John walked across the pavement of the home improvement store parking lot. The day's heat made it feel like a barren desert, and he could see the rippling heat waves reflecting off the scorching asphalt. The high humidity did not help. He was only out of the car for thirty seconds and already felt like he needed a shower.

"No do-it-yourself home repair is perfectly planned, or perfectly executed," he thought to himself as he entered through the automatic doors. A 3/8-inch ninety-degree copper fitting may look close, but it is far from the correct fit when you need a 1/2-inch diameter. He could kick himself for not being thorough and causing a break in his work that sent him to the hardware store.

John quickly got what he needed and headed back out, anxious to make this trip as short as possible.

That is when he noticed a woman in his parking lane struggling to lift a forty-pound bag of mulch into the back of a small pickup truck.

Beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her hair looked damp and stringy. But what caught his attention was her size and how she was dressed.

The woman was big, overweight, and what would be politely called a BBW. She wore tight-fitting lycra shorts that hugged her tree trunk-sized thighs, fit her butt like a second skin, and accentuated the droop of her lower belly as it hung below her waistline. Below her belly, her fat FUPA and thick vulva were evident.

Her top was a thin, sleeveless printed T-shirt material that exposed her heavy biceps. But what caught John's eye was that she was braless, and there was nothing to prevent her breasts from hanging down in the way of the bag she was trying to lift.

As John walked past, he thought, "That poor woman needs help." Then he stopped, rolled his eyes, and turned around.

Walking toward her, John called out, "Hey, let me give you a hand with that!"

The woman stood up straight. The frustration on her face quickly morphed into a beaming smile.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed. "Thank you so much!"

As he extended his hand to introduce himself, John noticed her emerald-green eyes, which conveyed a natural friendliness. He also noticed her full lips and button nose, with a sprinkling of freckles lightly drifting from cheekbone to cheekbone. Her round face was pudgy but balanced. She was cute for a big girl.

John was also quickly distracted by her massive breasts that hung to each side of her protruding belly. The flesh of each stretched downward from the weight of her mammary glands, and her dark, three-inch-round areolae with their marble-sized nipples were evident under the sheer fabric of her top.

"I am John," he said, offering his hand.

"Thank you. I am Jennifer," she replied, accepting his handshake with a steady grip.

Six bags of mulch needed lifting, and John went right to work.

Jennifer looked him over. He was six feet tall and stocky but fit. His biceps stretched the short sleeves of his Dry-Fit T-shirt, which fit snugly across his chest. The rest of the shirt draped over his flat torso to his sturdy hips as he balanced on two strong legs protruding from his cargo shorts.

"I really appreciate this," Jennifer offered. "With so much going on, today is the only opportunity I have had to work on my landscaping, but the humidity is unbearable."

John bent over to grab another bag as Jennifer admired his tight ass.

"Oh my, he is a hunk," Jennifer thought to herself as she was overcome by a wave of arousal that gave her shivers. She was turned on, and she could feel herself getting moist.

"There you go," John said, loading the last bag. Then the thought hit him.

"So, how far do you need to go with this?" he asked.

"Not far," Jennifer replied. "I live on Sunbury Lane. Are you familiar with it?"

John was.

"I tell you what," he said to Jennifer. "Would you be good with me following you to help you unload?"

"Hell yeah!" she said, giggling.

John chuckled.

"She may look like a mess, but she has good spirit, and she's not some prissy little thing afraid to get her hands dirty," he thought.

Sunbury Lane lay between two main thoroughfares on the west side of the city, where tree-lined streets were populated with Craftsman Bungalows and Tudor Revival homes from the 1920's. Unlike most streets in the area, where houses practically sat atop one another, the small family homes had plenty of space between them. John loved that the houses were well maintained. It was a beautiful street.

Jennifer pulled into the driveway, and John parked at the curb.

He got out of his car and nodded in approval as he approached Jennifer.

"Nice!" he said, surveying the area.

"This was my Grandma's house!" Jennifer told him. "My parents lived here after I was born. We eventually moved, but they kept it as a rental. When I started making decent money, I bought it from them for a steal. I always loved it, and I am happy that it is mine."

She was beaming from her recollections; John placed her at around thirty.

"Old enough to know better but young enough not to care," he thought.

Jennifer had grabbed a wheelbarrow, and John loaded up the first three bags. She took him around the side of the house and pointed out where she had laid out a flower bed hugging the corner.

Beyond the corner, an above-ground pool connected to the back of the house by a small deck. The mix of sunlight and shade from the trees made for an enticing refuge from the day's heat.

A cooler sat on the deck, and Jennifer reached in for two bottles of cold water and handed one to John.

"Thank you so much," she said. "You look hot. Would you like to hop in the pool to cool off?"

"It's tempting," he replied. "But I don't have a swimsuit, and I don't want to take up more of your time."

"You can wear whatever you have under the shorts," Jennifer countered, "and it would give you a chance to wring out your shirt in the pool water. It would not take long to dry."

John hesitated and thought it over. He wanted to get back to his own project, but it was hot and muggy, and he felt like a smelly sweat ball.

"OK," he relented, taking off his shirt and stripping down to his dry-fit boxer briefs.

"Cool!" Jennifer exclaimed, and she did the same with her Lycra shorts.

"Whoa, wait!" John blurted. "I didn't think we were skinny dipping!"

"We are not," laughed Jennifer. "I am keeping my panties on and my top."

With her shorts off, the front of her waistband was obscured by the fat fold of her hanging belly. The rest of the front stretched tight over the bulge of her fat upper pubic area and disappeared between her thighs that were so huge there was no separation between them. From behind, the back of her panties formed a small triangle that passed out of sight halfway down the crack of her ass, revealing her two large butt cheeks.

John was astounded by how uninhibited she was. She might as well have been naked from the waist down.

Jennifer held onto a silver railing as she descended into the water.

"Oh, it's perfect!" she called to John as she bounced through the water to the other side.

John followed. His body heat was quickly dissipated by the cool water, and he joined Jennifer on the shaded side of the pool.

"This is very nice," he said before dropping underwater. He came back up in a flourish, using both hands to slick his hair back.

The water wasn't very deep, and the surface reached mid-chest on Jennifer. It made her thin top nearly transparent, giving John a more detailed view of her breasts.

The conversation turned to the house's history, Jennifer's improvements, and her DIY projects. John was impressed with her knowledge, and they shared favorite successes and laughed about their worst failures. It was fun and relaxing, but John kept catching himself enamored by her wet T-shirt tits.

After a few minutes of relaxing silence, Jennifer said, "This is the bomb, but I am ready to get out."

John agreed, and he followed her up the three stairs to the deck.

"That is one big naked ass!" John thought. "And those boobs..." he visualized them as he reached the top.

Meanwhile, Jennifer was in a storage box, fishing out some pool towels and turned around to throw one to John. She stopped before she tossed it.

"Did I do that?" Jennifer asked, looking John up and down.

John did not realize what she was talking about until he gazed down at his crotch and saw that his erect penis was stretching the thin cloth of his briefs.

He was speechless and dumbfounded and did not realize that his thoughts about her breasts and ass had aroused his manhood.

Jennifer walked toward him, gazing into his eyes and then at his encased boner.

"Wow," she said. "I have noticed all day that you could not keep your eyes from wandering to my girls. I bet you have never seen a pair of fat girl titties unleashed," she continued as she stripped off her shirt.

She was right. The closest he had come to viewing big, hanging breasts was on porn that featured a random plump girl, but none of them had tits like Jennifer's.

She held both of them up towards him, pinching the nipples as she brought them closer.

"Go ahead and touch them, John," She moaned as she offered them to him. "Watching you ogle them all day has got me hot."

John took both in his hands but couldn't hold them up. He let them down to sag to each side of her belly and rubbed them up and down, including her hard nipples.

Jennifer reached down and grabbed his hard-on from the outside of his shorts. It grew stiffer with each stroke. She could feel it throb underneath the fabric, and she quickly dropped to her knees, lowered his waistband, and took him in her mouth.

His cock had grown stiffer, and Jennifer had problems getting its seven inches all the way in without gagging.

She took it out of her mouth to admire it. Its thickness throbbed in her hand as she followed the engorged veins that ran up his shaft like a wild vine. His head was purplish-grey, and a small drop of precum had secreted from the tip.

"Your cock is beautiful," she said before licking off the droplet and taking the shaft back into her mouth. She cupped his large balls with her free hand while the other gripped the base of his member. She couldn't wait to get it into her fat wet pussy and feel it deep inside her.

She stood up, steadied herself, and said, "Let's go inside."

John followed. He had been enjoying the blow job, and he was horned up!

He knew where this was leading, but he was already enraptured by her big breasts and massive ass. He was ready for some pussy, and he could not believe that he was hot to see what her big cunt was going to look like.

Jennifer led John straight to her bedroom, pulled her wet panties down from under her belly and out of her ass, and climbed on top of her bed. Facing John, she lay on her back on a stack of pillows, propped up in a reclining position. She bent her knees and spread her fat thighs and exposed her vagina to him. The inside of each colossal trunk was pigmented from years of the fatty mass rubbing together.

Her pubic area was shaved smooth, and the large upper area was melon-sized. A deep dimple three-fourths of the way down her FUPA capped the beginning of her wrinkled slit that slithered between the two bulbous lobes of her vulva and continued down to the crack of her ass.

John removed his shorts and fondled his hard-on, mesmerized by what Jennifer had on display.

He continued to watch as Jennifer used two hands to spread her slit, exposing her pussy. Curtains diffused the outside light, keeping the room dim and cool, but the low light did not hamper the visible juices that glistened inside her cunt. Jennifer took two fingers to where her labia met and pushed back the hood that covered her bean-sized clit. She gave it a rub and let out a deep moan.

"Get up here and eat my pussy before you fuck me, John," she demanded.

John complied by climbing up the foot of the bed, thinking this was the most unconventional sex act he had ever performed. Not that he had not eaten pussy. He had gone down on plenty of typically sized women, but he was about to tongue a woman nearly three times the weight of his average partner.

The earlier swim helped to cleanse Jennifer's vagina of any odious odors of trapped perspiration, but it could not mask the scent of arousal emanating from her between her loins. John always found the smell of female sex intoxicating, and he was ready to dive in for a taste.

He first lapped at the flesh of her vulva and sampled the skin surrounding her love nest. He worked inward toward the aperture of her pussy, the taste becoming saltier and more pungent. Then he decided to dive in deep. John found her labia and sucked on the skinfolds of each one, making Jenifer shudder and moan, but he was going to have to go deeper if he wanted to tongue her hole.

John forced his face forward, his jaw disappearing into the crevice of her cooch. He received the full taste of her juices and lapped at the source, tongue fucking her hole to elicit more.

Jennifer shivered and tried to spread wider to let John go deeper.

"Oh my God!" she blurted, breathless. "You really know how to eat pussy!"

Her succulent cunt wasn't all John was after. He withdrew from her pussy to catch his breath and, with his two hands, spread her labia, exposing her hard, protruding clit sticking out of the sheath where her labia met. Jennifer's clitoris looked like a miniature cock head with its own small frenulum on its underside.

John had always been enraptured by the sight of a hard, pronounced clit, and he went back in to give it a lick. Then another harder lick, followed by putting it between his lips to give it a good sucking.

"Oh fuck!" Jennifer yelped as a small gush of her juices exploded from her fat cunt.

"Stop and put your cock in me! I want you in me," she demanded.

John moved up between her legs and positioned his cock at her slit. He rubbed the head up and down inside her wet crevice before finding her hole, then he plunged in. He wasted no time in boning her fast and hard and reveled in watching her tits bounce up and down, and her belly undulate with each hump.

He hooked his arms under her knees to bring her legs further up and apart, and he looked down and saw his thick cock disappear into the chunky flesh surrounding her shaved pussy.

"Oh my God," he grunted.

Jennifer could not remember a time that she was fucked so hard. She could feel the girth of his seven-inch cock stretch the inner walls of her vagina, and each time he hit it, her clit felt like it was being whipped.

Her legs were getting fatigued, and she wanted to change positions.

"Let's change it up!" Jennifer said, pressing her hands against John's chest.

John slowed down and withdrew his cock. Her whole pubic area glimmered in the dim lighting from her juices. He bent over and licked her smooth FUPA and vulva for a taste, and he reached into her slit to give her clit a hard rub, which resulted in a quick yelp from Jennifer and another gush of fluids from her Who-Ha.

"I want to take you on top," Jennifer said as they repositioned themselves.

John lay on his back, his head propped up by the pillows. Jennifer squatted over him and grappled his cock to guide him in. But first, she rubbed his head deep in her crack and against her clit. She shivered, and another gush of cum showered his cock and balls.

"Fuck!" Jennifer yelled. "I have never cum so much," she continued as she inserted his manhood into her hole.

Jennifer slowly lowered herself and ground against his crotch as she put the full weight of her body on him. She rocked back and forth, enjoying the feeling of his erection far up in her cunt. The rocking continued. Her clit rubbed against his pubic area.

John marveled at her hanging breasts and how her fat belly splayed over his lower torso. He felt her pussy throb and constrict around his cock, and he could feel his loin muscles starting to tense and the tingling of his balls that prefaced his oncoming orgasm.

Jennifer suddenly shifted from leaning forward to sitting up. Arching her back, her big titties bounced as her hips thrust forward and back. John grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples. Her breathing was deep and rapid as she worked towards another orgasm.

John could feel her orgasm coming on as her cunt got tighter and their union got wetter. His own orgasm was welling up, and he knew he could not hold back much longer.

"Fuck, Jennifer. I am going to cum," he blurted.

"Oh yes! Fill my pussy. Cum for me, baby, Cum in my fat cunt!" she demanded as she started to shiver and shake as her own climax hit her.

"Fuck!" John grunted as the first shot of sperm exploded deep in her.

He continued to shoot wads as he bucked his hips up into her groin. The flow of jizz seemed to keep squirting as he filled her.

Jennifer, her orgasm complete, finally collapsed on top of him, putting her full weight over his torso and chest. Her breast smashed between their bodies. She lay on top of him, catching her breath. His cock was still embedded in her pussy.

John could not describe the feeling of being trapped and helpless under the naked body of a fat woman, but it had its own strange eroticism to it. His cock slowly waned and eventually flopped out of her pussy. The fluids cream pied out of her cunt, adding to the mess of her multiple orgasms. The room smelled of sweat and sex. He took it all in, exhausted.

They lay there in the afterglow of their sex until Jennifer was ready to get up and release John from her heaviness.

She stood by the bed and admired his body and his now flaccid cock. It was still beautiful in length and girth and was covered in cum and her orgasmic juices. She knelt beside the bed and took it in her mouth, savoring the taste of both their emissions. John flinched from the sensitivity of his glands and moaned from the agony and the pleasure of getting his cock sucked.

Jennifer loved the taste of John's ejaculation mixed with her own, and after getting every last drop, she removed his cock from her mouth, gave it some light kisses, and gently laid it down on his wet crotch.

Satisfied, she stood up and patted John's thigh.

"I am going to go clean up," she said, then turned and walked toward the bathroom.

John watched her jiggly ass sway as she walked away.

"What just happened?" he thought. "I would have never put the move on any fat girl for sex. Yet, here I am, worn out and blown away."

Jennifer returned wearing a short robe that still exposed her lower butt cheeks.

"Here are your clothes," she said, setting them on a nearby dresser. She still admired John's naked body as he got up to get dressed.

"John, I want you to know that I don't pick up random guys and invite them home for sex." She explained. "But you are nice and so handsome; I jumped at a chance."

John kindly interrupted her. "It's not something I do either, but I am happy it did. You were pretty amazing," he said as he finished dressing.

Leaving the bedroom, they silently walked to the door.

John gave Jennifer a peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks for having me."

Jennifer responded, "Wait!"

She pulled her phone from her pocket, and after a few clicks, John felt a haptic notification on his phone.

"It is my contact information," she said. "In case you want to check how the landscaping is going."

"Yes, maybe I will do that," John told her.

Jennifer watched John make his way down the driveway to his car and drive away.

She sighed as she turned away.

The air conditioning in John's vehicle did nothing to dispel the heat and humidity that had risen during his time at Jennifer's, and he felt just as hot and sweaty as he did in the store parking lot early today. He pulled into his driveway and headed inside, planning to take a shower and relax.

He hadn't even made it through the door when a text notification chimed on his phone.

From Sue Walker: "Hey. What do you have going on? How about hanging out and beating the heat this evening?"

He stared at the text. Sue was a Friend with Benefits that John occasionally hooked up with. He liked her company, and he typically reached out to her to join him for dinner, a show, or a sporting event, which always led to sex later on.

Sue could pass as a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model and occasionally reached out to John when she wanted sex.

Either way, their encounters were always enjoyable, and they both liked the convenience of their No-Strings-Attached relationship.

John replied: "I would take you up on that, but I have had a heavy workload today, and I am exhausted from the heat. I probably would not be very good company."

John chuckles over the unintended pun in the first line of his response.

Sue: "No problem. Get your work done, then relax. Try to stay cool."

John responded with a heart emoji.

He headed for the shower and took the rest of the day off.

Sunday, it was back to the plumbing project that took him to the home improvement store, then to helping Jennifer with bags of mulch, then cooling off in the pool, then to fucking. Even with the distraction of his project, he could not get the previous day out of his mind.

Getting back to his regular work routine on Monday seemed to help, but instances of her big naked body kept flashing into his memories as the week progressed. If it wasn't her big butt, it was her thick thighs. Or her ginormous saggy tits hanging to each side of her big belly. Or her blubbery shaved FUPA with its deep slit. And, Oh MY God, her fat vulva and spread pussy gleaming with her juices, and her hard clit just waiting to be sucked. Each time he thought about her, he got hard as a rock.

A week had passed, and John was still thinking of Jennifer. He even had an erotic dream about fucking her and woke up on Saturday morning with a raging hard-on.

He did not know what to do with these feelings. He had not been so obsessed with sexual imagery since he looked through his first Hustler. He never went for girls who had any extra weight on them, but now all he could think about was her fat naked body.

It was already late morning, and John stared at his phone. He let out a sigh and grabbed it.

"Hi. How did the landscaping turn out? Get any work done on it?" He text

He looked at the phone, waiting.

Then three dots appeared and faded away.

"It looks great! I was able to get work done in the early evening when it was nice and cool," Her text responded.

Before John could text a comeback, another text from Jennifer popped up.

"Would you like to come over and see it? I am just hanging out," it read.

"Sure. Nothing going on here. In a half hour, OK?" he asked.

"Yes, see you then. Come to the front door."

The three dots reappeared but faded out without any other response from Jennifer.

The drive was under ten minutes, and John parked in the same spot in front of Jennifer's house. He made his way up the driveway and the stairs of her front porch.

He heard movement inside after ringing the doorbell; then the door swung open, and there she was. Naked.

She reached out a hand, grabbed his, and pulled him through the entrance.

"Get in here!" she giggled.

John knew immediately what he was in for, and he could not wait.

He closed the door behind him as he crossed her threshold.