Two weeks ago, Richard invited me to his parents’ house for the weekend, insisting I had to come to keep him from killing her; he’s a good mate, so I agreed. Besides, they have a pool, and his dad is so quiet and shy that the house would be ours. I had never met Jane but had heard lots of bad stuff about her; he described her as a fat, stuck-up bitch that needed a good fuck, but not even his dad would do it. They had been fighting since his dad married her 15 years earlier, but now he was 28, as am I. They tolerated one another.

When I first saw her, my heart raced. I love big women, and this was the perfect fat woman. Her body looked big but was made of rounded curves, which to me screamed out sexuality, but looking at Richard and his dad, they were blind to it.

Even her huge belly, clearly seen under her pleated knee-length skirt, looked firm. Her breasts were truly huge under her wool pullover, the jumper clinging to every curve from her bust to belly. She saw me staring and, as happens, thought I was disgusted with her. She looked away quickly and ushered us into the sitting room.

Dinner went well, but I still had the horniest thoughts running through my head. Jane saw me looking a couple of more times, and I think the fourth time she may have seen that I was horny, not sick. She had bent over to change the CD while Richard and his dad chatted. Now one was looking, so I admired her doorframe-wide ass and hips, marveling at her chunky, thick legs.

She, for some reason, glanced over her shoulder while still bent over and saw me. Our eyes locked, and she knew what I had been thinking. When she stood up, she was flustered and found an excuse to leave the room. She never really rejoined the party, saying she was tired and leaving the boys to drink.

The next morning, she was better and smiled at me nicely but stayed away from me when she could. The others wanted to go swimming, so we all got into swimwear, Jane included. She came out of the house wearing a one-piece swimsuit with a large flowery wrap around it, wrapped high on her swollen waist. Her breasts sat on top of her belly, looking larger still, and they looked like they wanted to pour right out.

She sat under the sun screen while we swam. It was only as I climbed out of the pool that I saw her looking at me from under the shade. My cock is 9 inches when hard but amazingly 7 when soft, and I knew it was clearly outlined in my shorts as the wet fabric clung to it.

When she saw me smiling at her, she looked back at her magazine, and that was that. The problem was my imagination running wild. My cock twitched, and I knew that in five seconds it would be 9 hard inches of hard flesh. “Shit,” I thought. “ I gotta get out of her.” Richard and his dad were still in the pool, so I got up and made for the house, but she looked up and saw my cock that I was half hiding with my hand. I hurried on and went to my room to cool off, then fell asleep.

I woke up with Richard standing over the bed. “Pete, Dad and I have been asked to play polo for one of the local teams,” he said excitedly. “They need extra men fast.”

What was he talking about?

“We’ll be back in the morning, mate. Just take it easy and take care of Mum,” he laughed, and then he was gone.

By the time I got dressed and came down, they were gone. I found Jane in the kitchen washing vegetables in the sink. She was still wearing her swimsuit, and almost right off, my mind went to work. This was crazy. The woman was driving me nuts. I wanted her so badly. She looked around at me and said,” Hi,” then said, “I want to ask you a question, and I’d like a yes or no answer.” She looked at me, and I told her to ask away. “Was it me that made you excited today at the pool?”

Shit, this was tricky. She was staring right at me now, the water still running. “Yes,” I said simply.

She turned back to her work and carried on while I sat and looked at her ass and back. She had a roll of fat under each arm from the weight of her breasts, which only got my mind going again. Five minutes later, she asked again, “Why?”

Good question.

“Because you scream sex,” I answered, smiling at her back.

She stopped again and chuckled, saying, “You’re the first one to hear it. John must be deaf.” She stopped what she was doing and said she was off to get dressed. I was kicking back watching TV when she came back into the room. I almost fell off the armchair. She was wearing a skirt that was two sizes too small, that clung to every bump and roll she had. On top, she wore a white wrap-around cotton blouse with the sash going between her breasts. When small-breasted women wear these tops, their tits look big, but on her, it was almost laughable except when you’re like me and love it.

She had put on a lot of make-up and looked sluty, “Would John hear me if I dressed like this?” she asked from the door with one hand on her hip.

I grinned up at her, thinking I’m going to fuck you no matter what. “Any man would get the message,” I replied, my voice cracking.

She grunted and walked into the room, sitting down on the sofa opposite me. “And what message are you getting now?” she sounded angry now.

I sat back and studied her closely. “You need to come and real soon,” I said lightly. But she looked hard at me and said, “I’ve never had an orgasm in my life, never.” She was really angry now.