Now:​​

     Skip couldn't help himself.

     He went for days sometimes without seeing Lamna after his own shift on the donut farm.

     Well, as long as three days, that one time.

     He'd get to thinking about how much Lamna liked to fuck him, and his hard on would get more frequent and intense as each day passed, and he'd think about her tits and her cunt and her smiling face, and then, there he'd be, back with her in the batter pit.

     "Hit the pot first!" Lamna yelled. "I want you greasy!"

     Sure, although he already felt pretty greasy and sweaty already after his own shift. The warming pot wasn't that far from where Lamna wallowed. Sometimes he closed his eyes, upended the pot, then doused himself with the sweet, buttery grease.

     Today, though, he didn't feel that committed.

     "You okay?" Lamna asked. "Something wrong?"

     "I'm fine," he replied. "Just give me a minute." He knew what she was talking about. It was nothing he could put his finger on, but things didn't feel right, somehow.

     Still, it felt great to get fucked anytime he wanted, so...

     Slathered in warm, sweet grease, Skip waded into the donut dough pit.

     The closer he got to Lamna, the harder his dick got. 

     She grinned as they embraced.

     Her body was slick with grease and sweat.

     "I've been thinking about doing this for the last hour," Lamna said, then kissed Skip so they could open their mouths to jam their tongues together. Skip liked to touch every part of Lamna's body he could get to and still stay standing. He kneaded flesh with slick, probing fingers. but, beneath that, he felt hard muscle, the leg muscles Lamna used to stand nearly every waking moment, the arm muscles Lamna used to stir a paddle-sized spoon for nearly as long. Skip figured that, from then on, there would always be a part of him that would equate muscle under fat with sex, because that's what it was all about where he lived. 

     Lamna ran her greasy fingers all over Skip's ass, then pulled on his butt cheeks so that his balls bounced against her clit.

     That got his dick as hard as it was ever going to get.

     He'd have fucked her right there, with both of them just standing there, but he knew she didn't like it that way.

     He knew of a ledge on one side of the pit that couldn't be seen because of all the batter.

     He knew of the ledge because that's where Lamna liked to sit so Skip could fuck her.

     The ledge was the perfect height.

     Skip could start right in, if he wanted to.

     He didn't.

     He wanted to make out with Lemna a little first, get even more heated up than the dough already made them. The whole sex deal was more fun that way.

     Those who lived on the donut farm weren't just fat but obese, and the color of stone.

     And everybody liked to fuck.

     Skip saw erect dicks wherever he went. He walked around with own dick erect plenty of times. No one cared.

     He thought about that as he slipped himself into Lemna with her butt on the ledge. Skip didn't hurry. He knew Lemna didn't like to go fast. He explored the inside of her cunt with his stiff dick, coming at her from this angle, from that angle, gyrating until the gyrations became strokes. Lamna kicked out with her legs so that Skip could drive himself even deeper into her. Their lips stayed locked as their tongues continued to wrestle and his dick slid into her again and again. 

     The strokes quickened, intensified.

     He started to cum.

     Lemna sensed it.

     Now she really pulled on his butt.

     She didn't plan to let him climax until she did, too.

     "Ugh. Ugh."

     Then,

     Her body stiffened like she was having a seizure, legs outstretched, every muscle taut.

     "I'm doing it!"

     "I know!"

     Skip's climax rose from the tips of his toes and the center of her being to blow out the end of his dick in what felt like gallons of cum.

     They held on to each other until they could control their breathing a little. Then,

     "You hungry?" Lamna asked. 

     "Name a time when I haven't been hungry."

     "Get some juice if you're going to the cafeteria, anyway? I'm thirsty for something besides water."

​     "I'll be right back."

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