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Laura gazed lustfully at Steve’s exposed abdomen. They called him “Chunky”, but he was far from it. She bumumed it was some sort of childhood nickname from when he was fat. So fat that no one ever bothered to learn his real name and instead decided to go with “Chunky the guy who smears poop on his face a.k.a. the fatbum”
Laura could certainly relate. She was currently what some might consider “hefty.” This however did not deter her from believing that she was the sexiest woman in the world. She would frequently walk by Chunky twirling a candy cane in her mouth. Chunky would just sit nonchalantly atop his horse.
In a way Laura almost envied him despite his disability. She would often lay awake in bed at night wondering if he was paralyzed all the way below the abdomen, if you know what I mean. (she wanted to know if his male reproductive organ still worked.)
So it was in this moment Laura felt she should make a move. Her chest heaved heavily upon and down, her breath coming in like a ragged, dog like sound. Chunky, of course failed to notice, he just rode his horse along the country side. Chunky loved that horse.
Laura formulated a plan in her mind, a plan that would be sure to accomplish losing her virginity.
She was going to steal Chunky’s horse. She would hold it for ransom.
So it was late at night that she crept into his Stable and beat it unconscious with a bat. Once again beads of sweat dripped down her body like the bags of hershey’s kisses she had eaten that morning. She quickly shoveled the horse into the back of her father’s pick up truck and drove off into the night laughing maniacally.
Chunky rolled his way into the stable, a hand full of sugar cubes laid across his lap. But instead of being greeted by his magnificent stallion he was met with a night scrawled in crayon and covered with chocolate, pudgy fingerprints. That **** Laura had kidnapped his horse!
He fell out of his wheelchair and cried for five days.
Eventually he regained his strength and rolled as fast as he could to Laura’s house, ready to beat the **** out of her. But when he got there she was waiting for him, a gun next to the horse’s head.
Chunky bowed his head and asked what it was Laura wanted.
With a second thought Laura quickly jumped onto Chunky’s lap and began humping him wildly. Chunky screamed for help, his cries muffled by the weight of Laura’s chins. He tried to push her off but his hands merely sank into the doughy folds that were her arms. Laura was panting, her mbumive celluloid covered thighs were crushing his male reproductive organ. Her mammary glands sagged against his chest and made horrible, irremovable imprints upon his chest. Chunky began to weep.
It was then that his horse lifted his head up and saw that his master was in trouble. A horn sprouted out of the top of his head and he quietly whispered, “I’ll save you, Chunky.” It ran full speed at Laura and impaled her upon his horn and swung her into the air. Her mbumive, disgusting body flew into the sun and was burnt to a crisp.
Chunky had fallen over and was crying, whether from the trauma of the enjoy that had just transpired of because of his happiness that his horse had come to his rescue. The horse gently nuzzled Chunky and he looked up and smiled.
“Thanks, I always knew you’d be there for me.” The horse laid down next to him and chunky began delicately petting him. He began to get excited. Soon he was betting him all over, then the caresses turned to kisses and he could see his horse’s member harden, and he could feel his as well. He lightly kissed him on the lips and began unzipping his pants. He bent over and the horse mounted him like he had done so many times before. Chunky cried out in ecstacy as inches and inches of male reproductive organ slid into his loose rectum. His great times splattered all about the floor and just when he thought he could take no more the horse grunted one final time and blew his load into his bum and exploded it wide open. Chunky collapsed on the ground and panted, kissing his faithful companion pbumionately.
“Oh, horsey, I love you.” Log in to see images!
THE END.
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