Harbin the slob

Speedy pulled the name from the hat. The room was quiet and it stayed that way.

“I won!” Harbin threw his hands in the air. His bucktoothed grin was the only one in the room.

“Dammit! The fucking Fatso is getting laid before I am?” Greg sneered.

“Aw man…” Speedy whined. “I’m never gonna lose it am I?”

Amy was speechless. She held her hand to her chest and considered the ramifications.

“Ha! Bitch, you gon’ smell like Harbin’s ass til the end of the semester.” Anita said.

This brought some laughter but mostly disappointed sighs.

Harbin was giggling. The 6’ 2’’ teen was bubbly.

Amy raised an eyebrow. “Why the fuck does this keep happening to me?” She said to herself.

The crowd dispersed. Harbin had completely ruined the fun. The older students shoved Speedy on the way out. The pipsqueak would suffer for this.

“Why the fuck did you grab his name, you little shit? Amy’s gonna be too gross to fuck once Harbin’s done with her.”

That made the overweight boy giggle more. He looked like a jittery egg to Amy. A round head topped with fluffy brown hair. His chin and neck were hard to differentiate as they sloped toward his pooching gut which kept his condiment-crusted polo shirt tucked in his shorts and gave him an ovaloid shape.

Amy was gripped by a prophetic vision of Harbin riding her hips missionary style. She cringed at the thought of seeing him naked. So why was she getting wet?

“Yay!” He clapped his hands and reached for Amy’s shoulders. “We get to be Field Trip Buddies!”

The blonde backed into her bed, the bare bottoms of her hefty cheeks sliding onto the cool mattress. Harbin pulled her in for a hug and her boobs were crushed against his sweaty chest. She could feel the moisture clinging to the inside of his shirt.

“This is gonna be so much fun!” He said. He nuzzled cheeks with Amy, ignoring the fact she was bending over backwards to evade his touch.

“Ew. Get the fuck off me!” Her palms slapped his chest. She winced as she was reminded of the unsettling sensation of soft cheese.

Harbin dropped her on the bed.

“Hey. You have to be nice to me. I won the raffle.” He wagged his finger. “It’s the rules.”

Amy scowled.

But she didn’t disagree.

“Whatever. Let me finish packing and we can talk about this later.”

Amy crawled away from his shadow on her belly, hoping for just a few feet of space. Harbin got one look at her milky white asscheeks and started drooling. He reached for her ass, paused, and then sank his fingers into her soft buns. He left greasy fingerprints on her shorts and when he slid his chunky sausage links underneath Amy gasped.

He palmed her ass with sweaty palms and left a slimy residue creeping down her crack. The moisture tickled her ass and she clenched herself tight.

“Mmm. These are nice…” Harbin said.

Amy propped her elbow on the bed and held her chin. He wasn’t trying to fuck her so she obliged his molestation.

“Bigger.” Harbin said. “I wish it was bigger. You should start doing squats.”

“Excuse me?” Amy said. Her jaw dropped. “I’m not some custom-made barbie doll, okay? And I do plenty of squats already. Thank you.”

“Then do more…”

“Since my butt is so disappointing, you mind getting off me?” Amy said through grit teeth.

“…” Harbin massaged her ass and watched her heavy cheeks wobble like gelatin. “Wait…”

He pulled his shorts down and placed his cock between Amy’s moons. She looked over her shoulder and saw the oily dong curving along with the shape of her ass. Harbin hardened. He draped himself over her, planting his palms on the bed and awkwardly shifting his hips forward and back to properly hotdog the bitchy blonde.

“Ooo god, Harbin! No!”

The mattress was flattened beneath them and the frame creaked and bent. Amy’s bottom half was crushed beneath Harbin’s hips and thighs. Her pale legs stuck out, toes pointed at the floor, while she clutched at the sheets to pull herself free. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Harbin pushed harder, dragging his dick until it was wedged tighter than a plump sausage in a tiny bun. Her ass felt like soft velvet and the inexperienced boy reached his limit.

“MmmMMmm! I’mgonnacum! I’mgonnaCUMMMmmmmnnggg!”

“Eww! Dude! Dude! I just changed this shirt!”

The overweight boy jizzed over Amy’s ass, sending putrid meringue-colored ropes up her spine. It splattered her clothes, marking the teenage girl as Harbin’s sexual property.

Amy yanked the comforter to her chest. Her mouth was open in a groan, but she was incapable of sound. She was either cumming or having a seizure. Either seemed likely