Dance with a fattie mom

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When I was 16 years old, my family and I were staying at a hotel for Spring Break that also happened to be the location of a BBW Bash, basically a hookup and relaxation and week-long party for fat women and people who like them. My parents tried to ignore it, but I was fascinated. I didn’t even like women (I still identify as a straight woman, just with a few exceptions) but the outfits and novelty of it all intrigued me.

So I did what any smarty-pants teenager would do and snuck into their opening mixer/dance party.

I must have stood out like a sore thumb! I was a skinny 14-year-old white girl in flip-flops, coke-bottle glasses, a halter top, and short-shorts. These were women of all races, most of whom were in their 30s and 40s, and dressed in elegant and sexy cocktail dresses. If you’ve never seen a 350-pound woman glide across a hotel ballroom floor in heels, you need to; it’s somehow the most graceful thing in the world.

I stood there gawking and gawping for a few minutes, then felt a hand on my shoulder and on the small of my back. They belonged to Janet, a Latina woman around age 42 who was nearly spherical. She introduced herself and asked me to dance.

Before I could really respond, we were cutting a rug on the dance floor, and she was GOOD. The DJ happened to play two slow dances back-to-back, and she pulled me in close for those, wrapping her arm around me and pressing me tightly against her. We chatted as best as we could over the music, and she seemed very cool. And when she slipped her hand down and squeezed my butt, I squeaked a little in surprise, but smiled at her and … um … moaned. I leaned and kissed her awkwardly on the neck, not sure what I was really doing.

When the “sexier” dance music picked up, she ground up against me and made me grind up on her. I twerked for her as best as I could, and she grabbed my hips and thrust RIGHT against my pussy.

Later, she took me to a table in the corner and introduced me to her friend Beth (a white lady a little taller and fatter than her, about her age). While Janet went to get us some drinks (my first alcohol ever!), Beth asked me all about how I came there, what room my family was in, how I tricked anyone into thinking I was 21, etc. She clearly knew what was up and only seemed amused by it. Janet came back, we had our drinks, and Beth pulled a blindfold out of her purse.

Janet and Beth played a game with me for a while. I was blindfolded, and they took turns kissing me or feeling me up, and I had to guess who was doing it. If I got it right, I got to kiss them back or do the same to them. If I guessed wrong, they took one item of clothing from me and either threw it away or kept it for themselves. 45 minutes later, all I had left were my glasses, and that’s just because they were on the table so I could be blindfolded. Eventually they took the blindfold off and Janet suggested we go up to her room.

They snuck me out of the ballroom and through the whole hotel with nothing but a towel on.

We got to Janet’s room, and I had the first sex of my life with two fat women who individually were three times my weight and age (or more). I was so bad at eating pussy, and I still am, I seemed to be good enough for them. We fucked for hours, from 9:00 pm through 2:00 am the next morning. I passed out sandwiched between the two women, and when I woke up around 6:00 Janet was slowly, slowly thrusting into me with a strap-on, trying not to wake me or Beth.

I had to wait in the room with Beth until Janet reported seeing my family all leave for the beach, apparently assuming I was find by myself. Towel draped over me, I ran to the room and got dressed and went about my day.

I hooked up with Janet and Beth a few more times over the week, usually by themselves and one last time for another threesome (my second, and it wouldn’t be until my wedding night that I’d have a third) and one raucous make-out session with multiple women in the hotel hot tub which I’m SURE my little sister caught a glimpse of.

Even though Janet “discovered” me, I actually preferred Beth. She always made it clear that she knew how young I was, and that just turned me on more for reasons I can’t explain. She also had an edgier, more taboo mystique about herself; on Wednesday night with her, she shared that she had fantasies of cooking and eating girls alive. When I asked if she wanted to eat me, she laughed, shoved my face into her belly, and said, “Of course! But you’re so damn sexy it would be a shame.” That night, as we fucked, I showed her photos m of my sister and she got even more aroused. I tried to set up a threesome, but only got as far as introductions before Beth called it off.

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