Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (35 page)

She had never felt so full. The pleasure—and the pressure of the massive phallus inside her—were intense.

Even if it was “only” seven inches inside her so far … It already felt like he was impaling her, inhabiting her entire body with his maleness, just taking her over.
And she was happy to completely surrender.

But now, he was picking up the pace. His hands
gripped hard on the soft flesh of her waist and he began to thrust faster and faster, going a little deeper each time.

Perhaps only a fraction of an inch or so … But as fast as he was going … In no time at all …
 

It was almost as if she felt something deep inside of her give way, a sort of
pop.

Jonnie pulled out of her, almost all the way
… Leaving a sudden vacuum inside of her, an aching emptiness.

The, growling like an angry wolf,
he slammed his cock back into her …

And bottomed out.

There was a sudden pain, and she whimpered. She’d taken it all, but it felt as if he’d gotten it in absolutely as far as it could go. She realized he must be hitting her cervix … As he kept thrusting, she felt a dull ache deep within her.

But the pleasure overrode everything else.

The sheath of her pussy was so tight on his wide cock that, on every outstroke, she felt like he might turn her inside out.

Thank god she’d been so incredibly wet to begin with … She could hear the squishy noises
as he pistoned in and out of her cunt like part of a well-oiled machine.

The friction on her clit was intense, too.

Sometimes, with Vinnie, she’d liked to reach down and rub her little nubbin during sex, to help her get off … But Jonnie’s massive girth was rubbing and vibrating all of her womanly parts, her clit along with them.

She felt a little tremor run through her and gasped. Her pussy spasmed
around Jonnie’s cock—and she heard him laughing. The spasm had taken her completely by surprise, like a half-cum, a mini-orgasm. She’d never felt something quite like that before …

But the rules had changed. It was as if her body had to figure out new ways to respond to the presence of the massive maleness inside her.

Encouraged by her eager, clenching pussy, Jonnie picked up the pace further.

The time for gent
leness and restraint on his part had apparently passed. He was pounding her with full force now, jerking her body forward with every stroke … So that her sensitive nipples scraped against the couch cushions, and her heels left the floor. When he bottomed out in her now, and the end of each thrust, she was literally on tip-toes.

With each inward stroke, his hard, lean thighs would slap loudly on her plush ass. He was grunting to the rhythm of his pistoning cock …

And Alyssin, helpless, rode out the thrusting of the massive organ, sobbing from the intensity of it all. The stimulation was pure pleasure, yet almost unbearable at the same time, every nerve in her vagina and clit screaming out.

She buried her face in the pillows to muffle her ecstatic sobs …

She certainly didn’t want Matt to think she was really hurting. She wasn’t anymore. There was just so much pleasure, so much pressure, Jonnie’s giant cock feeling like it was splitting her open, over and over again.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream …
But she still wanted Jonnie to keep going.

And he did.

He pounded into her, violently banging her, every thrust filling her to capacity, every outstroke leaving her feeling strangely empty for a mere moment--before he grunted and pushed himself deep inside her again.

No one was talking …

But the room was filled with the sweet music of fucking. Her sobs and moans were mixed with Jonnie’s grunts and the slapping of his body against her plump ass … And, underneath all of it, the wet noises of their mating
slurped
and
squooshed
.

Suddenly, Jonnie slowed to an even and relaxed pace.
Alyssin lifted her head from the pillow, gasping in air, grateful to have a little break.

But Jonnie’
s hand came down
hard
with a loud slap on her ass … And the hot, searing pain of that slap was a prelude to another bout of hard fucking.

He swiftly sped up, the tempo of his thrusts accelerating until he was pounding her like a relentless machine.

And this time … She DID scream, as his increased pace mercilessly forced her to cum again.

Caught in the storm of the orgasm,
hot tears on her cheeks, muscular contractions from her clenching pussy sending waves of warm pleasure out across her body … She was helpless as a ragdoll for a few long moments as Jonnie’s continued cock-ramming buffeted her body.

She was barely aware of a hand
stroking her forehead, caressing her hair.

Matt! I almost forgot about you for a moment …

His touch felt good, the soothing strokes were a wonderful compliment to Jonnie’s animal roughness, but …

Da
mmit!

She wanted more than just caresses from him.
If she was going to be a slut, then she would give it her all … she wanted to feel used by--and to pleasure--BOTH of these cute guys at once.

But in her current position, what could she do?

Matt solved the problem for her. It was as if her cute, stubble-headed, babyfaced nerd guy had been reading her mind … because suddenly his fingers, which had been stroking her hair, entangled themselves in the strands, twisting, pulling just ever-so-slightly.

He used her hair to tug her head up, his other hand cupping her chin.

She looked up …

Matt was naked now. She’d been so distracted by her
vigorous fucking from Jonnie that she hadn’t seen him stripping; but, being a horny man, she imagined he’d gotten his clothes off in a flash.

He had a mischievous grin on his sexy lips.

She licked her lips, tasting her own tears, and smiled back.

Matt’s
nude body was pale … though not quite as pale as her own. He had hardly an ounce of fat on him. No chiseled muscles, but the male contours were there, everything lean and tight … A swimmer’s build, she thought that was called. The type of bod young girls went nuts for. Hairless torso, yet definitely masculine …

Down below was the real surprise. When her gaze reached his crotch, she knew that she had gained his full, manly attention.

Matt’s pubic hair was totally shaved, just leaving a little bit of stubble … which matched his shaved head, she thought.

His cock wasn’t as big as Jonnie’s … She was a little relieved that it wasn’t, really … But it was a nice size, seven inches or so, though an average width. The shaft was pink and smooth, with hardly any veins on it. But really struck her was how it curved up somewhat curiously at the end, so that the swollen red head of his manhood was pointing up at an angle.

Now, he repositioned himself, moved his cock closer to her lips. She smiled up at him.

There was a faint smell of soap, and just the slightest trace of man-scent … The slit in his cockhead dripped a pearly drop of pre-cum.

Before the cock even reached her lips,
she stretched out her tongue to lick the sap from the slit. It tasted remarkably sweet, sugary … almost reminded her of sweet tea.

Matt’s cock was
so clean, sweet, fresh … She couldn’t wait to get it into her mouth, even though she’d never been particularly fond of giving blowjobs before. Even with her head bouncing to the rhythm of the pounding Jonnie was giving her from behind, she wouldn’t be distracted from this task.

She opened wide, remind herself to hold her teeth out of the way … And his warm, smooth cockhead slipped into her hungry mouth.

She let the tempo of the fucking dictate her mouth’s movements on the cock. Whenever Jonnie plunged in, she slid forward a few inches on Matt’s organ, lashing her tongue slowly underneath the cock, feeling the turned-up head tickling the roof of her mouth. Then, she would ease her lips off before Jonnie’s next thrust pushed her mouth forward again.

“Oh god, that’s goooood,” Matt moaned. “Alyssin,
babe, you have such big sexy lips … Sucking my cock they look so damnnnnnnn good!”

“Ummm,” she moaned back.

She reached up with one hand to cup his shaved balls, warm and rubbery in her palm … She squeezed them a little, and he moaned even louder.

Matt started to move his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth and the same time that Jonnie was plunging into her pussy. She was truly getting it from both ends now, skewered like a human shiskabob
…

“Fuck … yes, my friend,” she heard Jonnie say, as if from a distance. “Use the slut’s mouth like a second pussy, make her gag … “ He apparently approved of Matt’s aggressiveness.

Somehow, she managed to look up again, wanting to see Matt’s face. He was grinning wildly, his baby blue eyes staring down at her adoringly through the lenses of his glasses. He looked like some kind of handsome mad professor.

Oh Matt,
she thought.
You could have turned me on just by yourself, babe. Why was I was so fixated on Jonnie before … ?

Though the both of them, working her over together, were doing something
incredible
that she could barely even describe. She had become a vessel for the overwhelming lust of these two young men, and it was absolute
bliss.

At that moment, she started to come again. She was shaking, moaning out around Matt’s cock
, slurping on it as she shook, feeling spit running down her chin …

“Uhhh,” Matt moaned, “
Christ, shit, feels TOO good, don’t wanna … “

To her disappointment, as her orgasm died down, Matt forcibly pulled his cock from between her puckered lips with a loud PLOP.

“You’re too much, beautiful,” he told her. “I almost lost it … I wanna save my cum for your pussy, honey.”

She sighed, but mouthed “OK” to him.
 

Matt’s expression turned thoughtful.
“Alyssin … Umm, maybe we should have asked earlier, but … Are you on the pill?” he asked.

“Noo …” she managed to gasp out.

“Oh, okay,” he responded, tilting his head and biting his lip as if pondering the situation.

She wasn’t sure why she said what came next.

She didn’t want Matt to try and stop anything, to pull Jonnie off her or anything like that … She just wanted him to KNOW.

“I’m … ov … ovulating,” she told him.

He stroked her hair, and nodded his head slowly.

“
It’s cool,” he whispered. “I’m going next. And I’m going to take care of you.”

It’s wasn’
t a threat, or a brag … It was meant to be
reassuring,
she was certain.

Oh Matt,
she thought.
You’re certainly unique … But your touches, your words … It’s like you know me, in my soul. 

And she’d thought he was just a shy nerd. He
was
quiet, but with her there was a certainty and tenderness in his every word and action.

Emotional support f
rom one dude while getting fucked from another—what kind of cross-wired whore’s brain do I have?,
she thought.

It didn’t really matter. Because what it felt like—what it meant at the moment—was complete and utter fulfillment. Physical, emotional … Both of them playing off each other (probably without knowing it) to bring her to an explosive peak. 

“Matthew … my friend …” Jonnie gasped. He was breathing heavily, but he let out what passed for a chuckle under the circumstances. “Are you pledging … your troth to her up there … or what?”

“No,” Matt said. “She’s just a little nervous, dude, because she’s, umm …”

“Yes,” Jonnie said. “I heard that … too. Slut whispers pretty … loudly. So the ovum is descending … eh? That absolutely makes this … PERFECT.”

Jonnie slowed down the rhythm of his thrusts again … Perhaps to give himself a bit more energy to talk.

“’Fertile as a turtle’, my mom … used to say,” Jonnie continued. “I think that was when she was trying to get her boyfriend Chuck to knock her up. He had a good union job, I guess that was the rationale for her lying to him about being on the pill. I ended up with a little brother and she gets child support for eighteen years … Way to go, mom.”

Even as he talked, Jonnie kept thrusting, slowly and evenly … It was kind of weird, the casual way in which he’d launched into this whole speech. There was a side of her that wanted to listen and understand and even soothe him …

“Stallion,” Jonnie said. “Slut, that was the word you didn’t want to say aloud to me … Correct?”

“Yes,” she answered.

Jonnie chuckled again … A real laugh, this time, now that he’d caught his breath.

“Stallion,” he said. “I like that. I’d call myself a breeding stallion. I’ve put myself out to stud numerous times, you might say. I’ve made a lot of pretty young things into baby-mommas and swelled a lot of cute young bellies with my seed.
Spread my DNA thoughout the tri-state area. And unlike poor ole Chuck, I have
connections,
and I get paid under the table … No one’s collecting a
dime
from me.”