ONE: DEV’S CHAPTER

Four years ago, Dev said goodbye to Nidhi at their college graduation party with a pleasant hug and an overly dramatic “I’m going to miss you!” After that, it had been surprisingly easy to fall out of each other’s lives. He left India for his MBA and she found work in Bangalore. Four years later, though, he was finally returning home. When Nidhi saw him post this on Facebook, she sent him a message:

Hey! Ohmygod it’s been too long. I’m in town too. Let’s meet up tonight?

He stared at her message for a good five minutes, feeling more vindicated than he ever had. Part of him wanted to reject her as payback, but he told her that he’d be happy to meet her. While showering later that night, Dev found himself thinking about Nidhi again. She wasn’t conventionally sexy – she was fat. But Dev loved her curves. He recalled the last time he had seen her – their graduation party. It was dark. They were all at a club. Nidhi was wearing tight blue jeans that stretched around her fleshy thighs and big, round bum. Dev got hard thinking about how he wanted her to sit on his face. For her top, she was wearing a silvery noodle strap party top. It showed off her smooth light brown shoulders and her ample, ample cleavage. Her massive breasts would bounce around with every move she made on the dance floor – it was very obvious she didn’t have a bra on. Dev recalled all the times he had wanked off thinking about burying his face in her tits. Her black curls fell in a pretty mess around her shoulders. She was pretty, with an oval face, tiny nose, and perfect pink lips. Dev jerked himself off as he thought about holding her hair up and fucking her face. About pushing his erection past her lips till he could feel her throat muscles gag around his dick. About showering her face and gloriously large tits in his hot, sticky spunk. Dev wasn’t inherently a violent lover but with Nidhi it was different. They were decent friends in college, but he had a massive crush on her. He was planning to tell her about it at their graduation party, in fact. But he hesitated for too long. He recalled sitting at the bar with his neat whiskey, watching Nidhi dancing provocatively with other guys. The more he drank, the more blatantly he stared at her. She was pretty drunk too. It was obvious. At one point, she was really getting in the zone – grinding slowly and erotically up against some lanky dude behind her. Her ass was pressed up against his crotch. His mouth was on her neck. His hands were feeling her up – thighs, waist, stomach, breasts. She was really enjoying it. She turned around and whispered in his ear. Then they both left the dance floor and walked towards the toilets. Dev turned back to his drink and sat there, miserable, until it was nearly 2 AM. He, along with everyone else, was getting up to leave. It was around this time that Nidhi appeared as well. Her hair was messier and one of her straps was falling off her shoulder. She saw Dev and hugged him goodbye and good luck. Dev hugged her back. He could smell the guy’s deodorant on her. It filled him up with bitterness and resentment.

It had been four years since that night. Dev had changed, dramatically. He had had sex more times than he could count, with women hotter than he’d ever imagined. His friends envied his social life. He was pretty happy about it too. But he never forgot about Nidhi. Every time he’d see her post a picture on Instagram, he’d remember that night and he’d remember how rejected he felt. He also couldn’t help but notice how, over the years, she had become even more beautiful. Just as curvy and sexy, and she dressed better and looked fresher and more attractive.

Dev wondered how the night was going to turn out as he slowly made his way to her house on Bangalore’s packed roads. Was it just a social visit? Did she want something more? Should he forget about what happened and be nice to her? Should he act cold and punish her, even if it meant being petty? By the time he was standing outside her door, he was about an hour late. And he was as confused as he had been when he left his place.

“Hi!”

Nidhi looked even better than he had expected. Her voluminous curls framed her smiling oval face. She was wearing a black blouse revealing more than a hint of her ample cleavage and a pair of curve-hugging maroon leggings.

“It’s been so long!”, she said as she hugged him. Dev felt her large, soft breasts press against his upper abs. It made his groin tingle.

“Wow, you look good”, she exclaimed, running her hands over his big shoulders, “come on inside.”

He followed her inside, shamelessly ogling at her swaying hips while she walked silently. With every step, a small wave rippled up her soft, large butt cheeks. Oh, how he wanted to bury himself in her flesh. They sat next to each other on the sofa.

“So”, she began, “how’ve you been?”

And so he started telling her about the past four years: how amazing the U.S. was, and how his office allowed him to have a good balance between his work and his social life.

“Oh, you’re seeing someone?”

“Nah, not dating. I just like to entertain the occasional lady friend, that’s all.”

“Hmm”, she nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear, “somebody’s become quite the ladies’ man!”

He laughed, enjoying the moment and hopelessly feeling that maybe she was a little jealous.

“I’ll get us drinks!”, she said and got up. Again, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass as she made her way to the kitchen. When she came back, he noticed she had unbuttoned a couple of more buttons in her blouse and was showing a lot of cleavage. Dev was actually nervous about keeping his eyes up now. She handed him a gin and tonic and sat closer to him.

She then got to telling him what her life had been like for the past four years – good job, living on her own, and so on. He wasn’t really listening. His eyes kept darting towards her chest. If she noticed, she didn’t show it. She kept talking, occasionally playing with her hair and touching on his arm. A small part of him felt she was flirting with him, but he couldn’t be sure.

She got out more gin and they got to reminiscing about college. They laughed at old jokes and the silly things they used to do. He was having a good time and the gin was working it’s magic. They were sitting very close to each other and her leg was resting on top of his. He also leaned closer to her as they talked away. At some point of time (he was too buzzed to recall when), she had dimmed the lights. There was a lull in their conversation, and he found himself staring at her. His eyes moved between her breasts and her lips.

“Whatchu looking at?”

He leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back, holding the back of his neck. Her lips felt as soft as he had imagined. They tasted of strawberry – and gin. She sucked on his lips and his hands cupped her breasts. She reached down to his pants but he broke the kiss. He looked away from her, picking up his drink again.

“Hey, what happened?”, she asked, inching even closer to him and moving her hand around his muscular shoulders. She couldn’t resist squeezing his muscles.

“I had a crush on you in college”, Dev said calmly, “and you never looked at me that way.”

Nidhi sat closer to Dev, pressing her breasts into his side. She touched his cheek and replied, “Dev, I’m really fucking sorry about that. I was an idiot in college.”

Dev looked into her eyes. She did seem really sorry. And she did seem to want him now. He leaned in and they started kissing again. Soon, they were making out violently. Her hand moved down to his erection except now she was rubbing it through his pants. Her other hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth closer to hers. His hands were all over her. He first squeezed her fleshy thighs over her leggings and moaned into her mouth. He’d been wanting to do that for too long. Then he reached up to her breasts and kneaded them through her blouse and bra. This made him even hungrier for her and he tore her blouse open – breaking their kiss and sending her buttons flying across the room.

“Fuck, sorry”, he said while getting a good first look at her massive bra-encased tits.

“Don’t be. I love it”, she said before she pushed him down on the sofa and started pushing her tongue in his mouth. He sucked on her tongue while throwing away her blouse and pushing her bra cups up to release her melons. She pulled his t shirt off his head and paused for a second to admire his body.

“Fuck, you’re hot”, she said, almost salivating.

“Right back at you”, he said while putting his hands on her ass cheeks and pulling her tits towards his face. She moaned as he went crazy on her breasts. He sucked and slobbered on them and but her fat nipples as she smothered him. His hands explored her leggings-clad ass and squeezed her butt cheeks as she moaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, Dev, I need you inside me.”

He patted her ass twice and she got up off him. She took off her maroon leggings and panties. He pulled down his jeans and boxers, letting his wet-tipped hard dick spring free.

“Holy fuck”, she said, looking at his thick, 9-inch whopper, “you’ve been carrying that thing around in your pants?”

“Yes, and all I want to do right now is shove it down your throat”, he said as he sat down again with his dick between his legs. Her nipples visibly hardened and her breathing quickened. She clearly enjoyed being spoken down to.

“Yes, sir”, she said and she knelt between his legs. She wrapped both her hands around his shaft and still had more than enough to suck on. But for now she was just marvelling at the sheer size and sturdiness of the erection while stroking it.

“You’re so fucking huge”, she gasps.

Dev smiles, saying, “Now you wish you had hooked up with me earlier, don’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

Dev grunted in pleasure and twitched his cock in her hands. She got the signal. Holding the massive penis head right under her lips, she spat out a massive glob of saliva and let it drop on his dick. Then using her hands, she lubed his cock with her spit. After doing this a few times, she opened her mouth and, keeping her eyes locked on Dev’s, she pushed his mushroom past her soft lips. He moaned in delight as she sucked his dick head and wet it with her tongue. He placed his hand on her head and pushed it down on his dick. She started gagging at 4 inches and Dev held her head there for a moment before releasing her. She spit up copiously and it all dripped off her chin on to her tits. Her eyes were also teary.

“Fuck yeah, Dev!”

“You like having your mouth used like that?”

“Oh fuck yes”, she says while furiously stroking his dick with both her hands, “I love choking on your big, fat dick.”

“Then open your fucking mouth, slut.”

She complied happily and tried to deepthroat him again. She goes half an inch lower this time. Just as she’s about to raise her head, Dev pushes it down again, making her choke even harder and spit all over his dick. She’s tearing up when he lets her go. Gasping for breath and red in the face, she says, “Fuck that was amazing!”

“Yes, but now I need you to get up and take this dick on your pussy”, Dev says.

“Yes, sir”, she grins, clearly enjoying Dev’s dominant side.

As Dev sits on the sofa, Nidhi sits astride him and slowly lowers her wet cunt on to his massive erection. They both moan as Dev eventually fills her up entirely, and she shivers and says, “I’ve never felt so full before, holy fuck!”

She slowly raises herself again until only his tip is inside her and begins another gradual descent. Tired of this, Dev grabs her fleshy love handles and yanks her all the way down his cock, making her squeal. He starts fucking her hard and fast, holding her plump body tightly close to his own muscular one.

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited to do this. Just to feel your wonderful curves against me while I ram into your dripping cunt”, he whispers in her ear. She bites her lower lip and starts to grind back and forth on his lap with his pecker buried deep within her. Grabbing handfuls of her ass flesh, he adds, “And I’ve waited far too long to do this!” before spanking her hard on both ass cheeks. She moans and asks him to do it again. He starts spanking her harder and harder while she rides him.

“Who’s your Daddy?”, he asks her lustily while between spanks.

“You’re my Daddy, oh fuck, Dev! Daddy please spank my fat ass!”

This gets him really hot and he picks her up with her ass and matches her towards the wall. He pushes her against it and starts pummelling her hard.

“Fuck, Daddy, I’m so close…”, she says, “choke me.”

Dev presses a hand against her throat and chokes her hard while he fucks her, knowing fully well she wants it. And soon enough, her fingernails dig into his back as she cums hard. Her pussy squirts copiously all over Dev.

He pulls out and she drops to her knees, smiling and satisfied.

She then looks up and says, “Will Daddy fuck my face?”

Dev grins as he grabs her hair and starts fucking her open mouth hard. He uses it like a sex toy and soon he too is on the verge of cumming. He withdraws and Nidhi barely had enough time to take a breath before he shoots copiously all over her face, hair, and tits.

She is shocked by the sheer volume of cum and proceeds to gather it and eat it off her fingers. Once she’s done, she opens wide and shows Dev what a good girl she’s been. Later that night, as they’re cuddling in bed, Nidhi says, “That was wonderful tonight, Dev. I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t have to. I’ve been wanting to bone you for a long time now.”

“I hope you don’t think I’m a freak.”

“You are a freak. And I love it. It’s super sexy.”

Nidhi kisses his cheek, replying, “By the way, some other college friends are throwing a sort of reunion party this weekend with whoever is in town. You want to go?”

“Sure thing, babe.”

ONE: NIDHI’S CHAPTER

It was almost daybreak when Nidhi opened her eyes. Dev was fast asleep beside her. She looked at his peaceful, sleeping face as she remembered what had happened last night and she smiled. She reached between her legs and caressed her pussy – she was satisfied and happy, for the first time in years. Yes, years.

She got up and walked to the bathroom. Wow, she thought, I’m actually a little weak in the knees. Her butt was still sore too. She switched on the shower, leaving the door open in case Dev woke up and wanted to join her. As the cool water made its way down her curves, she touched herself. She closed her eyes and thought about last night. Not only about how good Dev had fucked her, but also about how Dev confessed about having a crush on her. She knew he felt rejected and she felt sorry for him. But he didn’t know that she had been unable to successfully date anyone, ever. And it was all because of her insecurities surrounding her size. She reached out for her loofah, squirted some gel on it, and lathered her body. Her hairless arm pits, her breasts, her stomach, her ass. She had been fat all her life. And all her life, she had seen guys swooning after her thin friends. As a result, she was always insecure and jealous. And that’s why any guy who was interested in her – she drove away with her issues. As she cleaned her inner thighs, her thoughts moved on to the more fun parts of last night. Dev had fucked her real good. And, most significantly, he was just as rough and dominant as she needed him to be. He choked her, called her a whore, and spanked her till it hurt just enough. Of course, she wasn’t always like this. She didn’t always get off on being humiliated and belittled. As she let the cold water wash the soap off her clean, brown skin, she thought about how it had all started: the graduation party.

She was 22 and still a virgin. Her virginity hadn’t really bothered her during her college years as much as it did when college came to an end. She simply couldn’t think of herself as someone who graduated a virgin. No, that would be unacceptably sad and pathetic. The one thing she was determined to do the night of the party was get laid. So, she wore tight jeans and a flimsy, glittery noodle-strap top and downed more shots than she cared to remember. Drunk and desperate, she made her way to the dance floor and moved her body as provocatively as she could. Any guy she started dancing with soon made his way to another (thinner) girl. Of course, these guys never passed up the chance to grope her first. It was killing her inside: the constant rejection and fear that she was never going to get laid because of her size. At one point, some lanky guy came up behind her and started grinding against her. She pushed her hips back and began grinding against him too. He nuzzled her hair and moved his bony hands over her body: thighs, stomach, breasts. He kissed her neck and she felt a current course through her body. Her nipples were hardening. Her breath was getting irregular. She reached around and pulled his face closer for a little kiss. He squeezed her breast before whispering in her ear, “Let’s go somewhere quieter.”

It was happening, she thought. She giggled her assent and let herself be led to the ladies’ washroom. As soon as they were inside a relatively clean cubicle, he pushed her against the wall and began kissing her neck. His hands squeezed her ass before moving up her back to unzip her top. It was all a bit aggressive for her, so she tried to push him back gently, but he pushed her arms away and kept going. He threw her top away and did the same with her bra, letting her big breasts fall out in front of him. After a moment of just staring at them, he attacked her tits with his mouth. He licked and sucked and bit her breasts. He was smothering himself with them and kept telling her how he loved her big tits. She was getting really aroused too (although he was biting a bit harder than she’d have liked) and started taking off her jeans. He helped her pull them down her fat thighs, and then did the same with her panties. She was completely naked while he stood in front of her, completely dressed, sniffing her underwear.

“Aren’t you a little over-dressed?”, Nidhi asked him nervously with a smile.

“Sit on the toilet”, he told her.

She nervously obliged and he thrust his crotch in her face. She proceeded to unzip his jeans. Then she reached inside and pulled out the first penis she had ever seen. It was smaller than she had expected. It also looked flaccid.

“Well, go on. Suck it.”

She put the semi-hard dick in her mouth and began sucking on it. She nearly cringed because it tasted of urine and something else. It was kind of vile. As she slowly bobbed her head on it, it grew a bit larger in her mouth and stiffer. Then the guy grabbed her ears and started fucking her face hard.

“Fuck, yes, that’s more like it…”, he said as he abused her mouth.

She was about to choke so she put her hands on his skinny thighs and pushed his dick out of her mouth. She spat up on her tits and was coughing hard when he pulled her up and pushed her against the wall, face-first. Before she could ask him to take it easy, he pushed his now erect penis into her virgin pussy, making her squeal. He clamped a strong hand over her mouth to stop the noise as he began pounding her.

“Fuck, that’s a tight pussy…”

She was not prepared for his dick in her pussy. She had never felt so full in her life. It stretched her out good, way better than her fingers, and throbbed inside her as he fucked her. It felt good. But she wanted him to slow down. And she needed him to use a condom. She tried to speak through his fingers over her mouth but he wouldn’t let her. She tried to push him but for a lanky guy he was surprisingly strong. She soon realized that he wasn’t just being dominant or a little rough – he was raping her. She tried hard to get away but he had her pinned against the wall – helpless. She screamed but his hand around her mouth muffled it. Plus, the music was too loud for anyone to hear her. She was beginning to seriously sob as he kept fucking her. He kept fucking her for what seemed like forever before, horrifyingly, cumming inside her pussy. Even then he didn’t pull out, though. He stood behind her with his softening dick inside her and whispered in her ear, “Now was that amazing or what, fatty?”

“You raped me!”, she said through tears and gritted teeth, now that he had taken his hand off her mouth.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa”, he whispered, covering her mouth again, “don’t be saying stupid shit like that, fatty. You agreed to come back here with me. And I can feel how wet your pussy is around my cock. So don’t you fucking lie to me. Fucking bitch. I know you enjoyed it too.”

She was at a loss for words. The tears kept flowing down her face. The guy had pulled out of her pussy and was peeing into the toilet like it was the most normal thing in the world. She had been raped and couldn’t do anything about it. And he was right about one thing, though – her pussy was wet.

“Oh stop fucking crying, will you?”, he said, shaking the piss off his cock. She furiously turned to face him with her crying face. He stepped closer to her, looking her in the eyes.

“Listen, you and I both know why you were dancing like a fucking 2 penny slut on that dance floor. You were desperate for a cock so that you could feel attractive or whatever. So, don’t fucking turn this on me. You should be fucking grateful I fucked you – now you can say you at least got laid tonight. And let’s face it, if it weren’t for me, no other guy was particularly interested in screwing a heavyweight like you. So goodnight and goodbye.”

And with that, he picked up her underwear, sniffed them once more, put them in his jeans pocket, and left her. Naked, crying, and creampied. She felt his cum dripping down her thighs and it terrified her. She sat down on the toilet – and she could feel drops of his urine on the seat. She had never felt more degraded in her life. And that was the first time she had had a real orgasm with a guy.

That had happened four years ago.

After that night, she tried to forget about dating and sex.