FAT FUCKING AT THE WEEKEND - DAY ONE - THE MEET:

I was delighted to find that Richard had an erotic stories section on his cool site.  It meant
that I had a decent medium through which I could tell you about the following and other sexual
incidents in my life.  Of course, how much you enjoy the story depends on how much you can
identify with what's written in it.  

I have a terrible habit of walking or staggering into the house on a Friday or Saturday night
after too many drinks and hitting the internet relay chat.  Insomnia isn't just something that
comes and goes.  It doesn't care how much whisky you've had.  It doesn't have any regard for
the age-old technique of having a wank before you go to bed to try and tire yourself out.  And
if you have a PC, a modem and an internet account, it can be the most expensive "condition"
(for want of a better word) in the world!  

This particular Saturday night, I popped into Undernet, and looked to see who was online from
the United Kingdom.  I actually live in Ireland, but unfortunately, no-one from that part of
the world seems to have discovered the wonders of mIRC.  This particular evening, however, I
saw through blurred eyes, a channel called UKGirls and in it were two such lasses from the
South of England.  Off I went, in search of some flirting and late night chat to ease me into
Sunday morning.

One of the girls was called Shirley.  It seems that people are so keen to talk to strangers
about their private lives.  Especially the unhappy parts.  I know that most men on internet
relay chat are Aryan dreams, who drive sports cars, (uh-huh), work as scuba divers, (really?)
or professional ski coaches, (gosh!) and have two places of abode, one usually an apartment in
the city, (my, how exciting).  What I also know is that most women are wise to this, so the
truth is usually the best topic of conversation on IRC.  But something about Shirley struck a
chord with me, and I can only assume, the same chord was struck with her.  

Her husband hadn't had sex with her for over nine months - typical career man.  I had been
luckier, I have to admit, but my own working life was seriously beginning to curtail my social
life.  I was lucky to get out one night a week as it was - so my own sex life was being
severely cut back - not that I was any Hugh Heffner to begin with!  

Conversations take weird turns on IRC.  In the space of that night I found out that she drove a
clapped-out Vauxhall, had two kids, was back at college to complete a teaching qualification,
had a cat called Mitzi, and I also found out her e-mail.  Therefore as the meandering
conversation wound its way towards five in the morning, we resolved that if I was sober enough
I'd could e-mail her sometime and we would arrange another chat - preferably when her husband
was on night shift.

Strange how coincidence takes twists and turns in and out of your favour.  She was on Undernet
that night - but normally used Dalnet.  I only came home that night because a party I was meant
to attend had been cancelled - so I satisfied myself at the bar and went home at 1:00am.
Shirley was only on IRC at all, because her friend was in New York and they had arranged times
to meet for a chat, rather than use a phone.

Reader, you know what the upshot was of this chance meeting.  A few weeks of chatting and
flirting, and a one-to-one meeting is resolved.  When one party is in a loveless, sexless
marriage, and the other is in desperate need of a holiday and some fun, only one thing can
result when you find that you actually get on quite well, aside of all the on-line flirting.
However, it wasn't until quite close to this time, after hushed-up travel arrangements were
made and hotel rooms booked that we actually got round to exchanging photographs.  Here is
where you will need my particular tastes in women to appreciate my joy when the photo came in.

Bonus 1 - I am 25, she is thirty four.  To a young man like me, an older woman is always more
attractive.  Bonus 2 - she was a brunette.  I hate blondes! Bonus 3 - she was voluptuous.  She
was large.  She was fat.  I cannot put this politely, reader.  In fact, from here on in,
politeness is out the window.

It has always been one of my fantasises to fuck a fat girl.

So any doubts I had in my mind about meeting this woman were dispensed with.  After she'd
mailed me the picture, we went on IRC.

Shirley: Did you like the pic?
MacPhisto: I loved it.
Shirley: I'm sorry I'm a bit overweight.
MacPhisto: If you lose weight between now and when we meet, I'm getting the next flight home.
Shirley: I'm confused.
MacPhisto: All will be revealed when we meet and I can say it face to face!

I got my flight on a Thursday morning.  I had a business meeting in London - a one-off affair
that I decided to mix in with my holiday timetable - on the Friday.  So I guessed that gave us
Thursday night to go for a beer or two and get acquainted.  With trepidation, I picked up my
baggage and headed for the door.

First meetings are always awkward, especially if there has been a lot of sexual banter
beforehand.  The keyboard seems to be an easier medium that verbal discussion, but after the
initial ice was broken, we got along great.  She was as pretty as her picture had been, but my
God, she was big all round.  I could feel my dick twitch everytime I looked at her. We chatted
away.  We had a lot in common in terms of music, films, views on politics.  But after a plane
trip, a car journey and several glasses of wine in the hotel room, I was getting drunk quite
easily.  

We lay on the bed, talking and laughing at stupid things.  But any notion either of us had of
the rest of the evening being just chat and drink disappeared quickly when talk turned to
matters sexual.  I had cracked a joke when had sexual overtones.

"Dont worry," she said, "I'm not easily offended, you should know that by now!"
"Really?" I replied.
"Really," she said, looking me straight in the eyes.
"We've got each other for the weekend.  What would you like to do?" I said.  
She looked surprised.  
"What's wrong?" I asked.  
"I don't know.  Sex has just become such a formula, so boring, even on the rare occasions when
I do get it.  I don't know what I want!"  She paused.  "You'll have to lead the way."
"Wellllll....do you enjoy oral sex?"
"Of course - especially getting..."
"Doesn't everyone?"
We laughed. 
"What's your favourite position?"
"Doggy style - maximum penetration," she giggled, "especially when you're my size!"
"You know how you use the internet a lot," I said, "do you look at the porn?"
"How can you avoid it?  But honestly, I don't really.  Me and Judy get a lot of movies out
though.  We just get pissed and laugh our way through them.  Sometimes when I'm on my own,
though, it proves a useful substitute."
"Do you like it?"
"It brings out the wishful thinker in me..." she drifted for a second
"What's your favourite stuff, when you're browsing?" I continued, pouring us another glass of
wine.
"Don't know really - the cumshot stuff is very erotic.  But I've never done that...yet." She
laughed again.  " I don't think I'd like to try the whole anal penetration thing yet.  And I'd
definitely like to have two guys at once!"
She giggled, nervously this time.
"What?" I asked.
"Have you ever...erm...well did a girl ever...."
"What?"
"I know it's cliched and everything but....has a girl ever asked you to talk dirty to her
during sex?"
I blushed - it isn't something I've ever been asked to do before, I answered honestly.  

But it was obviously time to up the ante.  She had moved closer to me on the bed.  I could tell
that lingering loyalties to husband were still there, but they were disappearing fast.
"Shirley, can I kiss you?"
"Of course."

We kissed a long, slow, tonguing kiss.  I could feel her breathing speed up. 
I made her stand up beside the bed.  I stood behind her and slowly I began to unbutton the long
flowing dress she was wearing.  "By the way, why didn't you want me to lose weight," she asked
as the dress fell to the floor.  As she stood there in her bra and panties, I weighed each of
her pendulous breasts in my hands, and then quickly opened the snap at the back.  The bra fell
away and I pulled her closer to me, running my hands down her flabby sides and caressing her
ample buttocks.  "Because I've always wanted to fuck someone who's as big as you are."  

I pushed her back on the bed and ripped her panties off.  She giggled drunkenly, "It's just as
well I have quite a few spares!"  The giggles turned to moans as I greedily lapped at her
sopping cunt, her thighs wrapped flabbily around my neck.

"You still want me to lead the way?"
"Yes."
"Spread your legs - hold it open for me."

I leapt to my feet and started tearing off my clothes like a man possessed.  Here I had a woman
the size of which I had only dreamt of before - and she was like a blank canvas, waiting for me
to paint on.  I was sure as hell going to enjoy this.

I was naked, my cock throbbing with over-excitement.  I had to be careful not to get too
excited - I wanted this to last.  She was lying back with her legs as far apart as they would
go and she was holding her flaps open for my attention.  Her breasts were so large that as she
arched her back, they were resting against her chin.  I assumed my position on my knees again,
and this time probed the inner recessed of her honey-pot with my tongue.  How sweet it was!  As
she moaned, I ran my hands over her waist, fondling folds of flesh until I reached her
mountainous breasts.  

"You like that?" I managed in between slurps
"Yeah..more..I want more."

I pulled back and took my cock in my hand gently stroking it.  

"No.  I want you to finger yourself for me - will you do that?" I asked.  The hands, which had
so eagerly held open a passage for my tongue, now assumed a more exploratory position,
carefully rubbing her now-enlarged clit, and then one-by-one-by-one she inserted three fingers
into her gaping hole.  The mid-summer temperature was rising in the room and a thin veneer of
sweat was appearing over her body.

"You do that so well - I bet you get off like that when we chat at the keyboard, don't you, you
horny fuck."

Her moaning was becoming louder, her hands moving quicker around her cunt. She motioned for me
to approach her.  Eagerly, a free hand grasped my tool - it was moist and it begged for entry,
but not yet.

I knelt beside her head, and giving some support to her, she took my member in her mouth,
slowly at first, but then more eagerly, moving in time with the thrusts of her hand into her
twat.  I watched as her breasts swayed wave-like in time with this motion.

"C'mon, take it all the way in to your mouth.  I bet you've had a lot of cock in
there...well...have you, slut?"

"MMmmmm", I barely heard her say as I thrust my dick so far in she nearly gagged.

I looked to my left.  The ice bucket I had brought up from the bar was next to the bed.  I
leaned back and grabbed a couple of small ice-cubes. I held one in my hand, and said, "Open
wide."  I dropped it on her eager tongue.  As I stroked her nipples with me free hand holding
one ice-cube, she sucked my cock with the other in her mouth

Expertly she rolled her tongue around my foreskin, biting gently at my helmet, lapping her
tongue under my balls, all the time with the rapidly-melting ice making my cock sensitive to
every motion.  As our ice melted, I pulled away.  Taking her fingers out of her gaping gash,
she offered them to me - an offer I accepted as I tasted her inner-most juices on my hand.

I wanted to cum so badly, but there was so much more to do!  "Turn over", I commanded, and
obligingly she did so, raising that heavenly huge ass in the air.  "What now?" she enquired,
and giggled loudly when I produced from my travel hold-all a bottle of baby oil.  I opened the
cap and generously poured its contents over her back where it ran to her neck at one end, and
down the crevasse at her ass at the other.  I watched fascinated as the oil dribbled from her
cunt onto the bed.  Slowly I began to massage, in wide and then smaller circles, reaching under
her to her huge tits, groping them firmly.  

"Are you still sure you want me to lead the way", I asked, grinning wickedly.  
She looked at me.  "I'm yours - do what you have to do."  

I slid my hand down her back over her huge ass, and then slowly, ever so slowly, inserted one
finger into her ass.  She moaned slightly, and I began to withdraw it, thinking I might have
hurt her.  "No.  Keep going.  Another one."  Again I obliged all the time fondling her low
slung breasts and kneading the flesh on her back.  I twisted them, in-and-out, occasionally
pausing to lick the rim of her ass.  As I penetrated further, I could tell as she pushed back
that this was a new sensation for Shirley....and one that could be explored a little more fully
as the weekend progressed.

I knew what was coming next.  It was inevitable.  She knew it was more than just a want now.  I
had to fuck her.  It was all too much to hold back from.  My throbbing balls, her fantastic,
(to me, anyway), body, the oil, the heat of the room in summer, the tonguing, the licking, the
sucking.  "I have to do it now," I said.

Quickly, she turned on her back.  Spreading her legs again, and once more holding that
delicious, glistening pussy open again until it gaped, she said, "I thought you'd never ask..."

She guided my cock into her soaking hole - it slid in with hardly any resistance, but it felt
divine.  Slowly I began my rhythm, achingly slowly. I was so excited, I felt I could burst at
any minute.  Only sheer will-power was keeping me back.  I quickened the pace as her whimpers
and little moans grew louder.  I was on my knees at this point, helping her hold her legs back
so we could both watch the action.  Each time I pushed and withdrew, the fat on her body and
her immense tits rippled to-and-fro.  Reader, only if you have been there, can you imagine the
pleasure this brings...

She pulled me closer to her, her nails raking my back.  "It's coming close now, babe, just hold
out for me, its so close," she breathed in my ear.  Her breathing was quicker and quicker,
coming in little pants, her moans had become fierce.  "C'mon, faster!.  Harder!"  She was
reaching climax.  She held me tighter, her thighs wrapped around my buttocks and her breasts
pushed firmly in my face.  

"You fucking slut - you want it hard? Huh?  You want it hard?," I fucked with all my might,
pulling her shoulders downwards as I thrust my pelvis forward.

As I bit and chewed harder on those marvellous bubblegum nipples, she let out a gutteral groan.
Her body stiffened beneath me.  Her nails dug in.  I paused as I pushed forward at the point of
her deepest groan.  She ran her hands down to my ass and grasped them so hard I could feel the
tension that the past sexless nine months had indiced in her. 

She had cum, and cum well.  I paused again for a second - the sweat and oil had made a glorious
mess of us.  Shirley kissed me - "Thank you - its been so long," she laughed.
Now, it was my turn.  I thought I deserved it for the sheer will power alone.  I began to
plunge my cock in with ever more ferocity.  But for her it was an opportunity to take the lead.

"C'mon, Mac, you can do it.  Cum for me.  Cum for me.  Wanna cum on me, babe?  I'll let you,
just like those girls in the films.  You want to, huh?  C'mon."

She eased me off her, and sat with her back against the headboard.  Taking my cock in her hand
she pulled me forward until it was directly level with her face.  With her free hand she rubbed
one of her breasts against my cock, whilst slowly and smoothly yanking me back and forth.  The
friction was delicious.  

"You ready, Mac?  Are you ready to cum?  You enjoying this, huh?  Tomorrow, I might just let
you fuck my ass.....you like that, babe?  Want me to give it a little kiss of encouragement,
hmmm?"  

She took it her mouth and then so tenderly sucked it, almost with a minimum of contact, all the
time never taking her eyes off mine.  I could at LAST feel the tell-tale tightening in my
balls.  "I'm cumming for you, Shirley.  Pull it out..pull it out now!"

She moved her head back , and pushed the hand grasping my cock back til it touched my groin.  I
almost doubled up as I came, such was the ferocity.  The first spurt of juice let fly all over
her face, and I swear I could have heard a squeal of delight.  The second was directed at her
titties, which she immediately began to rub into her soft flesh.  The third, less powerful
spurt again hit her on the mouth, just as she began to lick her lips.  Exhausted I collapsed at
her side, while she rubbed the last of cum into her skin.  

"I'm going to have a shower," she said, "I think you caught my hair!  I can't go to dinner with
this instead of a hairband!"  I laughed.  She took my hand.  "Join me?"  Eagerly I got up and
headed showerwards.

The weekend had just begun.  Days two and three to follow.......