Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (36 page)

“Umm … dude,” Matt said. “I didn’t know that …
That’s kinda mean … You serious?”

“Deadly,” Jonnie said.

“Uhhh,“ he added, grunting as he slid into her sheath on one slow but particularly deep thrust. “Anyway, slut, you should know that from my baby-making record it would seem I have some very mighty little swimmers indeed. And when I cum, I’m going to inject millions of them deep into your fertile twat. AND I’m going to make YOU cum at the same time, so that your little cervix sucks them allllll up.”

“Jonnie, yo, you’re not REALLY trying to knock her up?” Matt asked
, sounding nervous.

“The timing
of her ovulation is serendipitous,” Jonnie said, thrusting into her a little faster now. “Good luck, basically. But yes, Matthew, I am REALLY in the mood to breed … Fucking by itself is NOTHING compared to breeding a bitch, imagining your genes taking root in her womb. And making her practically BEG for it … That’s the BEST. So I can give you a very special demonstration of true male fulfillment tonight, my friend. And then, you can try too … Hell, I have friends who have friends in high places, don’t worry about getting anything pinned on you. I can get you covered this once. Will do wonders for your self-esteem. But I’m going FIRST.”

And with that, Jonnie moved his hands down, his fingers and nails digging painfully into the flesh of Alyssin’s hips. He grabbed on and fucked into her hard, then pulled out fast, in again … Once more building quickly to a brutal tempo.

She sobbed as his cock skewered her, not knowing now whether it was from fear, from pleasure … or some mix of the two.

Matt was the balancing factor, though. If not for him, she might really have been worried. Somehow, his presence made everything okay.

More than okay … It made it enjoyable.

And knew Jonnie was right. She WOULD beg for it in the end.

Jonnie leaned forward, sliding his hands under her breasts, pressing his rough palms hard against her nipples … Then grabbing them, pulling them harshly, stretching them.

She cried out
---

--But she
loved
it.

And suddenly, she felt Jonnie’s weight shift. There was more weight bearing down on her abdomen as he slid forward, leaning over her, until she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, thick drops of his sweat dripping onto her flesh.

He grabbed her hair and pulled hard, jerking her head up and back as he thrust brutally into her. In this position, his cock made her gasp with fresh sensations of stretching—and some pain. He seemed to be hitting even deeper than before, if that was possible. He was hitting her cervix hard on the instrokes, and the hurt was now part of the sensations … She’d be achingly sore later, but the pleasure was still enough to overwhelm everything else.

Alyssin was sweating, shaking, sobbing … As Jonnie moved faster and faster, fucking like a bull enraged, his muscled thighs SLAP SLAP SLAPPING on her soft, curvy ass.

“In a few … moments,” Jonnie said, “it will … happen. You know it … must. My cock controls you … doesn’t it … whore?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Matt bent down now, looking directly at her, his baby blue eyes soft and understanding, seeming to seek something in her face.

“Alyssin,” Matt asked. “You want this …
Really?”

“Umm hmm,” she whimpered, trying to give him a brave smile.

And she truly DID want it. She’d come so far now, and all of this was what Jonnie had been wanting all along, what he’d promised to her with his first lustful gaze in the bus station.

Filling her fertile womb with his sperm … If that was how his game played out, she would keep on playing.

She didn’t know if she really wanted to be pregnant or wanted a baby, no.

But her
sheer vulnerability, the strange high of the risk-taking, the ultimate submission of letting this horse-cocked punk seed her like a mare in heat …

That she HAD to experience.
She NEEDED to complete this mating.

“Well … So that’s cool, then,” Matt said. Still giving her a gentle smile, he reached down
and kissed her sweaty forehead. “I’m here, remember. No worries.”

“Quit your … useless cooing … to the slut,” Jonnie told Matt. “You need to … observe. This is the whole point … of the lesson.”

Jonnie shifted his position again, easing back down a little bit. His weight was mainly on her butt now, and his hands were there, too … squeezing her cheeks. He pulled them apart, as of that might somehow let him get deeper.

He was hunched over her
now, really fucking her like she was a bitch in heat. His strokes now were rapid, but short. He was only pulling out partway before thrusting in again.

These shallow, rapid thrusts had her mewling like an animal.
She felt her orgasm building, her pussy vibrating with expectant energy, her clit burning for release …

He’d taken her just to the edge—

--but not over it.

He was holding her there on purpose, she realized, controlling her
, taunting her …

He continued the short, rapid thrusts. She could feel his heavy balls slapping the inside of her butt cheeks and the lower part of her labia.

Now, she was whining with her need for release.

“Ahh—ahh—ahh—ahh …” the sounds came out of her mouth
unbidden, as if the energy of the building climax had spread to her vocal chords.

“You … want … some … thing?” Jonnie rasped.

“Y… ye … yes,” she gasped back. “Ahh –ahh …”

“Tell … me … what you … are … then,” he demanded.
“Say it … you … fucking … bitch in … heat.”

“B … bitch in h-heat,” she hissed back. “Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh …”

Her vision was blurred from the sweat and tears running down her face. She missed Matt’s presence; he was back there somewhere, watching Jonnie’s game playing out its final stages of her delicious humiliation.

“This is hot,” she heard Matt say. “Shit, I mean, it’s nasty, but it’s HOT.”

“Whole … fucking … point,” she heard Jonnie rasp back.

“Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!
” came her own voice again, the regular tempo reflecting the waves of pleasure that needed so badly to break.

“TELL ME!” Jonnie growled, his voice almost demonic. “Say … breed me. And I’ll … give … what you… need.”

“Ahh-ahh … breed …uhh … me … me!” she moaned back.

It was as if the words themselves released her. She could feel the tremors building within her, finally going over the edge …

“Ahh—ahh—UHHHHHHHHHHH!” she squealed.

It didn’t take Jonnie long to catch up. He pulled out all the way, then sank in with a vicious stroke … Pushing her whole body violently forward.

He pulled out, sank in deep again.

Once more, twice …

Three times …

“BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Jonnie roared out his triumph, expressing his mastery over her female form: an alpha male animal, a conquering beast.

She could feel his massive
organ pulse and jerk inside of her.

At the same moment, her pussy clamped down on it, spasming, contracting vigorously, milking the giant shaft.

The spasms sent bolts of pleasure throughout her body, making her shake, and she could only gasp:

“Yes … yes … yes …
YES …”

Her clit felt like it was exploding.
Her nipples rubbed on the couch cushions, so sensitive, hard and burning themselves, feeling like extensions of her clit.

A second later, h
er back arched, her head came up, and her whole body shuddered violently as her cunt continued to clamp down on the pulsing cock inside of her.

She closed her eyes and pushed back
onto Jonnie’s spewing phallus.

She thought th
at maybe she could actually FEEL his semen rushing into her and filling her. She wasn’t quite sure—the image of his cock gushing endless spurts of milky, fertile man-essence inside her was vivid in her mind, planted there by Jonnie’s words, and she thought she might just be imagining the sensation …

But, a few seconds later, something warm, thick and wet began running out from her pussy, damp and sticky on her cunt lips.

Jonnie started to thrust shallowly again, grunting all the while, jabbing into her.

“Fuck … take … all … fuck … womb … bitch,” he rasped.

The movement of his cock pushed more of his warm seed out, now running down her thighs. Each thrust forced out more of the fertile male goo.

She could hear him grunting, and
could feel the muscle spasms racking his own body through her contact with his flesh.

He was still coming …
Still shooting that seed into her.

Deep inside
of her, she knew, her spasming pussy would be causing her cervix to suck up the stuff into her womb. From there, all it would take would be for one of his little swimmers to paddle up her fallopian tube and find her ripe, ready egg …

The risk was intoxicating.
The thought seemed to prolong her own orgasm, and she shuddered as a few more violent spasms racked her.

As her climax died down, Jonnie thrust into her a few more times, grunting as if he was straining to pump out the last drops of his semen: “Guh … uhh … uh.”

The, without a word, he slid quickly out of her with a wet SQUOOOOCH …

Leaving her feeling weak, light-headed, sweaty … and extremely messy down below.

She tried to push herself up and stand—but her legs were still shaking badly.

Suddenly, Matt was there, helping
her to stand, placing his arm around her waist protectively.

She had the idea that, if she h
adn’t weighted more than him, Matt might have tried to pick her up, just swept her up in his arms. She would have liked that … But his touch, as it was, still felt good.

“You all right?” he asked.

“Yeah … yes …” she panted. “Whew …”

She
could feel Jonnie’s cum, thick and heavy, leaking out of her well-used pussy, running down her thigh, cooling there … There was a ribbon of the milky man-fluid running down her right leg. She looked down and saw that her pubes were soaked and matted with it, and as she watched, a little gob dripped down and splashed onto the carpet.

If this much is leaking out,
she thought …
How much did he put IN me, and how much is still in there, soaking my cervix?

“No worries,” Matt told her. “The carpet has Stainguard stuff on it … I think, anyway.”

He nuzzled closer to her, kissed her cheek, moved his mouth to her ear …

“Alyssin,” he told her, in a breathy half-whisper, “I know you probably want to rest,
but I need you so damn bad. I am going to fucking
make love
to you … In my bedroom … Screw this couch crap.”

“Matthew,” she heard Jonnie say from behind them, “You
are
going to plow that pussy, aren’t you? Don’t tell me you feel sorry for the bitch? Take her now, I turned her into a quivering mass of spineless slut jelly for you, comrade … Just use her for hours … Just forgot any romantic drama for once, will you? That was my whole damn point this evening to begin with.”

She turned to look at Jonnie. He was sipping something from a stainless steel flask that he must have had stashed in his coat or somewhere. Still naked, her eyes were drawn once again to his cock. Now softening, it was still menacingly large … And glistening with their combined fluids.

Her eyes traced up his body, to his tightly muscled, tattooed chest.

Gaw
d, yes, still so delicious …

She couldn’t deny feeling a little proud that this edgy yet handsome male and been inside her … and been satisfied by her
.  

Her eyes traveled farther up, to his
evil little goatee and pierced, sexy lips. But she didn’t want to meet his gaze. His mouth was formed into a mocking sneer, and when she peeked at his cold blue eyes, they seemed to be laughing at her. There was something else … contempt … disgust?

She felt a coldness in her chest. She suddenly felt like trash
… Like she was a bottle of beer from which he’d drunk most of the contents, and he was content to pass the dregs on to Matt to finish up.

And yet she STILL found him handsome. But so cruel now … Something in the hard lines of his face, sleek but severe, like the features of a shark.

And yet she couldn’t really regret what had just happened. Her body was still throbbing with pleasure and soreness from the fucking.

It had been like some kind of trial, a right of passage.
Something she’d had to experience, perhaps. The fact that Matt had been there--that it had happened the way it had--made her believe that somehow it had been purposeful, right.

“I’m taking her to my bedroom,” Matt told Jonnie. “You still going to watch?”