Chimerical Affair

Frederik Madden has a nice shaft—with popping veins on its body, without the hood on its tip. If it were up to him, he would rock his pelvis against any moving object—even if it resembled a broom wearing a skirt, he would not mind—for he is the result of two overprotecting parents, his thoughts distance him from the people he considers “normal”. Gladly, his folks have softened with time, and now that he is about to reach eighteen years of age they left him home alone as they spend a weekend at Punta Cana. Thus, now he is an adolescent who feels a knot of love clogging his trachea to the thought of breasts, and no parents to cock-block him. However, he is limited to his comely girlfriend, Chimera, whom he invited over but her response appalled him, for she is more prude than a nun; she even prohibits Frederik from visiting pornography sites on the Internet—he still does, it is what men have dreamed of since the Stone Age.

“I have created fire! Pornhub’s next!”

They had had sexual intercourse, yet never in chancy scenarios. Frederik and Chimera have little in common, but they have managed to keep their relationship afloat, often judging other people in their conversations—criticizing others is a frequent subject for shallow people like them.

“I would never commit adultery,” Frederik told the walls of his empty house, “I am certainly better than that. I would never degrade myself and Chimera to such animalesque trait…” He mused. “However, if I were to be unfaithful…” Frederik pictured a high school colleague, “It would have to be with Amy, from Positive Thinking High School... Her small breasts, her fine waist, her short hair! Her slender arms, the way she moved them when she danced, her thin yet tanned legs, and her breath-taking face…” Frederik sighed like a smiling dog on a leash daydreaming of a good walk in the park. “To commit adultery I would need a proposition from Amy, wearing a deep V cleavage, assuring me that she is on the pill, having already an assigned place and time… Only then, I would cheat on my precious Chimera…” Frederik’s pocket chimed. Could this be it? He wondered. The impossible happened. Moments like these make Frederik think that life is written on a wall somewhere. How could Amy just text him right when he was fantasizing about her? Given that they have not seen their faces in years! “Hi, Frederik!” His lips read on his phone. “I miss you, sexy (Peach Emoji) I am home alone right now, want to cum by?” His heartbeat rose. Amy and Frederik had flirted in classes but never had a carnal encounter. Frederik thought: “Whether she is tits-stoned or went bat-shit insane, or this is a joke, or someone hacked her, or she is simply as lonely as me…” He decided to believe it was the latter and only managed to reply “ye” with his trembling fingers. She sent him her address. Two out of his four requirements were met. Firstly, Amy proposed sex to him, and secondly, she wore a deep V cleavage in her profile picture, which was good enough for him.

Frederik roared the engine of his parent’s car to life and drifted through the traffic like a desperate sperm, but he stumbled across a door instead of a latex embankment. Amy answered the door.

“I am out,” Frederik said, as the throbbing erection within his wan pants emancipated. Amy pulled him by the flannel shirt. The horny teenager recalled Amy more generously, high school had been only a year ago, but it seemed the girl had gained over forty kilograms these past twelve months. She was not the dancer, sexy Amy. She had become Fat Amy. It may not have helped that Fat Amy answered the door wearing but tight purple-leather lingerie, which cut her blood circulation on her neck, thighs, vulva, and breasts—a triangle on each boob—which were almost of blue colour. The grisly expression on Frederik’s face had little to do with the fact that Fat Amy resembled an average My Chemical Romance fan; but due to the protruding, long hairs erupting from her pink areolas.

She had arranged the food table for him, the obese sexual slave brought a glass of milk, and fresh pineapple slices from the kitchenette. She watched him eat, before lowering a hand beneath the table, the mushy sound of squashing jelly commenced. Frederik realised her cunt had an overflow of liquid. Oh, boy! He thought while gulping. If there is something his parents taught him, is to make love with obese women for charity.

With his flaccid worm out in the open, Amy got on her knees and devoured it hungrily, she flooded it with warm saliva. Twenty minutes had passed, and she was still enjoying her limp popsicle. Tired of pretending, Frederik took control of the situation and commanded her fat sex slave to pose on all fours, who grinned coyly and obediently. Her pink anus aroused Frederik a little. Will his dick arise and turn this awkward situation upside down? It did not happen, but the spanking made Amy’s libido shoot through the ceiling. “Fuck me! You cunt! Suck my tits!” She urged. Frederik imagined that sucking her tits would help his rod to erect. When a curly nipple hair got stuck on his braces, he longed to throw up. Her morbidly chubby breasts deprived him of oxygen. He gasped for air, but Amy pushed his head down on her, he resisted—his body became rigid as his face pretended to have the time of his life with her watermelon boobies. Fat Amy pushed him down. He had been in places cleaner than this—including gas station lavatories. A tear descended from his eye. He thought of desperate measures to end this torture, he was about to pretend having a seizure when his vision went full black. “I am going blind! I swear!” He was alarmed, but more happy to end this. Fat Amy pulled him up, he realised that the blackness came from her untrimmed bush—which smelt like the grease of a pinched zit. “Are you ready, motherfucker?” Frederik nodded and performed the worst oral job of his life. “Now get to the clitoris.” She demanded.

“I thought I was in the clitoris! I cannot see a thing in here!” Frederik made her feel embarrassed.

“Pubic hair is healthy, it prevents infections.”

“But I am eating the infections!”

“Fuck me! Please, fuck me.” Amy bade. He parted his lips from her disgusting chasm and attempted to wrap his slippery wiener in latex—the worst part being that he achieved to do so. “What are you waiting for, asshole? Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” The obese girl said, craning her neck—posing in doggy-style.

Frederik furthered his flan-like dick towards her dripping, vaginal cavity. Trying to insert it was like posing jelly. He thought that at least two minutes inside of her would be good enough to announce his departure. He was struggling, sweat blinded his eyes, and his desperation grew out of proportion. Frederik is known for being creative—a genius thought landed on his troubled mind. He introduced half of his scrotum inside Fat Amy’s cunt—the logic being that his testicles were currently much more firm than his prick. The girl’s eyes became white as she orgasmed over Frederik’s ball. His job here was done. “That was amazing,” He said, lurching towards a corner to retrieve his white pants.

“Wait. I want you to ejaculate,” Fat Amy announced.

“You know, I am a drug addict…”

“Oh, you will cum… All over my goddamn mouth…” Fat Amy pulled his thin body violently—towards the bed. “Get on all fours!”

It was unbelievable, she was rimming his asshole while caressing his wiener to life. Fat Amy performed a highly skilled manoeuvre: Her legs were interconnected with his, her mouth was on his cock, her elbows around his neck, and her middle finger up Frederik’s rectum. She sucked on his one-eyed trouser snake forcefully, swallowing all of its oozy liquid. His penis felt harder than a stone, its veins popped like the arms of Dwayne Johnson, it even hurt to ejaculate. Four arches of white sperm shot Fat Amy’s uvula. She gulped with joy.

“Wow… Amy… I am speechless.” Frederik confessed once he recovered his conscience.

“I know… See you next week?”

“You’re goddamn right.”

Frederik had learned something about life. Yes, he experienced guilt on his way back home, for he had cheated on his beautiful Chimera. And he could not help but compare the two gals. In spite of Chimera’s cuteness and sex appeal, she tends to sprawl on the bed—like a starfish—as she waits for Frederik to do all the action. Whereas Fat Amy did everything to bring his miserable worm to life. Frederik admired her tireless efforts. He also felt proud of himself, he had just ejaculated in his platonic love’s mouth. She may not be the same sexy schoolgirl, but she is the same person—only forty kilos heavier. Fat Amy did exactly what Frederik had always wanted from Chimera. The irony! Is it that attractive women are prone to lay back as the man does all the work for them? Is it an imminent paradox? If Amy were the same slim, slippery, hyperactive girl from high school, would she have made him ejaculate so strongly? No—Frederik knew the response—because a fat woman shags like it is her last opportunity. On the steep street back to his house, he mused about the balance of life, the balance of someone’s attractiveness and sexual skills, the balance of a diet, the balance of being free, the balance of relationships. Why be gorgeous when you can be the best at eating cock? To be free and happy, one must lower expectations; otherwise, it is just a chimera.