The angel on your shoulder wins

"Oh, god, you're amazing," you say and stroke Janice's head as her tongue curls inside your creamy crease.

"That thing you do where you suck both of my pussy lips into your mouth at the same time is...incredible."

Janice slides her tongue from your steaming snatch and lifts her face from between your legs. Your juices glisten on her fat cheeks and she beams with pride.

"You taste sweet as a peach, hon," she wipes your cum from her face with the sleeve of her uniform.

Her eyes roam across your naked body, tiny beads of sweat glistening against your smooth skin.

"I've never been with anyone as hot as you," she says, almost acting shy. "I mean, I've been with some pretty girls, but you're just, shit. You are hot as a coal in a fire."

Her words betray a sweetness you hadn't expected from her cruel behavior earlier. You realize, now, that Janice is used to being surrounded by beautiful women who turn her down. The rejection is probably even a part of the low self esteem that has allowed her to let herself go so badly.

"Can I see your body, Janice?" You ask as she kneels between your legs.

"Oh," she looks down at her bulging uniform and seems crestfallen, "I don't think you want to see what's under here."

"I do," you counter and then sit up.

You run your fingers across her enormous chest, fingertips dragging the strained buttons of her uniform.

You look up from her breasts and then wrap your arms around her neck so she has to look you in the eye.

"I want to see you, all of you, Janice," you tell her. "Do you think I would get completely naked and ask you to lick me just to say something mean to you?"

She frowns and still looks a bit uneasy about the prospect of stripping completely nude. You can sympathize, you had a zit one time on your butt, long since gone, but it was soooo embarrassing when your ex-boyfriend wanted to do doggy style and you couldn't think of anything but that one little pimple. A woman in Janice's shape probably feels like she's covered in icky pimples.

"I think I know something that might help," you say and stand up.

Janice watches you with interest as you cross over to her desk and turn on a small desk lamp that puts out a weak yellow light. Then you walk over to the light switches by the door and turn off the overhead fluorescent lights. It seems almost pitch black for a moment, but slowly your eyes adjust to the dimness.

"There," you say and bounce on your heels. "This is much more relaxing. Flourescents make me look all weird too."

Janice snorts in disagreement, but you ignore her and help her to her feet.

"Come on," you encourage her, "don't you want to get me all turned on again?"

Reluctantly, Janice allows you to help her undress. You join her in unbuttoning her uniform, pulling the tails out of her slacks and sliding the shirt from her shoulders. It's not a pretty sight, but her tits are enormous. H-cups, easily, fat titflesh overflowing the heavy maternity style bra she is wearing. You unhook the bra in the front and the cups fall away from her flesh. There is the distinct smell of sour sweat and even in the dim light you can see thick purple and green veins running up her breasts. She has huge brown areolas and very large nipples, nearly as big around and as long as the first joint of your thumb.

"Those are amazing," you coo and tease your fingers across her breasts. "They're so much bigger than mine."

You crush your tits into hers to emphasize the point.

"All of me is a lot bigger than you," she replies.

"More of you to love," you wink at her.

You fingers trail over the bulging rolls of fat beneath her breasts and unhook her belt. She grunts when you uncinch it from her waist. You kneel before her and pull her slacks down her fat thighs. You can see pimples there, on her inner thigh, and there isn't much to say about her plain cotton panties other than they're completely soaked with her arousal. You have to gently slide fingers beneath her grotesque fat rolls to hook them into the waist of her panties and pull them down. She's completely unshaved between her legs, with a damp nest of dark pubic hair and a pussy that is large, but still seems small compared to her size.

"Mmmmmm," you try to sound excited by what you're seeing. "Turn around, let me see your ass."

You wish you hadn't asked when she turns her huge ass around. It's cellulite city and covered in red pimples. There is also a strong smell, thankfully just of sweat.

"Mmmmmm," you repeat and let your hands settle on the gigantic cheeks of her ass while you consider what you've gotten yourself into by getting the obese woman naked.