Except for the small hand lettered sign on the door proclaiming
"Nude Dancers," the Pumper Room looked more like a typical neighborhood
workingman's bar than a strip joint. A few strokes of graffiti decorated
the glass brick window, and a few more added a crude L to the name, making
it PLUMPER ROOM--someone's idea of a joke.
Ordinarily I pass up strip joints, especially seedy ones like
this, but something about it intrigued me. I was in town for a couple of
days on a sales trip so I decided to check it out after my last business
appointment across the street.
All through the appointment, I found myself thinking more and more
about the Pumper Room. As soon as I finished, I hot-footed it over,
leaving my car in the company parking lot.
I opened the door to a typically dark bar smelling of too many
cigarettes and too little fresh air. The middle aged Asian woman behind
the bar took my money, handed me a ticket stub and plunked down a watery
nondescript soft drink. I took a quick look around. At 4 in the afternoon
most strip clubs are pretty quiet, but there wasn't a single customer
besides me.
I grabbed the drink from the bar and wandered over to the stage
and sat down in front of a very plump woman swaying to the music and
holding her massive tits in her hands. To be honest, I had never seen such
a large woman working as a stripper. I looked around the room at the four
or five other dancers sitting together to talk or vacantly watching the
woman on-stage. They were all fatties--all of them! Sure, I've been to
strip joints before to admire the female form, but that form had always
been, well...slimmer.
I was about to gulp down my drink and leave when one of the women,
very pretty and very young, made eye contact. She was as large as the
others, but her smile riveted me to my seat as she walked over to me.
Without talking, she stood behind me and began to massage my shoulders
which were tense from the business day. I could feel her large fleshy
breasts pushing against the back of my head. With each squeeze to my
shoulders she would push those huge pillows into me, covering my ears at
times. Both of us silently watched the dancer who smiled vacantly back at
us.
My voluptuous masseuse leaned down and whispered, "Let's go over
in the corner." Before I could object, she grabbed my hand, and led me to
a long vinyl L-shaped bench in probably the darkest corner of this already
dimly lit club. We sat down side by side and she introduced herself as
Angie. I never really had much to do with fat women before, but she
aroused my curiosity. Actually, she aroused more than curiosity. Angie
gently laid her hand on my thigh with the edge of her palm grazing the tip
of my hopelessly hard dick. She began to kneed my thigh as she had done my
shoulders, the edge of her palm rubbing back and forth against the head.
Angie asked me if I would like a couch dance. I thought, well,
here comes the commercial, but by this time I would have gone along with
almost anything. The thought of all that bare flesh squirming and
pulsating against me was making me crazy. My mouth like cotton, I squeaked
out a "yes." Angie smiled at me and said I should first go in the men's
room and put on a condom.
"You know, so you don't cum in your pants and make a mess," she
explained. I didn't really think it was possible in the space of a song
and fully clothed, but I was thankful for her understanding and dutifully
excused myself to put one on.
I returned to her in less than a minute and she climbed on my lap
facing me with the grace and ease of a much smaller woman. She kneeled on
the seat cushions to hold her weight, and pushed those huge melons in my
face until I almost gasped for air. Angie leaned back, grabbed one of her
tits firmly and shoved the nipple in my mouth encouraging me to suck on it
or smother. Her nipple swelled to the size and firmness of a grape.
I reached around and held Angie's ample buns in my hands,
squeezing them and pulling her crotch hard against my throbbing cock. She
rocked back and forth gently to the music. I could feel her hot pussy
through our clothing. Her costume bottom was as thin as panties. She
worked her swollen snatch over my imprisoned cock with a frenzy that told
me she was getting more out of this than the customary $20. Before long,
her pussy juices soaked the front of my pants. She grabbed my neck from
behind, pulled my head between her giant tits and began to shudder. She
bore down on my cock very hard and held it there for a while, then she
relaxed and nuzzled her face against my neck, obviously very content.
This was clearly more than I had bargained for, but I offered her
the $20. "No way," she said. "I should be paying you for that one. In
fact, I think I will." She expertly pulled down my zipper and freed my
swollen cock. I was a little concerned that someone would see, but a quick
look around convinced me that nobody was really paying any attention to
us. In one motion, she turned around on my lap with her back to me, pulled
her sodden panties to the side and slid my latex-encased dick into her
dripping cunt. Though she was very tight, my cock buried itself deep in
her slippery hole. I began to appreciate one of the joys of fucking a
large woman; her size easily masked what we were doing from view.
Angie squirmed back and forth, and side to side sliding my dick in
and out of her glorious hole. Though I tried to thrust my hips upward, her
weight prevented it. After a short time I didn't even try. I just laid
back and let her work her tight full pussy lips around my cock.
Though some men might think that fat women are out of shape, the
way Angie's strong tight pussy milked my cock, she gets plenty of exercise
where it counts. Sometimes she would stop moving her hips and just suck on
my imprisoned shaft with her talented love muscles. Just when I thought I
could stand no more, Angie would relax her grip so that I wouldn't cum. I
needed all the help I could get at that point.
We continued fucking for what seemed like forever, but in reality
was five or six songs. Not that I had the presence of mind to count them.
I knew from watching each of the other Rubenesque dancers come up to the
stage and dance two songs while I imagined what it would be like to fuck
each and every one of them. All the while, Angie wiggled and milked my
throbbing cock in a way that nobody before her had ever been able to do.
She began to bear down on my cock harder and more insistently, grinding
that huge ass into my thighs. Without warning, I felt her throbbing,
vibrating orgasm clench my dick with an intensity that instantly made me
cum. The warmth and the wetness pouring back on me were evidence that no
reservoir tip could have contained that load. It gushed past the rolled
end of the condom and soaked my balls as if I hadn't even worn one.
Turning back around to face me, Angie smothered me once more in
her creamy tits while carefully putting my wet cock into my pants and
zipping up the fly. She kissed me and climbed off. I retreated to the
men's room to survey the damage.
Pussy juice and cum soaked my pants. I had no hope of cleaning it
up, but I didn't care after having the most fantastic fuck of my life. I
came out of the men's room, thankful for the dim lighting. Angie came up
to me and kissed me. "Don't be a stranger," she said and went on stage to
dance her set. I left to go back to my motel room and change clothes.
After a quick shower, I changed clothes and flopped down on the
bed to watch the news on TV. Same old shit. My mind kept wandering back to
Angie. I turned off the TV, put on my shoes and said to myself, fuck it,
I'm going back. The Pumper Room was only about a mile down the road, but
enough time to daydream about my "dance" with Angie.
I opened the door to a now pleasantly familiar bar. "You have
ticket?" the Asian woman asked, recognizing me. I pulled the stub out to
show her but she waved it away and set another watery drink on the bar for
me. I threw down a fiver and walked over to the stage. This time I felt
more comfortable, almost at home.
I looked around for Angie but didn't see her. It didn't take long
for one of the other girls to come over. She introduced herself as Cheryl.
We shook hands gently. "Rick, my name is Rick," I said over the loud
music.
"Have you been here before?" she asked.
"Yea, I was here earlier today. Is Angie is still here?"
"Angie works day shift. You just missed her. She left about 20
minutes ago," she explained.
I was a little disappointed, but I began to wonder what it would
be like to fuck Cheryl like I had Angie. Cheryl was a little older and
much heavier, with a more mature beauty than Angie's baby face.
"OK, that's no problem. Maybe we could go over to the corner and
talk," I said casually.
"Sure, baby."
We talked while a couple of songs played and a girl introduced as
Debbie danced her set. Though large, she was graceful as a cat. She was
fascinating to watch and I could feel my dick getting stiff. I suppose the
fact that Cheryl was resting her hand on it might have had something to do
with it. At this point, it didn't matter. Debbie finished her set, and
disappeared into the dressing room. I watched another dancer while Cheryl
continued to kneed my hard-on through my pants.
"Hey, you think you could go next door to the Liquorama and buy me
a bottle of peppermint schnapps?" Cheryl asked. I agreed, adjusted the
massive hard-on in my pants and went out the back door to the liquor
store.
Debbie was standing just ahead of me at the counter dressed in a
wrap-around dress she had quickly thrown on for the trip to the store.
"Hi, I saw you in the bar with Cheryl. Is that for her?" she asked looking
down at the bottle of schnapps.
"Yea, well, what the hell," I laughed.
"Well, don't feel bad. She always finds someone to buy her a
bottle," she said smiling. She paid for her purchase, then waited for me
at the door.
"I'm working a double shift. Could we go sit in your car for a few
minutes? I have to get away from that place for a little while."
"Sure, why not." I walked her over to my car and opened the door
for her. She reached over to unlock my door and I climbed into the
driver's seat.
"Could we move the car to the back of the lot?" she asked. "I
don't want the owner to see me here if she comes out."
I started the car and we backed up to the edge of the lot under
some large overgrown trees. I told her I had been at the bar earlier and
had a good time with a girl named Angie.
"Angie? Yea, she's sweet. She's my roommate. Did she give you a
good couch dance?"
"No...actually she gave me the best fuck of my life right in the
bar."
Debbie laughed, but didn't seem surprised.
"Well, the reason you think she was the best fuck of your life is
that you have never fucked me!"
"There's no way I could know that without having the chance."
"You're right!" Debbie put her left arm behind me, pushed a huge
tit into my arm and reached down with her right hand for my cock. I was
way ahead of her. I already had a raging hard-on. She expertly yanked my
zipper down and freed my throbbing cock. After a few strokes, she leaned
her head down into my lap and engulfed my swollen dick in her soft warm
mouth. I could feel her firm melons squashed against my thigh as she
sucked my cock. Without missing a stroke, she undid my belt and pulled my
pants down around my ankles.
"Fuck me," she begged and turned around on the seat on all fours,
offering that gorgeous big ass to me.
"Not so fast. I want to check this out."
Her ass was large, round and in the light from the street light
looked like a huge dimpled moon. However, this moon had a crater
surrounded by puffy soft lips. I poked one finger into her pussy and she
moaned. I slowly slid my finger in and out of her pussy, then inserted
another finger. Again she moaned and pushed back towards me to swallow my
fingers with her cunt. I inserted another finger. She pushed even harder.
Then four fingers! She rocked back and forth slowly but firmly against my
hand. With each thrust backwards, my fingers would disappear into that
gapping cunt. What the hell, I thought, and inserted my thumb as well. She
pushed back against my hand, and moaned loudly as my hand spread her pussy
wide.
My hand worked in and out of her slurping pussy and the juices
began to dribble down my wrist. She reached underneath and rubbed her fat
juicy clit in unison with her thrusts against my hand.
"Oh God, I'm cumming," she cried. I could feel the contractions in
her cunt pulsating like a suction pump almost drawing in my whole hand.
When she stopped, I pulled out my dripping hand and looked at it
glistening in the street light. I could feel her juices all the way to my
elbow. I reached down and smeared her warm slippery cum all over my cock.
"Now it's my turn," I told her. She remained on all fours on the
seat and I plunged my cum soaked dick into her pussy. After taking five
fingers, I expected her pussy to be loose. I was wrong. Her pussy was not
as tight and talented as Angie's, but it was tight enough and very hot.
She reached underneath to grab my balls as I plunged in and out of that
plump pussy. Each time I plunged in, it sent a wave through her fleshy
ass. By timing my strokes, each plunge met the wave rebounding back,
doubling the sensation.
"Cum on my tits, cum on my tits," she yelped and turned on her
back. I climbed onto her belly with my legs barely around her huge tits
glowing in the dim light.
I stuck my well-lubricated dick between those enormous mounds,
pulled them tightly together with my thighs and fucked the cleavage faster
and faster. When I could stand it no longer, I grabbed my cock and shot a
white hot stream of cum out across her tits and onto her face. She grabbed
my still spurting dick and aimed it at each of her nipples, covering them
in cum as well. With one finger she pushed the cum on her face toward her
mouth and with a flick of her tongue, it disappeared. She swallowed
greedily and began rubbing the cum on her nipples until it covered her
ample breasts.
I rolled off of her into the driver's seat, exhausted.
"I'll be right back. Stay here," she insisted. She wrapped the dress
around herself, tied it and jumped out of the car. I watched her run
across the parking lot and disappear into the back door of the bar. Within
minutes she re-emerged and ran to the car.
"Here, let me help," she said cleaning my cum glazed cock with a
paper towel moistened with warm water. She leaned down and sucked my clean
but limp dick, then wiped it dry with a clean dry towel.
"How was that? Did I make you forget about Angie?"
"Well, for the moment," I teased, "but it would be a better test
if I could try both of you at the same time. What do you say?"
"Maybe...I'll talk to Angie when I get home. How long are you
going to be in town?"
"Long enough, if you can arrange that." I don't know for sure
which was the best fuck, but they had definitely been the best two of my
life. Yet the thought of fucking both of them together was giving me a
hard-on again.
Debbie ran into the bar as I locked the car. I saw the bottle of
schnapps sitting on the dash and remembered Cheryl. Oh shit! I grabbed the
bottle and went into the bar by the back door.
Cheryl sat in one corner alone. When she saw me she looked a
little miffed.
"I thought you ran out on me," she chided. I told her I got tied
up, and handed her the bottle still in the small brown bag.
"Tied up? You mean you were fucking Debbie in the parking lot!"
"Yea, OK, so I was, so what?"
"So nothing. I can't believe you would pass me up for her. I can
out-fuck Debbie any day of the week!"
It was beginning to dawn on me. These women compete with each
other for tips every day. Angie had raised the ante by fucking me. The
others couldn't let her beat them, but I was the only winner! It wasn't
costing me a dime! I decided to gamble a little with my good fortune.
"Well, look, Debbie had to work under a handicap. I had already
fucked Angie pretty hard a little earlier. It took a really hot woman to
get me up like she did. It wouldn't be fair to expect you to get me up
again after fucking two great women!"
"Wait here!" she insisted and went over to talk to the Asian
woman. I saw the Asian woman shake her head no. Cheryl pulled out a bill
from the little purse around her neck. The Asian woman looked at the bill,
then exchanged it for a key from the cash register. Cheryl came back to me
and said quickly, "Let's go, hot stuff!"
She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to a small door marked
OFFICE. She unlocked the door, and pulled me quickly inside. I turned on a
small desk lamp while she closed and locked the door. A long dark leather
couch sat conspicuously out of place among the cheap office furnishings.
Cheryl threw the key on the desk and waved me to the couch.
"Strip, lover boy!" she said in a strong but sultry voice. I'm
usually the aggressor in sex, but I was beginning to wonder, maybe even
worry a little about what was going to happen next. As I was removing my
clothes, she was removing hers. We stood there naked for a second, then
she pushed me backwards onto the couch. She climbed onto the couch, put
one foot on the back of the couch and shoved her huge catcher's mitt of a
pussy into my face. She forced my head against the couch and jammed my
nose against her erect clit. I tongued her hole partly to get her to back
off a little and let me breathe, but mostly because she tasted delicious!
Her massive thighs held my body in place. About the only thing I actually
could move was my tongue.
She finally eased back and slid her fully engorged clit down to my
eager mouth. I sucked on that two inch lump hungrily, then flicked it side
to side with my tongue. Juice flowed from her pussy in a steady stream,
cascading over my chin and down my neck.
I freed one arm and pushed my hand up between her legs so that I
could stick my finger in her pussy. I sucked on her huge clit and rammed
two fingers in and out of her pussy until she finally came. Soft flesh
completely engulfed my head. Her juices poured out of her pussy and her
huge body shuddered out of control. I thought I was going to drown.
After what seemed like an eternity, she knelt down on the couch,
straddling me and holding my head between her breasts to calm down. Though
she seemed totally spent, I knew this ride was not over.
She lay back on the couch, grabbed my dick gently but firmly and
literally pulled me by my dick into a 69 position on top of her. By this
time we were very sweaty and the leather couch was squeaking and making
movement difficult, but she moved me over her with ease. My legs barely
straddled her huge body as she slurped my cock into her mouth. I leaned my
head down to suck on that plump clit again, but her size made it a
stretch. We lay there in a 69 position, plastered together by sweat. With
my cock fully in her mouth, I could feel her nose nuzzling against my
balls. Automatically, I started working my cock in and out of her hot
sucking mouth.
"Fuck me!" she panted. It was my turn to take control. I spun
around to face her. With her hands behind her knees, she pulled her fat
legs high in the air and I jammed my cock into her hungry pussy. Her huge
thighs prevented me from entering her completely until I braced my feet
against the arm of the couch and rammed my cock into her with the full
power of my legs. She scooped her giant tits into her arms and squeezed
them. I grabbed those wondrous mammaries with my hands. They were so
large, the best I could do was capture her saucer-like aureole. I held
each nipple with my thumb and forefinger and began to roll them around.
"Pinch them. Pinch my nipples hard!" Always willing to please, I
gave each of them a hard squeeze with my fingers. She cried out with
pleasure. I rammed my cock into her unmercifully. With each out stroke, I
gave each nipple another hard squeeze. She moaned and writhed in ecstasy.
If I hadn't been so firmly sandwiched between her colossal thighs I would
probably have been thrown clear off the couch. I continued to ram and
squeeze, ram and squeeze. She rocked and heaved on the couch that began to
groan ominously from all the action. Cheryl could hold it no longer. Just
as I shot my load deep into her cavernous pussy, she thrust up against me,
listed to one side shuddering, then rolled off the couch. Unfortunately,
she rolled right on top of me. My head ached, my ribs ached, my back
ached. There she lay, probably 250 pounds of complete exhaustion. She
couldn't move. I couldn't move.
We looked at each other and began to laugh. For me that made it
worse. Her whole body shook as she laughed, pinning me harder against the
unyielding floor. It hurt like hell, but the situation only made me laugh
harder, which made her laugh harder.
I was wondering how they were going to dispose of my crushed
lifeless body when she mercifully rolled off me. I could breathe again. We
lay there for several minutes gathering strength. I sat up and looked over
at her. I realized again how pretty she was as she lay there with her eyes
closed, half smiling with satisfaction.
"Now, who's the best fuck?", she asked, opening one eye and
grinning at me slyly.
I decided to gamble once again. "Well, it wouldn't be completely
fair to say, unless I could try all of you at the same time. Why don't you
talk to Debbie and Angie and find out when the four of us are getting
together?" I knew I would look at all big women differently from then
on--if I survived the night.
THE END
by Rick Jordan