42 Filthy Fucking Stories (34 page)

Will moved his hands to her hips, and held on tight as Jess slammed her pussy down onto his cock. She clenched around his amazing shaft as she came, throwing her head to the sky with a scream as a debilitating orgasm swallowed her body and left her with a violent shudder.

“Uuuuuuuuu!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Yes baby! I’m cumming. OH God YES!”

Will’s cock erupted inside her, his thick, hot cum splattering the deepest walls of her dripping wet pussy. Warm jizz burned inside her, spraying into her searing hot hole.
 

Jess rolled off of Will, laying beside him for the several minutes it took to catch their breath. “That was amazing,” she finally said, her body glowing from sweat and contentment.

“You were simply beautiful,” he returned.

“Better than Allison?” she asked.
 

Will’s face made her giggle inside. He seemed to have forgotten all about Jess’s roommate, at least for the moment. And when he said, “Oh, there’s no comparison, Jess,” she believed him.

“I think we better jet,” she said, returning to the reality of their hiding spot, certain someone had heard them, or at least had heard her final scream.
 

They quickly composed themselves, peeking from behind the brush to see if the coast was clear. They waited for a momentary lull in traffic, then surfaced from the bushes and resumed walking as though nothing had happened, parting ways after Will gave her a light kiss on the lips and promised to call her later.

When Jess returned home, all of her roommates were there. She told them about her wonderful afternoon, leaving out the part about screwing Allison’s boyfriend. She would tell her later when they were alone.
 

Jess might have felt bad if Allison didn’t have another half dozen to choose from.

She excused herself, then went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stripping naked while the water got hot. Her panties were caked with Will’s cum. She reached down and slid two fingers between her dripping lips, brought them to her mouth and slowly licked Will’s juices, savoring every drop.

The warm water washed over her body as she stood under the nozzle, imagining their earlier shared passion. She didn’t hear the phone ring, and was startled by a pounding on the bathroom door.

“What the fuck?” Allison yelled through the door.

“Huh?” Jess yelled back.

“That was Will on the phone. Why the fuck was he asking for you?”

Jess smiled and touched her fingers to her lips. Finally, she yelled back. “Because maybe your man would rather be with me than some stuck up bitch!”
 

There was silence on the other side of the door.

Jess couldn’t wait until she saw Will again.

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Chubby Jess: Fucking the Gardener
   

“Jess!”

One of Jessica’s roommates—it sounded like Allison—screamed from somewhere down the hall.
 

Un-freaking-believable.
 

Jess had three roommates, and every one of them preferred waiting until she was naked and in the shower before asking her a question. And it happened approximately every flipping day.
 

“What?!” Jess yelled, doubting Allison could hear her, if it was even Allison. There was a loud knock on the bathroom door, followed by another call. Definitely Allison.
 

“Jess?”

“What? I’m in the shower!”

“We’re going out,” Allison said. “I just wanted to remind you that Carlos is coming today.”

Carlos? Jess didn’t know anyone named Carlos.
 

“Who the hell is Carlos?”

“Carlos! You know Carlos! The lawn guy! Tiny thing, with a hot body. Comes every Tuesday.”

“We have a gardener? How come I’m always the last to know?” Jess shouted, turning the water off to hear.

“We’ve had him forever, and I’m sure you’ve met him. If you haven’t, it’s probably because you usually work on Tuesdays. Our friendly neighborhood landlord makes us pay for a gardener because he doesn’t want our yard to look like shit. We fired the guy he used to make us pay for because that guy wanted $20 a week. Carlos does the same shit for $40 a month, and does a better job.”

“Okay,” Jess yelled. “So what am I supposed to do with Carlos?”

“Nothing,” Allison yelled, sounding irritated. “I’m just letting you know he’ll be here, just like he is every Tuesday. None of us will be here, you’re not at work, and I didn’t want you to get freaked out.”

“Okay,” Jess yelled, then turned the shower back on to rinse off her lather. Allison said something else Jess couldn’t hear, but she ignored it and Allison went radio silent, probably storming off in a huff like she always did.
 

Jess had three roommates, and got along reasonably well with all three, but she consistently had some form of conflict or another with Allison. And Jess didn’t care what Allison said; she didn’t know Carlos.
 

Jess turned off the shower, stepped onto the tile floor, then dried her body and went to her bedroom to look for something to wear. She sifted through her drawers, then settled on a pair of comfortable sweatpants and an X-Large, loose-fitting tee.
 

She looked at her naked body in the mirror and smiled. Her nipples were still hard from the toweling—large and pink and sexy. Just like her fat ass and giant tits. She stared at her body, smiling for a minute, then turned her back to the mirror and got dressed.

Jess was big boned, at least according to her parents. But she had no problem with the word fat. She had plenty of rolls, and her massive tits sagged beneath their own weight, but none of it mattered to Jess. She was proud of her body. Not all men liked heavy girls. They usually went for thinner gals like her three roommates.

But Jess didn’t mind. She had an outgoing personality, never took herself too seriously, and knew what she wanted, which all added up to getting all the cock she wanted anyway. Plus, she got to order from the good side of the menu instead of always ordering a freaking salad like Allison.

Jess had had plenty “take one for the team” fucks, or ones where some horny asshole plowed her pussy just so he could eventually ream the open rose of one of her roomies. Jess didn’t care—if she had a good dick in her pussy, it didn’t matter why it was there, and guys who understood how good a fat girl could give it would never want it any other way.

Jess was stretched out on the recliner, in her sweats, watching Jersey Shore on the DVR when the doorbell rang. She clicked pause so she wouldn’t miss a moment of Snookie, then rose from the couch to answer the door.

The man standing in the doorway must have been Carlos. He was small and lean, darkly tanned with corded muscles. “Can I help you?” Jess asked.

“Yeah, I’m the landscaper,” he answered.
 

Landscaper? Well, that sounded awfully fancy, and certainly worth $40 a month.

“You must be Carlos,” Jess said, smiling. Carlos nodded, returning her smile.
 

They stood in the doorway for a moment, neither speaking. Jess said, “Is there something I can help you with?”
 

Carlos looked at the welcome mat for a moment, than back to Jess. His face softened in apology and he said, “I haven’t been paid in two months, and I need to get paid before I mow the lawn today.”

Freaking Allison. THAT’S why she told her about Carlos coming today.

“Yes, of course,” Jess said. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea you hadn’t been paid. That’s inexcusable. It’s $80, right?”

Carlos said yes, and Jess went to fish $80 from her purse, cursing Allison under her breath. She returned a minute later with four twenties, another apology, and a sincere thank you. Carlos nodded, then excused himself to mow the lawn.
 

Jess watched Carlos walk toward his pickup. He was homely as a mud fence, at least in the face, with an odd-looking nose and a too-high hairline, but Jess could practically see the tight torso beneath his shirt.
 

Jess closed the door, realizing she had little if any desire to keep watching Jersey Shore, and decided to straighten the house instead. Once she’d cleaned the living room, glancing out the window several times as she did so, Jess realized that the reason she didn’t want to watch Jersey Shore was because it would keep her from facing the window, and thus Carlos.
 

He was giving the yard his thorough attention. Carlos had already mowed the yard and was now trimming the hedges. Jess couldn’t believe how hard he was working for a miserable $10 a week, and thought it was total BS that he hadn’t been paid for the previous eight.
 

Her looks out the window had all been passing glances, but Jess suddenly realized she had become stuck in a stare. The sun wasn’t burning, but it was rather warm, and Carlos’ gray shirt was soaked through with sweat. Jess imagined him working, shirtless, with his sinewy body gleaming in the sun, glistening from his musky, sexy sweat.

Jess was suddenly horny, her mind turning dirty as her fuckhole went juicy. She kept her eyes on Carlos, teasing her right nipple through her t-shirt, imagining how her new favorite landscaper might tend to her own personal garden.

Jess was about to go live out her fantasies alone in her room when she saw Carlos look at his watch and walk toward his pickup, then climb inside the cab.
 

He couldn’t be leaving, since his equipment was still lying on the lawn. It seemed like he was just sitting, and Jess figured he was taking a break from the sun, maybe eating lunch.
 

Of course—lunch! This was Jess’s chance, and she wasn’t about to let it pass.

“Carlos!” she shouted from the porch.
 

Carlos looked up, then a few seconds later his truck door opened and he stepped into the street and walked around the back of the pickup toward the house.
 

“Yes ma’am?” he said, halfway across the lawn.

“It’s a little warm outside, don’t you think? Wanna come inside to eat?”
 

“Nah,” Carlos shook his head. “I’m used to the heat. It’s not like I’m not working in the sun all day, anyhow.”

“I won’t take no for an answer,” Jess leaned farther out the doorway. “You deserve to cool off. Come inside for a few minutes. It’s nice in here, I promise.”

Carlos smiled sheepishly, then nodded. Jess winked, then disappeared, leaving the door wide open. Carlos retrieved his lunch from his pickup then went inside, standing near the open door and looking around the empty living room.
 

“In here!” Jess called.
 

Carlos wandered through the house looking for Jess, eventually finding her sprawled on a recliner in the den. She had placed a dinner tray, with a large glass of ice water on it, in front of the couch.

“I hope you don’t mind water,” she said. “Our fridge is mostly empty.”

“Oh, no no no,” Carlos replied. “I love water.”

He sat on the couch and unwrapped his lunch. As he ate, they talked a lot. Carlos was smart, too smart to mow lawns for $1 an hour, or whatever the hell he was making. He was single and had started going to college part time at night. He was a business major, mowing lawns because he’d been doing it since he was a kid. Carlos took pride in his work and had never lost a job. It was a reasonable way to pay his way through school, as the community college credits were decently priced. Plus, the yard work gave him a lot of quiet time to get his many ideas in order.
 

The entire time they talked, Jess stared at his lean frame, imagining herself bouncing up and down on his lap, with Carlos’s cock stuffing the walls of her cunt.

She wanted to make a move, but was nervous. Jess had never made the first move before, at least not with a total stranger. “So Carlos,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Nah, not really,” he shook his head. “My days are pretty long and I’m always dead tired by the time I get home.”

“I guess you’re a busy a man, huh?” Jess said, getting up from the couch and taking his dinner tray to the kitchen.

It’s now or never, sunshine.

“I’m not worried,” Carlos hollered toward the kitchen.

Jess returned a minute later with a fresh glass of water, handing it to Carlos and taking a seat beside him on the couch. “Ever been with a bigger girl?” She rested her chubby face on the flat of her palm.

Carlos stared at Jess for several seconds, then slowly shook his head. She turned herself slightly sideways, smiled, then took his hand and set it on her massive tit. She squeezed his hand beneath her, closing her eyes and moaning, massaging her tit with his hand. When he didn’t pull away, she knew she had him.

Jess slid her hand from Carlos’s, then grabbed her other tit, massaging herself with a slow, blended rhythm. She opened her eyes and saw Carlos staring at his hand. Jess wondered if he was shocked or enthralled—either was fine, as long as he stayed on the couch.

“Do you like my tits, Carlos?”