Thick Femboy Novels & Stories

Thick thighs, soft belly, heavy tits… I’m already imagining how they’d look bouncing while I fuck you. Ava’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs so fast it made her dizzy. ThickLittleSecret: You don’t even know what I look like. SirM: I don’t need to. I can picture it. That fat ass of yours bent over, those thick thighs spread wide while I eat your pussy until you’re crying. I’d spank it red first. Make it jiggle under my hand. Then I’d bury my face between your legs and stay there for hours if that’s what it took to make you come on my tongue.

The old lady kept telling us as she filled our glasses with water. "Yes, Nay. She's Femella, my girlfriend." A sarcastic escaped my lips when I heard him utter it with such pride and mockery. I tried to object but his firm hand was on my hand under the table and squeezed it lightly after shooting me a look that says I will not like it if he didn't want my answer. "Fem is naturally shy with people around. She's sometimes aloof with people she just met," he added while still giving me a side look. Me? Shy? Wow! He seriously needs to rethink of another word to describe me.

"Ahh, ahh, you are going too deep," She moaned, leaning by her chest on the wall. "I know, no one can resist my thing," Subham said, pushing it into her from behind. Subham, 22-year-old, was the son of a rich merchant. He did nothing but f*ck. A f*ckboy who only thought that women were only meant for sex. He had small black eyes, pale yellow skin, half bald head with short brown hair, thin body and a humongous d*ck. You think that how did I know all this? Well, I watched him doing all those things which I always wanted to do.

I’’m smart, fun, and- A young couple passes us, both probably in their early twenties, both model material. The girl looks Hispanic, with an obvious but well done BBL. The rest of her is tall and just thin enough to be considered thicc but not fat. Her boyfriend (that’s what I’m assuming he is) is tall, taller than Blake even. He’s muscular but he’s somewhere between Lewis and Blake; slightly lean with broad shoulders and just enough muscle to show clearly that he’s a gym bro.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

I felt a tingling sensation in my hard cock as I looked over my shoulder, gazed longingly at Robert's hard cock, and finally voiced my desires as I said lustily, "I want you to fuck my ass until you fill me with your hot cum." I then looked up at Thomas and said honestly, "I want to suck your hard cock until you blow your load down my throat." Robert smacked my ass cheeks with his hard cock as he asked, "What are you, boy?" I felt my hard cock jump as I announced, "I'm a fuckboy." Thomas patted my mouth with his cock head as he asked, "Who do you belong to, fuckboy." I looked up into Thomas's eyes, as I declared, "I belong to both of you."

“This pussy is going to feel so good wrapped around my cock. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.” He withdrew his fingers with a lewd pop, leaving me empty and aching. I heard the rustle of fabric as he shoved his sweatpants down his muscular thighs. The heavy, hot length of his thick cock slapped heavily against my right ass cheek, making me whimper. He was massive—much thicker and longer than Joe had ever been. The fat, veined shaft pulsed with need, the swollen head already leaking beads of pre-cum that smeared across my skin.

Lindy had her hands covering her mouth in utter disbelief. The Macmiller triplets had their fleshy dicks out in the open! Damn! These men were as infamous as the rumors have it. The muscular one in the middle, who was her favourite had the dick with the most veins. It was creamish at the tips too. She recalled that Thane was his name. He like his weed bare in his hand without any pipe. Unlike the triplet by the right side, Chad, he was with a hookah. Chad had the biggest dick. If her calculations were correct, it was a size 10. Chad's dick was fleshy, chubby and meaty. Girls in the club would call such dick ‘a jambalaya’. The final triplet Klein had a knife shaped dick. He was smoking a gian

It was really heartbreaking for O'Connell, after breaking up with Preet. And the one before Preet, was Femi. A Yoruba guy. He was one slime bastard, who was a bisexual, and big womanizer. O'Connell had no idea about this, because Femi pretend to be the perfect boyfriend. Cooking O'Connell's meals, going to pick O'Connell from work, giving O'Connell massage to ease his aching body, making water for O'Connell's bath. And even use to washing machine to get O'Connell's clothes clean. He was one of the nicest men O'Connell had ever met, and he had thought they were going to last for as long as possible. Having no clue Femi chased after everything in skirts.

And most definitely, if Fatty Feng would declare to his co disciples that he was second in the arts of flattery then no one would be thick faced enough to claim first place. "I'm beginning to like you even more, Fatty Feng!" Tiny Slim smiled at the delicately put words he got from the fat boy. This was indeed the only time he'd ever heard such stirring descriptions in his life. He stood taller and straightened his stance as he tried to puff his chest out in a great show of masculinity. Sadly, his bulging stomach and waving fats denied him his aspired posture but nevertheless, Tiny Slim wore his physique proudly than ever before. "Thank you, boss. I am merely stating the truths I see before m