Sex with a Fat/BBW Girl

I’d been calling this BBS for quite some time. It’s an adult BBS which caters mainly to the gay population. There are, however, a number of bisexual men and women who subscribe to the board as well. I had just gotten done browsing the profiles to see if I could find someone compatible to at least chat with. I went through the list and sent off a nice mail message to everyone who looked promising.
The next morning, there were several replies. One in particular caught my eye, it was from someone who’s handle was BBW. “Mark, I read your message and just had to respond. Thank you so much for your interest. Since you read my profile, you know a little about me. Let me tell you more, since you may not remember right away. I am 22, 5’10”, 225lbs, long blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasted, and bi. I hope you are not turned off by big women. I understand how you could be. Let me assure you that I keep myself squeaky clean and expect the same from whomever I’m with. Write back to me soon, Sharon.” We exchanged mail for quite some time, getting progressively hotter. I’d never been with so large a woman before and found the thought exciting. I’m 6’4″ and about 250lbs, not skinny, but not fat. All physical things aside, I found Sharon’s letters to be quite exciting.

We took it to the next logical step, we started phoning each other. My God, her voice. Within seconds, my cock was straining to get out! I was amazed! I’d never been turned on that much before just by someone’s voice. Sharon and I talked on the phone quite a bit, usually bringing each other to climax at least once during the call. I found out that she was married to a bi-sexual man. That didn’t bother me, so long as he knew about us before it went any further. She gave me his handle on the board and we chatted one afternoon. He suggested we get together for a threesome after Sharon and I had time to play together. I told him that I would consider it. Speaking of meeting, Sharon and I had been planning to meet for weeks but something would always come up. She lived almost 70 miles from me but worked almost halfway between us.

Finally, she suggested a hotel not far from where she worked. She would go in that morning and leave early, pretending to be sick. We agreed to meet at a Denny’s, of all places, so that either of us could decide we didn’t want to go through with it. I left well before I had to be there, anxious to finally meet my lover. I waited and drank cup after cup of coffee. Finally, she arrived, just a little late. I could tell it was her both by what she was wearing and her size. I got up to greet her. “Sharon? I’m Mark. It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.” We kissed gently and I knew I needed to sit down before everyone in the place saw my erection. We sat there and talked as we ate lunch. Our eyes boring into each other’s. Several times during the meal, I reached over the stroke her hand. She told me that she had been so nervous about this that she almost didn’t come in. She had sat in the car for almost half and hour. THAT explained her lateness! I asked her if she had any doubts now. She replied by calling for the check. She followed me over to the motel in her car and waited there as I checked us in. Once in the room, we put the DO NOT DISTURB sign out and locked the door. In many cases where passion has built up over a long period of time, I’ve found sex to be a hurried thing; grasping, grunting, groaning. With Sharon and I it was lovemaking. We kissed for what seemed like hours. Her lips were so sweet, her tongue so agile. I felt certain I would come without her touching me there.