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INCLUDED IN THE BACK AN EXCERPT FROM "THE FAT GIRL" BY LUKE KELLY

I was a broke college student, so I was willing to take any job to get by hauling firewood, mowing grass, cleaning pools...whatever it took to be able to party at the end of the week.

That's how I met Miss Veronica. One look at her big, beautiful self, and I was in love.

She was a painter, and when she told me my job was to pose for her...well, let's just say that I became her most enthusiastic applicant...

This short story is approximately 4,600 words long and is packed full of graphic and explicit depictions of sex with a big, sexy woman. It is most definitely NOT intended for minors.

EXCERPT FROM THE STORY

Miss Veronica's house was at the end of a quiet little dead end street. I stepped up onto her front porch and knocked on the door, thinking that, as small as her yard was, any yard work she might want done shouldn't be too strenuous. I could probably rake the leaves out of the whole back yard in a half hour.

The door opened, and I automatically took a step back. Miss Veronica was nothing like what I'd expected.

Talking to her on the phone put me in mind of a tiny little divorced housewife, maybe in her fifties, someone who had a thrift shop addiction and needed help loading the stuff up to take it to the local Goodwill. I'd pictured her as just over five feet tall, thin, with the kind of short, blue-black hair that only someone well on their way to being a little old lady could pull off.

But no. Miss Veronica was a big woman. Five-eight, five-nine maybe, with bronze red hair and dimpled cheeks and a set of tits that looked like they were fighting to burst free of the 40DDD cage she'd wrestled them into. She was narrower at the waist, though by no means thin, and her hips flared out to give her one hell of a rear end. She wore all red, including a hat, and when she smiled at me I had the strangest reaction.

I wondered what those cherry red lips would look like wrapped around my cock.

Oh yes. Miss Veronica floored me. She was...well, she was smoking hot.

I shook my head, stunned. I was very attracted to this big, beautiful woman...and I hadn't known that I'd liked big women until she opened the door and leveled me with her looks.

Wow.

"You must be the boy that called," she said, and her voice was the same, but looking at her...I couldn't recall why I thought she should be a little old lady. She wasn't a day past thirty-five, and her body... I was sweating just thinking about all the fun things I wanted to do to her.

I offered her my hand and introduced myself, though I still wondered if I was actually speaking words or if it was just some garbled mush that came out of my mouth. She seemed to understand me, so I must've been speaking English, but I don't know how. All my brain cells were narrowed down on figuring out a way to undress this big, beautiful lady and get her in bed.