Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2019 18:13:55 -0800 From: Jan none Subject: Memories of a fat Girl (Lesbian./Adult youth, oral, anal, g/FFF) Adult Youth, oral anal, g/FFF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com f you have any suggestions for a future story. Memories of a Fat Girl By Jan My mother was a cocktail waitress that worked the swing shift, so I was left in the care of babysitters and neighbors. I was a true latchkey kid. When Mom was home, she was either sleeping or entertaining a variety of men. I was a lonely child and hungry for affection. Food became my compensation, as a result, I was a fat child. The neighbor children we're unkind and my classmates were just as cruel, as a result, I ate even more. The babysitters and neighbors felt sorry for me and enabled my desire to eat. There was one woman, in particular, that sat for me. She was about 45- years-old and a dishwater blonde with unruly hair. She was a flabby fat bodied woman. When she lifted her arms, the flabby underarms jiggled like jelly. Her thighs were so fat that the friction caused the skin between her thighs to be discolored in big ovals halfway down the inside of her thighs. She had to struggle to bend over to put on shoes, so she went barefooted most of the time. She was proud of her cooking skills and spent lot of time cooking. She smelled of cooking grease. She delighted in watching people enjoy consuming her cooking. She also liked to pamper me. She liked to sit me on what little lap she had and play the mother to me. She would pull her big G sized breasts out of her dress and have me suck on her nipples. As an added comfort she would stroke my crotch. It was most enjoyable when I wasn't wearing panties. On the occasions when I slept at her home, she would allow me to sleep in her bed with her. She would turn her back to her husband and cuddle with me. She would pull up my nightgown and stroke my little clamshell. When she was particularly horny, she would bend her right leg and encourage me to get under the covers and lick her meaty pussy. The smell of her greasy pussy repulsed me, but I would do anything for approval and affection. It didn't take long before I not only became accustom the smell and even less time to actually crave the smell and taste of her pussy. It never occurred to wonder if her husband knew what was going on in their bed. She was one of many women that entertained themselves by using my desire for approval and affection. There was a neighbor in the apartment building that also looked after me on occasion. She was much older and her apartment always smells of Bengay. Like her house, her body always smelled of Bengay. She was a skinny and frail gray-haired woman. She called upon me to run to the store for her. She always hugged and kissed me when I returned with the items she requested. Eventually, she promised to make me feel good and slipped her hand under my dress and worked her long bony fingers under the leg hole of my panties and finger fucked me. I was too young to cum but it did feel good. Even though her breasts looked like small empty bags with brown nipples at the bottoms, she would lift them and have me suck on the dry flesh for long periods. She eventually had me suck her pussy. Her body reminded me of a skeleton with a thin layer of loose skin over it. The labia minora dangled between her legs like dark excess skin. When I sucked on her pussy the skin vibrated between my lips asking sloppy noises. I enjoyed many an afternoon between her legs. Then there was one woman that I fell in love with her the moment I saw her I thought she was the most beautiful woman on earth. I had seen plenty of pictures of attractive women in fashion magazines and even nudes in Penthouse magazines. I knew that the pictures had been airbrushed to remove flaws. When Mother introduced me to Iris, I thought that even the best of them would give anything to look like her. She had a figure that was stunning. She was five-feet seven-inches in her bare feet, luxurious brunette hair that flowed down her back to below her shoulder blades, gray eyes and a full-lips with a smile that showed her almost perfect teeth. She dressed very fashionably, and her taste was impeccable, and she always smelled good, with a variety of fragrances. Even when she was in casual clothes or planning on working in the yard her ensemble always matched. Whenever she visited or I was left in her care I almost worshipful. There were both men and women admired and pursued her company. I tended to be jealous of all of the phone calls from people seeking dates with her. I wanted her full attention. She was not modest at all when I was staying with her, she paraded around the apartment in various degrees of undress. Her skin tone was an even honey tan all over. I was well aware that her breasts were firm orbs with large mauve areoles and nipples. She had a small waist and wide hips. Her pubic area was trimmed with a small blue iris tattooed on the right side just above the bush. I wished that I looked like her. I learned the first night I slept at her place that she slept in the nude. She asked me not to put on a nightgown to come to bed with her. It was texting to smell the mixture of her perfumes infused on her sheets. The warmth of her body felt reassuring. Iris pulled my body closely against her body and placed her hand on my chubby pre-pubescent baby fat breasts. I surrendered to her every desire. When she rolled me over to face her I thrilled at the beauty of her breasts and lovingly sucked on her nipples. By that time, I relished the smell and taste of adult women's pussies. Iris also presented her butt to me and invited me to lick her asshole. I learned to enjoy performing oral sex on her asshole. I don't know if Mother knew what these women were doing, but it seemed that she should have known. There was a woman she I was entrusted to that could only be described as a dike. She was a tall muscular, short-haired blonde woman that was tattooed on most parts of her body. There was a portrait of a pretty woman with dark hair creating a frame around her face with exposed breasts on her shoulder. When she lifted her left arm there was a thick circle with a cross on the bottom tattooed on the soft flesh of her underarm. It is the symbol for woman. There were other tattoos as well, one of which was a tramp stamp on the small of her back. While in her care she performed oral sex on me and had me do the dame to her, but she also took my cherry both vaginally annually, her dildos. I learned that some of the girls that tasted me were happy to have me perform oral acts on them. When I grew up and left home, I did trim down but I would always be a plus sized woman. I have never gone without some young woman looking for a dike to boss them around. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com