Bottom Heavy Gracie

With Marcie looking at him expectantly and Gracie turning to make her way to the bathroom. Wendell took one last glance at the bust of Marcie, and the tight shorts of Gracie's tanned body.

I think...I've got a shot with Daisy Duke...

"Sorry Marcie, I've had a lot to drink," Wendell said to the witch. She shrugged and the girl trotted off to the patio doors to smoke. When Wendell turned, he got a quick glimpse of Gracie, and her tightly filled shorts, rounding the bottom step up the stairs.

Casually following up behind her Wendell was lost in thought:

She's not gonna let me follow her into the bathroom, and somebody would notice if one of us never came out, how do I do this? There's a few empty rooms upstairs. Why would she go into one of those though?

Popping up the top of the stairs, Wendell got in line right behind Gracie, again sizing up the girl. She was very tan, and dark haired, and despite wearing the front tied flannel shirt, barely had a bust at all. She had a wide, healthy waist that while not toned, wasn't flabby either. Her hips rolled down and tucked into her laughably small denim cut-off shorts which concealed her gigantic buttocks resting atop thick, round thighs.

"Oh, hey girl. You not smokin'?" Gracie asked as she turned around seeing who she thought was Stacy.

"Yeah...I just had a lot to drink. Looks like a long line."

"Ugh, the downstairs is even worse."

The music pumped and drove on. The tracks changed, people cheered, and the dull roar of the crowded room made almost a white noise which left Wendell alone with his thoughts.

How do I get her into one of these rooms?

"Did you see Lindsay, with that loser Harry? She looked pregnant in her Batgirl costume. And what the hell was Harry supposed to be? He looked like the Hamburgler. You know that Sheila sucked him off once in that parking lot behind the art school? What a slut." Gracie rambled for many more moments after this about how terrible Sheila was.

Wendell wasn't even sure who Sheila was other than that Gracie hated her for stealing her boyfriend. Either way, Wendell couldn't have cared less about her, his mind was firmly on one thing: Gracies giant behind and how to get into it. The bathroom line was slow, and plodding, but before long, Gracie went in, and came out. Wendell made a show of going in, though he didn't have to use it.

"Hey, Gracie, wait for me here, ok?"

"Ok, if you want girl, but hurry up. I wanna dance some more."

Inside the bathroom Wendell thought for all the time he felt he could spare.

How can I get her into one of those rooms? All I know about her is that she's kind of a bitch and hates Sheila...oh...duh! Sheila.

As he exited the bathroom allowing an impatient girl dressed as a clown to get inside, Wendell saw Gracie leaning on the balcony and looking down into the living room below where party-goers danced.

"Gracie!," Wendell over the music. Gracie flipped her head around and he continued, "Wanna know something really fucked up about Sheila?" He said looking around suspiciously.

"Ooooh. What?"

"Oh, not here, too many fuckers listening in. In one of those rooms." Wendell felt that his Stacy impression had improved, but he still didn't meet her fuck per sentence quota. The two made their way into a small bedroom with a corner desk, office chair and a small twin bed. Wendell shut and locked the door behind them.

"So? Is the bitch pregnant? Oh, is she slutting it up with one of the professors? OH my god! She's-" She crumpled to the floor with a faint flopping sound.

Does this thing aim itself? Or am I actually a good shot?

--

A now naked Wendell stood near a discarded Stacy, holding out the stripped skin of Gracie. Removing Stacy had gone smoothly, save for the lurching feeing of having his erect penis pop back into existence. The music, dulled and muffled, changed tracks once more. The room was comfortably dim with light coming through the window from a dusk to dawn lamp outside. He looked Gracie's front up and down. She had very obvious tan lines from the salon that made two large pale triangles right over her strangely erect nipples.

What? Does it feel good to shot by this thing?

Another triangle of lighter skin sat over her crotch which was totally smooth and hairless. In the magazines Wendell had looked at, only rarely had he seen women without pubic hair at all, and the sight of the totally bare skin highlighted by the tan lines made pre-cum well up over the head of his cock. With that indicator he could hold on no longer. He flipped Gracie around, her now hollow ass cheeks coming into view. He spread the split in her back and shoved his head in.

After having Gracie tighten up around him, her two heavy ass cheeks inflated with a pleasing and painful sensation that actually made an ooh escape Wendell's mouth. He made his way over to a full body mirror mounted on one of the bedroom walls. She was fantastic. A tan brunette that was all hips, ass, and thighs. Her perfectly curled locks of hair framed a face that Wendell began to use to make sultry faces with. He started squeezing and teasing her a-cups in the mirror with both hands while admiring her shaved pussy. Now that she was inflated, he could more clearly see that, unlike Stacy, Gracie had a much larger clit that was visible from the outside. Her lack of pubic hair made it all the nicer to view and he felt himself getting wet. Moving from sultry faces to down right slutty expressions, Wendell turned to have his side facing the mirror to push out Gracie's ass. He reached back to give her left cheek a firm slap with his left hand, and sent his left hand to her clit. He felt not only the sting in his hand, but also the sting and wobble of his new fat ass cheek. The slight teasing of her clit made him begin to bend over more and he made a discovery.

Gracie was, in fact, very flexible. So flexible that he stopped working her clit for a moment to see how far he could go. Getting a nice eye-level and upside down view of her calves made Wendell readjust his position. The view in the mirror made him almost dripping wet. Gracie's massive ass framed her tight pink asshole and her wet, slightly spread pussy atop her thick pillowy thighs. Below that was her nipples pulled slightly towards her upside down face where her hair hung down and made a tangled mess on the floor.

She could suck her own dick. If she had one.

Despite the angle Wendell tried to put up a hand from the back to rub Gracie's pussy, but ended up rubbing along her asshole.

Woah...that...actually isn't bad.

He rubbed her asshole in small massaging circles, and then attempted to use his other hand to rub her clit from below. This blocked his view a bit in the mirror and made him very, very unstable, but it was worth it. The working of Gracie's large clit in combination with the pressure on her asshole made him buckle down to his knees. Unable to see the mirror now, but not caring, he let his shoulder's and face hit the carpet. With the size of her clit, it was much, much easier to please himself than it had been in Stacy's body. His mouth hung open among a tangled mass of Gracies hair and after many hefty and hard breaths, he found he was drooling again.

Here, he gave up any wait and shoved Gracie's index finger as deep as he could into her ass. It was painful, tight, and made his eyes close, but he loved it. After a few moments of working her finger in and out of her ass it became much easier and pliable. The the familiar, rising sensation came up in her pussy, and he orgasmed. This time, he couldn't contain or mask his screams and he let out:

"FUUUUCK. FUCK. FUCK. AAAHHHHH!" After the quaking in his thighs subsided he let his hands fall, and he collapsed. He eventually rolled over on his back to look down at the nipples, the tanlines, the pussy, her knees slightly raised, and finally her clit.

I wonder if that's true about back to back orgasms?

Still feeling a bit tingly and like he was winding down, between heavy breaths he rubbed a nipple with his right hand, and reached down with his left to Gracie's-

"OH MY-FUCK-GOD!" After only a few short strokes, he was cumming again. He was pumping his hips, shaking, his pussy was squeezing tight and the sound of his fingers wetly working his clit was loud. After slowing down rapidly, he flopped both hands on the floor and came to a realization.

Man..the music's stopped. I'm not done yet.

--

"Yeah, it's really, really, fucked up, and I know you hate her, but you still can't tell a soul about Sheila, understand? It could get me in trouble too."

"I-wha-yeah. Totally I am a closed book girl. Secret is safe with me," The lucid, but clearly confused Gracie replied to Stacy. She was looking around the room, clearly feeling that something was off, but not wanting to seem out of sorts.

People really just seem to roll with it. I guess they don't wanna look crazy.

With party-goers trickling out of the house, an enraged Marcie berated the two for abandoning her, but eventually Wendell ended up back at Hank's truck. Hank, thankfully, still sat on the passenger seat.

"Not a bad party Hank. Not sorry you missed it though."

--

Back in his dorm, Wendell had parked Hank's truck, stuffed him in Stacy's purse and snuck back to his room under the bright flourescent lights. He entered his small room and he stripped off Stacy. He pulled out Hank from her purse and got dressed as himself. After putting on his glasses, he studied the skins.

Well...this is the best I can do.

He laid out Stacy and dressed her skin back up as best he could. Then, knowing Hank's dorm was nearby, simply tossed both of them into the hall and shot them each. Not even watching them inflate for fear of them seeing him, he closed the door and listened intently.

A shuffling of feet, a great deal of swearing from Stacy, and grunts from Hank were what came first.

"Hey, it's 4 a.m! Shut the fuck up!" A student said from inside his room to the two in the hall. After confusion, bickering and what seemed like a couple slaps from Stacy, the two agreed to go sleep off their percieved drunkeness in Hank's room.

Wendell left his door and turned to face the blinds at the opposite end of the room. He took up the plastic raygun and gave it a kiss.

Not a bad night. What else can we get into?