Gut Feeling

Vera wore a ruby red dress to Il Banchetto. The color accentuated the rouge on her chubby cheeks. The velvet was tight against her gut at the start of the evening, and had only grown tighter as she ate. By the time she had finished her fourth tiramisu, Tom could see the dark outline of Vera's belly button through the fabric. Vera caught him staring when he thought she wasn't looking, and smiled devilishly into her wine glass.

Tom sounded hoarse when he asked the waitress for the bill.

Now the dress was in a pile on her bedroom floor with her bra and panties and Tom's clothes. Vera sat naked on the edge of the bed, her breasts draped over her belly. Her gut hung heavy between her knees, covering her sex. Tom stood looking at her, stroking himself. "God, you're perfect," he said.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Vera said, putting her fat index and middle fingers on either side of her bellybutton and spreading the hole wide for him. "You want to fuck my bellybutton, don't you?"

Tom had almost done it the last time he fucked her. Kissing his way down Vera's chins to her thick neck, pausing to tease her massive nipples with his tongue before licking the circumference of her gut he had--seemingly by accident, he hoped--stuck his tongue into her bellybutton.

The taste! The memory of it made his balls ache. He might have passed it off as a mistake, had he been able to keep from fingering her bellybutton as he fucked her that night. In the week between their last date and this one, it was all he could think about. But how to ask?

"How did you know?" he said, disbelieving.

"Call it a gut feeling," she smirked. "You weren't exactly subtle last time. Or at dinner." Tom blushed, despite himself. "C'mon, baby. Fuck my belly."

Tom was painfully hard, and precum wet the head of his cock. He spit on his hand and ran it down the length of himself, just in case. He was glad he did. Even lubed, Vera's bellybutton was tight. Tighter even than her ass.

He pushed himself deeper, up to his balls, feeling her fat belly squeeze around his dick.

"Fuck," he gasped.

"As good as you'd hoped?"

"Better."

Tom began to thrust. Slowly, at first, until the sight of Vera's wobbling flesh and the tightness of her bellybutton overwhelmed him and he couldn't stop himself from pumping faster and faster and faster; bouncing her gut, her tits, with his every thrust.

Watching her lover lose himself so completely in her great, soft body got Vera wet. She was sure the bed would be soaked when she stood. "Oh, fuck, fuck. I'm close," Tom panted.

"Yeah? C'mon, yeah. Fuck my big slutty gut, baby, cum in my bellybutton, baby, yeah, fuck me like a fat whore--"

"FUCK!" Tom grabbed two handfuls of fat on either side of Vera's belly, pumping slower now, savoring the sensation of all that flesh squeezing tight around his cock. His dick throbbed. "Cum in my bellybutton, baby," Vera begged. "Fill me up. Please, please, I love the way your dick feels in my belly."

Tom exploded inside her. Semen spilled out from around his shaft. Tom's knees nearly gave out as he pulled his cock from her. A thick rivulet of glistening white cum seeped from Vera's bellybutton.

"That was amazing," Tom said, leaning forward to kiss Vera. She leaned forward to meet him. Her lips tasted like wine and chocolate. "Lay back," he said.

The bed creaked under Vera's shifting weight. Tom dropped to his knees at the bedside and pushed her thighs apart. Vera pulled her gut back in anticipation. But even with her legs fully spread, the meat of her thighs still obscured her pussy. He nuzzled his face between Vera's legs, burrowing until he came to her humid cunt.

Tom tongued her clit. If Vera moaned, he didn't hear. Her thighs covered his ears like two fleshy muffs. He worked a finger, then two, then three into her pussy, sliding in and out as he nibbled and teased her.

Vera's hips bucked when she came, and she lost her grip on herself. Her gut fell over Tom's head, leaving him blind and deaf between Vera's legs. She said something Tom couldn't hear.

He slid out from under her. "What did you say?"

"I said, 'Keep that up, and you'll have to leave your toothbrush here.'"