Unfinished business (part three)

Chapter 7

“Jenna!” David said in his typically endearing boyish manner. Wearing nothing more than a pair of gym shorts and an apron casually draped over his rock-hard and shirtless pecs and abs, he threw his arms around me and gave me one of his signature heartwarming hugs, “I’m so glad you are here. Please come in.”

“Thanks,” I said, “where is Neville?”

“Neville is out this evening,” David said, “he wanted you and I to have a chance to know each other better. So it’s just the two of us tonight.”

It had been several weeks since that wild night that Neville and I shared with one another, when I had learned all about Neville’s new life, as well as the morning that I had first become aware of David’s existence. During that time, the three of us had started spending quite a bit of time together as I would often come over and join the two of them for dinner. Neville and I would gorge ourselves like pigs while David looked on in delight as he sipped on protein shakes and nibbled on rabbit food. Once Neville and I were good and stuffed we’d all lay out on the bed and watch movies while David gave us both belly massages. Those evenings were a lot of fun, but I had no idea what to make of what was going on here.

“I made some delicious arroz con pollo,” David said as he led me into the suite and toward the kitchen, “and I’m also making some stewed pork, pasteles and empanadas.”

The aromas were intoxicating. I knew that David could cook, as I’d seen him prepare meals before in the past, but never anything this impressive. Typically, when Neville and I would go on our massive pig outs, it was mostly made up of food that had been prepared by the kitchen staff downstairs. This was especially special, a home cooked meal prepared by an absolutely delicious looking man.

As I followed David into the kitchen, I couldn’t help but fixate upon his absolutely luscious looking buns. He was an absolute doll, a real hunk of a guy. In my heart, I started to lament not only the fact that David was gay, but also that he was Neville’s boyfriend and not mine. There were a few times when it seemed like maybe Neville wanted me to join in on his and David’s hanky-panky, but I never did. I don’t know why, I guess I just didn’t feel right about it somehow. Truthfully though, I was very attracted to them both for different reasons. David was just plain hot; there’s not a woman or man on Earth who could deny his raw sexiness. Neville on the other hand, I couldn’t resist his hedonistic ways, his pure lust for food, drink and sex, the simplest yet most powerful pleasures in life.

Waddling along behind David into the kitchen area, I became aware of just how winded I was getting. Walking from the penthouse elevator to the door of the suite, then the few steps from the front door to the kitchen, it all may as well have been a mile long obstacle course for my fat little bod. I had gotten so heavy and round by this point that even the most mild fits of physical exertion would cause me to start panting like a dog, feeling like I might pass out from exhaustion.

“Come,” said David as he stood over a steaming-hot pot atop the stovetop. He grabbed a large wooden spoon and stuck it into the spicy mixture of chicken and rice. “Please, try.”

I wobbled my way over toward him, getting as close as I could before my big belly nearly knocked him over. Grinning like a giddy school girl, I opened my mouth widely as I leaned forward, clutching the front of my big tummy to keep it from bouncing around wildly. As I wrapped my lips around the delicious delicacy, I closed my eyes and let out a low guttural hum as my mind reeled over the explosion of flavor happening in my mouth. “Soooo good!” I moaned as I quickly swallowed and let my tongue come flying out of my mouth again, begging for another bite.

“Ah, you like,” David said with a big smile across his gorgeous face, as he began to gleefully shovel spoonful after spoonful into my fat face. Before I knew it, David was stuffing me at a frenetic pace as the two of us stood there in front of the stove. I could feel my belly swelling up already as the filling and fattening foods filled me up and caused me to bloat outward like a giant dirigible. Even though somewhere deep down inside of me, there was a little voice telling me that I needed to watch myself, that I needed to slow down and cool off, I just couldn’t stop. I was out of control and I was loving it.

“Here, try this,” David said then as he grabbed one of the pasteles with one hand, the other hand swimming around behind me and placing itself atop the hefty shelf between my fat ass and my lower back. As David pulled me in closer to him, I once again opened my mouth widely and let my tongue come dangling out, allowing him to stuff the long shaft of the thick and juicy pastele inside of me. Again I closed my eyes and was overcome by the strong sensations of the textures and flavors as they danced around inside of me, taking me over and sending me into a dimension ruled by my gluttonous greed. I couldn’t get enough, panting and drooling like a hungry mutt, begging for David to fill me up with more and more and more.

“Mmm, someone is so hungry today,” David said as he began to shove forkfuls of pork in me. “I just love watching you eat, Jenna. You eat with so much passion, with such an insatiable desire.”

“I know,” I said with a mouthful, sounding oafish and awkward in comparison to David’s elegant ways of speaking, “I’m such a ***ing pig. I just — *URP!* — can’t help it.”

“It’s so sexy though,” David said, crinkling up his cute little nose and squinting his dark and smoldering eyes, “watching you as you swallow every last bite of everything I give you. It’s like I could just keep feeding you all day and night and you wouldn’t stop, would you? You’d just keep eating and eating forever, getting endlessly fatter and fatter — wouldn’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I said buffoonishly, nodding up and down as if I were a bobblehead doll, my tongue flapping around against my chin as I slobbered drool everywhere, my face and my boobs completely covered in crumbs and stains. I was such a mess, but I didn’t care at all. It’s as though a certain threshold is crossed when I eat too much, and all the blood from my brain has gone down to my digestive system and I become a total airhead.

“God, that’s so hot,” David said in a near whisper, “you’re so hot, Jenna. I’m getting so hot and bothered, I think I need to take this apron off.”

Standing there panting, holding my overstuffed belly, I watched as David pulled back and removed his apron, pulling it up over his head and casting it down to the floor with his thick and stately python-like arms. There he stood before me shirtless, his olive skin glistening with sweat in the dim light of the kitchen, every muscle rippling and flexing with each subtle movement he made. Looking him up and down like a hungry wolf eyeing a piece of raw meat, I noticed a significant bulge sticking up from his loose-fitting gym shorts, creating a more than impressive pyramid formation over the circumference of his crotch.

“Woof,” was all I managed to push out as I stood before him, panting and drooling like an untamed animal.

“Do you like my body?” David asked as he slowly drew himself back toward me. I just nodded like an idiot again, acting as if I had completely forgotten how to speak. “I like your body, Jenna,” he whispered as he slid his hands along the sides of my massively overinflated love handles, curving around behind me and then grabbing to big fistfuls of my flabby ass-meat. “You’re so big,” he said, “and so very soft.”

I found myself with my face planted directly into David’s big barrel chest, my nose practically sandwiched in between his hard-as-granite pectorals. I could feel the heat radiating off of his red hot body, the scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk intoxicating my mind and dragging me even further under his enchantment. Then, as if I were possessed by some lascivious spirit, my tongue jutted out of my mouth and I began to lick the contours of David’s divinely muscular chest.

“Ohh, so yummy,” I moaned, sounding drunk as if I’d been drinking all day, even though I hadn’t had a drop. Then I felt David take my face into his hands, and he planted the most sensuously and sinfully delicious kiss on my lips, his tongue furiously lapping away at mine as they tangled and intertwined themselves within the vortex created by both of our orifices.

“Mmm, you’re the yummiest,” I heard him coo as he let loose his lip-lock and proceeded to lick and kiss all over my face.

“Oh, David,” I moaned, suddenly becoming alert enough to realize what was happening. “David,” I gasped, “what about Neville?”

“Shhh,” David said, placing a single finger of my wet and slippery lips. “It’s okay,” he said, “Neville knows we are here and he knows what we’re doing. He knows that tonight, I want you all to myself.” Then David wrapped his big arms tightly around my even bigger body, pressing me even further into him, the petrified protrusion emanating from his nether regions poking itself even further into the softness of my lower belly.

“Tonight you are all mine,” David whispered before releasing me and taking a step backward, “and tonight, all of this is yours to do with whatever you want.” He then dropped his gym shorts to the floor, and the single most gargantuan erect penis flung itself forward, bouncing up and down and flailing all about in the air.

“Woof, woof!” was all I could say, my tongue practically hanging down to my boobs as I drooled lustfully. Then, as if I were being propelled by forces beyond my control, I took a step forward and clutched my hand on the countertop to my left, slowly lowering myself down upon my knees so as not to lose my balance and begin rolling around the floor like a giant bowling ball. Without a word, a quickly plunged his pulsating phallus into my moist and waiting mouth and began sucking on it furiously. I had never been so enthusiastic about giving head before, but his penis was just so big and so beautiful — I just had to put it in my mouth and taste it.

“Oh, Jenna!” I heard him groan, “that feels so good! You’re such a hungry girl; you *** like a champion!” My tongue lapped away at the underside of his shaft as I did all that I could to coax his cum out and into my mouth. I wanted to swallow his seed so badly; I wanted his sperm to be the digestif that topped off the epic meal that he had fed me that evening.

Before long, a white-hot load of ejaculate came coursing out of him and splashing against the back of my throat. I gulped as much of it down as I possibly could before pulling him out of me and letting the remainder of it splash all over my face. Then, as if we were in some sort of a race against time, David lifted me up off of the floor and pulled my shirt up over my head, my big boobs and belly bouncing around like a bag full of dodge balls before whisking me off into the bedroom where he proceeded to fuck the everliving shit out of me for the rest of the night.

I am not being hyperbolic here: he was an absolute machine. I came so many times that I lost count, my head spinning and every cell in my body vibrating with an ecstatic pleasure such as I had never felt in all of my life. I was huffing and puffing, my huge body expanding and contracting as he continuously plowed himself in and out of me, his huge dick penetrating me so deep that it felt as though it ran the risk of sticking up through the back of my throat. It was all so intense that I blacked out at a certain point, but even then my whole body was swelling and shaking with elation.

The morning came and I awoke to find David’s sculpted body draped all over my soft and flabby curves. He seemed to be sleeping so peacefully, I hated to wake him, but I had to talk to him. I felt as confused as much as I felt enraptured by what we had shared the night before — I needed to know how he felt about it, and what was next for us.

As he slowly came to, David began to once again embrace me tightly, kissing me lovingly. Before things could start getting out of hand again though, I told him that I needed him to talk to me and explain to me exactly what was going on between us.


“I don’t want you to feel confused,” he said to me, “I love Neville, he truly is the light of my life — but we have a very open relationship, and you are someone that I really wanted to get closer to and know better.”

“Typical man,” I thought to myself, as we really didn’t know anything about one another other than the fact that we each seemed to be insanely attracted to the other.

“I wasn’t even sure if you were into girls at first,” I said to him, “but now that I know that you are, I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t wish that I could have you all to myself all the time, David.”

David looked into my eyes and kissed me softly on my lips. “Jenna,” he said then, “I promise you this: even though Neville is the love of my life, I will always be here for you too, and anytime you want me to yourself, all you need to do is say the word and I will be there for you.”

He then scooped me up into his strong embrace, squeezing me tightly as his lips set mine ablaze once again. His loving touch and his tender words made me feel assured for the moment, but deep down I couldn’t help but wonder if it really could be just that easy for us.