I walked into the bar and spotted them right away. Two fat girls, both in their late twenties, thick thighs spilling over bar stools, their legs wrapped tight in sheer black pantyhose. One had on a short skirt that barely covered the curve of her ass. The other wore tight jeans that still let the nylon shine through at the ankles. I bought them drinks and told them straight what I wanted. They laughed but their eyes lit up. Twenty minutes later we were in my apartment, door locked, lights low.
The first one, Lisa, kicked off her heels and stood there in just her blouse and those pantyhose. No panties underneath. I could see the dark patch of her bush through the nylon. “You like fat girls in pantyhose, huh?” she said, rubbing her hand over her belly then down between her legs. I nodded and dropped to my knees. The second girl, Tanya, stepped behind me and pressed her thick body against my back, her own pantyhosed thighs squeezing my sides. She reached around and unzipped me, pulling my cock out and stroking it slow while Lisa pushed her nylon-covered pussy against my face.
The smell hit me first, warm and musky, the pantyhose stretched tight over her fat lips. I licked right through the nylon, tongue pressing the fabric into her slit. Lisa moaned loud and grabbed my hair, grinding harder. The nylon got wet fast, soaking with my spit and her juice.
Tanya kept jerking me, her grip firm, thumb rubbing the head every time she stroked up. “Fuck, look at him eating that fat pussy through the hose,” Tanya said, her voice low and dirty. She pushed two fingers into her own pantyhose and started fingering herself while she worked my cock.
I stood up, spun Lisa around, and bent her over the couch. Her fat ass looked huge in the sheer black nylon, the seam running right up her crack. I ripped a hole right at the crotch, fabric tearing with a soft sound, and shoved my cock straight into her. She was tight and hot inside, the torn edges of the pantyhose rubbing my shaft as I fucked her. Every thrust made her ass jiggle, the nylon stretching and snapping back against her skin. Tanya climbed onto the couch in front of Lisa, spread her thick legs, and pulled her own pantyhose down just enough to free her pussy. Lisa buried her face between Tanya’s thighs and started licking while I pounded her from behind.
The room filled with wet sounds, skin slapping, nylon stretching. Tanya reached down and tore a bigger hole in Lisa’s pantyhose, letting my balls slap against her bare ass with every stroke. “Harder,” Lisa grunted into Tanya’s cunt. “Fuck that fat pussy harder.” I grabbed her wide hips and slammed in deep, the torn pantyhose bunching around my cock. Tanya came first, legs shaking, thick thighs clamping around Lisa’s head as she flooded her mouth. Lisa followed right after, her pussy squeezing me so tight I had to pull out or I’d blow too soon.
Tanya took over. She pushed me onto my back on the floor and straddled me, still wearing her pantyhose. She rubbed her nylon-covered pussy up and down my cock, soaking the fabric even more, then reached down and ripped another hole open. She sank onto me in one smooth drop, her fat body settling heavy on my hips. Her pantyhose rubbed my thighs and stomach as she rode, the material warm and slick from her sweat. Lisa knelt beside us, tore open her own pantyhose further, and sat on my face again so I could eat her while Tanya fucked me.
Tanya bounced harder, her big tits swinging, the pantyhose making wet sticky sounds every time she dropped down. “You love this fat ass in pantyhose, don’t you?” she growled. “Love feeling that nylon on your cock while you fuck us.” I grabbed her ass cheeks through the sheer fabric and squeezed, spreading her wider. Lisa came again on my tongue, her juices running down my chin and soaking the collar of my shirt. Tanya leaned forward, her belly pressing against mine, and kissed me hard, tasting her friend on my lips.
I flipped them both onto the bed. They got on all fours side by side, two fat asses in torn black pantyhose presented to me. I took turns, sliding into Lisa then Tanya, ripping the holes bigger each time so I could fuck them deeper. Their thighs rubbed together, nylon whispering. Lisa reached back and fingered Tanya’s clit while I fucked her, and Tanya did the same for Lisa. They came almost together, bodies shaking, holes clenching around me. I pulled out and stroked my cock over their asses, shooting thick ropes across the torn pantyhose, the cum soaking into the nylon and running down their fat thighs.
We stayed like that for a while, breathing hard, the room smelling like sex and nylon and sweat. Lisa rolled over and pulled me between them. Tanya stroked my cock back to life with her pantyhose-covered foot while Lisa sucked me. Round two lasted longer, slower, both of them taking turns riding me until I filled Tanya’s torn pantyhose pussy with another load. They left the pantyhose on the whole night, holes getting bigger, fabric getting stickier. By morning we were all sore and grinning, the bed covered in ripped nylon and dried cum. They promised to come back wearing fresh pairs so we could do it all again.
