The Weirdest Experience ever recorded in my Diary

When he came into the bar, he appeared huge, he was tall and rotund, a massive beer belly, grotesque would have been a cute word to describe him, if you were comparing him to something ugly, but thats girls for you, we always judge on appearances, and he made me wretch. 'Is that him', I asked Jim, my boyfriend, he looked up and waved to him. I watched him shuffle towards us, he appeared popular as many were calling out to him. I looked at my boyfriend when he stopped at a table, to say something to a group of guys, he looked at me, well I think he did, and they all laughed, 'WTF', I exclaimed, 'He's OK once you get to know him', he sounded unsure of himself, I was a little nervous as we had planned to stay over at his house, Jim was 17, and I was 15, we wanted to sl**p together and his uncle had offered us a bed, 'He is into young girls, so he does not mind'. I assumed he meant he thought all young girls should be allowed to do what they felt they were entitled to, so I thought it a good idea, to bed with Jim there, but now having seen him, I felt squeamish. Big, Fat and Jolly, would have been apt to describe him, with the addition of sleazy, vile, and obnoxious, added to complete, though my additions were more emotional, than descriptive. I could smell his body odor, he stank, and I wondered when he last washed, retching when I thought about his genitals, something admittedly young girls should not be thinking like that, but this whole meeting tonight in th pub, was about me sl**ping at his place and having sex with his nephew, he knew that and my face went a deep crimson, as he shuffled his huge torso in beside me at the table. 'Right guys, what will you have', he was buying a round and offered champagne, a girly drink, he called it, winking at me in the process. His leg was crushed-up against mine at the table, but strangely, after two glasses of bubbly, I stopped noticing these little things that made me uncomfortable about him, and he became larger than life, then I noticed he was ignoring me and talking to a lot of people around us. Jim was getting d***k too, and I laughed at him as he appeared to nod-off, 'Hey' I prodded him, 'You have to be awake for me later, go easy', I was of course referring to sex, I was in the mood and the urge was getting stronger as I drank. I was draining the dregs from my glass when he came back to the table, 'How is it going', he jolted me out of what I doing, 'James, what the fuck, her glass is empty, get another bottle', Jim jumped as he had nodded off again, I did also as my thoughts were drifting, and I felt embarrassed, as I was imaging him seeing my naked. 'Easy my dear', he said apologetically, 'Did not mean to frighten you', and he slipped his arm around my shoulder, funny I did not smell him, I guess I was becoming accustomed to him. Jim was at the bar when he leaned across closer to me, 'You looking forward to doing it', instead of answering him, my eyes dropped and I went crimson and when I looked at him I just shrugged my shoulder, he laughed, 'Good girl, I think your brave'. I sat there for a moment studying him, I felt relaxed now, I guess the champers had seen to that, 'Are you married', and he quickly answered 'No'. 'But you have a girlfriend' I probed him, 'Nope' was his casual reply, as Jim arrived back at the table with the drinks, placing them down before retiring to the toilet. When we were alone again, I wondered if I had asked too much, and I studied him as he poured the champagne into a new glass, then he took a vodka bottle out of his pocket and poured a good measure into my class, 'This will ease you, trust me my dear, this will get you going', and he handed me the drink mixture. His face was beaming and as drank, it went down very smoothly with a warm feeling, and when I looked at him again, he had an aura, and indeed looked jolly, just like Santa. I looked at my glass, it was empty, I had downed the lot in one and felt good, just like he said I would, and I laughed, 'I like you', I blurted out, suddenly he seemed a different person. 'Another', he picked my glass up, 'Sure', I slurred, then he lent towards me and brushed my blond hair away from my ear, and put his fat wet lips against it and whispered, 'Are you looking forward to getting some cock in you tonight dear', I drew slowly away as I thrilled at his whispering so close to me ear, his warm breath and his tongue tracing the outline, it made the hairs on my neck stand and caused a sensation between my legs, I looked into his eyes, I sensed what he meant and just answered 'Yes'. He handed me the glass and I drank it down again, I wanted to go and then I realized his hand was on my thigh, just under the hem of my skirt, softly stroking softly in an upward motion, each time getting a little higher, each time I obliged by opening my legs a little wider. Jim came back to the table and I covered his uncle's hand with mine, not pushing him away, just covering it and squeezing it as he felt around and I enjoyed the feeling of being felt. In the taxi back, which was a short journey, any lingering doubts I had about his uncles intentions were dispelled, as I sat between them, putting my head on Jim's shoulder and pushing my bum up hard against his leg, where he inserted his hand again, only this time in the darkness of the taxi, his fingers were inside my panties and inside me, fat and stretching my womanhood, I was so wet, that by the time we reached his place, he had fingers in my vagina and anus, pushed in as far as his fingers could go. When we disembarked to taxi, I whispered into his ear, 'I want you to fuck there, where your fingers were', I looked longingly, wanton, and desperate, and even squeezed his cock through his pants as we walked up the stairs. Inside he poured Jim a large whiskey and told him to down it as a nightcap, which he did, then suggested we go to bed. Jim went into the bedroom and I poured myself a vodka straight, and waited in the living room, I could hear them talking, then muffled noises. I poured another and listened and I could hear the bed springs squeak and more moaning, they were doing something sexual, I was most certain of that, so I opened the door and his uncle was on top of him fucking him in his ass. I watched his fat cock go in and out of my boyfriends ass, his nephew and I was stupefied, watching his big fat white bum going up and down on top of Jim's small, tight darker bum, but it was the size of this man's cock that captivated me. 'Mariel', he called my name. snapping me back to reality, 'Get naked girl, your next', and he reached out encircling my small waist and pulled me into him, licking the side of my face, as came in tight to him. He let go of me and took hold of my boyfriend shoulder, and using it for leverage, thrust hard into him. I stood with my glass of vodka in one hand and my other hand running across his massive back, which was very hairy and sweaty, and as he grunted like a pig, humping him hard, my free hand ventured down his massive buttocks and heavy ball sack, swinging wildly as he fucked. My finger traced a thin line up his ball sack and onto his ass-hole, pausing momentarily, as I studied his massive back heaving, and as I pushed it in a little I could feel his sphincter muscle gnawing at the tip of my finger, he groaned out loudly, 'Push it in Mariel, theres a good girl', and he reached back to f***e me into him, but that was not necessary, as two of my fingers were inside him now, and I have abnormally long fingers, so when he started to cum, the squeeze on both my fingers was incredible, I swear I could feel his semen course through his tubes into my boyfriends asshole. He collapsed onto my boyfriends small torso, completely engulfing him, and as I stood holding my two fingers up, cooling down from their insertion, there was a knock at the front door, 'Go get that Mariel, there's a good girl' and he raised his ass and I watched his cock slip out, and I turned and walked to the door. When I opened it I recognized the men there, it was the same guys at the table that turned and looked at me and laughed, when Jim's uncle had said something, 'You ready for some real men now babe' as they pushed past me, the last guy ushering me into another bedroom, 'It's only us Fat John, we will take the bitch in here and do her, was all I heard before my clothes were ripped from me, the fucked me for hours and I ashamedly orgasmed repeatedly, the frustration and expectations all being released on these four strangers, taking turns on what I only assumed they thought was a virgin, dont know whether to laugh or not.