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The first part of this story got buried under an avalanche of Deirdre 
reposts, so I've decided to include it again.  If you actually saw it and 
read it, skip part 1 and jump down to the row of asterisks, marking the new 
part.  I'm committed to providing BBW fans with a weekly story for at least 
a few months here; if you like these weekly BBW stories, please let me know 
and encourage me to keep going!  Joriskhuysmans roundy-thing-with-an-a-in-it 
dot com.

A MAID IN MONTANA (Part 1: F solo BBW  Part 2: MFF BBW)
by Joris K Huysmans

I took the job as a maid at the golf resort because, one, I figured I'd be 
left alone a lot of the time while I cleaned, and two, because what else was 
I going to do after high school?  Work a bar, work a cash register at the 
feed store, either one I'd have to deal with assholes who poked fun at me 
for being a fat girl.  I didn't consider myself fat, just sturdy.  It wasn't 
because I ate potato chips and candy bars all day, it was just genetics that 
made me as strong as an ox.  And not afraid of hard work, so if I spent all 
day scrubbing and cleaning, and did it well, nobody would be in my face 
about it.  So the job at the hotel was just fine by me.

What you don't realize until you stay in a hotel is just how much sex is 
going on all the time.  I guess it has to do with being on vacation, some 
kind of excitement about getting to do it in new places.  But not only do 
lots of beds have wet stains every morning, but you find the signs of sex 
everywhere-- condom wrappers in the woods out back of the place, used 
condoms and the ends of joints in the sauna, panties scrunched into the 
cushions of the furniture on the veranda, and-- I'm not kidding here, you'd 
be surprised how often this one happens-- clumps of shaved pubic hair in the 
bathtub.  ("Honey, let's go to Montana so I can shave my dick."  What's up 
with that?)

Oh, and that little sign that goes on the door saying "Do Not Disturb?"  You 
soon learn, as a maid, that a lot of people have no idea what it's for, and 
you need to knock, say hello, jiggle the door and probably drop a room 
service tray on the bathroom tiles if you don't want to accidentally walk in 
on somebody pounding away at his girlfriend (or shaving his dick).  Which 
probably isn't an accident at all; a lot of guys think it's really clever to 
let some maid come in on them in the nude, like we'd just immediately drop 
to the floor and start licking their pole.  Well, usually they see me, 
glaring at them like a linebacker for the Broncos, and they get over the 
idea real quick.

Okay, I'm making it sound like I have to deal with assholes all day, and I 
really don't.  I don't deal with anybody most of the time, but now and then 
you chat with folks, you find out about different parts of the country, old 
ladies show you their grandkids' pictures-- there's a kind of freedom that 
comes from knowing you're talking to someone you'll never talk to again.   
It's not bad.  More interesting than talking to the folks I grew up with in 
town.

There was this one nice couple, Roger and Patricia, middle-aged I guess 
you'd call them, very nice-looking people, very fit and healthy-looking.   
They were staying for two weeks so by the second or third day we got to 
chatting, and within a day or two after that we had gotten pretty friendly.  
  "Do you have a husband or a boyfriend?" Patricia asked me.

"No, I don't really think there's anybody here that I'd want to be married 
to," I said.

"You're not fond of the town?"

"It's all right, I guess," I said.  "But still, I pretty much know everybody 
by now, and it's hard to imagine any of them seeming any more appealing than 
they do already."

She laughed.  "Maybe you're waiting for someone to come along to the hotel."

I rolled my eyes.  "I don't think the guys who come to the hotel are looking 
for me," I said.

"My dear," she said, "People are always looking for more than you'd 
imagine."

I looked at her to see if she was joking.  "You really think guys are 
looking for somebody shaped like me?"

"I think," she said, and she put her hand on mine to emphasize her point, 
"there are a lot of people who would find you, as a person, very attractive, 
your shape, your intellect, and your personality."  She stood up.  "It only 
takes one of those to win somebody over; the rest will follow soon enough.   
Don't sell yourself short in any department."

I thought about what she said while I cleaned their suite after they went to 
run.  I guess what she said was true; if somebody went for one part of you, 
they could look past the other parts, maybe even get to where they liked 
them okay.  I started to pull the sheets off their bed-- noticing that there 
was a very wet stain in the middle of it, as there had been every morning.   
I blushed at the thought-- sex every night.  Hard to imagine when you'd 
never really had sex at all-- been felt up at parties, I jerked a guy off 
once, practically ripped it off him if truth be told, I kinda got into the 
spirit of things a little too much.  But that was basically it.  And to 
think of-- doing it every night.

I suddenly realized I was sort of rubbing my thighs together.  In fact, I 
had an itch in my pussy that I was going to have to take care of if I didn't 
want to be distracted the whole day.  They were going to be gone for at 
least two hours, I knew, so I quickly put the DND sign on the door and 
bolted it for extra safety (this WOULD be the day they forgot something-- 
I'd be the first maid who ever got naked to "accidentally" surprise a 
guest).  Then, scarcely able to believe what I was doing, I started to 
undress myself in front of the mirror.

I don't think my face is unattractive.  It's round, it's pale, I blush 
easily, but it's open and honest.  I see thinner faces that I think look 
mean, or bored, or vain, and I prefer mine.  Sometimes, anyway.

Then there was my top.  Yeah, I'm pretty big and square-shouldered.  Dad 
would make that crack about how I should have gone out for football, even 
after it was obvious that it bugged me.  But as I unbuttoned my blouse my 
boobs were big and round, boys liked that, let the room get dark at a party 
and my big boobs suddenly got more attention than I'd gotten with the lights 
on.  I unbuttoned my bra and let them hang loose over my soft but not too 
big tummy.  Like I said, I don't think I'm exactly fat, just big.  I rubbed 
them up and let them fall, then pinched the nipples, which stood up.  That 
sent a jolt to my pussy, too, and suddenly I had an idea, a very dirty idea.

I went over to the wet stain on the bed, and let my big tits flop onto it. 
It was cold and slimy, but I started to warm it up with my body.  I let my 
tits roll in the ooze, smearing my nipples with what was there.  A little 
gob of goo made a string from my nipple to the bed.  I held my tit up to my 
mouth, and then impulsively, I licked the goo off my own nipple.  I smelled 
sex, sweat, the bleachy smell of sperm.  I sucked my nipple, sucking it into 
my mouth for a minute or two, long past the point of having licked 
everything I'd smeared on me off.

Now I stood up and let the rest of my uniform slide off me, and then my 
panties, revealing my broad, boxy hips, my big round ass, my strong, sturdy 
thighs.  I got onto the bed, positioning my big butt into the middle of the 
wet spot, as if I had been responsible for it, and I used my finger to 
spread my pussy lips wide.  Now I started rubbing my clit, my ass grinding 
into the wet spot.  My other hand rubbed my tits, then my thighs, then my 
big ass, caressing my ass as it squirmed against the wet spot, as my fingers 
flashed over my clit, faster and faster.  Now I was fucking the bed, as if 
Roger was fucking me, as if he was on top of me, his cock driving into my 
pussy, pushing my ass into the slimy wet stain on the bed.

I squeezed my ass as if he were holding onto it, using it to pull himself 
deeper into me.  My tits bounced up and down furiously, my fat belly 
jiggled, my ass dug itself a trench into the bed as Roger, in my 
imagination, dug into my trench, my vagina that had never had anything in it 
other than my fingers (my cherry having broken in gym class years before-- I 
thought I was having a period every week).  I slid my fingers deep inside, 
thrust them in me as if they were a cock, not that I knew what a cock felt 
like.  I could feel my juice running down my ass.  My come started to build 
and I squeezed my nipples so hard I thought they'd pop.  Then it went 
through me, my thighs squeezed together, sparks shot out the top of my head. 
I relaxed and sank back into the goo I was sitting in and looked at myself 
in the mirror, legs up, pussy spread.

Slowly I lifted myself out of the bed and stood up.  My ass had marks like 
someone had been holding onto it for dear life.  (Well, one side did, 
anyway, the other hand had been busy.)  My face and chest were as red as a 
stoplight.  The wet spot was considerably larger, my juice had mixed with 
theirs.  Theirs.  Suddenly I had guilt-- Patricia had been so nice to me and 
there I was thinking of fucking her husband.  Now a bit ashamed of myself, I 
wiped my wet butt off with the sheet, then quickly put my uniform back on 
and stripped the bed.  I put the sheets in my laundry bag, then opened the 
door and looked out.  No one there, so I quickly removed the DND sign and 
went back to cleaning up as if nothing had happened, as if the door had been 
wide open the whole time.

It wasn't until I was rolling the cart to the next room, thinking about how 
I would look at them with a straight face when I'd been jilling off to 
thinking about fucking him in their own bed, that it really hit me how I had 
not only been licking up his cum but her juices too, when I'd spread my tits 
over it and then licked them off.  I looked at the sheet, crumpled in my 
bag, and picked it up and sniffed it again, this time smelling mainly a 
feminine smell, hers and mine, mixed together.  I'd licked up another 
woman's pussy drippings, I said to myself.  I thought about it for a minute, 
and then I decided I was okay with that.

*  *  *  *  *

That evening I was about to end my shift when Roger and Patricia came 
walking out from the hotel toward the sauna, which is up a little hill in 
the woods, about 25 yards from the main building.  As a result it doesn't 
get much use, although what use it does get usually seems to involve sex, as 
I always discover while cleaning up.

They were dressed as if for swimming, he with a linen shirt over his trunks, 
she with a one-piece suit on and a wrap billowing around her legs.  He also 
had a bottle of wine in an insulated cooler slung over one arm.  They were 
cheerful and friendly as ever, a really nice and classy older couple.  As 
opposed to me, who'd been wallowing nude in their juices, I thought, and 
blushed.  Had to not think about what I'd done, or I'd never be able to 
speak to them.

"We tried to operate the sauna last night, but couldn't make it work," 
Patricia said.  As opposed to something you operated last night which worked 
just fine-- stop!  Do not think about that, I said firmly to my 
subconscious.

"They probably shut off the main switch," I said.  "They're not supposed to 
but they do anyway."  I went over to the cover and lifted it, then turned it 
up.  "It'll take an hour at least to reach temperature."

He looked at her.  "That will give us just enough time to enjoy a glass of 
wine," he said to his wife.  Then he turned to me.  "Would you care to join 
us?"

He was just being polite, I knew.  "Thank you, but I'm not even old enough."

"I doubt that we have to worry about the Feds swooping down on us out here," 
he said, smiling a crinkly smile.  "What time do you get off?"

Uh, about ten thirty this morning, in your bed?  "Actually, my shift's over. 
  It's very kind of you, but I--"

Patricia reached out and put her hand on my arm.  She had soft, supple 
hands; my arm tingled as her fingers gripped it lightly.  "Please join us, 
my dear.  We would very much appreciate having the company of such a lovely 
and intelligent young person."

They really did mean it.  I couldn't turn them down.  "Uh, thanks," I said.  
"I'd love to."

I thought they were going to set up in the deck chairs around the sauna-- 
there's a great view of the sun going down from here, which is why they're 
there.  But Roger opened the sauna door and lay his cooler down on the 
wooden bench, then took out the bottle, the corkscrew and three wine 
glasses.  Three.

Suddenly the thing I hadn't believed when it crossed my mind became a lot 
more real.  It was no accident that they had come out here in their suits.  
They had seen me, and they were here-- to seduce me.  The question was, 
which one of them?  And how did I feel about that?  I'd wanted to fuck Roger 
when I'd been rubbing my pussy, but was that what I wanted now?

Then I found myself saying, stupidly, "So you came prepared for company, 
with the three glasses?"

"Actually, four," Roger said as he pulled the cork.  "You often run into 
another couple, and it would be ungracious not to be able to offer."

Of course.  Of course, of course, they weren't here to seduce me, they were 
just being nice.  How foolish of me, to let my lonely horny imagination run 
off with itself.  What an idiot.

Roger closed the door and slid the lock.  Patricia took off her wrap or 
sarong or whatever it was, and reclined on the bench, stretching her long, 
athletic legs out.  She was a fine-looking woman for her age, lean and tan, 
yet not bony like so many of the rich ladies we saw here.  She saw me 
looking her over and I turned away to Roger, just as he handed me a glass of 
white wine.  "Cheers," he said.

"Thanks," I said.  Then he looked at me, and said, "You don't mind?"  It 
took me a moment before I realized he was clutching the top button of his 
shirt.

"Oh, please," I said.  "Go ahead, it's like being at the pool."

"She's exactly right, Roger," Patricia said, as if correcting him.  "In 
fact," she said to me, "if you want to just get down to your bra and 
panties, well, there's no real difference between that and a swimsuit to any 
sensible person, is there?"

I looked at her for a moment.  Was she talking me out of my clothes?  For a 
reason, I mean?  Or was that just my wild imagination running in horny 
overdrive, again?  "Sure," I found myself saying.  If they wanted to seduce 
me, I was ready to be seduced.  If they didn't, then they were right, it was 
harmless.  Either way, I suddenly wanted to be out of my clothes, and so I 
unbuttoned my maid's uniform-- as they both watched me.

I slid it over my breasts and then down over my hips, just as I had done in 
their bedroom hours earlier.  If you asked me there wasn't much sexy about 
my plain white bra and panties and my big ass and belly sticking out of 
them, but they both stared at me, enraptured.

"Lovely, isn't she?" Roger said.

"So youthful and strong and beautiful," Patricia said, standing up.  She 
took my hands and looked into my eyes.  We gazed at each other for a moment, 
but nothing happened.  Was she afraid of my reaction?  Didn't she want to 
fuck me?  I looked at Roger.  He smiled back at me-- but still they seemed 
to be in no hurry to do the thing that would make it impossible to pretend 
that we weren't here for sex.  Maybe they just took things slower, because 
they were older, but I needed it, now.  I grabbed Patricia's head, a hand on 
both sides of her face, and pulled her to my lips and kissed her, mashing 
her lips hard, shoving my tongue between her lips, grinding my face into 
hers.  We did that for a moment and then she stepped back, wide-eyed and 
panting a little.

"Sorry I got a little rough there," I said.

"Shh," she said, and then she put her hands on my hips and her arms around 
me and began rocking me, slowly, as we kissed, gently and deeply, my big 
floppy breasts mashing against her small ones.  Now her tongue flicked 
against my lips, and we kissed romantically as I felt her butt and she 
responded by gently caressing my back and over my hips, then drawing her 
fingers up the side of my panties and along the skin.  I shivered with the 
electric feel of her fingers.

A moment later she stepped back, her gaze locked on mine, and she slipped 
one strap of her suit off, then the other, and lowered the top to reveal her 
chest.  Her breasts were indeed small and a bit sagged, but she was still in 
great shape.  Quite a contrast to myself, I thought, as I reached back and 
undid my bra and my big hooters plumped out of their cage.  But Patricia 
looked at mine marvelingly, like a kid in a candy store, and began stroking 
them, feeling her way around the cup of my breasts.  I rubbed her nipples 
with my fingertips, and then slipped my hands inside her suit and slipped it 
down over her hips, pushing it to the floor.  She was naked now, with a 
neatly trimmed blonde bush and lean, muscular thighs.  I slipped my own 
panties off, and then she pushed me toward the bench.  I hopped up onto the 
second row, leaving my legs apart and flashing my beaver at Roger, which it 
amused me to do.

Patricia placed herself between my legs and climbed on top of me, just high 
enough to kiss me again.  Then she moved down to my tits and began sucking 
one of my nipples, caressing my whole big boob as she did it.  She did that 
for a few moments and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and opening up.  
Then she moved down, kissing my stomach, and finally arrived at my pussy.  
She kissed my inner thighs but I wanted tongue, now, so I thrust my crotch 
into her face as my big ass ground against the bench, my tummy jiggling, my 
tits bouncing up and down.  She got the idea and her tongue went to my slit 
and licked upwards in one smooth slide.

I about exploded there, the first feel of a tongue on my pussy and clit.  It 
felt so fantastic, the way she glided over my pussy, and I knew I wanted to 
do it to her too.  I squeezed my nipples as she licked at me, over and over, 
like a cat-- in less than two minutes I was suddenly cumming, my hand going 
down to press on my clit as the orgasms rocketed through me.

I lay there for a moment and she just sat there, watching me.  I looked over 
and Roger was watching too, so I took my big tit in my hand and licked it, 
just for him.

After a moment Patricia and I sat up and we kissed some more, then I pushed 
her back to do the same for her that she'd done for me.  She spread her legs 
apart and I dove right in, burying my face in her wet, gleaming pussy, 
trying to shove my tongue as far as it would go.  Here I had gone in just a 
day from being a little freaked out about another woman's juices to wanting 
to drink them in, to smell and taste her briny pussy and cover myself in it. 
  I licked at her vigorously and her hand came down to start rubbing her 
clit.  It was a beautiful sight, watching her narrow fingers flicking 
furiously up and down until she too came, her thighs slapping against my 
head.

Patricia lay there, exhausted, smiling at me.  But I wanted more, I wanted 
everything.  I got up and went over to Roger, standing there watching us 
patiently, not even touching the obvious tentpole in his trunks.  I looked 
at Patricia to make sure it was okay, and then I straddled him, that cock in 
his trunks pressing straight up against my snatch, and began kissing him.  
It was different, kissing a man this time, rougher and hungrier, kind of the 
way I'd kissed Patricia, except that he was clearly enjoying licking the 
taste of his wife's pussy off my lips.  I stood up a little and rubbed the 
cock in his trunks, then got down on my knees and pulled them down so it 
would spring out.

I licked my lips and then sucked the head into my mouth.  With each bob up 
and down, I went further onto his cock until by the fourth or fifth round he 
was pushing against the back of my throat.  It was wonderful having my mouth 
filled by that warm, living animal, just as natural and fulfilling as 
smearing Patricia's pussy all over my face a few minutes before had been.  
Well, I guess I'm not a lesbian, I thought, at least not only one.

My pussy needed some, too, though, and so I decided it was time to fuck 
Roger, just liked I'd imagined before.  I got up and straddled him again, as 
wet as I was his cock slid inside me easily, he almost jumped with how 
quickly I took him straight in.  As my big ass bounced up and down on his 
thighs, Patricia came over to us and kissed me, then the three of us were 
kissing, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths.  Patricia put 
her arms around me from behind and caressed my big tits as they bounced up 
and down against my belly and I rode up and down on her husband's cock, 
amazed at how complete and satisfying it was to finally have one inside me, 
a feeling I wanted as often as possible now.

A moment later I could see he was starting to cum and so I ground my ass and 
my big sturdy thighs into his crotch as deeply as I could, and felt him 
twitching and squirting inside me.  When he was finished I stood up to get 
off him, and as I did Patricia knelt down to lick his limp cock, licking up 
its mess of my juices and his.  I couldn't help but think back to my licking 
up their juices in their room earlier that day, and so I quickly found 
myself on my knees again, licking myself off his reddened, soft cock and 
exchanging tongue kisses with Patricia as I did so.  Then she nodded to me 
to stand up, and we both got up and she began kissing me again, pressing me 
against the bench, then spreading my big thighs apart to slide her fingers 
along the outside of my pussy.  Her hand came out covered with pussy juice 
and white ropy cum, and I immediately grabbed it and stuck it into my mouth, 
licking both fluids off of it.  She pushed me back again onto the bench, and 
began licking my pussy again, this time to suck her husband's cum out of it. 
  As she did Roger came over to me and I took his cock in my hand and 
started stroking it, feeling a little hardness come back into it.

When I had stroked it up to a reasonable degree of hardness, I climbed out 
from under Patricia but pushing her down, kept her on her knees and with her 
ass in the air.  Now I guided Roger's cock as it went into his wife's pussy, 
and I kept my fingers on the place where it went in, feeling it slide 
between my fingers as he fucked her.  As I watched him fuck her, her ass 
rocking back and forth, her pink asshole spread open, her small tits swaying 
back and forth, I started rubbing my clit again in front of them, 
unashamedly and proudly, pulling my belly up and reaching down between my 
meaty thighs into my steaming snatch.  There were so many more things I 
wanted to do, and they would only be here for three more days.  But when we 
were relaxing, exhaustedly, covered in cum and pussy juice, an hour or two 
later, they told me that they know many more older, cultured and 
sophisticated couples who travel as they do, looking for young people 
interested in a broader experience of the world.  And that if I wanted, they 
would let a selected few of them know to look for Katie, a maid at the _____ 
Resort in ______, Montana.

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