Fat bitches is need a loving too

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‘Hey Tommy, come out and play with us!’

Tommy was eating his baked beans on toast in the
kitchen when he first heard them. They’d arrived five
minutes ago. It was now a waiting game. Vicky and Carla
were two hot-blooded sisters who went to the same
school as Tommy. And because Tommy was the new guy, the
other guys had warned him that if they were ever after
his arse, to simply run and hide because the two hot-
blooded sisters would not let up until they got what
they wanted. They would eat him alive. As usual, Tommy
thought the guys were wildly exaggerating, as they
always seemed to universally be about innocent girls.
To his peril he’d ignored them.

Tommy lifted the toast to his face when he heard a
crash. The sisters were now throwing rocks at his
parents’ new house.

Fuck those dogs, he thought, and walked to the front
door. ‘If you bitches break anything you’ll be in
trouble. Stop throwing those rocks and clear off, my
parents will be home soon!’

The two sisters moved closer to the door and began to
twirl together, ‘Tommy, Tommy! Show us your knobby!’

Tommy flinched when he heard how loud the girls were
singing. Any guys from school in the neighbourhood
would call him a wuss if they could hear them out the
front of his house while he remained cowering inside.
This had to end quickly.

‘Why don’t you just piss off or I’ll call the fucking
cops!’ he yelled.

‘Oooohhh,’ said Vicky.

‘Aaaahhh,’ mocked Carla. ‘You’d call the police on us.
We just want to play with you, Tom-tom. Don’t be
naaaasty! We just think you’re hot and S-E-X-Y!’

‘S-E-X-Y,’ replied Vicky.

‘S-E-X-Y,’ repeated Carla.

Vicky laughed and slapped her sister on the shoulder.
‘I think our Tom-tom’s…a VIRGIN!’

The two girls began to speak softly to each other, an
occasional giggle broke the quiet conversation. Tommy
strained to hear what they were saying, he leaned
against the screen door. Carla looked over at Tommy.
‘So, are you Tom-tom?’

Tommy grew quiet and felt a hot flush rise through the
back of his neck. He’d never been with anybody. Ever.
He was shy and thought that girls were on a different
planet to him. He found it hard to even continue a
conversation with them, even when they were trying to
make the talk easy for him.

The girls began to giggle amongst themselves. ‘Would
you like us to sort out your probby, Tommy! We’re not
going anywhere anyway, ’cause my name’s Carla…’

.’..And my name’s Vicky…!’

‘And we’re soooo damned horny!’ Both of them broke into
laughter and began to walk away.

“We’ll see you at the Rock Point drain in an hour,
Tommy, and don’t be late or we’ll call you F-R-I-G-I-D”

‘Bring your tight trunks, Tommy,’ yelled Vicky, ‘and no
wankies before you meet us!’

Both of the girls walked off roaring with laughter…

*

Tommy was 18 years of age and NEVER, EVER had he met a
pair like the Driver sisters. He checked the latch on
the screen door to make sure it was secure. As he went
back to his cold beans and toast in the kitchen, he
wondered what kind of a fucked up family they belonged
to.

Where did they get their daring, their boldness to
front strangers like him from out of the blue and act
in this way? What kind of a father did they have? How
deranged was their mother? Were they living off the
streets? Their perversity was collosal! The question
that now entered his mind was what would the
consequences be if he didn’t meet them down at the
Point? Judging by their sudden arrival, anything could
happen, all options were open and he didn’t have an
imagination dark and perverted enough to predict what
these twisted fuck-ups could do next.

Fuck, what to do? What to do?

He began to feel anxious, yet at the same time he began
to feel this intense buzz of pleasure, of desire. His
cock began to stir as a cocktail of masochism and
perversion began to stain his once-innocent brain.
Thoughts of being at the hands of domineering females
whose dark desires were immeasurable and unfathomable
arrived with invigorating intensity. He knew that they
could take him on sensual adventures that he may never
return from. If he decided to meet them, would he
survive? If he decided not to, equally would he
survive? And this pair were sisters too!

Their verbal behaviour was already bordering on incest,
what the hell else had they committed to other poor
bastards up until now? He imagined a whole trail of
male victims in their chaotic wake of debauchery and
hedonism. He’d never met girls as open with their
sexuality as the Driver sisters and as direct and
predatorial to the opposite sex as they were to him.
Their blood was 100% Pure Vixen. A publisher would pop
a testicle if he ever got his dirty fingers on diaries
about what they got up to.

Tommy looked at the clock in the kitchen. The time was
now 4.30pm. His mind was buzzing. Should he jerk-off
before meeting them? He would probably be calmer, more
in control if he did. He began to get changed into his
swimming trunks. Pre-come was already oozing out of his
dick and into his pants.

This was too much. Tommy went into the toilet, closed
the door, locked it, and within five minutes blew a
thick load into the toilet. His tension dissipated with
the sound of flushing water. He felt more at ease. His
legs were shaking less now as he slipped each foot
through the holes in his trunks. He felt exhausted just
from the events after school. He still had to finish a
major essay on the New Zealand poet, James K. Baxter.

Only just yesterday had he read the introduction to the
author’s work, where the editor had included a quote
from James’ mother warning him about the promiscuous
girls that he was going to meet at college. Tommy
laughed when he discovered that James looked hard for
that type of girl, but never found one.

He thought it had rung so true about the girls of his
age, and felt as frustrated as the poet at not meeting
somebody like this. And now? Now, his experience this
afternoon had completely blown this idea apart. There
were girls out there like this. Seemingly rare, but
they existed. Real Vixens, the stuff of wet dreams that
pulled boys into manhood.

Tommy locked the front door of the house and let the
screen door close by itself. He took a beach towel with
him just in case the sisters didn’t turn up…

*

el mokaour = the ‘bottomless’

Tommy reached Rock Point a little after five and it was
beginning to get dark. He found the drain pipe after a
few minutes of searching, but there was nobody around.
He sat at the entrance of the chest-high pipe and
peered inside. There hadn’t been rain in weeks and so
the pipe was dry, even at the entrance. He waited for
twenty minutes before he began to grow restless and
even a little disappointed. Well, at least he’d turned
up he thought when he stood up, patted the sand from
his trunks and decided he should start for home.

‘Tommy!’

He turned around and looked back into the pipe. He’d
heard the faint voices of the two sisters.

‘Come!’

Tommy hesitated and then bent forward to walk into the
drain. His body blocked out much of the external light
and made it difficult to see as he walked further in.
With his arms out in front of him he kept moving
forward, only making brief pauses to check his progress
from behind. Gradually the lit entrance to the drain
grew smaller and smaller as he moved deeper into the
pipe. ‘Where are you?’

‘You’re very close’ came the echoing voice of Vicky.
‘Just a few more steps.’

Tommy walked a few more steps and paused.

‘Just wait there!’

He heard the sounds of footsteps slowly approach him. A
hand firmly grabbed his and slowly guided him a few
steps further. He felt the hand move towards his
trunks. Tommy strained to see but he couldn’t. He
didn’t stop the hand as it now began to rub against his
crotch. His heart began to race as he felt fingers
probe the thin lycra material.

‘What’s he like?’ whispered Vicky, whose voice appeared
beneath him.

‘Mmmmm…just like you thought!’ Carla murmured softly.
Her fingers now detecting a stirring beneath.

Tommy felt Carla’s hands slowly pull his trunks down to
his ankles before a steady hand guided him into her
mouth. Half-bent in the pipe, he felt her tongue swirl
around his dick, the sensations of her mouth began to
make him hard. The sounds of his cock being sucked
echoed throughout the tunnel and he began to detect the
restlessness of Vicky who appeared to be just ahead of
Carla. Had it not been so dark, he would have seen
Vicky naked on the floor of the pipe, squeezing her
nipples and rubbing her moistening slit.

‘Now!’ She gasped.

Tommy’s dick flew out of Carla’s mouth. Standing, she
beckoned him forward and then stepped behind him.
Grasping both his arms behind, Carla bent him over
towards her sister. Vicky’s feet held Tommy’s thighs as
he leaned towards her. He began to grow shaky as she
lifted him just above her.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Just relax!’ Vicky purred. We won’t hurt you!’

Vicky lowered him towards her. He felt her hand around
his shaft and something tight being worked down to his
balls. Before he could make a noise, Vicky had guided
him into her pussy. The warm sensation, coupled with
the moans of the woman beneath him, made him relax and
unprepared for the cufflinks that Carla had now put
around his hands. Vicky kept lowering Tommy towards her
with her legs, dipping his cock in and out of her
pussy.

Tommy began to feel a hoop constrict around his balls
as Vicky brought his face to her large, pale breasts.
She held him fast as she began to increase the speed of
his thrusting.

He began to find it difficult to breathe between
Vicky’s breasts…

*

Night Gift

Some weeks later, whilst lying in her bed late at
night, Vicky shifted restlessly in her sleep. Slowly
she reached under her pillow and brought something to
her mouth. She began to lick the object cupped in her
hands. Her tongue traced the wetness of desire all over
the leathery surface, the sweet protrusions, the hours
of pleasure that awaited her body.

In the darkness she moved the object to her breasts and
brushed it over her nipples, the coarse surface making
her body tingle and shudder.

‘Do you feel me now?’ she shuddered.

Vicky introduced the object to her stomach and round
thighs, tracing routes across her soft curves and pale
skin, returning it once more to her large breasts
whilst she rubbed her warm cunt-lips. Just by brushing
her nipples with the object made them stir and stiffen
with desire.

‘Do you see me now?’ she whispered short of breath as
she parted her thighs.

Guided by her hand, the object crossed her belly and
brushed her pubic hair before making its sweet descent
to her entrance.

‘Can you smell me now?’

Vicky moaned as she massaged her thick vulva with the
object, each slow circle pushing her desire further,
making her hunger for a powerful release.

‘Can you taste me now?’

Vicky felt her body tense up as she worked her clitoris
fast whilst, caught in a delicious grip between the
full quivering lips of her sweet, glistening engine,
Tommy’s wrinkled face twitched and shuddered.

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