Cathy and Wanda © and By Hunter S. Murtaugh 1998 "So how was your weekend?" Wanda asked as she peeked around the corner of Cathy's cubicle. "So-so," Cathy sighed. "And yours?" "Pretty good, girl," Wanda smiled. "Now what made yours so so-so?" "Same old same old same old," said Cathy, trying to manage a smile. "Didn't go out. Didn't do anything. Didn't have any fun." "Child, I think you just don't know how to have fun." Wanda smirked wickedly. "Believe me. Maybe I just need to show you!" Jane, their supervisor, appeared around the corner. With a wink, Wanda ducked into her cubicle. Cathy sat there, suddenly noticing herself blushing at Wanda's comment. She wondered what exactly Wanda was talking about. Cathy wondered if Wanda had meant that in a sexual way. They sometimes talked about sex -- both being large women, they sometimes discussed dating and men, comiserating on society's views of women built like they were. Cathy had come to the conclusion early on that Wanda had sex on her mind most of the time. She just didn't know if her coworker did all the stuff she hinted at doing. If Wanda was referring to masturbation, well, Cathy did it as much as anybody. Then it occurred to her that Wanda might mean something else. Cathy fought the urge to squirm. She wanted to pursue the matter, but this wasn't the time or place. "So, everybody have a nice weekend?" Jane asked as she stopped near their cubicles. Both women nodded yes, but only one really meant it. "Don't forget that we need to get all this data entered by Friday," Jane reminded them over her shoulder as she walked down the hall. "That may mean some overtime, but I'm sure we can get it done." "What you talking about Śwe' for?" Wanda whispered as soon as Jane had turned the corner back toward her own office. "You know we're going to be doing all the work." "Boy, she makes me mad!" Cathy sighed as she took off her sneakers and slipped into her work shoes. "We do all the work and she gets all the credit. Maybe that's why she says Śwe'." Wanda chuckled loudly in agreement. For the next several hours, all that could be heard from the two cubicles was the click of keys and the drone of two different radio stations played so softly that neither woman could actually make out the songs or commercials. But both women were thinking. Cathy was thinking about her weekend. She'd gone home on Friday night so tired she thought she'd drop. She'd stopped and gotten a pizza on the way, and her evening had consisted of eating the whole pizza and drinking four or five beers in front of the television. She'd woken up about 2:30, turned the television off, and crawled sleepily off to bed. This fat-phobic culture can make 2:30 on a Saturday morning a lonely time when you are five foot two and weigh 235 pounds. She had glanced at her dim figure in the mirror as she undressed in the dark. Her long blonde hair caught the light filtering in through the blinds from the street lamp. Her pale skin seemed to glow. Once naked, she had stood in front of the mirror. Cathy ran her hands down over her broad breasts and her big belly. She was merely plump from her tits up. Her boobs weren't that large, but they stretched way back into her arm pits. Her weight was concentrated mainly in her ponderous belly. It stretched her out, seeming to pull her forward with its sagging mass, hanging down over her mons and meeting her thick thighs. She recalled with a mix of horror and amusement how that courier had asked her once when she was due. Okay, so maybe she did look pregnant, but in her opinion, the big moons of her large ass and big, sturdy legs seemed to nearly give balance to her shape. People had always told her she had a pretty face, but over the years, as her belly had stretched and taken on a life of its own, she had felt less and less pretty. No matter how hard she had shrugged off the ignorance of others, she still felt the sting of loneliness. She hadn't had a boyfriend in years. In fact the last guy she'd dated finally had to admit that he was only interested in her sexually because of her weight. She had hated him when he ended the affair: His admonition of the one-dimensional nature of the attraction had been a new experience, and one she had difficulty accepting. Why couldn't he have said that he wanted to break up because of her weight rather than in spite of it? But she remembered the sex they'd had with fondness. Especially now. Cathy breathed a sigh. She hadn't had been with a man in a long time. Even now, she noticed that she was fondling her own breasts unconsciously. She watched herself in the mirror now as she stroked her boobs and tweaked her hard, puckered nipples, sending jolts of electricity through her body. A warmth was growing insider her belly, and her right hand moved to caress her bulging gut. Slowly she circled the mass with her hand as her left hand continued feeling and kneading her tits. Cathy moved to the bed and flopped backwards onto it. She continued her play, her right hand gradually working its way lower and lower to the blonde fur and then into the wet crevice of her cunt. The lips slipped apart easily, and Cathy spread her legs farther to get more fingers into herself. She flicked her clit with a thumb and slowly finger fucked herself to a wet orgasm. She lay still for a few minutes as the tingling drained from her body to be replaced by a peaceful stillness that matched the quiet of the small hour. Then, her lids growing heavy and her heart slowing, Cathy drifted down into oblivion. "Hey, girl, you okay?" Wanda was saying as Cathy emerged from her sexual day dream. "I'm going for a soda. You want anything from the machines?" Cathy was startled by Wanda's voice, the more so because of what she had just been thinking about. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, neck, and chest as she blushed deeply. "What're you thinking about?" Wanda smiled. "No, don't tell me, I think I know!" "Oh man," Cathy stammered. "I guess I really zoned out there." "I bet," Wanda winked. "Can't say as I blame you, though. I can think of several other things -- or people -- I'd rather be doing right now! "So you want something from the machines or not?" "S-s-sure," Cathy managed, fumbling in her purse for a dollar bill. "Some chips and a Coke, please. Thanks." Cathy watched as Wanda walked off toward the cafeteria, her large ass cheeks rolling with her gait, her beefy calves jiggling with each step. In a way, Cathy admired Wanda's wicked mind. In fact, she had taken immediately to her when they met. Cathy was interviewing for the position, and had just come out of Jane's office when she noticed this tall, statuesque black woman in a very nice outfit. Wanda had smiled and introduced herself, and Cathy knew right away that she wanted the job. And Wanda had certainly made her feel at home from the first day on the job. The two of them had become quite a team, suffering through project after project together. Cathy knew she would have hated the job if Wanda hadn't been there. Wanda was in her early fifties, and Cathy looked up to her almost as a mother figure at work -- with one notable exception. Cathy's mother had never talked about sex. Wanda seemed to have little else to talk about most of the time. True, Cathy had been taken aback at first with Wanda's wicked sense of humor and broad hints about her sex life, but that was temporary. In fact, she had to admit to herself, she often looked forward to coming in to work on Monday morning just to hear about Wanda's weekend. Cathy had never been this close to anyone who lived the kind of lifestyle Wanda said she did, and Cathy found it exciting. She didn't mind living a little on the wild side -- even if it was vicariously through Wanda. But Cathy also envied Wanda her success with men. Wanda was, after all, an extremely striking woman in her early fifties -- tall, medium complexion, a pretty face, a dazzling smile, and an exaggerated hourglass figure topped by the largest breasts Cathy thought she'd ever seen. Indeed, Wanda's breasts were often the target of leers by the guys in the office, and Wanda seemed to eat up the attention. She often wore outfits that showed off her deep cleavage and her broad butt. Her nickname around the office -- at least among the guys -- was "Wicked Wanda." "Here you go," Wanda said, thrusting the chips and soda at Cathy. Cathy jumped a little as her thoughts burst like a bubble. "Thanks," she said. "I don't know why I'm so hungry. I ate pretty well this weekend." "Not as well as I did, I bet!" Wanda retorted, licking her lips for show and breaking in to a broad grin. "Mmm mmm!" Cathy blushed and waved Wanda away. Alone again, Cathy popped the top on the soda and took a sip. She returned to the data entry. This project was a killer, but they could get it done. For the next couple days, Cathy worked hard, but her days were still punctuated by vivid sexual day dreams. Some were like Monday morning's -- simple reruns of masturbation the night before. Some involved having sex with old boyfriends, or with guys in the office whom she liked. But one troubled her very much: One featured Wanda. It was weird because she had never had any lesbian inclinations that she could recall, and certainly had never participated in anything like that. But there it was, big as life, a no-holds-barred 30-minute beauty of a lesbian fantasy. Right in the middle of Thursday afternoon. It was as strange as it was beautiful, Cathy thought as she walked on shaky knees to the bathroom to try to regain her composure. Once in the stall, she sat down hard on the toilet and put her head in her hands. God, she thought, what has gotten into me? It's been too long since I had a man! She sat there for a few minutes trying to clear her head. Visions from the day dream, however, kept creeping back into her mind. She kept seeing flashes of thought -- a hand, a red mouth, those enormous brown tits, Wanda's face smiling up at her from between her legs. After about 10 minutes, she had calmed down enough to stand up again. Cathy splashed some cold water on her face and dried her face carefully, examining it closely in the mirror for signs. Signs of what she didn't know -- she was just looking for something. Right then and there, she resolved to ask one of the guys in purchasing out. Dammit, she needed a man, and he was a nice guy -- certainly a good friend. He always asked how she was, and paid attention to her even when she was with Wanda. They'd even danced a couple songs at the office holiday party. She figured she could exorcise this demon dream with a good, hard fuck. And that was what she was going to do. As she approached her desk, Cathy saw Wanda's head pop up over the top of the cubicle. "You okay?" she asked, swiveling in her chair to face Cathy. "I was just about to come looking for you." "Yeah, I'm fine," Cathy said. "Just a little overworked, that's all." "I hear that," Wanda said. "Look, we've been working real hard this week. So let's do something fun this weekend. Why don't you come on over to my place Saturday for dinner? Maybe afterwards, we can go out and do a little dancing or something." Cathy was petrified. She liked Wanda well enough, but in light of her recent thoughts, she wasn't sure that this was what she wanted to do. To her horror, though, she heard her voice say yes. It was like her brain had been switched off and somebody else was in control. She wanted to shout NO! as she heard herself agree to show up about 5:00, and then watched in terror as her hand wrote it down in her planner. On the drive home that afternoon, Cathy began trying to come up with reasons why she suddenly couldn't make dinner at Wanda's. But every time she tried to say something, it came out all wrong. Or something sordid from her day dream would flash before her eyes and she'd get upset again. By the time she got to the door, she thought she was ready to call Wanda and cancel, but by the time she had her coat off, all she could think about was getting in the shower. As the water ran down over her quivering form, Cathy once more experienced the day dream of Wanda. This time, she was less horrified, and more interested in just why this had popped into her head. She was in the middle of trying to arrive at an objective opinion about the impulses behind such a fantasy when she realized that she was masturbating furiously with both hands. Cathy felt more excited than she had in a long time. She had bent way over to let the water hit her big ass and cunt directly as her hands, thrust back between her thighs, worked at her dripping box and clit. Her left fingers plumbed the depths of her cunt while her right palm frigged back and forth over her erect clit. She could feel water from the shower entering her and running back out, and the sensation of the stream of water hitting her very exposed ass hole made her come with an intensity that she couldn't remember ever experiencing before. It felt like a bomb had gone off between her legs and the rest of her body was filling up with smoke. She brought herself off three more times before she started running out of hot water. She stepped dripping from the shower and, drawing a towel around herself, went into the kitchen to get a couple beers and then into the bedroom, where she collapsed to drink and masturbate some more. The next morning when she arrived at work, Wanda gave her a quick glance. "Girl, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you got yourself some last night," she chuckled. "Not really," Cathy said, immediately wondering what it was about her that was different. Sure, she'd stayed up most of the night getting herself off over and over again until the sheets were soaked and the whole apartment smelled of her sex. Sure she had downed a whole six pack and even used one of the bottles to fuck herself with. But how would Wanda know? Did anyone else notice? Cathy couldn't sit still all day. In a constant state of arousal, she must have gone into the bathroom at least six times to masturbate. Wanda had even asked her if she had a bladder infection the way she was going into the bathroom every hour or so. Cathy had just smiled and said that no, she must have eaten something that didn't agree with her the night before. Wanda just smiled and said that all she needed was some good home cooking. Somehow, five o'clock arrived, and Cathy headed for her car. She waved to Wanda out the window as she passed the front door of the building. Traffic was pretty heavy in this part of town, and it was stop and go all the way to the four-lane. Cathy was still feeling aroused, despite all the masturbating she'd done over the last few days. She felt so aroused, in fact, that she surprised herself by rubbing her crotch through her panties right there in the car. In no time, Cathy was really getting into it. Twice, the guy behind her had to honk his horn because she wasn't really paying attention. Just as her second orgasm began to subside, she looked to her left to see a man in the passenger side of a truck next to her looking down in amazement as she diddled herself. She quickly pulled her skirt back down and pulled out, just squeezing through the intersection and onto the on ramp for the four-lane before the light changed. But that close call didn't stop her -- it excited her even more. She raced into the apartment, clothes flying everywhere. She repeated her shower masturbation ritual from the night before and took a big bottle of wine to bed with her. Once emptied, the bottle became a big glass dildo with which Cathy fucked herself again and again before passing out. Cathy spent Saturday morning in bed with the bottle and some baby oil. Her sexual day dreams were running nonstop now, but she liked the feeling of being a little out of control. It was different. And her orgasms were changing. They were getting deeper and more intense. She was achieving them sooner and with much less stimulation than before. It was like her whole body was becoming retuned to a new sexual state of being. She even had an orgasm playing with her nipples -- a real first for her. Cathy eventually tore herself out of bed and ran some errands. She only masturbated once in the car on the way to the store, and was surprised at the variety of cucumbers a girl could find at the grocers these days. Each of the cukes made her think of things she'd heard friends say about women preferring them to men -- and the reasons. She chose a large one and headed for the checkout counter, making sure to select a few other items so it would look like she was planning to make a salad rather than to masturbate the afternoon away. Then it was away home with her shopping. One quick fingered come once she'd parked the car and she was inside, washing off her big green lover and pulling off her clothes at the same time. Her sweats went into a pile on the kitchen floor. Her bra ended up hanging on a door knob in the hall. She kicked her panties off as she entered the bedroom. Naked in front of her mirror again, Cathy ran the cuke across her neck and down the front of her. Its icy touch thrilled her cleavage and made her nipples jump to attention. She watched herself with newfound interest as she caressed her breasts with the big vegetable. Its hard smoothness reminded her of the small number of cocks she'd sucked and fucked in the past. So much so that she just couldn't help sticking the thing in her mouth to see how much would fit. It was bigger than any cock she'd ever had -- much bigger. And that excited her all the more. If only she'd have had a boyfriend with a dick this big, she thought, she'd never break up with him! She watched as inch after inch of the cuke disappeared into her mouth. She moved it in and out, giving it a blow job as best she could. She remembered how Don, one of her former boyfriends, had gotten her to give him her first blow job. It hadn't been easy for her to take that musty-smelling cock in her mouth at first, but she had found that the oral stimulation really pleased him -- and excited her as well. Soon, she would meet him at the door to kneel and take his member between her lips. She had turned into quite the slut for him, only to be dumped later on. She remembered how he would fill her mouth with his hot, salty seed. She remembered as well how Don used to beg her to masturbate for him. Once he'd even brought a cucumber over and rubbed it around on the front of her, trying to ram it into her cunt, but she had been too shy. Now, however, she felt more ready than ever to plumb her pussy with this hard, shiny gift from nature. "This one's for you, Donny boy," she laughed as she licked the tip of the cucumber and walked to the bed. Reclining on the bed, Cathy ran the cucumber down between her spread breasts, down across her big gut to the tangle of blonde public hair. She could feel the heat building between her legs as she slowly parted her thighs and probed tentatively with the cucumber around the fat lips of her cunt and up over the hooded head of her clit. The cucumber felt cool and smooth, and the juices that were flowing from her inner depths made it easy to sink the first few inches in. As she pushed it farther into herself, she felt the walls of her vagina begin to stretch with the cuke's thickness. It was a little painful -- kind of like when she'd lost her virginity -- but if she went slowly enough, it felt wonderful, like thet dimensions of her pleasure were expanding as the dimensions of her vagina slowly increased around this bulky tool. Her cunt expanded and enveloped more and more of the cucumber, and Cathy could feel only a couple inches protruding from her thick cunt lips. She was amazed at just how much of the thing she could take inside herself. She began to slowly pump the cucumber in and out of her sopping cunt, building speed gradually to allow her stretched muscles a chance to acclimate to this monster probe. Almost immediately, Cathy became aware of a fullness that was building deep in her belly. As she picked up speed with her self-fucking, the fullness spread through the lower part of her body. Suddenly, she felt a spasm wrench her body. It was so strong and so unexpected that she had to cry out. She could feel her cunt contracting spasmodically on the cucumber as she continued to pump away at herself. A second and third jolt ripped through her body, and she kept screaming. A fourth spasm arched her back and brought forth a moan of utter delight. This time, her cunt clamped down so hard on the cucumber that it was actually squeezed out and lay on the bed between her parted thighs like a big, wet, green turd. Cathy lay very still on the bed, her fat body bathed in sweat, the wet sheets sticking to her back, her ass, and her thighs. Little rivulets of sweat ran from the folds under her tits and at the backs of her knees. This last jolt had been the strongest, most satisfying orgasm of her life, and it was taking her body a while to come down off it. The room seemed hazy, and she felt tingly all over, like she had just woken up after a long, delicious sleep. Suddenly, she looked at the bedside clock out of the corner of her eye. "Five o'clock?" she gasped. "Shit! I'm going to be late!" Despite her body's insistence at staying where it was, Cathy swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. She took the cucumber into the kitchen and stood nude in front of the sink and washed it off. She felt naughty walking around her apartment naked, carrying this big cucumber with which she had so recently pleasured herself. Popping the cuke into the refrigerator on the way by, she went into the bathroom and emptied her bladder noisily. Her cunt still was buzzing and it felt stretched and open, ready for more. She tried to masturbate in the shower, but her clit was still too tender to touch. Cathy was surprised how sensitive her nipples were. It seemed like they gave off little electric shocks each time she touched them. She desperately wanted to massage her breasts, but they were just too touchy. She washed the juices from her thighs and the crack of her ass and dried off as quickly as possible. She glanced at the clock as she pulled out her clothes in the bedroom. Five thirty? Shit, I'm going to be REALLY late, she thought. She couldn't get her afternoon masturbation session out of her mind, and she had to fight the urge to pull the cucumber out of the fridge and whack off again. Instead, she pounded a beer. It made her feel a little more mellow, and she managed to get dressed. Cathy remembered that Wanda had mentioned going dancing after dinner, and she felt like knocking them dead tonight. Cathy selected her sexiest pair of panties -- big enough to cover her broad ass, but cut high in the hips so they plunged down each side of her bulging belly and into her steamy crotch. She chose a bra that pushed her normally separated breasts up to form cleavage and a low-cut blouse that made her look more endowed. Don had bought her some black thigh-highs, which she hardly ever wore, but they looked naughty and sexy as she took them from the drawer and rolled them up her plump calves and over her dimpled knees. Cathy selected a tight skirt that came to just above her knees -- when she sat, the tops of the thigh-highs came into view. She finished off the outfit with a hot pair of patent leather spike heels -- another gift from Don -- and she was out the door.