Revenge of a Fat Bitch

by Stephanie Rollins

  Fit tits. That is another goal of mine. Perky, fit tits. I think of perky, firm tits with each push-up. According to Jake, weightlifting is the only way, minus going under the knife, to fight gravity. Gravity is a bitch. It is a bitch I will fight until the bitter end. There is no gravity on the moon. Hmmmm…I bet my tits would look great on the moon.

  Michael has fallen asleep—hopefully, for the night. Victory! My excitement is short lived when I realize that he is not wearing a diaper. I never did dress him after his bath. Awesome. I set him down, place a towel on his bed, wrap him in a blanket, and carry him to his bed. Maybe I can put a diaper on him without waking up. Who am I kidding? Hopefully, he will not pee through the blanket.

  I think back to the sex I had with Daniel. Olivia told me to call him and set up another booty call. I have hesitated. I like to be pursued. However, this is not a romance. It is a relationship of convenience—sex.

  Without thinking, I text him.

  Me: Want to get together soon?

  Daniel: Thought you’d never ask.

  Me: I was waiting on you to ask.

  Daniel: So, we could have had a lot of sex if we both were more forward.

  Me: Point taken.

  Daniel: Can you come over now? Horny as hell.

  Me: Michael just fell asleep. He has been teething for a few days…but you can come here. Might have to be quiet. Very good possibility that we will be interrupted by a crying toddler…sexy, I know. LOL.

  Daniel: Life is messy. I can be there in an hour.

  Me: You have my address?

  Daniel: I do. Be ready for some wild, quiet sex. Should I bring a ball gag?

  Me: Never tried that, but…

  Daniel: I may have to invest in one. Like kinky stuff?

  Me: Never really tried it. Think about it a lot.

  Daniel: We can experiment together.

  Me: I’d love to. See you in an hour.

  I do what any woman does when she knows she is about to get laid. I shower, wash my hair, shave my legs, and shave my pussy. I turn down the bed in the guest room, which is downstairs. Michael’s room is upstairs. Maybe I won’t have to be so quiet.

  I hear him when he drives up. I meet him at the door. His mouth is immediately on mine, claiming me. His hands are in my hair. His cock is grinding against my pussy.

  There is no preface to this sex. We both know what we want—what we need. We greedily take it. Neither of us believe for a moment that we need romance. This is about the fucking.

  “Where is his bedroom?” he asks breathlessly.

  “Upstairs,” I answer between kisses.

  “Bend over that table,” he instructs as he rolls a condom over his hard-on. I bend over the small, decorative table in the foyer as he directed. He lifts my skirt, pulls down my panties, and enters me without hesitation. Shivers of lust pull in my core. They intensify when he presses my cheek to the table and begins to fuck me without mercy.

  “Finger that clit,” he demands.

  I rub my swollen, wet clit in circles. I feel the flood of desire dam up. With each circle of my finger and each thrust, desire increases, threatening to break the dam.

  He clamps his hand over my mouth to stifle my moans. The coarseness of it all pushes me over the edge. The levee breaks. Desire and pleasure collide. I thrust back on him wildly as I come. The shattering sensation creeps throughout my body. I am indulging in the euphoria when Jake walks through the front door.

  Actually, he does not make it through the front door. We lock eyes. I see a plethora of emotions on his face. Daniel is oblivious of Jake. He releases his cum, moaning loudly. Shock registers on Jake’s face. He drops the bag he was carrying and quietly leaves. Daniel is too caught up in his rapture to notice.

  I know it is pointless to follow Jake. Why would I? What would I say? We have no commitment, yet we both know that we do. We have that unspoken…something.

  I am too speechless and heartbroken to say anything. Daniel takes my silence and inability to move as proof of his sexual prowess. I don’t correct him. He carries me to the guest room, which is right off of the foyer. He lays me on the bed, crawls in next to me, covers me up, and holds me.

  This man laying right next to me is gorgeous. He has dark skin, dark hair, a body that has seen quite a few hours in the gym, and a chiseled face. He is sweet, affectionate, intelligent, considerate, and my age. He is a beast in bed…and his cock. God, I love his cock. Why is it that I don’t want him as much as I want Jake?

  Chapter Seventeen

  October 21, 170 pounds and size 16

  Alicia brought in about twenty baskets of diapers for me to fold. I have barricaded myself in my office. I even ordered a pizza with all the meats.

  Olivia stops by to see how I am doing. She and Alicia are the only people I want to talk to. I just need to swim in self-pity for a while.

  “Have both,” Olivia tells me.

  “Both?” I ask in disbelief.

  “Oh, yeah…I have read those types of books. Two men…extra hands…an extra cock,” Alicia muses.

  I hold out my hands for them to stop. “You guys! Really?”

  “Well, I was thinking about having them separately, but if you really want to get freaky…” Olivia teases. “In all seriousness, you are not obligated to him. Hell, he has had his chance—every. Freaking. Day.”

  “Damn straight,” agrees Alicia. “Shit or get off the pot.” She winks at me.

  “How am I supposed to act the next time I see him? He saw another man fuck me in my foyer. He saw me in the throes of passion. He saw another guy get off inside me.”

  There is a tangible silence. “That is a doozy,” agrees Alicia.

  “Act normal. Don’t address it. It is none of his damn business! To quote Oprah, ‘I trust that everything happens for a reason, even when we’re not wise enough to see it.’”

  There is a knock on the door. Alicia opens it and in walks Jake, carrying the pizza with the pizza guy behind him. “Now, I know that you were not about to eat this pizza, right? An employees’ gift or something, right?”

  Alicia jumps up and takes the pizza from him. “Thanks for the pizza!” she yells on the way out the room.

  I give the delivery guy a twenty and tell him to keep the change. Olivia hugs me tightly and looks into my eyes, trying to communicate woman power and all those Oprah quotes through all the weird vibes in the room.

  “See you later,” I say.

  “Call me,” she replies as she leaves.

  Jake closes the door. He looks straight at me. In a hushed tone, he confronts me. “I thought we were…something.”

  “What? What are we? What were we?”

  “Did you not feel a connection?”

  “I very much did.”

  “So you decide to fuck another man?” he quietly, yet angrily, confronts me.

  “You are not fucking me,” I challenge him, just as angry.

  We stare at each other, unwilling to back down. I am both hurt and mad. I want to be pursued, wined, and dined. I do not want this. I want romance. I want the sex Daniel gives me, but I want it with Jake.

  He bites his bottom lip and heads for the door. I expect him to leave, but he simply locks it.

  “Not one sound,” he warns ominously.

  I am silent as he carefully places the stacks of folded diapers in baskets. He stands and kisses me with a passion I have never felt. He grabs the back of my head, capturing me in his kiss. He heaves me onto the table, tears my panties free—literally tears them—and eats my pussy like a starving man. His tongue teases my clit only to lap up my juices. He finally settles on sucking on the little nub. I grab the sides of the table with white knuckles. I need so badly to release my desire. I quietly repeat his name. I buck up, needing more. I grab his head and grind my cunt against his face.

  I know that outside that door, phones are being answered, diapers are being folded, and trucks are being loaded. Meanwhile, I am spread out on my folding table, having my pussy licke
d for the first time in over…I don’t know…six years? Maybe longer than that. I have missed this. I love the flicks, sucking, and fingering. Most of all, I love the enthusiasm this man has for devouring my cunt. This man wants me.

  Finally, I have Jake between my legs. This is what I have longed for. This is having my cake and eating it, too. All puns intended.

  Coming silently is a new experience. Usually, I am very loud. However, it is exotic. I usually glide through my orgasms, letting them take me wherever they may. This time, I am controlling my body and my orgasm. The intensity may not be as tremendous, but the duration is amazing. I just keep coming. Jake does not quit sucking my clit until he feels the orgasm subside.

  He stands, and I grab his face in my hands. I plant kisses all over his face. I lick his lips and tongue. “So good,” I moan.

  “Like pussy juice?” he whispers.

  “Love it.”

  “Ever eaten pussy?” he asks.

  I shake my head.

  “We may have to remedy that situation,” he muses.

  I look up at him quizzically. “I was trying to wait until this weight loss contract is up…seeing that other asshole get his rocks off in you the other night made me realize that I cannot wait.”

  “You want me? I mean…all this time?” I ask in amazement.

  “Hell, yeah. Don’t you think we have a connection? Me, you, and Michael. Hell, I am at your house every day. Haven’t you noticed something between us?”

  “Yes, I just did not think that you did. I am so fat…”

  He quickly swats me twice on the ass. “No more fat remarks. You look really hot.”

  “I cannot believe you have wanted me this entire time.”

  “You are impatient. I wanted to romance you.”

  “I am still game.” I smile coyly at him.

  “Business is still business, okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Nobody can find out. I could lose my job. My career would tank.”

  “Okay.”

  “Also, this pussy is mine. Quite frankly, I loved seeing you cum on another man’s dick. I wish I would have had a little warning, but normally, I would have loved it. I have had some threesomes. Love them. However, this pussy is mine. I want to be your home base.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “If you want to still fuck that fucktard, that is okay. I just want you to tell me about it in detail—as I fuck you. I would love to be there, too. Vice versa.”

  “You want an open relationship?”

  “No. That would mean that we could fuck whomever we want, whenever we want. I would like to be in the swinging lifestyle with you.”

  “I have never…”

  “But you know you’d like it…”

  I blush.

  “Do you want me?” he asks.

  “I do.” I start to pant as he rubs my clit.

  “I am the only man you let fuck you without a rubber. Got it? This is mine. I only want my cum in this cunt. Still on the pill?”

  “Okay and yes.” I am breathless, needing another orgasm.

  “We’ll talk about the swinging later. Right now, I have to break this pussy in.”

  I was not quite sure what that comment really meant until he takes his cock out of his pants. It is huge. I fall reverently to my knees to pay homage to the biggest cock I have ever seen outside of pornos.

  “Perfect cock,” I whisper as I look up at him. I run my tongue over the head. I have such a desire to deep throat it—to show him how much I want him. I relax my mouth, cover my teeth with my lips, and slide it slowly down my throat while moaning and sucking.

  I know I cannot last long. My jaw is already throbbing. I release it, and I look up at him while fingering my cunt. “I am so wet. Fuck me! Please!” I whisper.

  “Stand up and put your feet together. Bend over and touch your toes.”

  Now, I have done a lot of the bending over, fuck-from-behind sex. Never have I done touch-my-toes sex. I do as I am told. He grabs my hips and plunges into me. I am already slick, so he slides in easily. He fucks me slowly, savoring each thrust.

  “Pussy is like a vise. Got such a grip on my cock!” he whispers hoarsely.

  Thank God for yoga. This position is amazing, and I have yet to topple over. His cock is deep in me and spreading me to the point of almost being painful. This is a fucking that I know I will remember tomorrow.

  It is taking every bit of restraint to not yell out in pleasure. “Fuck me hard!” I demand quietly.

  “I am going to fill this pussy up!” he whispers to me. “Mine. This pussy is mine!”

  He savagely growls and thrusts wildly into me. I feel his cum warm my cunt, marking me—making me his.

  He pulls out, and we quickly dress. I look down at my torn panties. There are not salvageable. I have cum and my juices running down my legs.

  “I guess I need to clean up. You made quite a mess. Got it all over me.”

  He looks at the panties. “Sorry about that. Get back on the table and spread those legs. I’ll clean you up.”

  I do as he says and run my fingers through his hair as he uses his tongue to rid me of all our juices. I look down at him between my legs. I have longed for this. Passion…how I have missed it.

  He stands and wipes his face on his sleeve. “We will discuss this all further later. I know we both have to get back to work.”

  I don’t say anything. I just nod. He kisses my forehead and leaves.

  Alicia comes in a few seconds later. She pauses for a moment. “I smell sex!” she announces and raises her eyebrows comically.

  Chapter Eighteen

  October 20, 168 pounds and size 16

  The co-op will be at my house tonight. I have scrubbed my house. I simply love it when my house smells like bleach, Odoban, and Murphy’s Oil Soap. The trifecta of scents makes me feel like a domestic goddess.

  I have decided to prepare minestrone soup, pepperoni rolls, a basic salad, and a chocolate cake with chocolate pour over. I actually may indulge in a tiny piece of the cake and pour over. I definitely will have a pepperoni roll. How I have missed the sweet and savory goodness of homemade Appalachian food.

  Michael is sleeping on the couch. He fell asleep watching Tom and Jerry and playing with his dump truck. I quietly cut vegetables for the soup.

  My mind is still boggled by Jake’s desire for a swinging lifestyle. I never knew much about the lifestyle, which is often referred to as “The Lifestyle,” oddly enough. We have talked about it in depth. He explained the difference between soft swap and full swap. He prefers full swap—where we both have sex with others. He also told me about sex clubs.

  My very vanilla relationships pale in comparison to what he wants. All my relationships have been so simple, old-fashioned. I feel like he wants me to go from zero to sixty. How the hell does someone so young know so much more about swinging, and sex in general, than I do? Also, I still don’t get the big difference between swinging and having an open relationship, though he promises me that there is a difference.

  Tonight, Daniel is coming over with the co-op. I hope he stays over, so I can explain the situation to him. Jake wants me to fuck him for all that it is worth and tell him about it—as he is fucking me. I am so scared. I just never have explored my sexuality, but…I am so excited.

  I start on the pepperoni roll dough. It has to rise for two hours, so I am rushing, mixing the ingredients. I should have started the dough before I diced the vegetables. Clearly, I am not thinking properly.

  Olivia thinks that this is the coolest situation. She wishes her husband was as adventurous. That shocks me. Olivia would swing? Wow. How many people do I know who are secretly swingers? Jake assures me that it is a lot more than I realize. He guesses half the people I know swing. Surely, not.

  He asked me last night what I thought about seeing him fuck another woman. The question sent heat throughout my core. My pussy flooded. I rubbed my clit as I told him how much it would turn me on. Then, he fli
pped me around and fucked me roughly, telling me that he was going to fuck another woman just as roughly and make me watch him. I am not sure how many times I came. One orgasm just flowed into another. It was bliss.

  Olivia is going to pick up Michael right before the dinner. She wants me to get my “groove on,” so she can live vicariously through me. Why am I having so many doubts and fears? Simply because it is the unknown? A lack of self-esteem? Firmly ingrained mores and expectations?

  Yolo and all that shit, I tell myself firmly. I have a lot of time to make up for. Now is the time to do that. If my young, hunk of a boyfriend wants to have this type of relationship…well, hell, yeah! Really, can a person get enough fucking? I think not.

  The soup smells so great. The scent is mixing with the trifecta cleaning scent, which makes me feel domestically invincible. I look at Michael to analyze if I can take a shower before he wakes up. I determine that I can. I lock the doors, leave the bathroom door open, and shower. I quietly bring myself to orgasm, thinking of Daniel’s cock in me.

  Michael is still asleep when I finish my shower. I don’t dare risk blow-drying my hair, so I let it air dry for the time being. Jake texts me.

  Jake: Hi, sexy.

  Me: Hello. How are you?

  Jake: Busy. Working hard. Are you excited about tonight?

  Me: Yes, but I am nervous about his reaction.

  Jake: He is a guy. He will be turned on. Plus, you are hot.

  Me: You are so sweet.

  Jake: Make sure that you tell me all the details.

  Me: As you fuck me, right?

  Jake: LOL. You know me well. Think of me while he pounds that pussy.

  Me: You know I will

  Jake: Got to go. Talk later.

  Me: TTYL

  I grin, thinking about it all. I dress and work on flattening out the pepperoni roll dough and filling them. Then, I start the chocolate pour over. It is amazing how so many poor-man-foods have become cultural icons. Pepperoni rolls were a poor coal miner’s food. Cake with pour over is a poor Kentuckian’s food. Minestrone is an Italian soup that was originally made of left-overs.