It was the Saturday after my encounter in the library. Needless to say, I’d been thinking of that gorgeously chubby girl, Breanne, almost constantly since then. Every night, I’d jerked off – sometimes more than once – while replaying the memory in my mind, remembering her straddling my face, her thick thighs soft and warm on my cheeks as I licked her Pussy, the taste and scent overwhelming and intensely arousing. I hadn’t seen her in person since then, although I’d been keeping a vigilant eye out.

That evening, I decided to tag along to a frat party with my roommates. I wasn’t much of a party person – I’m still not, really – but as a single, broke college freshman, what else was I going to do? The house was loud, crowded, dimly lit and smelling of sweat, cigarettes and spilled beer. I grabbed a red Dixie cup of watery lager, and retired to an unoccupied corner to sip my drink and watch the goings-on.

A couple hours later, I was on my fourth or fifth beer, feeling buzzed, bored, and a little depressed. I shrugged inwardly, drained my cup with a grimace, and started making my way through the knots of people clustered around the room towards the door. I was just in sight of the door when a hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

I stumbled, lost my balance, and crashed into the person who grabbed me. “Damn, you’re clumsy!” I heard a girl’s voice laugh. Regaining my balance, I got a good look at who’d intercepted me… it was her. Breanne.

She was wearing a blouse with the top two buttons undone, her copious breasts straining the thin fabric tightly across her body. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright and mischievous, and she grinned up at me. “Hey, I thought it was you! Come over here, I need to talk to you.” Without waiting for a reply, she took me by the hand and pulled me back towards the corner I’d just vacated.

“Look, I wanted to apologize about the other day,” she told me, leaning against the wall, one hand resting on her curvaceous hip.

“Uhhh… it’s ok, really,” I replied hesitantly, feeling the heat in my cheeks.

“I’m really not such a bitch, it’s just that I get cranky as hell when I haven’t gotten a good fuck in awhile.” She paused, her big brown eyes fixed on my face, watching to see my reaction. “And then I noticed you checking me out in the library – you’re not nearly as subtle as you think!” She chuckled. “Then after I start getting all Hot and bothered by you perving on me, you had to go jerk off instead of coming over to talk to me.”

“Sorry. I’m just… kinda shy, you know?”

“I noticed,” she deadpanned. “Sorry, I normally wouldn’t attack someone like that, I let my hormones get the better of me.” She grinned again, looking slightly tipsy. “Girls get hard up for Sex, too, you know.”

“Really? I wouldn’t think… I mean, you’re gorgeous.” I blushed again, but she smiled at me. “I would’ve thought you wouldn’t have trouble finding someone to-“

“Oh, sure, I could pick up some random guy here, but let’s be honest – most of the guys here would only be interested in a fat girl because they were drunk and needed someplace warm and wet to put their cocks in.” She shrugged dismissively. “I want to get fucked by somebody who appreciates what I’ve got.” Breanne leaned forward, exposing more of the deep gulf between her breasts, and looked up at me, a lascivious grin creeping over her pretty face.

Even I, oblivious as I often was, couldn’t miss the meaning of that look. “Ummm, so, do you want to get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she answered with a wry grin, and took my hand, leading me back towards the door. As we made our way through the party, I caught sight of one of my roommates. He glanced over at me, saw Breanne tugging me through the crowd, and after a moment grinned widely, flashing me a thumbs up.

Outside, I paused briefly to take a deep breath of cool, relatively fresh air and, I hoped, clear my head a bit. “So, your place or mine?” I asked Breanne.

She stopped, then turned back to me, looking thoughtful. “Well, I don’t know about you, but my dorm is on the other side of campus,” she stepped closer to me, “and I don’t want to wait that long.” She took my hand and brought it to her breasts. Her breasts felt just as amazing as they had in my fantasy. Soft, heavy, and warm, yielding to gentle pressure as I carressed them lightly. She tilted her back, eyes closing, and giggled softly. Emboldened, I brought my other hand up to cup her other breast through her blouse. Breanna bit her lower lip, leaning into my hands, her cleavage rising and falling as she sucked in a deep breath. “Now. Here”, she half purred, half growled at me.

I blinked and looked around. While there was nobody else by us at the moment, we were in plain sight of anybody entering or leaving the party. She opened her eyes and grinned at me, seeing my trepidation. “Maybe not right here,” she amended, “but I need you to fuck me, and I’m too fucking Horny to wait until we get to a bed.” Taking my hand in hers again, she led me away, not towards the street and the rest of campus, but around back of the frat house.

The muffled bass of the music inside was loud in my ears as we picked our way along the side of the house, the grass overgrown and littered with beer cans and cigarette butts. We rounded the corner into a small back yard. Dim flashes of multicolored light from the windows cast strange, oddly hued shadows on the decrepit little patch of neglected grass. I looked around uncertainly, but Breanne was already unzipping her jeans, and I found far more important sights to focus on.

Her hips did that hypnotic shimmy I’d seen before as she wiggled out of her pants. I swallowed with a suddenly dry throat as I saw those thick, creamy thighs laid bare. “Right here?” I asked.

Breanne turned around and leaned over, giving me an eyeful of her wide, round Ass, a sheer pair of dark-colored panties contrasting sharply against the pale skin below. She placed one hand on the wall of the frat house to support herself, then looked back at me, those big round eyes seeming to gleam in the dim light. “Right here,” she confirmed, her other hand reaching down to tug the crotch of her panties aside. She slipped one finger into her meaty Pussy, rubbing in a small, quick circle. “Right nowwwww,” she added, her voice dropping to a husky growl.

My hesitancy never had a chance, washed away by a sudden tidal wave of lust. I stepped behind her, fumbling at the zipper of my jeans for a moment, finally freeing my throbbing cock. Standing this close to her, I could hear the soft wet sounds of her finger buried in her Pussy, her soft breathy gasps, as the music pounded away inside. I glanced up at the window just above us – it looked dirty enough that someone would have to be intentionally peering out of it to spot us. Probably.

Breanne moaned softly but insistently. I reached out, caressing her Ass, and she pushed back towards me. I swallowed again, hard, then with my other hand guided my cock between her thighs, the head finding the warm, damp opening to her Pussy. Breanne abruptly pushed back from the wall, and we both moaned as I slid inside her.

I wish I could say that I began a slow, controlled act of lovemaking then, but all that pent-up horniness wasn’t going to stand for that. I grabbed her tight by the hips and started thrusting greedily, pulling her toward me as I did. Her fat Ass jiggled and rippled with each urgent, needy stroke, and I could hear the short, sharp grunts forced from her mouth as I pounded her for all I was worth. Over the sound of my thighs slapping against hers, I heard her start talking, urging me on. “Yeahhhh, that’s it, fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck my fat wet cunt!” She glanced back at me, lips parted. cheeks flushed. “You like my fat Pussy, huh? You – mmmmmffff! – like fucking fat chicks?”

“Mmmmmnnnn… yes.. oh god yes, I Love your fat Pussy!” I gasped back. I half imagined I could hear the wall creaking in time with my thrusts, Breanne’s whole voluptuous body pushing back against me. I didn’t care anymore if anyone inside noticed us; I didn’t care about anything at all except fucking her, the feel of her Hot, wet Pussy and the sight of her pale, wide Ass jiggling with each deep stroke so intoxicating I could hardly bear it. We were both moaning wordlessly now, with Breanne using both plump arms to brace herself against the wall and hold steady against my body slamming into her.

I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Frequent Masturbation or no, I was too damn Horny and she was too intoxicatingly desirable for me to hold back from Cumming. My muscles clenched and strained, my fingers digging into her pale fat hips. “Unnnnhhhh… I’m…. gonna…” I managed to gasp.

Breanne’s back arched, and I felt her pushing back against my thrusts with frantic vigor. “That’s… yeah… cum… for me!” she grunted. “Don’t… fucking… ssstop… uhhhhh….!”

I bit my lip, hard, straining with every fiber of my being to hold on just a little desperate while longer, while Breanne’s pale fat body began quivering and gyrating spasmodically. She threw her head back and cried out wordlessly, and it was that erotic snarl that send me over the edge too, my cock erupting deep inside her.

It took me a few moments before I could catch my breath, my thoughts clouded by alcohol and the lingering rush of lust and pleasure. Breanne was still leaning against the wall, head back and breathing heavily. After a long moment of comparative silence broken only by the dull thumping of the music inside, she turned her head to look back at me, eyes bright and cheeks flushed.

“God, I needed that,” she giggled, punctuated my a soft gasp as I pulled out of her.

“Me… me too,” I replied, still a little stunned but trying to play it cool. I watched as she pulled her panties and jeans back up, still eyeing her plump curves hungrily. Breanne raised an eyebrow.

“You planning on getting dressed, or were you going to walk all the way across campus with your dick hanging out?”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, right!” I paused, struck by what she’d said. “Across campus?”

“Yeah, I told you, my dorm’s on the far side of campus from here. You *are* going to walk me back, aren’t you?” Breanne stepped up close to me, reaching out to take my cock in her hand.

“Because I’m not done with you yet,” she purred.

*To Be Continued…*