42 Filthy Fucking Stories

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Will thrust his hips to meet her rhythm, as Jess wailed at the intensity of his hot cock stabbing her even hotter cunt. She leaned forward, digging her nails into the cool, grassy earth. Her ass bounced furiously up and down as the slapping sound of their bodies threatened to give them away. Jess was sure someone would notice them and come to investigate. Not that she really cared.

  Will pulled her down closer and kissed her, his fingers curled through her hair as she drove down on his cock harder. The sheer force of his hips thrusting into hers lifted them from the grass. Jess was amazed by his strength. She knew he was strong since the day that they met, but she never imagined she’d get to see his personal beast.

  “Mmmmmm,” Jess moaned. “Fuck me baby - fuck me good!”

  Will started fucking her even harder. She broke their kiss, then started nibbling him from neck to ear. She licked his ear and sucked on his earlobe. Will squirmed from the heat of her breath, and all the nasty whispers of things she would never say out loud.

  Jess knew Will was about to cum as the pressure mounted inside her sloppy cunt, and another orgasm unleashed its bliss inside her.

  They fucked with abandon, oblivious to their open environment, their kisses frantic as they drove each other closer and closer to release.

  Jess felt his body tighten as his thrusting grew even more rapid. He was close.

  She hoped he could hold out long enough for them to cum together. Most men were satisfied to explode whenever, but some of them cared enough to do it after the woman had cum or even better, at the same time. By the way Will had tenderized the folds of her body, she was pretty sure she knew what sort of man he was.

  Will moved his hands to her hips, and held on tight as Jess slammed her pussy down onto his cock. She clenched around his amazing shaft as she came, throwing her head to the sky with a scream as a debilitating orgasm swallowed her body and left her with a violent shudder.

  “Uuuuuuuuu!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Yes baby! I’m cumming. OH God YES!”

  Will’s cock erupted inside her, his thick, hot cum splattering the deepest walls of her dripping wet pussy. Warm jizz burned inside her, spraying into her searing hot hole.

  Jess rolled off of Will, laying beside him for the several minutes it took to catch their breath. “That was amazing,” she finally said, her body glowing from sweat and contentment.

  “You were simply beautiful,” he returned.

  “Better than Allison?” she asked.

  Will’s face made her giggle inside. He seemed to have forgotten all about Jess’s roommate, at least for the moment. And when he said, “Oh, there’s no comparison, Jess,” she believed him.

  “I think we better jet,” she said, returning to the reality of their hiding spot, certain someone had heard them, or at least had heard her final scream.

  They quickly composed themselves, peeking from behind the brush to see if the coast was clear. They waited for a momentary lull in traffic, then surfaced from the bushes and resumed walking as though nothing had happened, parting ways after Will gave her a light kiss on the lips and promised to call her later.

  When Jess returned home, all of her roommates were there. She told them about her wonderful afternoon, leaving out the part about screwing Allison’s boyfriend. She would tell her later when they were alone.

  Jess might have felt bad if Allison didn’t have another half dozen to choose from.

  She excused herself, then went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stripping naked while the water got hot. Her panties were caked with Will’s cum. She reached down and slid two fingers between her dripping lips, brought them to her mouth and slowly licked Will’s juices, savoring every drop.

  The warm water washed over her body as she stood under the nozzle, imagining their earlier shared passion. She didn’t hear the phone ring, and was startled by a pounding on the bathroom door.

  “What the fuck?” Allison yelled through the door.

  “Huh?” Jess yelled back.

  “That was Will on the phone. Why the fuck was he asking for you?”

  Jess smiled and touched her fingers to her lips. Finally, she yelled back. “Because maybe your man would rather be with me than some stuck up bitch!”

  There was silence on the other side of the door.

  Jess couldn’t wait until she saw Will again.

  XXX

  Chubby Jess: Fucking the Gardener

  “Jess!”

  One of Jessica’s roommates—it sounded like Allison—screamed from somewhere down the hall.

  Un-freaking-believable.

  Jess had three roommates, and every one of them preferred waiting until she was naked and in the shower before asking her a question. And it happened approximately every flipping day.

  “What?!” Jess yelled, doubting Allison could hear her, if it was even Allison. There was a loud knock on the bathroom door, followed by another call. Definitely Allison.

  “Jess?”

  “What? I’m in the shower!”

  “We’re going out,” Allison said. “I just wanted to remind you that Carlos is coming today.”

  Carlos? Jess didn’t know anyone named Carlos.

  “Who the hell is Carlos?”

  “Carlos! You know Carlos! The lawn guy! Tiny thing, with a hot body. Comes every Tuesday.”

  “We have a gardener? How come I’m always the last to know?” Jess shouted, turning the water off to hear.

  “We’ve had him forever, and I’m sure you’ve met him. If you haven’t, it’s probably because you usually work on Tuesdays. Our friendly neighborhood landlord makes us pay for a gardener because he doesn’t want our yard to look like shit. We fired the guy he used to make us pay for because that guy wanted $20 a week. Carlos does the same shit for $40 a month, and does a better job.”

  “Okay,” Jess yelled. “So what am I supposed to do with Carlos?”

  “Nothing,” Allison yelled, sounding irritated. “I’m just letting you know he’ll be here, just like he is every Tuesday. None of us will be here, you’re not at work, and I didn’t want you to get freaked out.”

  “Okay,” Jess yelled, then turned the shower back on to rinse off her lather. Allison said something else Jess couldn’t hear, but she ignored it and Allison went radio silent, probably storming off in a huff like she always did.

  Jess had three roommates, and got along reasonably well with all three, but she consistently had some form of conflict or another with Allison. And Jess didn’t care what Allison said; she didn’t know Carlos.

  Jess turned off the shower, stepped onto the tile floor, then dried her body and went to her bedroom to look for something to wear. She sifted through her drawers, then settled on a pair of comfortable sweatpants and an X-Large, loose-fitting tee.

  She looked at her naked body in the mirror and smiled. Her nipples were still hard from the toweling—large and pink and sexy. Just like her fat ass and giant tits. She stared at her body, smiling for a minute, then turned her back to the mirror and got dressed.

  Jess was big boned, at least according to her parents. But she had no problem with the word fat. She had plenty of rolls, and her massive tits sagged beneath their own weight, but none of it mattered to Jess. She was proud of her body. Not all men liked heavy girls. They usually went for thinner gals like her three roommates.

  But Jess didn’t mind. She had an outgoing personality, never took herself too seriously, and knew what she wanted, which all added up to getting all the cock she wanted anyway. Plus, she got to order from the good side of the menu instead of always ordering a freaking salad like Allison.

  Jess had had plenty “take one for the team” fucks, or ones where some horny asshole plowed her pussy just so he could eventually ream the open rose of one of her roomies. Jess didn’t care—if she had a good dick in her pussy, it didn’t matter why it was there, and guys who understood how good a fat girl could give it would never want it any other way.

  Jess was stretched out on
the recliner, in her sweats, watching Jersey Shore on the DVR when the doorbell rang. She clicked pause so she wouldn’t miss a moment of Snookie, then rose from the couch to answer the door.

  The man standing in the doorway must have been Carlos. He was small and lean, darkly tanned with corded muscles. “Can I help you?” Jess asked.

  “Yeah, I’m the landscaper,” he answered.

  Landscaper? Well, that sounded awfully fancy, and certainly worth $40 a month.

  “You must be Carlos,” Jess said, smiling. Carlos nodded, returning her smile.

  They stood in the doorway for a moment, neither speaking. Jess said, “Is there something I can help you with?”

  Carlos looked at the welcome mat for a moment, than back to Jess. His face softened in apology and he said, “I haven’t been paid in two months, and I need to get paid before I mow the lawn today.”

  Freaking Allison. THAT’S why she told her about Carlos coming today.

  “Yes, of course,” Jess said. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea you hadn’t been paid. That’s inexcusable. It’s $80, right?”

  Carlos said yes, and Jess went to fish $80 from her purse, cursing Allison under her breath. She returned a minute later with four twenties, another apology, and a sincere thank you. Carlos nodded, then excused himself to mow the lawn.

  Jess watched Carlos walk toward his pickup. He was homely as a mud fence, at least in the face, with an odd-looking nose and a too-high hairline, but Jess could practically see the tight torso beneath his shirt.

  Jess closed the door, realizing she had little if any desire to keep watching Jersey Shore, and decided to straighten the house instead. Once she’d cleaned the living room, glancing out the window several times as she did so, Jess realized that the reason she didn’t want to watch Jersey Shore was because it would keep her from facing the window, and thus Carlos.

  He was giving the yard his thorough attention. Carlos had already mowed the yard and was now trimming the hedges. Jess couldn’t believe how hard he was working for a miserable $10 a week, and thought it was total BS that he hadn’t been paid for the previous eight.

  Her looks out the window had all been passing glances, but Jess suddenly realized she had become stuck in a stare. The sun wasn’t burning, but it was rather warm, and Carlos’ gray shirt was soaked through with sweat. Jess imagined him working, shirtless, with his sinewy body gleaming in the sun, glistening from his musky, sexy sweat.

  Jess was suddenly horny, her mind turning dirty as her fuckhole went juicy. She kept her eyes on Carlos, teasing her right nipple through her t-shirt, imagining how her new favorite landscaper might tend to her own personal garden.

  Jess was about to go live out her fantasies alone in her room when she saw Carlos look at his watch and walk toward his pickup, then climb inside the cab.

  He couldn’t be leaving, since his equipment was still lying on the lawn. It seemed like he was just sitting, and Jess figured he was taking a break from the sun, maybe eating lunch.

  Of course—lunch! This was Jess’s chance, and she wasn’t about to let it pass.

  “Carlos!” she shouted from the porch.

  Carlos looked up, then a few seconds later his truck door opened and he stepped into the street and walked around the back of the pickup toward the house.

  “Yes ma’am?” he said, halfway across the lawn.

  “It’s a little warm outside, don’t you think? Wanna come inside to eat?”

  “Nah,” Carlos shook his head. “I’m used to the heat. It’s not like I’m not working in the sun all day, anyhow.”

  “I won’t take no for an answer,” Jess leaned farther out the doorway. “You deserve to cool off. Come inside for a few minutes. It’s nice in here, I promise.”

  Carlos smiled sheepishly, then nodded. Jess winked, then disappeared, leaving the door wide open. Carlos retrieved his lunch from his pickup then went inside, standing near the open door and looking around the empty living room.

  “In here!” Jess called.

  Carlos wandered through the house looking for Jess, eventually finding her sprawled on a recliner in the den. She had placed a dinner tray, with a large glass of ice water on it, in front of the couch.

  “I hope you don’t mind water,” she said. “Our fridge is mostly empty.”

  “Oh, no no no,” Carlos replied. “I love water.”

  He sat on the couch and unwrapped his lunch. As he ate, they talked a lot. Carlos was smart, too smart to mow lawns for $1 an hour, or whatever the hell he was making. He was single and had started going to college part time at night. He was a business major, mowing lawns because he’d been doing it since he was a kid. Carlos took pride in his work and had never lost a job. It was a reasonable way to pay his way through school, as the community college credits were decently priced. Plus, the yard work gave him a lot of quiet time to get his many ideas in order.

  The entire time they talked, Jess stared at his lean frame, imagining herself bouncing up and down on his lap, with Carlos’s cock stuffing the walls of her cunt.

  She wanted to make a move, but was nervous. Jess had never made the first move before, at least not with a total stranger. “So Carlos,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Are you seeing anyone?”

  “Nah, not really,” he shook his head. “My days are pretty long and I’m always dead tired by the time I get home.”

  “I guess you’re a busy a man, huh?” Jess said, getting up from the couch and taking his dinner tray to the kitchen.

  It’s now or never, sunshine.

  “I’m not worried,” Carlos hollered toward the kitchen.

  Jess returned a minute later with a fresh glass of water, handing it to Carlos and taking a seat beside him on the couch. “Ever been with a bigger girl?” She rested her chubby face on the flat of her palm.

  Carlos stared at Jess for several seconds, then slowly shook his head. She turned herself slightly sideways, smiled, then took his hand and set it on her massive tit. She squeezed his hand beneath her, closing her eyes and moaning, massaging her tit with his hand. When he didn’t pull away, she knew she had him.

  Jess slid her hand from Carlos’s, then grabbed her other tit, massaging herself with a slow, blended rhythm. She opened her eyes and saw Carlos staring at his hand. Jess wondered if he was shocked or enthralled—either was fine, as long as he stayed on the couch.

  “Do you like my tits, Carlos?”

  “Wow,” his breath was already heavy. “Yes, they’re nice and soft and big.”

  “Mmmhmmm,” Jess moaned, twisting her nipple through her shirt. Her nipples were overly large, like a fat eraser on a jumbo pencil.

  Jess stopped playing with her tit, then pulled off her t-shirt and bra. Her heavy breasts bounced free and Jess lightly laughed at Carlos’s hungry look, like a dog waiting to get fed.

  Jess grabbed the gardener by the back of his head and buried his face in her chest. He acted as hungry as his expression suggested, pulling her left nipple into his mouth and feeding on it as though he was a nursing baby—sucking, licking, and nibbling.

  Jess moaned, slightly arching her back.

  Jess rubbed her pussy through her sweatpants. She needed to feel Carlos inside of her, filling her completely. She rubbed faster as Carlos rolled her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and she thought she might explode.

  Jess pushed Carlos back and his eyes lit with shock at her strength. Jess had seen that look plenty of times. Being a big girl meant she was also strong, but men never seemed to realize it until they were beneath her grip.

  Jess peeled off her sweatpants, then nearly ripped Carlos’s jeans from his skinny body. His enlarged cock pointed at the ceiling, begging for her attention.

  She gave it, diving on his dick and stretching her mouth around his large bulb and swallowing him whole. Carlos loudly moaned as her warm mouth and slick tongue worked along the length of his shaft.

  Jess had swallowed larger cocks, but Carlos filled her mo
uth nicely and she slurped as though she were starving. Her hands moved up and down his thighs, and Carlos was panting loudly. She felt his cock twinge in her mouth with every flick of her tongue.

  She popped Carlos’s pulsing shaft from her mouth and inhaled deeply, catching her breath. His head was lying back on the couch, his eyes squeezed tight. Jess wrapped her large, soft tits around Carlos’s creamstick, then started rubbing them slowly up and down against it. Jess loved the feel of a man’s pipe-hard dick between her tits, and always imagined them shooting their load all over her chest and neck as she titty-fucked them into a spray.

  Carlos pumped his hips into her tits—faster and faster—as Jess squeezed them tighter together, slapping against his hips and thighs with every bounce. Jess was on fire. Another minute of funbag-fucking and she would shove Carlos inside her.

  Her pussy was oven-hot and water-wet; juices splashed the inside of her thighs.

  Carlos’s body started to stiffen and he moaned without control. He was about to cum, but Jess wasn’t ready for him to blast his spunk all over her. She let his cock slide from between her tits, then started to kiss and nibble the insides of his thighs, starting at his knees and slowly working her way to his balls.

  Jess gently grasped his shaft and stroked it slowly up and down, rubbing her thumb around the rim of Carlos’s cockhead—teasing his swollen balls with the tip of her tongue, then tracing the line from bottom to top, along his most sensitive seam.

  His legs quivered and Jess got even hotter.

  Jess reached back and ran her free hand over her big round ass, squeezing her cheeks as she swirled the flat of her tongue around Carlos’s balls. She pulled them both into her mouth, gently suckled them, then moved her fingers between her cheeks and rubbed them across her ass and slut holes.

  She slipped two fingers into her slick pussy, then pumped them slowly, softly moaning as she imagined Carlos fucking her hard. She stroked him faster, sliding her fingers in and out to match the rhythm.

  “How do you like being with a big girl so far?” Jess could tell by the look on his face he was loving it, but she needed to hear it from him. He had an answer on his lips, but Jess took his cock back inside her mouth, and all he could do was moan and sink his fingers into the back of the couch.