Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (33 page)

This seemed to satisfy him, and he released her hair.

“Matthew
,” Jonnie said, “perhaps you should remove her outer garments for us, if you’d be so kind?”

“Oh … yeah, sure, man.” Matt got up and stood in front of her

“This is gonna be fun,” the thin, nerdy guy told her. He looked a little flushed, but he was smiling widely as his eyes met hers.

Despite Jonnie’s animal magnetism
, she found herself taken with Matt for a moment, smiling back at him.

Jonnie WAS attracted to her, she was pretty sure … but she wasn’t sure that his little game of control and making her feel like a wanton slut wasn’t a big part of the appeal for him.

Whereas Matt, she was now certain, really LIKED her … the game had just emboldened him.

She’d thought Matt would start by taking off her sweatshirt. Funny, though … He first squatted down and unlaced and pulled off her boots and thick socks. His hands were warm and ticklish on her feet.

Then, he stood and moved to her waist. His hands slid up under her sweatshirt, seeking the button of her jeans. She felt his finger probe her belly button for a second. Now, he was taking initiative …

Matt unbuttoned her jeans, pulled down the zipper—and revealed the bright crimson of the lacy panties she was wearing. He grinned like a kid who’d just opened an unexpected—but very cool—Christmas present.

“That’s really sexy,” he told her, his eyes wide.

She’
d bought the red lace panties (and the matching bra she wore) at an upscale plus-size store before she’d left Michigan. She’d wanted to surprise Vinnie with them. He’d always said her red cotton undies looked hot on her curvy butt, but she’d never owned anything sexier before … The fancy lingerie had become a little sweaty and itchy on her during the bus trip and unexpected long wait. But now, in front of these two cute guys, she was glad she’d worn it.

Jonnie didn’t comment on her lingerie, though. He sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring, and chuckled.

“I thought I could smell you before,” he said. “I sure as hell can now.”

Matt’s hand slid to her waist, fingers hooked inside the waist of her jeans, trying to tug them down.
But they were stuck. Damn her weight gain!

He tugged forcefully, but it became obvious they weren’t going to budge.
He just shook his head, smiling at her and chuckling … not making fun of her, but just laughing at the situation … And she also laughed in response.

Jonnie sighed as if
all of this was a waste of his time. “Whore, take your own damn jeans off … NOW.”

Matt shrugged apologetically and backed off. She scooted her butt a little off the couch—which was hard with the soft cushions—and wriggled her hips while tugging down. In a moment, the jeans were sliding down her legs, and she pulled them off.

The crotch of her crimson panties was wet and darkened with her moisture.

Jonnie shook his head. “What will we do with you? You are one soaking slut.”

“Wow,” Matt exclaimed, obviously impressed by the degree of her arousal. “I can’t wait to get those panties off.”

“Patience, kiddo,” Jonnie said. “Get her shirt.”

Matt went behind the couch, stood behind her, and tugged her sweatshirt over her head. She raised her arms up to help him along. In a moment, her red lacy bra with its little bow in the center was unveiled. She only wished she had a little more cleavage to show off in it …

Jonnie scrutinized her bra-clad breasts. “Adequate, I suppose,” he said.

But Matt ran his right hand down over her shoulder, found her right breast, and squeezed it through the bra cup. He fingers found the hardness of her chunky, aroused nipple and pinched it through the fabric.

“Ummm,” she moaned, arching forward to push her breast against his hand.

But Jonnie was impatient. “Stand up, cunt,” he commanded her.

She did as he asked, sliding off the couch and using her hands to push herself up from the edge of the cushion … It was awkward rising from the overly-soft couch, but suddenly Matt was there helping her up, his lean body offering a surprising amount of support. As soon as she was standing, he sat back down again.

“Now face us,” Jonnie ordered, “and unveil your bosoms.”

She was pretty sure that he meant she was supposed to take off her bra … 

Shyly, she reached behind her and undid the clasps, then shrugged off the shoulder straps, leaned forward, and let the fancy red brassiere fall to the floor, her breasts hanging free.

He heart was pounding as she revealed herself to their scrutiny. She was excited … But she already knew Jonnie wasn’t exactly blown away by her C-cup boobs. What would the guys think of them unveiled?

The heavy freckles which covered her face continued down over her neck and shoulders, as well as between the boobs, with a smattering on the breasts themselves. God, she
hated
that …

As for
her breasts, aside from being too small … She’d never really liked her areolae, which were shaped like vertical ovals instead of being round; and the nipples themselves, which were thick and red. Vinnie had sometimes called the latter her “little titty gumdrops,” she’d never been sure if he’d been being cute, or making fun of her.

Jonnie just nodded. “Those are e
nough. Will give me some tender little handles to hold on to.”

But Matt was leaning forward, intrigued. “They’re huge,” he commented.

“What?” Jonnie said. “I know your last girlfriend was a titless wonder, amigo, but surely you jest?”

“No, “ Matt said. “I mean, the
nipplage
… the actual sticking-out part. They’re chubby little nipples. That’s cool.” He ran his tongue over his teeth, as if hungry to taste them.

Dammit!,
she thought.

In a way, it was so unfair.
Here was Jonnie, this suave, sexy, commanding guy who could take charge and thrill her with a look, leading this game she so badly wanted to play. And Matt, who was earnest and funny and seemed to honestly think she was pretty damn sexy, with all of her faults.

She really didn’t want Matt to be
just the one who got sloppy seconds in the game … But she had a feeling that was what Jonnie planned.

She really wanted them BOTH, at once, in some capacity … Both close to her when the time came and
she got fucked … Which she thought would be soon. If there was anything she could do to encourage that to happen, to keep Matt close, keep him touching her somehow even while Jonnie’s big cock was ravaging her … she’d try it … Even if it risked pissing off Jonnie.

“Turn,” Jonnie ordered now. “Present your posterior, slut.”

She rotated so that her back was too them, not exactly sure what he meant … He wanted to see her butt, yeah, he how to “present” it?

She decided to bend forward … She couldn’t touch her toes, but she went as far as she could. This had the effect of pulling the red panties tight into the crack of her ass … giving them a
full view of her plump ass cheeks … and giving her a bit of a wedgy. Though she suspected she wouldn’t have to worry about that for long …

“The female hindquarters in the most primitive attractor for the male
,” Jonnie said. “And here we see displayed, in slightly exaggerated proportions, that typical rear silhouette of a female in heat presenting herself for breeding.”

She heard a slight squeak of couch springs, and before she could even wonder which of them had gotten up … 

THWACK!

A flat, closed hand hit her right ass cheek, and it stung. She moaned out in surprise and pain.

SMACK!

Another hard slap on her left cheek: sudden, raw and hot pain
.

“Couldn’t resist,” Jonnie’s voice said. “Been wanting to do that since you first got off that bench in the bus stati
on and I saw that big bouncy derriere.”

His smacks had been HARD! Her eyes were welling with tears despite herself, and she took a deep breath.

“Damn,” she heard Matt say. “I think you left a handprint there.”

“I want to see that
plump ass bare,” Jonnie said. “Stand up and remove your panties.”

She stood up, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and tugged them down over her wide hips. She put her legs tog
ether and crossed them slightly, letting the flimsy nylon spandex undies slide down to her ankles. Then, she simply stepped out of them.

Her ass was bared to the two guys now. Her whole BODY was exposed, and she shivered …

The room wasn’t really cold anymore. Matt had been right; his space heater was doing a good job of warming things up.

So why was she shivering? Perhaps, despite all she’d already shown them, she was still a little nervous about what they’d think of her body
fully nude … She wasn’t sure what she was afraid of, really. Rejection? That seemed unlikely; she knew, at this point, that they WERE going to have sex with her. Jonnie in particular had made that
very
clear.

“Wow,” said Matt. “You know, she even has some freckles on her butt cheeks. Some around the crack, and in the small of her back too … Man I love them freckles.”

Freckles on her butt? Alyssin had forgotten about those … That might be the fault of her grandparents, who used to let her and her cousins skinny dip in the pond on their farm when she was little. No one had ever thought to put sunscreen on her ass …

“Fre
ckles are a symptom of sunlight and low skin pigmentation,” said Jonnie. “Fair-skinned lasses like her tend to be more susceptible to  pain … and pleasure, interestingly enough,” he explained, and chuckled.

“Can she turn around?” Matt asked. “I
really
want to see her pussy.”

“Hard to see on a plump female like that with her standing up,” Jonnie told him. “
Belly gets in the way. And I’m not wasting time having her sit down right now. Anyway … I prefer the posterior view myself.”

“Bitch,” Jonnie commanded, addressing Alyssin now, “Now that your panties are off, I want you to spread your legs wide and bend down as far as you can. It’s all right if you need to bend your knees a little bit … But I want you to show Matthew and myself that sopping cunt that we’ve been smelling all night.”

She did as he demanded, spreading her legs in a wide stance, reaching down as far as she could, bending her knees so that her fingertips could touch the carpet.

She could feel the “breeze” of the space heater’s fan blowing on her exposed labia, and she knew that her pussy must
now be visible to the guys.  

“Observe the vulva, Matthew,” said Jonnie. “Pink and engorged with blood. Chubby and thick outer lips, protecting the delicate insides.
”

“She’s got hair all over the lips, too,” said Matt. “Kinda red, like on her head. I never saw a chick with red hair down there. Looks sexy with her pale skin.”

She was a little embarrassed. Sure, she trimmed her hair “down there,” but she’d always had problems with ingrown hairs and blisters if she’d shaved any of her pubes completely off … So she let her auburn bush grow in a natural pattern, and trimmed it every week or so with scissors to keep it from getting too long or wild.

Still, she knew this was hardly fashionable, and the guys were probably used to girls who were shaved smooth in the crotch region …

“Is there white stuff leaking out of her?” Matt asked. “It almost looks like some dude’s come in there already.”

“She’s just frothy and highly aroused,” Jonnie replied. “The lubrication of a bitch in heat, basically. And it’s time to give her what she needs.”

Jonnie stood now, grabbed her shoulder. She let him steer her around until she was facing the couch.

“And now, dear bitch,
if you would please put your face in the couch,” Jonnie instructed. He had one hand at her waist, the other in the middle of her back, shoving her down towards the couch.

Face in the couch?

At first she was confused …

But suddenly, she understood what he meant. He wanted her with her feet on the floor, her face towards the back of the couch, so that her butt … and pussy … were exposed and raised high for him.

The couch was just about the right height for this, and it she thought it would be fairly comfortable for her. She certainly had no objection to being taken from behind; from all of the attention Jonnie had been paying to her butt, she’d kinda been expecting that.

The only disappointing thing was that, with her head shoved up against the back of the couch, she’d be in a bad position to see anything. Sure, if Jonnie was behind her, she’d have trouble seeing him anyway … But she’d thought maybe Matt might give her some attention, or eye candy?

And speaking of eye candy … Was Jonnie even going to strip for her before he expected her to “assume the position?” That didn’t seem to be the case. She’d wanted to see his lean, mean body uncovered for her … And she HAD to see that huge cock before he used it on her.

Thankfully,
Matt came to her rescue.