ChicagoJohn
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A piece written about an early summer experience. Bouncing between various sexual fetishes, he settles on thick girls and newly single, he endeavor to find one. The story begins...
(copied and pasted from another board)
Okay - since no one knows this girl except Drift (dont exploit her), here's the story.
I'm single over the summer and my current fetish becomes thick girls. Girls maybe in the 140-150lb range. Kind of chunky but with great ****, a fat ass, and thick thighs. That's what I'm looking for. So I send a text to 4-5 of my buddies and Drift is the only one who can help me out. He gives me a number and I start cold-calling this ***** via text message. She's laughing, we're going back and forth, I get a face shot, she looks pretty cute. She likes my pics too.
Over the next few weeks, we're always texting or she's drunk dialing me, but I'm keeping her on the hook because I know the more time she invests, the more likely she'll **** me without even liking me. (Thats how girls are). I ride this out and I'm in no real rush. Well after like 3-4 weeks we seem to know each other pretty well and I'm rolling ****** off in the city. She just got back to her condo from the bars, is hammered, and is calling me to hangout. This is a no brainer now, it's time to rock this *****.
Well, she's also half-marsupialed. I'm certain of it. Because when I pulled up to her complex she was pacing back and forth in front of the lobby, then would stop, smile awkwardly, then pace more. So I stood there for a few moments, sucking on a cigarette, and asking myself if she could look any fatter in that ridiculous baby doll dress. I curse Drift under my breath and take a step forward towards this disgusting, gelatinous blob.
The lights of the lobby shimmer off her pancake makeup and even with my eyes nearly in the back of my head, I wince and stare at the buttons in the elevator. She's giggling, making noises I've never really heard before, and playing with my collar. I laugh at the situation (which she's apparently unaware of) and we head into her place.
She gives me a beer and we sit on the couch. Then she hands me no less than 5 remotes and tells me to put a movie on. I spill my beer all over the couch attempting to figure this shitshow out, meanwhile she's still giggling and making strange noises, then lying all over slutting it up. A few minutes into the movie I go for it, knowing the sooner we start the sooner it's over. We're making out for a while and we're in that face to face position, right? Both on our sides, facing each other. I pull her top thigh up over mine and slide my hand up her thigh towards her crotch.
Dude, I have like, the longest alien fingers anyone's ever seen and I swear to ******* God, after the miles of buttcheek I had to work through, I could barely work a single knuckle into that sweatpit. I'm blasted on E which I'm convinced is the reason I didn't vomit on spot. It was so awkward and strange, a foreign ***** experience I'd like never to repeat. This went on for like 10 minutes before I excused myself to the restroom.
I splashed some water on my face, quickly realized that blunder, then feverishly washed my hands and face with a bar of antibacterial DIal I found in the shower. Conveniently, the toilet was clogged with what looked like 7 rolls of Charmin, so I made sure to leave the longest piss possible on top that mess. I excused myself, ran to my car, then texted Drift to never speak to me again.
(copied and pasted from another board)
Okay - since no one knows this girl except Drift (dont exploit her), here's the story.
I'm single over the summer and my current fetish becomes thick girls. Girls maybe in the 140-150lb range. Kind of chunky but with great ****, a fat ass, and thick thighs. That's what I'm looking for. So I send a text to 4-5 of my buddies and Drift is the only one who can help me out. He gives me a number and I start cold-calling this ***** via text message. She's laughing, we're going back and forth, I get a face shot, she looks pretty cute. She likes my pics too.
Over the next few weeks, we're always texting or she's drunk dialing me, but I'm keeping her on the hook because I know the more time she invests, the more likely she'll **** me without even liking me. (Thats how girls are). I ride this out and I'm in no real rush. Well after like 3-4 weeks we seem to know each other pretty well and I'm rolling ****** off in the city. She just got back to her condo from the bars, is hammered, and is calling me to hangout. This is a no brainer now, it's time to rock this *****.
Well, she's also half-marsupialed. I'm certain of it. Because when I pulled up to her complex she was pacing back and forth in front of the lobby, then would stop, smile awkwardly, then pace more. So I stood there for a few moments, sucking on a cigarette, and asking myself if she could look any fatter in that ridiculous baby doll dress. I curse Drift under my breath and take a step forward towards this disgusting, gelatinous blob.
The lights of the lobby shimmer off her pancake makeup and even with my eyes nearly in the back of my head, I wince and stare at the buttons in the elevator. She's giggling, making noises I've never really heard before, and playing with my collar. I laugh at the situation (which she's apparently unaware of) and we head into her place.
She gives me a beer and we sit on the couch. Then she hands me no less than 5 remotes and tells me to put a movie on. I spill my beer all over the couch attempting to figure this shitshow out, meanwhile she's still giggling and making strange noises, then lying all over slutting it up. A few minutes into the movie I go for it, knowing the sooner we start the sooner it's over. We're making out for a while and we're in that face to face position, right? Both on our sides, facing each other. I pull her top thigh up over mine and slide my hand up her thigh towards her crotch.
Dude, I have like, the longest alien fingers anyone's ever seen and I swear to ******* God, after the miles of buttcheek I had to work through, I could barely work a single knuckle into that sweatpit. I'm blasted on E which I'm convinced is the reason I didn't vomit on spot. It was so awkward and strange, a foreign ***** experience I'd like never to repeat. This went on for like 10 minutes before I excused myself to the restroom.
I splashed some water on my face, quickly realized that blunder, then feverishly washed my hands and face with a bar of antibacterial DIal I found in the shower. Conveniently, the toilet was clogged with what looked like 7 rolls of Charmin, so I made sure to leave the longest piss possible on top that mess. I excused myself, ran to my car, then texted Drift to never speak to me again.