but after the fact she didn't want any residual cum or pussy juice on the floor to get on the bottom of her bare feet.

She was going to have to talk to Todd about this. He had made her orgasm harder than she ever had, but at the same time, he didn't listen to her, or pay any attention to her body language. He just did what he wanted. That was scary, and she hated herself for also feeling kind of aroused by how scary it was.

Ugh,

she thought.

I've got to get out of here and go get some breakfast. I'm starving.

She would talk to Todd later, she just hoped she could get to Sunday brunch before they closed.

Looking over at Todd's clock, she gasped. It was 2:30 in the afternoon!

Oh, no!

Mia thought. She had missed brunch completely. Todd had fucked her into some kind of coma. Now she was really mad.

She stood up, then immediately collapsed onto the floor with a yelp. Her legs just gave out underneath her.

Fuck!

Mia thought

. What the hell is wrong with me?

She pushed herself up, then tried it again. Her legs held her weight, but she had to be careful, her leg muscles were not cooperating.

Muttering angrily to herself, she carefully picked up her dress and slid it on, then picked up her shoes, but decided to just carry them. She wasn't going to try to walk across campus in those heels with the way her legs felt. She looked herself over in Todd's full-length mirror before she left.

She had to admit, she looked rather stunning in the short black dress. Plenty of leg showing, and it even made her b-cups look bigger than they really were. Blonde hair that was almost white set the whole thing off. Her lipstick and makeup was completely fucked, though. She grabbed one of Todd's towels and just wiped off what she could.

She looked back in the mirror and struck a few sexy poses. Mia thought she looked damn good in the dress, but also thought she might have to ditch it. It seemed to have driven Todd crazy.

Then she went to leave, and whipped open the door. Unfortunately, what she had feared came to pass. The door across from Todd's room was open, and several of Todd's brothers were hanging out. Including the worst one of all.

Glenn.

Glenn wasted no time in living up to her low opinion of him.

"Wow, Mia you must have gotten fucked good last night, it's almost 3:00!" Then him and a couple of the guys hooted and high-five'd each other. It was always the guys who weren't getting laid who were in someone else's business.

"Shut the fuck up, Glenn! Jesus!" She snapped, before stomping down the hall to the stairway. How she hated Glenn. He was a sexist, racist asshole with no redeeming qualities as far as she could tell.

He looked like a greasy wet mop. Like his features hadn't fully formed. His brown-blonde hair was dull and listless, as if it couldn't be bothered to commit to being brown or blonde. It was never trimmed right, always disheveled and oily, just like the rest of him.

She had heard him say the most contemptible things over the years. She hoped he would just get his dig in and let it go.

But Glenn didn't let it go, of course. He was right behind her as she went down the stairs to the front door.

"Hey guys!", he yelled, "Walk of Shame! Walk of Shame!"

Mia had to walk through the main hall of the frat house to get out the front door, and there were many of the members in there, having a discussion. Their heads all jerked up when Glenn shouted.

She rounded on Glenn. "I'm his girlfriend, idiot! It's not a walk of shame if you're the girlfriend!"

But Glenn didn't care. He kept chanting "Walk of Shame!", and the rest of the frat picked up the chant as well.

"WALK OF SHAME! WALK OF SHAME! WALK OF SHAME!"

Mia gritted her teeth and slammed the front door open, stomping out into the sunlight as the chanting followed her outside. God, they were such assholes!

She was really going to give Todd a piece of her mind when she caught up with him.