Jack Sprat...(Friday Flash)
by Tony Tiger
Copyright© 2019 by Tony Tiger
Jack listened to the trailer floor creak with the rhythmic thumps. He hoped it would hold up better than the last bed they’d tried. His wife was getting pounded in the next bedroom. There was only a poor wreck of a mattress on the floor. No bedframe could accommodate her bulk when anyone was also in bed with her.
He hadn’t been in her bed for the last year. She had a ravenous appetite for food and every bite showed in the rolls of adipose tissue that was everywhere on her frame. Sex had been impossible. The head of his five-incher could barely touch her vaginal opening using the best position. No damned fun for him or her.
He opened his eyes and looked at the skinny woman next to him. She was smiling in a satisfied snooze. He kissed her forehead and she opened her eyes and smiled even bigger. “More?” she asked.
He guided her hand to his erection and she murmured, “Mmmmm”.
“Top or bottom this time?” he asked.
“I feel lazy. I’ll just spread ‘em and you do what you want. I like everything you do.’
She was still open and wet from his last foray into her depths. His pecker was a perfect fit and rubbed all the places she needed it too. Her tits were small compared to his wife’s, which were now bigger than this woman’s head. These were nice and sensitive though and he could get her off even by stimulating her nipples. Her velvet sheath was heavenly sliding on his eager tool.
She sighed as he hit bottom and began the long slow strokes she preferred at first. Damn, that smaller dick felt SO good! It was comfortable to have this light weight man on top of her. Even when she was on top of her obese husband, the only way she would do him, she had to be careful to take him carefully lest he hit bottom and hurt her with his eight-inch tool. The stretching of that fat thing also made the first few strokes uncomfortable.
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