Just a peck

Lenny is a fat little pervert and you're not attracted to him at all, but you don't see any harm in rewarding him for getting his fat butt underneath you and saving you from breaking your neck. You lean forward and plant your lips on his. Lenny's hands on your firm butt move like the jaws of a sprung trap.

With one hand on your shoulder and one on the back of your head he leans up to your peck and smashes his lips to yours. You try to say something and he uses the parting of your lips to slide his tongue into your mouth. It's sloppy and overbearing and he's gross and...damn it...you're starting to get turned on by it. He gyrates his hips and rubs his hardness in his damp coverall against the fabric of your shorts taut over your mound.

You finally manage to push off his chest and lift your lips from the kiss.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" you object.

Lenny doesn't even seem to hear. His hands move back to your ass and he roughly squeezes both cheeks while continuing to grind against your khaki clad cunt.

"Oh fuck your ass is firm," he moans.

"Knock it off," you demand, feeling the friction pleasure of his bulge rubbing against your growing heat. He continues to roughly squeeze your ass through your shorts.

"Come on, baby," he moans. "Rub against me."

"No way," you say as his hands move to your hips and he thrusts more meaningfully against you. His cock is so hard you can feel its shape through two layers of clothing. It might also be your increased sensitivity. Your cunt is swelling up with excitement and your cleat is buzzing with each rub of fabric on fabric.

"Don't you feel that?" he asks, grinding his cock against you.

"Quit being gross," you complain. You do feel it though, his hardness getting hotter and hotter with the friction, grinding against your cunt, making you squirm atop him.

"That's it," he moans. "Work that pussy."

"Shut up," you say, but you're moving, not like him, not deliberately, but your hips are rolling, your cunt grinding down against him. You can feel your heat building, focusing on your friction-fiddled fuckbutton. You can't take much more. Your nipples are so hard in your bra. You close your eyes and throw back your head. You bite your lower lip to stifle any cry and you grind yourself against him, feeling your wetness soaking your shorts.

"Fucckk," cries Lenny, stabbing his coverall-wrapped cock against the khaki drumhead of your swollen slit. Warm wetness soaks him and you as he shoots a big, messy load into his coveralls. You contribute your own juices, slicking your pussy inside your panties, answering the last orgasmic throbs of your cunt with a flow of your cum into your shorts.

"Holy shit," laughs Lenny. "That was so hot."

"Never do that again," you warn him, feeling immediately guilty. "We need to get moving."

You start to get off of him, but he grabs your wrists and smiles up at you.

"Aren't you going to help me clean up?" he asks. "I'll help you clean up."

Ewww, gross. Your immediate reaction is to pretend to barf and run away from him, but you don't instantly move. You can feel the wetness where you are touching through all your clothes. Remembering a similar filthy feeling after your encounter with the gorilla beast, you realize you are still aroused.