Fat and Ugly Sex


Big Floppy Tits

After a while I found myself watching her programme - some mindless soap - while kneading and caressing her tits, my hands alternately outside and inside her bra. We settled into a comfortable routine, much as you might absent mindedly stroke the dog while watching TV.

After a while she finished her box of chocolates, took the empty box off her lap and put it beside her on the sofa. She slid forward a bit, opened her legs, put her hand up her skirt and started to play with herself. Not that I could see what she was doing over her bulging stomach. But now that her thighs were not clamped together I could certainly smell her. If you're that fat maybe getting into the bath is not so easy.

When her programme ended she let her head rest back on the sofa and she closed her eyes. As she became more aroused she clamped her spare hand over mine, urging me to squeeze and knead her.

Then abruptly she said, "Go and get the washing up bowl, warm water and a flannel."

"Right, er, where..?"

She waved dismissively in the direction of a door. I pulled my hands from their warm hiding place and went to look. In the kitchen, all ready, was a red bowl and a flannel. I filled it with warm water.

When I went back into the sitting room Muriel had unbuttoned her dress and opened it and pushed her bra up to expose her tits. She wore no knickers. Open dress, bra pushed up, naked except for that. Rolls of flesh, and my god she smelled.

"On the floor, between my legs."

I knelt down as instructed. She started to wank and stroke her tits. "Just watch me," she said. Then after a while, "Is that water hot?"

"Warm," I said.

"I want it hot, very hot."

I returned to the kitchen and refilled the bowl with water too hot to put my hand in.

When I was back in my place on the floor she said, "Wet the flannel, put it on me, press it against me."

"It's very hot," I said.

"Just do it."

I wet the flannel and went to drape it over her sex. She took her hand away. I pressed the scalding flannel against her.

"Ow!" she went. I pulled the flannel away. "No, push it against me. Wet it again, it must be hot."

I pressed the flannel against her again and she squirmed with the heat of it then let out a satisfied sigh. "Oh, that's nice. Now wash me. Did you bring the soap?"

I went to fetch the soap, rather relieved at the washing instruction.

"Soap me up," she said. "Wash me, wash my arse too." She wiggled forward, her bum just on the edge of the sofa.

I lathered up the flannel and started to wash her cunt. I opened her, making sure I got the flannel into every smelly fold of her.

"Hmmm, nice," she said.

I lathered again and pushed the flannel into her arse crack.

"Hotter," she said. "It's not hot enough."

I went and replenished the bowl.

"Yeow!" she said. "Press hard, push it into my arsehole. Ow, ow, ow, ow!"

"Now this way." And she sort of slithered off the sofa onto the floor and onto her knees and knelt on all fours. "Wash me, really hot."

I slapped the boiling hot, soapy flannel onto her backside and pushed it with two fingers into her arsehole.

Her head raised up in pleasure. "Oh, hot again."

I soaped and scalded and probed her until she said. "More hot water, it's getting cold."

I came back with a steaming fresh bowl.

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"Are you clean too?" she said.

"Always," I replied.

"Help me get these off."

I helped her get her dress off, and her bra.

"Wash my tits," she said.

Her tits hung down, not quite to the carpet, and not quite as far as her stomach, but they looked very inviting in that position. I slapped the boiling flannel against them.

"Oh, yes, now squeeze my nipples hard through the flannel."

I did as she bid, scalding and twisting her gob-stopper nipples.

"Time for you to take your clothes off," she said.

She may have been fat, she may have been ugly, but I was horny as hell. I had my kit off in no time and stood proudly before her.

"Wash yourself," she said.

I dipped the flannel in the water and rung it out.

"No," she said. "Really hot, I want it to be really hot."

I wetted the flannel and slapped it onto my cock. Ouch! But after a moment the pain subsided and it felt nice.

"Turn round, wash your arse. Lots of soap, bend over so I can see."

I turned my back to her, bent over and applied the hot soapy flannel to my arse.

"Push it right in," she said. I did as instructed.

"Now wash my face with it."

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