Fat-bottomed Girl

Just a short one today inspired by a kick-arse song. Enjoy.

All characters are over 18 and fictional.

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'Fat-bottomed girls you make the rocking world go round'

It was a mantra I was well acquainted with. And I've been chasing them my whole life. Not just big bums. Not "nice butts." I mean the real thing. Heavy, soft, heart-shaped shelves of flesh that jiggle when she walks. That spread wide when she bends, that looks like they were put on this earth to be worshipped, spanked, oiled, and fucked.

I'm a drummer in a hard rock band. The guy in the back keeping time while the frontman gets the glory. We weren't super famous, but we had a dedicated following. We earned a steady living. Toured reasonable-sized club venues and played minor rock festivals.

After every show I'm usually soaked in sweat, wrists aching, ears ringing, and still the first thing I scan the crowd for is that unmistakable silhouette: thick thighs, narrow waist if I'm lucky, and a massive, soft, round arse that refuses to be ignored.

I've followed more of those arses out of clubs than I can count. Some nights I got a hand on one. Some nights I got my face buried in one. Rarely did I get what I really wanted.

Tonight was going to be different.

The club was one of our usual haunts. Small, sticky, and loud. We were finishing the last song of our set. My sticks were still vibrating in my hands. Then I saw her at the edge of the stage. She wasn't waving a lighter or screaming the lyrics. She was just standing there. Facing the crowd in a short black skirt that barely covered the lower curve of two perfect, enormous cheeks. The fabric stretched tight across them, the cleft visible even from where I sat. When she turned to say something to her friend, the whole shelf of her ass shifted and rolled like liquid. My cock went hard so fast it was uncomfortable in my tight jeans.

I pointed her out to Fingers, our guitarist. He rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Jesus! Her again? Aren't you bored of trying?" he mouthed as the crowd cheered and called for an encore.

"You have no idea," I mouthed back.

After the encore, we exited the stage and I found her near the merch table. Up close she was even hotter. Soft belly, full tits under a tight white top, but everything was secondary to that ass. It stuck out so far I could have set a drink on it. She had dark hair, sharp green eyes, and plump lips that already looked ready for action.

"You actually played it!" she cried when she saw me, eyes bright. Bouncing a little on her toes like she still couldn't believe it.

"I nearly screamed the place down when the first riff hit. You never play it. Like, ever. I've been to six of your gigs and prayed for it every single time."

The song in question was a soppy love song I'd written when I was fifteen. It was slow and passionate and didn't really fit the rest of our set at all. I had to beg the guys to play it but I hoped it was worth it.

I grinned, still damp with sweat. "Told you we would... if the price was right."

She laughed, flirty and a little breathless, and stepped in closer. I had tried hitting on her a few months ago and got nowhere. She wasn't the usual groupie type. Most of the girls who hung around after shows wanted a story, a photo or a quick fuck. She had turned me down for months and still kept showing up. That stuck with me more than any easy yes.

We had exchanged numbers though and spoken a little. Just flirty nonsense. Her name was Abby, a barista from Sheffield. But tonight I sensed something between us had changed.

"You've been trying it on with me for months, drummer boy. Every time we've met. 'Come back to the van.' 'Let me buy you a drink.' 'God, that skirt should be illegal.' And every single time I've told you to jog on."

"Painfully aware," I said, eyes dropping straight to her hips.

"That skirt's still doing the Lord's work, by the way."

She bit her lip, playfully. "I know. And I know exactly where you've been staring all night. Same place every show. You've made it very obvious what you're after."

"Guilty."

Just then a couple of girls came up for an autograph. They were both pretty, bubbly and giggly. I smiled and signed their T-shirts before wrapping an arm around the big-butt beauty and leading her down a secluded corridor to avoid further interruptions. The other two girls looked on, a little annoyed.

Abby tilted her head, her voice dropping into something teasing and warm when we were alone.

"So... we had a deal. You play my favourite song. The one you guys always refuse to play... and I finally stop saying no."

Her gaze flicked down to the bulge at my crotch, then back up, cheeks a little pink but a smile of pure mischief.

I swallowed. "That's... exactly how I remember it."

She stepped even closer, close enough that the heat of her body hit me, and gave me a look that was half fangirl, half pure filth.

"You were so good tonight. The way you hit those fills in the middle eight? I was done for. My favourite song, played just for me, and now..."

She reached out, hooked one finger in the waistband of my jeans and tugged lightly.

"My place is just around the corner. Are you coming to collect?"

I didn't even wash the sweat off. Didn't even get changed. Just followed her out a side door into an alley.

She didn't speak again until we were inside her building. Her flat was small, messy, lived-in. The second the door closed she turned, hiked her skirt up over those massive cheeks, and bent slightly so the full weight of them was presented.

No panties. Just soft, pale skin, a deep cleft, and the heavy undercurve of an ass that looked like it had never known a flat surface. It was heart-shaped, perfect, the kind of fat arse that could stop traffic.

"Jesus Christ," I breathed.

"You've been so patient baby," she breathed over her shoulder.

"I'm not going to make you wait any longer. But you're going to do it the way I like."

"You can look," she said with a naughty grin.

"You can touch. You can do whatever you want to it. But I should tell you something first."

I was already behind her, both hands full of soft, warm flesh. The weight of it filled my palms and spilled between my fingers. I squeezed and watched the skin go white then pink.

"I'm an anal queen." She said it casually, like she was announcing her preferred coffee order.

"Cock in my pussy is fine. But if you want me to come hard. Really hard... You put it in my little rose bud. I've trained for it. I've stretched for it. I come hardest when something thick is buried deep in there and someone is talking filthy about how big my arse is while they fuck it."

My brain short-circuited for a second. Then every drop of blood in my body headed south.

"You're serious."

She reached back, grabbed one of my wrists, and guided my hand lower until my fingers found her pink puckered rosebud. It was already soft, slightly open, slick with something that wasn't just sweat.

"Feel that? I fingered myself in the bathroom before your set. Thinking about your hands on these cheeks. I'm ready. But I want the whole show. Worship first. Stretch me. Rim me. Make me drip. Then fuck my fat ass until I can't walk straight. And while you do it, tell me how much you love it. That's what I need."

I dropped to my knees right there in the hallway.

The first thing I did was bury my face between those luscious cheeks. The scent of her skin, the heat, the soft give of the flesh against my cheeks. I groaned into her. My hands spread her wide, wider than should have been possible, revealing the tight pink pucker that was already glistening. I licked a long, slow stripe from her perineum up over her hole. She shivered and pushed back.

"That's it," she murmured. "Get it nice and wet."

Then, her voice went lower.

"I've been training this hole for years. Not for random guys. For the ones who actually look at me like I'm more than a pair of tits and a fat arse. The way you're looking at me now. Don't waste it."

I licked her like a man dying of thirst. Flat tongue, pointed tongue, circling, pressing, sucking. The soft flesh of her ass filled my vision. Two enormous pillows of skin and fat that jiggled every time she shifted her weight. I spanked one cheek hard enough to leave a pink handprint and watched the ripple travel across the surface. The sound was wet and heavy and mixed with her horny moans.

"Harder!" She cried. "I like it when it jiggles."

I spanked her again. And again. Both cheeks, alternating, until the skin was hot and flushed and the underside of her ass was bouncing with every impact. My cock was so hard it hurt inside my tight jeans. I stood just long enough to strip, then went back to my knees. Taking a bottle of lube she handed me from a side table like she'd planned this.

I poured it generously into the cleft of her ass and watched it run down over her hole and drip onto the floor. Then I used both hands to massage it in, spreading her open, kneading the heavy flesh, watching the oil turn her pale skin glossy. My thumbs found her entrance and pressed. She felt so soft and relaxed. The tip of one thumb sank in easily.

"Fuck," I whispered. "You're already open."

"I told you. Anal queen." She looked back at me, eyes half-lidded.

"Add another. Stretch me. I want to feel it when you finally put that thick cock in me."

I worked two fingers into her slowly, twisting, scissoring, feeling the heat and the grip. Her ass clenched around them then relaxed, taking more. I added a third. The sight of my fingers disappearing into that soft, fat arse while her cheeks quivered around my hand almost made me come untouched.

I leaned in and licked around my fingers, tasting lube and her, while my free hand kept spanking and squeezing. She was starting to pant now.

"Talk to me... argh. Tell me what you see," she moaned.

"I see the most perfect fat arse I've ever had my hands on," I said, my voice rough.

"Soft. Heavy. Jiggling every time I move my fingers. Your hole is stretched around three of them and still looks hungry,"

She laughed, breathless. "Keep going."

I spent a long time like that. Fingering her open, rimming her, oiling her, spanking her, praising every inch. I told her how the weight of her ass felt in my hands. How the soft underside would look bouncing against my hips. How I wanted to watch my cock disappear between those cheeks and never come back out. Every filthy sentence made her wetter, made her hole flutter and open more.

When I finally stood and lined up behind her she reached back and spread herself for me.

"Slow at first," she groaned. "I want to feel every inch. Then you can wreck me."

The head of my cock pressed against her slick, stretched entrance. The heat of her was immediate. I pushed and the tight ring gave, swallowing the tip with a soft, wet pop. I groaned. She was hot, silky, and so soft inside that it felt like being sucked into warm velvet. I watched the way she swallowed me. Those heavy cheeks parting around the shaft, the soft flesh dimpling as more of me sank in.

She exhaled slowly as the head probed further, a low, shaky sound.

"Fuck... that's it. Mmm so thick. Keep going. I can feel every inch stretching me open."

Her hole fluttered then relaxed, taking more. Inch by inch I fed it to her. Halfway. Three-quarters. Then I bottomed out, my hips pressed flush against the softest, fullest ass I'd ever felt. The entire shelf of it rested against me, warm and yielding. I stayed there, buried, just feeling the weight and the grip. She made a soft, punched-out noise and pushed back hard, grinding the full weight of her arse against me.

I stayed buried, just breathing, feeling the full softness of her pressed against me. Months of staring, of getting nowhere, and now I was as deep as I could go. It felt better than I'd let myself imagine.

"Christ," I breathed. "You're perfect. This arse was made to take cock."

She pushed back, grinding in a slow circle so I could feel every ripple of her flesh.

"Fuck it then. Make it bounce," she giggled and bit her lip seductively.

I pulled almost all the way out and slid back in. The drag was incredible. Tight, hot and slick with lube. Her ass jiggled with the impact. I did it again, harder. The thick undercurve of her cheeks slapped wetly against my hips. I set a rhythm. Deep, steady, rolling strokes that made her entire peachy rear move like waves.

Every thrust sent ripples across the surface. Every withdrawal left her hole gaping and shiny around my cock before it swallowed me again. I talked the whole time. Saying the filthiest things I could imagine.

"Look at this fat ass taking every inch. Christ! Soft enough to sink into, heavy enough to slap back against me, and still swallowing me like it was made for it. This is what I've been dreaming about since the first time I saw you. A real fat-bottomed girl with her hole stretched wide and begging for more. You love this don't you? You fucking hot anal slut queen!"

She moaned loudly, reaching back to pull one cheek aside so I could watch the stretch better.

"Harder. I want to feel it in my stomach. Arghh! Fuck your anal slut queen!"

I gripped her hips, or tried to. There was so much soft flesh coated with oil that my fingers struggled to grip. I started pounding. The sound of oil-slick skin on skin filled the apartment. Her arse moved in heavy, liquid waves with every thrust, the thick undercurve slapping wetly against me while her hole clung and released. The cleft flexed and opened. Her hole clung to my cock on every outstroke, pink and stretched and glistening.

I reached around and found her swollen clit, rubbing in time with the thrusts. She came first and hard. Her ass clamped down so tight I saw stars, milking me while she cried out and her whole body shook. The orgasm made her cheeks tremble and clench in waves. I kept fucking her through it, deep and steady, praising her the entire time.

"That's it, baby. Come on this thick cock. Come with your arse full. God, look at you. Softest, biggest, best butt I've ever fucked."

She was still trembling when she pushed me down on my back, turned, and climbed on top. She faced away so I could watch everything. Her knees spread wide on either side of my hips and she reached back, guided me to her hole again, and sank in one long, slow slide until I was buried to the hilt.

Then she started riding me like an expert fuck jockey.

The view before me was obscenely filthy. That enormous, soft, heart-shaped ass rose and fell, swallowing my cock over and over. Every time she dropped, her cheeks bounced and separated and slapped against my thighs. I could see the stretch, the way her hole clung, the oil and her wetness making everything shiny. I grabbed both cheeks and spread them wide while she rode, watching my cock disappear completely into the soft centre of her.

"Talk," she demanded, breathless. "Tell me how it looks."

"Oh fuck! Your fat arse is stretched wide around me and still soft. The way it takes every inch... Christ. I've been staring at this arse for months and it still looks better than I imagined. Keep pushing back. Let me watch it swallow me."

She came again while riding me, grinding down hard and shaking. The clench of her pulled a long, broken groan out of me. I held her hips and thrust up, meeting every bounce, making her ass ripple harder. When she slowed I rolled us so she was face-down, ass up, and I covered her with my body.

I fucked her with slow, deliberate thrusts. Then, with my chest against her back, hands full of her soft belly and the heavy undersides of her tits my cock dragged in and out of her. Her hole clung pink and shiny around the base of my cock while the rest of her arse stayed soft and yielding I kissed the back of her neck and kept talking. Filthy, reverent, obsessive.

"This is it. This is what I've wanted my whole life. A girl who loves it in the arse. Soft. Open. Taking every stroke."

"Harder. Fill me. I want to feel you come deep!" She cried.

I gave it to her harder. Her ass bounced under me in heavy, soft waves. I watched the way the flesh moved, the way her hole stretched and gripped, the way oil and her wetness mixed and dripped down her thighs. The pressure built low and hot. I reached under her again and rubbed her hard clit in tight circles.

She came a third time with a broken cry, arse clamping rhythmically around me. The milking sensation dragged me over the edge. I buried myself to the root and came hard. Long, pulsing spurts flooded deep inside her. I kept thrusting through it, shallow and desperate, watching her soft arse accept every drop while I groaned praise into her skin.

We stayed locked together for a long time after. My cock softened slowly inside her. I kissed the dimples at the base of her spine and stroked the soft, marked flesh of her ass. Eventually she looked back at me with a lazy, satisfied smile.

"Still obsessed?"

I squeezed both cheeks, watching them overflow my hands.

"More than ever."

She laughed softly. "Good. Because that was only the first round. Anal queens don't stop at one load."

I was already hardening again. The rest of the night was a blur of oiled skin and deep, rhythmic fucking. I took her on her side so I could watch one heavy cheek bounce with every thrust. I bent her over the arm of the couch and spanked her while I pounded, making the entire shelf of her ass ripple and turn pink. I had her sit on my face so I could rim her open again while she stroked my cock, then pulled her down onto it and let her ride until she came a fourth time, shaking and cursing.

Every position was about her butt. How it looked, how it felt, how it moved, how perfectly it took me. I never stopped talking. I told her she was the living embodiment of anal worship. I told her her fat rear was art. I told her I wanted to live between those cheeks. She answered with moans and demands and the wet, filthy sounds of a well-fucked hole.

When I finally came for the second time it was with her on her back, legs pushed wide, my hands under her knees so I could watch everything. Her soft belly and full tits shook with the force of my thrusts. Her hole was red, stretched and glistening. I buried deep and emptied into her again while she clenched and came with me, her fat cheeks quivering around my cock.

Afterwards we lay in a sweaty heap. I kept one hand on her arse the entire time, fingers sinking into the soft, marked flesh, feeling the heat I'd left behind.

She smiled against my chest. "Tomorrow night. Same place. I'll be waiting with it oiled and open."

I closed my eyes and squeezed.

Queen had been right. Fat-bottomed girls really do make the rockin' world go round.

And this one was mine.