My cousin's chubby friend turned out to be a very good cocksucker

The annual Miller family barbecue was in full swing, a tradition built on cheap beer, loud country music, and the kind of forced familial bonding that usually ends with someone crying in the bathroom. For me, it was a necessary evil, my aunt makes a mean potato salad.

I was leaning against the deck railing, a cold bottle of Budweiser sweating in my hand, scanning the crowd. It was the usual cast of characters. Uncle Dave was already red-faced and arguing politics by the grill. My younger sister was laughing with a group of her friends, shooting me a knowing glance that promised a whispered, dirty secret later. And then there was my cousin, Becky.

Becky was surrounded by her own little clique. And that’s where I saw her. A girl I didn’t recognize. She wasn’t just curvy; she was straight-up chubby, the kind of XXL frame that fills out a sundress in a way that’s both soft and substantial. She had a round, pleasant face, a little shy, laughing at something Becky said but not quite meeting anyone’s eyes directly. Cute, in a very innocent, girl-next-door kind of way. The kind I have a specific, perverted weakness for.

I gave Becky a wave, and she beckoned me over. “Ian! Come meet my friend from college, Chloe.”

Chloe looked up at me, her eyes a wide, warm brown, and offered a small, nervous smile. “Hi,” she said, her voice softer than I expected.

“Ian,” I said, taking her hand. It was surprisingly small and soft in mine. “Becky’s favorite cousin.”

“Her only cousin on this side,” Becky corrected, rolling her eyes.

“Details, details. So, Chloe, what brings you to the lion’s den?” I asked, turning on the charm, the same easy, genuine smile I use to close a deal on a commercial lease. I kept her hand in mine for a beat longer than necessary, feeling her skin get just a fraction warmer.

She blushed, actually blushed, and looked down. “Oh, you know. Becky said I needed to get out more.”

The conversation was light, effortless. I poured it on thick, asking about her studies, her plans, making her laugh with stupid stories about terrible tenants. I could feel her relaxing, opening up. With each beer she finished—and I made sure her cup was never empty—her gaze got a little less hesitant, a little more direct. I watched her eyes flick down to my chest, to my arms, and then quickly away. The predator in me recognized the look. Inexperienced. Curious. A little turned on by the attention from an older guy.

The sun went down. The music got louder. The party migrated from the backyard to the living room, a haze of beer and weed smoke hanging in the air. I found Chloe sitting alone on the porch swing, looking out at the dark yard. She seemed a little lost.

“Hey,” I said, sitting down next to her. The swing wobbled, and her thigh pressed against mine. It was warm and solid. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, but it came out like a sigh. “Just… a lot.”

“Tell me about it,” I chuckled, leaning back. I let my arm rest on the back of the swing behind her. “Family, right? Can’t live with ’em, can’t legally avoid alimony payments without ’em.” It was a stupid line, but she giggled, a real, unfiltered sound that was genuinely attractive.

She turned to look at me, and the beer in my system made everything feel slow and hyper-focused. The way a stray curl stuck to her damp temple. The faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone. The generous curve of her breast under the floral fabric of her dress.

“You’re not like I thought you’d be,” she murmured.

“Oh yeah? What’d you think I’d be like?”

“I thought you’d be stuffy. Not so… funny.”

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping. “I have my moments.”

I could smell her perfume now, something sweet like vanilla, mixed with the scent of summer night and beer. The air between us crackled. It was time to close the deal.

“Look,” I said, my tone shifting to something more conspiratorial, more intimate. “This party is about to get real lame. Uncle Dave’s gonna start singing Johnny Cash soon. It’s a whole thing. My place isn’t far. I’ve got a bottle of whiskey that’s a hell of a lot better than this piss-water. What do you say we blow this popsicle stand?”

Her eyes went wide again, but this time with excitement, not fear. She bit her lip, a nervous habit I was starting to find incredibly hot. “Just us?”

“Just us,” I confirmed, my hand dropping from the back of the swing to rest on her shoulder. I gave it a gentle squeeze. “No more family. No more noise. Just… a better drink and some better conversation.”

She hesitated for only a second before nodding, a decisive little movement. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s go.”

The drive to my condo was quiet, filled with a tense, sexual energy. I kept one hand on the wheel, the other on her knee, my thumb rubbing slow circles on her inner thigh. She didn’t pull away. She just watched my hand, her breathing a little shallow.

By the time we got inside my place, any pretense of just talking was gone. I pushed her up against the door as it closed, my body pinning hers, and finally crushed my mouth to hers. She tasted like beer and mint and pure, unadulterated want. Her kiss was clumsy, unpracticed, and it drove me wild. My hands went to her hips, pulling her firmly against me, and I could feel my dick, already hard as a rock, pressing into her soft stomach.

“Fuck,” I groaned into her mouth.

She moaned in response, her hands tentatively coming up to grip my shirt.

I broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Bedroom. Now.”

I led her down the hall, my mind already running through the scenario. This was gonna be a mercy fuck. A quick, efficient release. She was clearly into it, but inexperienced. I’d get her off, do my thing, and send her home with a story to tell. A nice, easy transaction.

I laid her down on the bed and stripped off my shirt. Her eyes devoured me, roaming over my chest and abs. I unzipped her dress, pulling it down and off, followed by her bra. Her body was exactly as I’d imagined: full, soft, heavy breasts, a round belly, wide hips. She was beautiful in a real, tangible way. She looked up at me with such naked vulnerability and desire that for a split second, I felt a twinge of something almost like guilt. But it was quickly drowned out by a wave of pure lust.

I kicked off my jeans and boxers, my cock springing free, thick and straining. Her eyes locked onto it, her mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ of shock and awe.

“Have you ever…?” I started to ask, but I didn’t finish. The question was irrelevant.

Instead of answering, she surprised me. She moved with a sudden, determined purpose. She pushed herself off the bed and onto her knees on the floor right in front of me. She looked up at me, those big brown eyes wide and serious.

“Can I?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Be my guest, sweetheart,” I said, my voice already rough with anticipation. I expected a timid, toothy, amateur attempt.

What I got was nothing short of a revelation.

She didn’t just take me in her mouth. She worshipped me. She started by nuzzling my balls, taking each one into her warm, wet mouth individually, sucking gently, her tongue lapping at the sensitive skin. A deep groan ripped from my chest. “Holy shit, Chloe.”

She worked her way up the shaft with kitten licks, slow and deliberate, before finally, finally taking the head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the crown, teasing the slit, her eyes closed in concentration. Then she took me deeper. And deeper. She didn’t gag, she didn’t struggle. She relaxed her throat and took me all the way, until my dick was buried to the hilt and my pubes were against her nose.

My hands flew to her head, not to force her, but to steady myself. “Fuck, yes. Just like that. You’re a natural, baby.”

She hummed in response, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. She established a rhythm, deep and slow, her hand working the base of my shaft in tandem with her mouth. She’d pull back until just the tip was between her lips, suck hard, then plunge down again. It was mind-blowing. This wasn’t pity sex. This was a goddamn masterclass.

She pulled off with a wet pop, breathing heavily. “I want to taste all of you,” she whispered, and before I could process what that meant, she was turning me around, pushing me to lean over the bed.

Then I felt her tongue on my asshole.

I jolted like I’d been electrocuted. “Jesus Christ, Chloe!” No one had ever done that before. Her tongue was insistent, probing, licking and circling my tight ring with a fearless dedication that left me speechless. My knees almost buckled. The sensation was unbelievable, degrading and erotic in the best possible way. She was eating my ass like her life depended on it, one hand reaching between my legs to fondle my balls while the other stroked my shaft.

I was seeing stars. This shy, chubby girl from my cousin’s college was fucking ruining me with her mouth. I was putty in her hands.

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, she turned me back around and took my cock into her mouth again, now slick with her saliva and the proof of her dedicated ass-eating. The taste of myself on her lips was the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever experienced.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the edge of the bed. She was wetness itself, her slickness coating her inner thighs. I rubbed the head of my dick through her folds, and she begged, “Please, Ian. Please.”

I didn’t hesitate. I drove into her pussy in one smooth, deep thrust. She cried out, a sound of pure pleasure, and pushed back against me. I fucked her hard and steady, my hands gripping her generous hips, the sound of our skin slapping filling the room. She was tight, incredibly tight, and so responsive, meeting every thrust with one of her own.

After a few minutes, I slowed down. I leaned over her, my chest against her back, and put my mouth next to her ear. “You’ve been such a good girl,” I whispered. “Such a good little cocksucker. You think you can take me somewhere else?”

She knew exactly what I meant. She nodded frantically, her face buried in the comforter. “Yes. Anything. Please.”

I pulled out, spit on my hand, and rubbed it over her other hole and the head of my dick. I positioned myself. “Relax for me, baby.”

I pressed forward. There was resistance, a tight, burning grip, and then a pop as the head slipped in. She gasped, a sharp, intake of breath, but she didn’t tell me to stop. She pushed back, taking me deeper. I bottomed out inside her ass, buried to the hilt. It was unimaginably tight, hotter than her pussy, and the feeling of her body clenching around me was absolutely animal.

I fucked her ass bare, with no condom, no mercy. It was raw and primal. She took every inch, moaning and begging for more, telling me how good it felt, how full she was. I watched my slick, shiny dick disappear into her tight little hole over and over again. The sight alone was enough to push me over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” I grunted, my thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m gonna fill your ass up, Chloe.”

“Do it,” she begged, her voice strained.

That was all it took. I slammed into her one last time and erupted, a raw, guttural shout tearing from my throat as I pumped my load deep into her bowels. Wave after wave of pleasure racked my body, and I collapsed on top of her, spent.

We lay there for a moment, both of us breathing like we’d run a marathon. I softened and slipped out of her. When I rolled off, she immediately turned over and curled into my side, nuzzling my chest. She had a blissed-out, utterly satisfied smile on her face.

“Thank you,” she whispered, kissing my pec.

I laughed, a breathy, exhausted sound. “Thank you. That was… fucking incredible.”

She looked up at me, her eyes shining. “I just wanted to make you feel good.”

And she had. She had blown my fucking mind. As I lay there, feeling her warm, soft body against mine, I knew this wouldn’t be the last time. This grateful, chubby little slut had some serious skills, and I was already planning our next lesson.