Big Girls Don't Cry (6 page)

“Thank you
… It must be the
lotion
I use,” I stutter, not knowing what else to say. I don’t get many compliments, and I
when I do, I always feel
uncomfortable.

“I l
ove soft skin,
”
he whispers.
“I love caressing it…Rubbing it.
It feels so good. Like…satin.
”

Cooing softly, I open my eyes, watching i
n a dreamlike state
as Billy’s hands slide over my shoulders
,
and onto my full breas
ts. Firmly he squeezes, and his
large hands sink into the soft tissue of my huge tits. My
hardened nipples press through
his fingers
a
nd
he rolls them gently between.

“Oh, Billy,” I moan, closing my eyes
and entering into a state of extreme bliss. This has got to be a dream, and I know any minute I’m going to wake up.

With soft tugs, he pulls the swollen nubs
,
and my pussy quivers
, s
ending me into an instant orgasm.
Responding
to my pleasure, Billy’s hard dick presses against the middle of my back.

“Your breasts are beautiful,” he
exclaims
, squeezing and kneading the large orbs.

“Thank you,” I coo, watchi
ng his hands exploring my chest
.
I felt like the fourteen year old girl being felt up by the older neighbor boys
,
while my
body shuddered through
its
first orgasm.

Without thinking,
I pull away and turn around
facing Billy
,
who sits with his towel opened. His enormous cock stands
throbbing in front of my face, and
I watch in amazement at the thick veins surrounding the long shaft. T
hey throb and pulsate
,
sitting wrapped around the thumping phallus like the creeping roots of a wicked tree…
and
,
I only want one thing.

“Can I suck on it?” I ask in a catching breath
, the sheer size and girth having
my heart beating uncontrollably. I feel my own
wetness running from my soaked
crotch as I reach out
slowly
with
trembling
hands.

“Yes,” Billy whispers, pushing his hips forward, and offering the giant member for servicing.

“Oh, my,” I gasps,
as my hands wrap around the fleshy tube.
This isn’t like the penises of the boys I’ve been with
. This was a man
size
cock
, and it dwarfs my hands as they slide up and down
the thick shaft.
I’m in awe of the beautiful specimen of male anatomy held tightly in my grip.

Billy signals his delight with a long moan
,
and a shudder of his hips, as s
mall beads of
pre-cum
are milked
from the
over-sized head.
I close my eyes
,
savoring my
first lick.

“
Oohhh
fuuuck,”
he shivers, watching my tongue lapping over
the large slit
.

“Mmm, you taste good,” I
moan, smiling up at Billy. “I can’t believe how big you are.”

“I love to be sucked on,” he coax
es
, sliding the tips of his fingers
across
my
scalp, clamping down into my hair. I feel his body preparing to pull me down onto the giant cock, and I open my mouth to take him in side.
‘He lov
es to be sucked.
I hope he loves mine
,
’
I pray
, as my lips cover the mushroomed head.

With thrusting hips, Billy guides himself in and out of my mouth, holding me tightly by the hair— and I suck eagerly wanting so badly to please him.
Several loud groans escape his lips
, motivating me to i
ncrease the momentum of my sucking
.
  I flick my tongue viciously over his head,
before slowing
down
and
tracing the rounded edge of the tip.
My prayers are answered when his body
spasms, and begins to
jerk wildly as he starts to cum.

Quickly, my mouth fills with semen forcing me to swallow deeply, as Billy hold me down on his pumping cock.
‘Swallow, swallow, swallow,’
is all I can think, as I’m overwhelmed by Billy’s massive load. Coughing and gagging I try to retreat, but there is none to be had as semen drips from the side
s of my mouth, with Billy holding me down.

“Oh yes! Oh,
Fuck!
Y
es! Take it
,
Gretchen
! Take it all!” Billy screams, forcing his huge dick down my throat. With pleading eyes I look up at Billy, crying for relief. “I’m almost done!
Keep sucking! Oh, yeeeees!
” he continues, through closed eyes and clenched teeth.
His body shudders to a halt before withdrawing the immense dick. My lips pucker like a fish as they drag along the exiting pole— my mouth comes off with a gasps, as I suck in welcomed air, watching the bouncing cock.

“That was crazy,” I say, grabbing his dick, rubbing it over my face covering it with small kisses.
I’ve never experienced a man cumming like that before, and it
was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

His body ticks and jumps with sensitivity
, as I hold him in my hands licking up and down the length worshiping his dick.

Billy wipes my cheek, bringing a thick finger with a small amount of cum to my mouth. I open and suck on the tip of his finger as he watches smiling.

Taking my face in his hands, he leans down hovering over
my
mouth. Soft and passionate he kisses me, before licking my lips and neck free of his own cum.
I’ve never had anyone kiss me after having me do anything to them, especially sucking on them.
Usually
, guys couldn’t wait to get away from me afterwards... I feel like I’m going to cry.

We spend the next fifteen minutes
with Billy sucking on my tits, and
making out, ending with me again stroking on Billy’s swollen cock. This time it takes a little longer, but ends the same— with Billy shooting another massive load across the room. My hand
s
twist
ing
up and down
the softening tool
, with Billy moaning
until he’
s done.

~ ~ ~

“Okay, so needless to say. This is our secret,” Billy says, wrapping the towel around his waist.

“Oh, absolutely,” I agree. I knew something like this would be coming—I’m sure he doesn’t want anyone to know he got a blow job in the sauna from the fat chick. My sadness is fleeting as the reality that I just had sex with a gorgeous hunk, hits me. And, he’s still being nice.
At least
,
trying to be
, anyway
.

“Only because, I co
uld get fired if the owners fin
d out. It’s strictly against company policy to have any kind of relationship with a client.”

“Technically, I’m not a client yet,” I retort, knowing he’s right, but just wanting to hear something that will make me feel like it’s not an excuse to blow me off.

“It’s all the same.”

“Are you still going to train me?” I ask, sadly.

“Of course.
Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know. It’s just, most guys… I don’t know. Never mind,” I say, looking away.

“Hey,” he responds, sympathetically. “I’m not, most guys.” He smiles.

“Okay,” I respond, wanting to believe him.

“I’m serious. Nothing will change, I promise.”

Billy gave me a ride home, but not before making me promise I would continue showing up for training.  He didn’t have to make me promise. I wouldn’t stop training with him right now for anything in this world.

CHAPTER SIX

Billy promised nothing would change, but that wasn’t true. It did change, but in a good way. We became very close—not like a couple, but like really good friends. It was
as if
we had know
n
each other all our lives. We joked and played during my training sessions, laughing loud
ly
and drawing plenty of attention
to us
, all in a positive way. When p
eople did pay attention
, what they saw was a large girl getting the shit
kicked
out of her, and loving every bit of it. Billy said I was
good motivation
. ‘You show people, someone can work hard and still have fun, while getting results.
’
The more I loved it, the harder he pushed. And the harder he pushed; the more results I saw.

By the end of the second week my body was already firming up underneath, and my stam
ina was growing daily. My confi
dence was growing also. That was until the beginning of the third week.

~ ~ ~

“I could tell something was different,” Mrs. Johnson exclaimed, after I told her about my new training
regimen
. “You
have a special glow
now
, and I’m happy for you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” I responded. She was right I did have a glow about me now. And as I stood at the bus stop for the first time without hiding my body under a full length puffy down jacket, I felt that new confidence, Billy promised, would come. I pushed out my boobs with poise, and waited for the bus to arrive.

“WHAT
’
S UP FAT ASS?” The haunting voice
came, breaking my confidence
and awakening
my
still crippled
self- esteem
.

“Screw you asshole!” A crackling voice breaks the momentary silence. I stand dumbfounded by Mrs. Johnson, who sits in her wheelchair holding up a decrepit looking hand, extending the middle finger.

“Yeah!
Asshole!” another person agrees, bringing me more surprise.

“Thank you guys,” I speak, as I shrink into the shelter, eyes following the car into the parking lot. And,
as
expected,
it parks at the gym,
and three men climb out. I recognize all three as…
Billy’s trainers.

~ ~ ~

“What do mean, you’re done training? Are you hurt?”

“No. I’m just done,” I say, feeling sick to my
stomach. I can’t tell him why, and
I know I should.
What
they did was wrong, and he should know what kind of
people he has working for him…
but I can’t do it. Something inside of me
holds him partially responsible.
I
felt protected by Billy— and, now I find out
he may be
one of them. I feel betrayed.

I hang up my phone, and knowing he’ll call back, I turn it off. It dies with a fading signal as I fall onto my bed crying myself to sleep.

~ ~ ~

‘
What time is it?
’
My eyes blink open, as I struggle to see the bedroom clock.
9:17 PM

Another loud noise comes from my living room, and it takes me moment before I’m fully awake
,
and aware someone is knocking at my front door.

Climbing off the bed,
and looking
into
the dresser mirror
,
I
fluff
my
hair
and head for the door. I’m still
dressed in the tight fitting sweater
and mini skirt I wore to work
, and I smile briefly thinking about all of the compliments, I received today. It’s amazing what a little bit of confidence can do for a person. I say that because, I haven’t seen any
big
changes in my body, but everyone keeps telling me how different I look.
T
wo weeks ago I would have never had the confidence to wear something like this.
‘
Those are skinny chick clothes.
’
I would have said.

It makes me think of Billy
,
and my smile is gone.

My
knee high, leather stiletto boots
click down the hall as I approach the
front
door.
I jump back quickly after looking through the peek hole, having seen Billy standing outside
the
door.
‘That, son of a bitch, h
e looked up my address.’ I
think, yanking
t
he door
open
.