I still remember the exact moment my cock first pushed into her. It was raw and clumsy and hotter than anything I had jerked off to. I was twenty-two, still a virgin, and she was this thick, soft woman named Lena who worked at the same bar as me. We had flirted for weeks, her big tits always straining against her tank tops, her wide hips and round belly making every step look heavy and sexual. One night after closing she asked if I wanted to come back to her place. I said yes before my brain caught up.
Her apartment was small and warm. She didn’t waste time. Lena peeled her shirt off right in the living room and her huge breasts spilled out, heavy and pale with wide pink nipples already tight.
“You’ve never done this, have you?” she asked, smiling like she already knew. I shook my head. She took my hand and put it on one tit. The flesh overflowed my fingers, warm and yielding. My dick went rock hard so fast it hurt.
We moved to her bedroom. She stripped the rest of the way and I stared. Lena was fat, properly fat, with a soft belly that hung a little, thick thighs that rubbed together, and an ass so big and round it jiggled when she walked. She lay back on the bed, legs spread, and I could see her pussy already glistening between the folds. “Come here,” she said. I stripped and climbed on top of her, my lean body looking almost skinny against all that softness. My cock brushed her belly and I almost came right there.
She wrapped her hand around me and stroked slow. “First time, so we’re taking it easy,” she murmured. Then she guided me lower. I pushed the head of my dick against her wet slit and felt her lips part around me. She was hot and slick and tighter than I expected. Inch by inch I sank in, her fat pussy swallowing my cock until my hips met her soft mound. The sensation was overwhelming—wet heat gripping every inch, her inner walls pulsing around me. I groaned and she laughed softly, rolling her hips so her belly and thighs shifted under me.
I started thrusting. Every stroke made her body move in waves. Her tits bounced, her belly jiggled, and the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her filled the room. She was loud, moaning and telling me exactly how good it felt. “Fuck, you’re stretching me just right,” she gasped. I grabbed handfuls of her hips, sinking my fingers into the soft flesh, using it for leverage as I drove deeper. The fat around her pussy cushioned every thrust, making it feel even wetter and messier.
We switched positions after I almost came too soon. She got on all fours, that massive ass presented to me. I pushed back inside her from behind and the view was obscene—her fat cheeks spread around my cock, her asshole winking above the place where we were joined. I fucked her harder, watching the ripples travel up her back. My balls slapped against her and she reached between her legs to rub her clit, her fingers brushing my shaft every few strokes.
She came first, pussy clamping down so tight I had to stop moving. Her whole body shook, thighs quivering, and she moaned my name like a dirty prayer. When she finished she flipped onto her back again and pulled me on top. “Your turn,” she said. “Come inside me.” I lasted maybe ten more strokes before I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded. The orgasm hit so hard my vision went white. I pumped rope after rope into her while she held me close, her soft body cradling every twitch.
We stayed like that for a while, my cock still inside her, both of us breathing hard. When I finally pulled out, cum leaked from her swollen pussy onto the sheets. She smiled and ran a hand over her belly. “Not bad for a first time,” she said. I was already getting hard again just looking at her.
That night turned into the whole weekend. By Sunday I had fucked her in every position I could think of—her riding me, her on her side with one thick leg over my hip, me standing while she bent over the kitchen counter. Each time her fat body felt better than the last. I loved the way her tits smothered my face, the way her belly pressed against me, the way her pussy stayed slick and welcoming no matter how many times I came in it.
I left her apartment Monday morning sore, exhausted, and completely hooked. My first time wasn’t with some skinny fantasy girl. It was with Lena, and that soft, fat body taught me exactly what I wanted. I still think about it every time I jerk off.
