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  “I was the one who thought of it,” Rachel chuckled and pulled him off the path. The park was mostly empty, but they still had to be careful. They made their way down a slight hill, ending up in a shallow ravine. Rachel nearly tripped in her high heels, but Vincent caught her, holding her in his arms for a few seconds while she steadied herself. She laughed and clutched him, savoring the moment. This was so deliciously naughty, she loved it.

  Soon, Vincent's arms were wrapped around her again, his hands running up and down her soft, thick sides and arms as they kissed. Then, he was lowering her to the ground, but he still seemed nervous.

  “Sorry,” he said, still standing above her. “I just can’t believe this is happening.”

  Rachel grinned slyly. “Are you worried about getting caught?”

  “No! I mean, yes, but I do want you-” Rachel cut him off, groaning, when she lifted a hand and began to massage his hard cock and balls.

  “Maybe I should do something to relax you,” she pondered, and then before he could make an objection, she was unbuttoning his pants, unzipping them, and pulling them down slightly, along with his boxers. Plaid boxers, she noted idly.

  Soon, his massive member was free, and just inches from her face. Rachel couldn’t hold herself back – the only thing she fantasized about more than gang bangs was sucking cock, and here was a big, beautiful one, just inches from her nose.

  And it was true what they said about fat girls, they loved sucking cock, and they were good at it. At least, Rachel was. Though she didn’t have as much practical experience as she would have liked, it was all she read about as far as sex goes, and she had practiced her technique on ever carrot and sausage that went in her mouth.

  Vincent moaned and grabbed her head, pulling lightly at her hair as her tongue swirled around his thick rod, lapping up all the pre that was leaking out of it. He tasted salty and musky, and very manly. It was a good thing Rachel was kneeling, because she was weak at the knees from that taste alone.

  Vincent was now pushing at her head, willing her to take more of his thick rod into her mouth, and she happily obliged. Rachel still hadn’t perfected the trick of deep-throating though, so she simply took as much of the shaft into her mouth as possible, and grabbed the rest of it with her hand, squeezing it and pumping up and down its spit-slickened length as she bobbed her head. With her other hand, she fondled and cupped his balls, savoring the feeling of his velvety sack between her fingers.

  All the while, Vincent kept moaning, more and more loudly. Every once in a while, she was forced to pull away and shush him, while slapping him lightly on the thigh.

  “Shh!” she giggled, "Someone will catch us!" Vincent nodded, but he just wasn’t able to contain himself against the onslaught of pleasure she was giving him.

  In fact, his climax was something of a surprise to Rachel. She’d fully intended to only tease him, and then have him ride her, but without warning, his entire body tensed, while she licked and sucked at his shaft and head. “I’m coming!” he said through gritted teeth, and Rachel’s mouth was abruptly awash of his spunk as it spurted out of his throbbing, twitching cock. It was salty and somewhat bitter, and Rachel swallowed it down, savoring every last drop.

  “Jesus,” he groaned, sinking to his knees now, letting Rachel catch and hold him.

  “Sorry,” Rachel snickered.

  “Why the hell are you sorry?” he looked at her, breathing heavily. “That was magnificent. The best blow job I’ve ever gotten.”

  She smiled and blushed, but inwardly she was running around and screaming ‘I’m number one!’ “Well, you know what they say about fat girls,” she said aloud instead.

  He grinned that Cheshire grin of his. “I do.” He glanced down at his watch. “Shit, I have to get back to work, though. When can I see you again?”

  “I don’t know. When are you free?”

  “Well,” Vincent started, and then paused, his grin growing even wider. “Now that I know what a naughty thing you are, maybe you’d like to meet my friends? At my house? Tonight?”

  Rachel’s eyes widened. Was she really about to do this? But she couldn’t possibly pass up such an opportunity. “Yes,” she finally said. “Definitely.”

  Vincent gave her the address, and they parted ways, only slightly disheveled. Rachel couldn’t believe what had just happened, as her heels clicked on the concrete and she picked leaves out of her skirt. She couldn’t believe she was capable of that. And it thrilled her to no end.

  *****

  Work passed by entirely too slowly, and Rachel rushed home as quickly as she could. She wanted to tell the girls about her experience today, but they were all out. She pouted at the empty apartment. Even Allison was gone, and she was usually around directly after work. They must be keeping her late, and she knew that happened sometimes, since she was in IT.

  She really could have used someone to confide in, but no matter. She had to get ready for tonight. First, a shower and a quick shave and trim down there. Rachel smiled as the razor glided over her lusciously curvaceous legs. She was lucky enough to have very little in the way of hair in the first place so it was all an easy job.

  Stepping out of the shower now, she wrapped herself in a clean, fluffy towel. She needed to let her hair partially air dry, or it would get all frizzy. While it was wet, she worked some product in that would help tame that frizz that sometimes flared up. After she dealt with her hair, she expertly applied some makeup, mostly eyeliner, mascara, and shadow. She added some red lipstick as a finishing touch, and she looked gorgeous.

  Rachel now stepped out of the bathroom, and surveyed the mess in her room, sighing exasperatedly. This place really was a disaster zone, but she couldn’t worry about that now. Instead, she fished out another black skirt, this one shorter than her more modest work outfit, and a low-cut red top, one that really showcased her assets. Which she had a lot of.

  After that, she blow dried her hair to bring it to complete dryness, and she was ready to go. Just as she was about to walk out the door though, Allison entered the apartment.

  “Whoa, you look fancy,” she commented as Rachel swept past her. “Got a date?”

  “You could say that,” Rachel giggled.

  “What, is it that secret admirer?”

  “Yeah! I’ll tell you how it goes when I get back.”

  Allison grinned and shook her head, and Rachel made her way downstairs and to her car. Now that she wasn’t working on herself, she was all aquiver. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her! Calm yourself, girl, she told herself, but her body would just not obey. She couldn’t wait to see Vincent again, and see what he had in store for her.

  The drive was blessedly short, and soon she was standing in front of a large, but unassuming house. It looked like he made a fair amount of money, but wasn’t filthy rich. Not that that mattered. Rachel took a deep breath, and made her way to the door. Her nerves were starting to kick in now. What if he changed his mind? What if this was an elaborate fat-shaming scheme? She shook the negative thoughts off, though. If it was, Vincent was dedicated. He let her suck him off, after all, and he was obviously aroused by her.

  She rang the doorbell, and Vincent answered immediately. “You came!” he said, his eyes lighting up. “The guys are here, and they can’t wait to meet you.” Rachel nodded nervously, and stepped inside. The foyer was small, more like a hall than anything, but it opened up quickly into an awesome looking living room. Vincent was quite the geek: he had every current gen video game console, and quite a few older ones too. A mass of video games lined one of the walls, along with movies and books. There was artwork from various video games as well, ranging from Mario to Half Life. He was dedicated.

  But Rachel only barely took this all in, for sitting in the living room were no less than 4 other guys. “Hi,” they all said in unison.

  Vincent grinned. “We’re actually all Multum, on your forum. We use a shared account. And technically, we’re all your secret admirer. Rachel was floore
d. She never expected this. She was incredibly flattered as well – well some girls could brag about having one secret admirer, and she had five. “And, I hope you don’t mind, but I told them about our activities this afternoon.”

  “Not at all,” Rachel said faintly. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined this. And all the guys were young, and attractive. And they all wanted her.

  Vincent made a round of introductions, next. They all knew her, obviously, but now she knew them as well. There was Marcus, a black guy with a build much like Vincent's, and Trent, a tall but skinny guy with slicked back dark brown hair. Then there was Darius, who was average height, average build, and an average looking face. He wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t a stunner either. And last, there was Craig, the shortest of the bunch. He grinned when he introduced himself. “I may be short, but don’t underestimate me.”

  Rather than let things get awkward, Rachel decided to steamroll ahead. She knew if these guys were anything like Vincent, they wanted her, but were too nervous to actually do anything about it. She’d have to encourage them, and she planned to use Vincent to do it. Besides, she wanted to get her fill too; she’d been aching for him ever since she sucked him off in the park.

  “Well, I know why you’re all here,” she said lightly, grabbing Vincent by the belt and pulling him forward to stand next to her. “I don’t image you all would care for a show, would you?”

  She instantly had their attention. They all leaned forward as a single unit, watching her with rapt attention. She could feel Vincent tense up under her grasp.

  “What do you have in mind, Rachel?” he asked nervously.

  “Oh come on,” she purred. “I know I made more than a few posts in the sex subforum about what I like, and I know you all follow my posts.” She didn’t know if the others did, in truth, but she knew at least that Vincent had. She was still nervous about what she was about to do, but she realized that she’d made it this far. She wouldn’t be surrounded by these men if they didn’t want her big, curvaceous body.

  The guys nodded, and Vincent murmured an affirmative. She glanced down and could already see him tenting his pants in another erection. Apparently he hadn’t gotten enough of her in the park.

  And suddenly, Vincent grabbed her, turning her towards him. Rachel felt a thrill run through her body as he took the lead. He ran his fingers over her fleshy sides, and every touch left a trail of shivers. Rachel could feel goose bumps rising as he leaned down, and suddenly, they were the only two in the room. Nothing else mattered but having him, right then and there.

  He dipped his head for a fierce kiss, and Rachel returned it, her body tingling all over, her focus completely on him. She could feel moisture slipping out of her willing pussy, drenching the fabric of her thin panties. She bit back a squeal as he slapped her magnificently large ass, and it rippled through the fabric of the skirt.

  Little jolts of pleasure were branching through her body now as he grabbed that ass, taking huge handfuls of flesh, and pulled her towards him, grinding against her, pleasuring himself on her. Rachel moaned into the kiss now, and spread her legs slightly. She felt so achingly empty down there; she felt this primal urge to filled, and be filled by him.

  The other guys in the room were standing up, surrounding her. Rachel was vaguely aware of their attention, and she felt another thrill rise in her. She wanted them to grab her, force her to the ground and use her until she and they were all completely spent.

  And they did, Marcus gripping her by her thick upper arm, and pulling her to the floor. Vincent gasped into her mouth slightly as she was tugged away from him, but he quickly followed her. Soon, she was on the floor, and these eager men loomed around her. She squirmed, wishing they would stop teasing her, and just take her, right then and there. But they seemed a little hesitant, a little nervous. She knew they needed encouraging.

  “What are you waiting for?” she breathed and she writhed on the floor. The ache between her legs was growing exponentially now.

  “Just taking in the view,” Trent commented lustily. “God, you are beautiful.”

  Rachel moaned and bucked her hips at that. She was still a little worried that they had ulterior motives, but that one word melted that worry away. And it seemed to encourage the other men. Vincent was hastily unzipping her skirt and pulling it off her, exposing her pale, creamy, thick legs and lacy black underwear. Darius was unbuttoning her shirt. Soon, it was off, and Rachel undid the clasps of her bra, releasing her generous breasts. Trent was on them in a flash, licking and sucking at the nipples, causing her to gasp and squeal in delight at the pleasurable sensation, more jolts of electricity spreading through her body. But she still remained achingly empty. She needed one of these men to fill her. Or all of them.

  She felt someone slipping her panties off now, exposing her completely to these men, and before long, she felt something long and wet slipping between her dripping folds. She gasped and tensed, but she knew it was a tongue and not a cock. It was Vincent. She glanced down and smiled. He was returning the favor that she’d given him in the park.

  Rachel tilted her head back, closing her eyes and moaning, savoring and concentrating completely on the pleasure that these men were giving her. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced, and she only wanted more and more of it.

  Vincent hit her clit just then, and she moaned and arched her back, pressing herself downwards, into his face, just as he had done to her a few hours ago. Trent was still playing with her breasts, grabbing massive handfuls and running his rough thumb over her large, hard nipple, while he sucked lovingly on the other one.

  But still they denied her the one thing she wanted. Vincent was going harder and faster now, and she knew he wanted to make her orgasm, just as she’d done for her. His slick tongue curled and surrounding her clit, and now he was tongue-fucking her; the sensation was nearly overwhelming. Rachel’s entire body stiffened and shivered at the feeling, she was coming closer, and closer, as the waves of pleasure built and crashed over her body…

  And she cried out, coming forcefully, her entire body jerking as those feelings of pleasure arced through her body. She had no idea where Vincent learned to do this, but he was good. He also wasn't waiting for her to come down from her high – he was already clambered on top of her. She craned her neck downward and saw his massive, pulsing member, just inches from her slick folds. She wanted to scream at him to bury himself inside her, to lose himself in her depths, but he held off, for just a few more seconds.

  The pleasure had ebbed, but it was already beginning to build again, and Rachel still felt that overwhelming ache. She needed him, she needed them. Finally, he slipped the head of that cock of his between her fleshy folds, and plunged in.

  That first moment was pure bliss. Rachel screamed and her entire body tensed. But she didn’t have time to savor to feeling, for these men wanted to use every hole she had available. Darius was moving over her now, and she could see his pants were unzipped, and his thick member was hanging out, just waiting for her willing mouth. She opened up, craning her neck forward, and he guided himself inside. She swirled her tongue around his head, just as she’d done for Vincent, and he gave out a loud moan.

  Rachel spread her legs as far as she could for Vincent while Darius clenched his buttocks on her pillowy chest. She took in both of their cocks at the same time, and moaned and begged for more, even more. Just two couldn’t possibly satiate her. But the others had to wait their turns. Her eyes darted back and forth, and she saw the other three men waiting impatiently. As expected, Marcus was large, every bit as big as Vincent. Trent had a long thin prick, and he was stroking himself right now. But Craig was the real surprise. Though he was the shortest, he was also the largest by far, in both length and girth. Her eyes widened slightly at that. She had underestimated him.

  Vincent suddenly started to slam even harder against Rachel now, causing her body to rock back and forth as her expansive flesh jiggled. "You're going to make me come!" he be
llowed, pounding against her soft body, gripping and grabbing at her thick hips. And soon he did indeed come, roaring as spurt after copious spurt of his juice flooded her love canal, nearly flooding it. She was so filled up.

  And she wasn't even satiated. Even as Vincent came, Darius hunched over her face and started to thrust into her mouth even harder, spurred on by the sounds of Vincent's orgasm. Soon, he was flooding her too, his thick, creamy sperm climbing down her throat as he loudly moaned in climax. She squirmed, her body begging for more, even more.

  She whimpered as Vincent and Darius both pulled out of her at the same time, but Marcus was on her now. The big black man grabbed her fleshy middle and pulled at her. Though she was heavy, he was able to lift and roll her over, positioning her on her knees. She begged for their cocks like that, like the insatiable little slut she was. And they obliged. Oh, they obliged.

  Marcus moved around to her face, not wasting a moment before stuffing his fat black cock in her mouth. Rachel opened even wider, wanting to take even more of him in that she had Darius. She badly wanted to feel him slide down her throat. She gasped and moaned around his cock and Trent climbed on top of her, his own thin cock rock hard and pressing against her expansive ass. And Craig. Craig eagerly scuttled underneath her, getting himself in position to fuck her there.

  Trent roughly dipped a pair of fingers between her pussy, using her own abundant juices to lube himself up. And then he spread her ass cheeks, and slowly slipped his prick into her asshole. At first Rachel tensed, her muscles clenching as she felt this new and pleasurable sensation. But she forced herself to relax, and let her ass envelope that dick, and take it inside her. It was a good thing Craig wasn't trying that hole, though. Even Trent was a little big. But he felt so good. She groaned around Marcus' cock as he slowly thrust, waiting for Craig to get into position.

  And into position he got, and quickly. He arched his back, and his cock dragged against her hanging belly as he moved it downward, closer and closer to his mark - the dripping wet folds of her aching pussy. Soon, he was slipping between them, ready to take her.