Alone at last, Nancy lifts you up to her slightly wrinkled pudgy face and smirks as she sees you looking back at her with a big, shit-eating grin. “Nice to see you, small stuff. It’s been about a week since you stopped by my place. I thought you might have gotten tired of my flabby ass.”
“I’ll never get tired of your flabby ass,” you sweetly inform Nancy before hugging one of her fingers and giving the tip a little peck. Nancy lets out a grunt that your not sure is out of amusement or annoyance. Lots of people think Nancy is just a drunken, lazy slut but you know that she’s so much more. You’re still trying to figure her out but you know that even though she often gets annoyed and frustrated with your booty calls she’s also come to enjoy them a lot.
“Seriously, tiny, you need to get laid. With someone your own age,” Nancy says with a sigh before her mood seems to lighten up a bit. “So you ready to hit the bedroom or do you want to wash up before diving into Mt. Nancy?”
You just giggle at your fat, older lover. You know Nancy is freaked out about your relationship coming out, about people knowing, more importantly, the cops learning about you two. You’d never let that happen. You told Nancy that before she even agreed to this sexual relationship. Your not ashamed of what you happened between the two of you, your damn proud you got into a sexy, thick girl like Nancy but she’s terrified of going to jail. You wish you could convince her to believe you when you told her no one was going to find out but no matter how often you assured her she still worried. You cared for Nancy a lot and someday she’d realize that.
Honestly, if you thought Nancy completely hated your arrangement you’d have ended it a long time ago. The thought of forcing someone to have sex with you makes you sick to your stomach. No, when her paranoia isn’t driving her nuts Nancy enjoys your booty calls as much as you do. You’ve made it your goal to make the fat forty-year-old feel good and you can confidently say you’ve given her as many orgasms as she’s given you. You’ve got really good at working or clit or squirming around in her pussy. You let her use you when she needs to get off, allowing her to treat you as her sex toy when things get really heated. She always apologizes afterward for being so rough but you always tell her it’s alright, you loved it. According to Nancy. You’ve given her the best sex she’s had in at least a decade. If that’s not something to be proud about then what is?
Nancy’s already heading to the bedroom, you can see her nipples pushing through her top. She’s ready for the Tina twister in her pussy and you’re eager to take the dive. However, an even better idea comes to you out of the blue.
“Hold on a sec. We have the whole day together so why don’t we just hang out before we get started. I kind of miss the old days when I came over and you let me watch R-rated movies on your tv,” you admit nervously. Even before you became her lover you hung out with Nancy. It was a lot less awkward but also less sexually charged.
“Wait, you really want to hang out with me?” Nancy says, clearly bewildered by your suggestion. You just shrug your tiny shoulders. Nancy looks confused for a second before letting out a loud, hearty laugh. “Whatever you want, tiny. We can have a little bit of fun while we watch some boob tube. Might be a fun change of pace from you just going clit riding all day.”
“Yeah, fun,” you say with a blush. You head towards the living room, Nancy’s big feet knocking aside beer cans and leftover Chinese as she moves towards a rather stained, torn up couch. As she falls back on the couch with her full weight you bounce off her hand, landing right on her soft breast. You scramble around on the soft flesh until Nancy plucks you up and puts you on just as soft but less steep ground. As Nancy leans back on the couch she places you right on the huge dome of fat that she calls her beer gut. It’s more of a keg gut as you sit on the huge, soft plain of flab. You sink slightly into her fat but find it very comfortable. You look forward and see Nancy’s bare feet resting on her coffee table. She’s got big feet that you’ve never seen in anything other than flip-flops. Dirt, sweat and who knows what else cover those huge monsters. You wish Nancy would step on you but that might require telling her you want to be stepped on.
“Comfy, tiny?” Nancy asks as you turn from her feet to her giant breasts and the top of her head poking past the suit of those mountains. You just take a second to admire Nancy, her aged, bronzed skin, her dirty hair, her full cheeks, her enormous, sagging breasts. She’s old but you’d hit that any day.
“You bet, beautiful,” you say while flashing her the thumbs up. Nancy snorts in amusement at you calling her beautiful even as her grin widens. Nancy knows she’s old, used up and nasty so having someone as cute as you be aroused by her was a huge boost to her ego. Honestly, if you were older and she was younger she’d make you her girlfriend and then keep you to herself all the time. Sometimes she even dreamed of running away with you, going somewhere that she could keep you as her tiny lover where no one would ever find you. It was just a fantasy but it was one that couldn’t leave her mind.
“Cut that shit. Since this is my house I pick what we watch, and I wanna watch some porn. I got a classic in the VCR ready, it’s kind of fetish related so I hope it doesn’t bother you.” You laugh, of course, Nancy wants to watch some porn. You were thinking a violent movie but she wants something perverted. Honestly, you wonder which one of you is the bigger perv. It’s you but it’s nice to think someone matches your depravity.
As the porno starts and you see what it is, you start fidgeting around on Nancy’s tummy in discomfort. You're pretty open with Nancy about a lot of things, except one tiny thing you haven’t told her yet. You haven’t mentioned any of your specific fetishes or fantasies. Sure, she knows you're a lesbian that likes older women and enjoy playing with her pussy or getting your pussy played with, but all the other stuff hasn’t come up yet. It’s not that you're ashamed… Okay, it’s because you're ashamed. You can’t help but fear that Nancy would be disgusted if she learned you dreamed of being eaten or stepped on or sat on or just the whole wanting to fuck your family. You don’t think she’d tell anyone but your tiny heart couldn’t handle the rejection of the woman that took your virginity.
As the porno starts, you see one of your fetishes play out on the screen.
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