[Devin, part one](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dakbcw/tales_in_bbw_land_devin_part_one_mf/)
Now I’m going to take a wild guess here and assume that most of you have never been to any sort of Internetfatgirlworld bash. This is where the fact that a lot of these folks are very introverted is extremely apparent. You have an empty dance for blaring some sort of R&B or hip-hop music, and a lot of large women staring into cell phones at the tables just off the dance floor. I have no shame, Devon is a fair sport, so we go up to the dance floor and do the best Caucasian movements we can. The beers are cheap, and we happen to score the table actually had a decent conversation, so a quartet of sociable twenty and thirty-somethings were going to defy The Bash Norm of introverts during the cell phones, texting each other from across the room.
Come on now, do you think we were going to end up staying and watching everyone text each other? Devin and I are both ubered to the hotel from our respective places, somehow we are both in the same Uber heading back to the campground that my RV was parked at. This is Southern California, do you think I’m going to pay rent for two places?! Making a fire at the campground, and drinking some whiskey seemed more interesting than watching a pair of 400 lb introverts get hit on by some black guys. Man wasn’t mentioned before, Devin wasn’t my ideal type, with a spherical body shape, and a prominent double chin she wasn’t that butter body pear shape dreamgirl. She had more than a pair of firing synapses, and she was a very interesting person to talk to. What the hell could happen here, it’s not like I was in a dead bedroom or anything
The whiskey started flowing, the mid 30s Caucasian genre of classic rock is playing softly, I had my Edison lights strung up outside my camper and with the campfire, it was a perfect night. A buddy of mine who wanted to get out the barracks was crashing on the couch, so the three of us had an enjoyable night of whiskey and solid conversation. For those of you moral mavens wishing to chastise me about cheating I’m going to politely ask you to exit the story now, and save your judgment. You’re here to jerk off to wordporn.
I don’t know if it was just the alcoholic imbibement, or just the atmosphere, but Steve tapped out. The dude was a lightweight, and he was also third Wheeling me and Devin. Mind you, it was only about eleven o’clock. Next thing I know, Devin’s soft lips or on mine. This was viscerally difference and anything Melinda had given me in a few years. My arms wrapped around her, and for somebody Foo was all about the large female form, this was like giving crack rocks to Tyrone Biggums. We snuck to the bedroom in the back of the bus, for some heavy petting. I relished in the fact that it took all of my arms to reach around her. Sure her body type was around, but she had belly big thighs and all these things I’ve been denied, maybe the fact that she was a woman with a vagina but that didn’t stop anything. Have your petting, turn to have your petting, and before I know it her tights on the floor, and I had an erection that was on an obscure end of the periodic table. My boxers were grinding against hurt very warm lady regions, with her legs wrapping around me, begging me in. I ripped her top off, expose some sizeable breasts, and a very soft supple tummy. She had a pannenus, something I just egregiously misspelled, but what’s commonly known as a fupa. It was intoxicating to grab it and knead it like dough. My erection could now be used in the Aerospace industry for some weapon of defense against the Taliban. Before I knew it, I had an extremely hot and tight sensation clamped down on my wildly average uncut member.
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