Big Girls Like Sex Too

By Phebe Bodelle

Let’s be honest Phyllis is a big girl of a certain age, large tits, huge arse and as she says, “Tree trunk legs.” Sex with her husband is virtually non existent and to be frank pretty poor so when her doctor prescribes HRT and she develops “Needs,” she has to turn to outside help. But who is going to want a lump like her, she is surprised and delighted when she discovers there are lots of men and women who like ladies of, let us say, grand proportions! Join Phyllis as she finds out how good sex can actually be.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Mar 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301728213

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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Big Girls Like Sex Too

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 3rd Edition

Revised and Updated

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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that enjoys a good sexy read, happiness!

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

My Very Rude Awakening (Bonus Chapters)

Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter, or so I thought

Chapter 2 - The Next Day

Other Books by Phebe Bodelle

About the Author

Chapter 1

Jim ran his hands over my voluptuous body, he loved my curves, he couldn’t get enough of me and who could blame him? He was flat on his back with me straddling his crotch, his cock was buried deep in my cunt and my pendulous tits were dangling seductively just above his face. He lifted his head slightly so he could just lick each nipple in turn while his hands ran their course over my fat arse. I slowly moved my hips backwards and forward feeling his prick moving slightly in and out and then I began to move up and down fucking him properly.

Fuck me you really are one hunk of a woman. He said smiling.

I smiled back, Don’t you come up there, I want to taste your cum today.

That’s what I like about you Phyllis; you know how to please your men.

I laughed, Sod pleasing you, I love a cock pumping cum into my gob, it just so happens most men enjoy it too.

I bet there have been a few others too.

Oh yes, there have been plenty of other men up this lady’s hole.

And that was the truth, as things had happened in my life I had changed in many respects. From being a size twelve before I married I was now a size twenty-eight, a big lass, a very big lass. As I gained weight I thought my sex life would be over, not that I was all that bothered, sex with my husband Bill was a bit of a chore, he didn’t really have a clue how to please me and didn’t actually seem too bothered about sex anyway. After I had the kids, grown up and moved on now, I reckon I was lucky to have it once every three or four months if that. Then the doctor put me on HRT and suddenly I started to have thoughts, then cravings for sex but as my body grew in stature, isn’t that a nice way of putting it, I had thought that my sexual urges would go unanswered apart from using my electronic friend. Then I discovered there are a lot of men who actually enjoy the body of a big girl; I hadn’t realised. I thought all men went for those skinny bitches you see plastered all over the telly and magazines and when I caught my Bill wanking over some thin slut in a men’s magazine it was all the confirmation I needed, the dirty fucking cunt. The bastard confirmed what I was thinking, he didn’t fancy me anymore. We talked about getting divorced for a while but neither of us could be bothered. In the end we agreed I’d leave him in peace to his dirty magazines and DVDs and I could fuck other men if I wanted to, If you can find anybody who’d want to shag you. He added with a cruel sneer on his face.

Nothing happened for about three months apart from a little electronic action and then one Monday at work one of the girls invited me out to her hen party which was being held in a local nightclub the following Friday. I very reluctantly agreed to go after a bit of pushing on her part believing that I was going to be the butt of some sort of joke. We big girls can be very sensitive. After a bit of persuading I said, Yes, okay then.

Good Phyll, it’ll do you good to get out. Who knows you might get lucky, How much of a prophetic statement that turned out to be.

I worked in a call centre for one of the largest electrical retailers in the country, answering calls when someone’s telly stopped working or their computer went funny. It was quite boring really, we basically had a big folder and following a script could diagnose most problems over the phone and if all else failed we’d assign an engineer to sort things out. The girls I worked with for the most part were a pretty friendly bunch and I had been asked to join them for a night out before but always refused.

One lunchtime, two weeks before the hen party we were all sitting around a table in the canteen I told them about my marriage. What came over me to confess the situation I don’t know, perhaps I was just feeling down at the time, whatever, the girls now knew about Bill and his habits and what my end of the bargain was.

I wish my old man would let me fuck another guy. Sheila said as soon as I finished to laughs from the others.

Me too, Joan said.

You poor cow, Sandra put in. It’s no laughing matter girls, your Bill sounds like a right little perv.

There was a moments silence and then Josie asked, So have you?

They all looked at me and my face reddened. No, I’ve not had the opportunity.

We’ll have to see about that my girl. Sandra said, ASAP.

Contemplating the night out when I got home that evening I went to my wardrobe, packed with clothes that would probably never fit me again and uttered those famous words, I haven’t got a thing to wear. I then went to my knicker draw and what greeted me was even worse, large grey, once white panties and tired looking bras that wouldn’t support a hydrogen balloon never mind my great tits. Action was called for and I went onto my computer to find some more glamorous items to adorn my body in case I did ‘get lucky.’ After an hour’s worth of Googling I found a website that promised delivery of orders within two days and more to the point had a range of sexy bras and knickers for us bigger girls. The website even instructed me how to measure myself correctly so that the items would fit properly and I needed that, there would be no second chance if I was to wear the new items on Friday evening. I selected a purple bra that promised to lift my tits up to show them off to their full potential, matching bikini briefs and even a garter and black stockings. Next I needed new clothes and was shocked at the millions of websites that had really lovely clothes for size twenty up to fifty-two. I chose a low cut blouse, in purple again that buttoned down the front so if I was feeling brave I could let the bra do its job and show off my cleavage to good effect. I also bought a black skirt that came to just below my knees. Again the website promised delivery in two days. Finally, I decided that tomorrow after work I would go and buy shoes and handbag to complete the outfit. I felt so pleased with myself after that little shopping spree, it had been quite a while since I had treated myself, and I just hoped that it would be worth my while.

Friday after work it was straight round to Vicky my next door neighbour’s house to have my hair done and makeup applied. She did it professionally but gave the ladies in the street mate’s rates.

So how do you want to look this evening Phyll? She asked when it came to putting on the slap.

Like I’m available if you can achieve that look, Vicky was fully aware of my marital status.

She laughed, Shall I just write it in lipstick on your forehead.

But she got to work and fifteen minutes later had finished. She had put on far more makeup than I usually did and the effect was stunning I almost looked like another woman. I think I had better tell you at this stage that despite my size I am still a pretty nice looking woman, yes I’ve got a bit of a double chin but every thing else, nose, mouth eyes etc fit together pretty well. Vicky had transformed me into a bit of a vamp, with dark eye shadow, bright red lippy and blusher on my cheeks to set the whole thing off. I tell you I was well pleased.

I met the girls in a pub at seven as arranged and when I walked in they all took a double take.

Fucking hell, Joan began, I nearly didn’t recognise you Phyll, you look great.

If you don’t pull tonight my girl you’ll never pull. Sheila added.

You look lovely Phyll; take no notice of these two old slappers. Sandra said a kind word as always. What you having to drink?

A lager San, thanks.

We stayed in the pub until ten then got a taxi to the nightclub, The Xbar that in the past had always attracted a slightly older clientele than some clubs. It was pretty busy with no chance of getting a table and seats so we stood round one of the many columns with shelving for the drinks to stand on. We took it in turns to have a dance while one of us stayed to guard the handbags. At just after eleven after it had been my turn to watch over the bags the girls returned and Sheila said, There’s a guy over there giving you the eye Phyll.

Get away. I snapped I wasn’t in the mood for a wind up thinking that as usual I’d be the wallflower.

No I’m serious.

Where?

Him stood at the end of the bar with the blue shirt on.

As casually as I could I had a look and as soon as I glanced in his direction he lowered his head.

See, I told you. Come on let’s go and have a dance and head over in that direction.

Don’t be soft we can’t do that.

Why not, you want to get laid don’t you, perhaps this is your chance and undo a couple more buttons on that blouse show him what you’ve got.

I automatically reached up to the buttons on the blouse, but stopped short of undoing them.

I can’t Shel.

Fucking hell Phyll, do as you’re told.

I turned to face the column and quickly undid two buttons revealing a very good portion of my awesome cleavage, the new bra was really doing its job well. I turned back