This choice: POV: Mandy, They relax in the sauna • Go Back... Buttercombe students were no strangers to sapphic behavior. A broadminded and diverse student body combined with the total lack of other options. With no hopes of getting a boyfriend for four years, more then a few girls decided to see if a girlfriend would work for them.
But even among a school body noted for such erotic extracurriculars, these four stood out. They were lesbians. No ambiguity, not uncertainty, and no patience for ‘comphet’ as Wendy and Mandy called it. The point was, they had no interest in the norms most people had on a relationship, it never even entered into their minds. So there was no awkwardness lounging around naked together in the sauna. Or when things started getting a little interesting.
It started with Jean leaning over and resting her head on the shelf of Mandy's belly. She wrapped her lips around Mandy's nipple and drank the fatgirl sweat pooling there from the sauna like it was the nectar of life. Her breast were huge things, pooling and flattening out like pancakes while she was naked, splaying across her double belly. She wrapped a strong, possessive hand around the back of Jeans head, working her plump fingers through the red hair while pulling her close. The message was clear: Jean was not allowed to stop now.
Rather than looking away, Wendy watched with hungry interest. Mandy smirked at her. She knew, even if Lexie was porking up like never before, Wendy couldn’t ignore how hot she looked on her quest for 900 pounds.
Wendy soon turned that hungry gaze on Lexie. Her thin graceful fingers started poking and prodding Lexie’s belly. It was slick with sweat like a greased pig from the sauna, and Wendy’s delicate fingertips slipped and slided off of her pale freckled flesh. Wendy smirked like a cat toying with a canary about it until she finally got Lexie to roll over onto her stomach. The wooden sauna seating groaned in protest under Lexie’s weight, but this place was built for Mandy’s comfort. Everything was reinforced and wide enough to bear someone even bigger than Lexie, even if the seating’s design dug little lines into Lexie’s vulnerable belly flesh.
Wendy got up behind Lexie and made gentle shushing noises, her hand slowly making soothing journeys down Lexie’s back before she brought her hips to grind into Lexie’s colossal ass while her other hand searched around under Lexie’s fatty fupa to reach inside her. Lexie gasped and shuddered, turning even redder and sweating harder in the sauna heat.
Mandy, who had been having her breasts suckled this whole time, liked what she saw. She made eye contact with Wendy while she did her thing, stoking Jean’s hair harder and rougher the whole time, until she finally shoved Jean down like a piece of meat in front of Lexie.
The two were always friends, rather than lovers, for their many incompatibilities. But Lexie and Jean met via a hookup and Lexie never hid how good she thought Jean’s body looked. And right now, she was really, REALLY worked up and horny. The fat girl reached for her best friend's abs like she was reaching for the last piece of cake. There was a minute for ginger on ginger violence as her fingers dug greedily into Jean’s abs, kissing into her shoulders while Jean squirmed. It was an act of platonic lovemaking incomprehensible to most people.
But eventually, Mandy got to her feet. And what comes up, must come down. If either of them hadn’t seen and heard worse from the sadomasochistic pair, Lexie and Wendy would have called off the whole thing to check if Jean was still alive, Mandy came down on her with such force. You could hear the wooden seating give a loud CRACK from the impact after Mandy lowered her overfed tush down about a foot from Jean’s face and then dropped it the rest of the way. Jean was fine. She took most of the impact with her ribs anyway. Nobody ever thought about how much it hurt Mandy dropping so much weight on Jean’s scrawny ass!
This whole time, she maintained eye contact with Wendy, smug, self-satisfied and challenging as she showed of what she could do with her sub. Wendy didn’t back down. And then they did something else incomprehensible to most people: Wendy and Mandy were not a couple. They had no interest in being a couple. And their sexual chemistry was always limited by the fact that they both wanted to be in charge and nothing would ever change that, and so the best thing for both of them was parting ways. And now, finding a new arena to jostle with each other over who was the most in charge by what they could do to their lovers, and once again at a stalemate, there was only one thing for Wendy and Mandy to do: they made out about it.
Mandy leaned in slowly, careful not to unbalance herself at this size. Strands of her dark hair clung to her overfed cheeks and lips, pink from the excitement Jean was providing her down below. Mandy and Wendy’s hands found each other’s breasts, before their lips and tongue found each other again, each ex showing off how comfortable and confident they were in their new skin.
The fly in the ointment of these activities was always the Lexie and Mandy angle. Lexie didn’t find Mandy all that attractive physically in her obscene morbid obesity, and while Mandy theoretically was a dominant and Lexie a sub, Lexie was not about to bow down and start serving Mandy Conners of all people.
But here, in this position, while her wife took her from behind while making out with Mandy, Lexie’s field of view, even her air supply was taken up by Mandy’s fat gut in her face, slapping into her while she struggled to reach past her to grab Wendy’s breasts. So when her wife was FINALLY done making out with Mandy and she could breath again, Lexie wasn’t all that happy.
Mandy just gave her that bitchy smirk and asked. “Is that face because you didn’t enjoy that, or because you did?” Her hair was now a total mess, even her belly was looking pink and overheated. To emphasize her point to Lexie she dug under her belly, reached under it until she found Jean’s head under there, grabbed her hair and buckled her hips extra hard. You could hear Jean’s head hit the wood of the sauna while she kept sucking on her wife’s femininity before Mandy tipped forward onto her hands and knees, and all those hundreds of pounds fell on Jean like a mountain, one part set into motion followed by the other so so that her blubbery moved in stages making her disappear and putting Mandy’s face just inches from Lexie’s.
Lexie really was certain she had a good comeback too, but all that came out was
“AbaGACKah,aaaaaaaaaah.”
As Wendy’s tongue slipped inside her.
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