She was a big girl; well, she should be. Her chatroom handle gave it away really, bbwlover, bit of a clue. We met, if that is the right word in an “adult” chatroom, though the ribald comments being passed around weren’t very adult at all.
She told me she had a 42E bust, and I told her I had a nine inch dick. I was lying. She wasn’t. We’d been chatting for several days, and exchanged photos. Nude photos, carefully edited so my face wasn’t visible. You can do a lot with photoshop these days, even if you are an amateur. I was concerned, she’d call it all off, when she saw how I was truly built, but she didn’t, and even went on to say that her husband would be interested in meeting me.
I jumped at the chance, even though I hadn’t known she was in a couple. Still, if they wanted to play as a couple, then who was I to turn down a threesome.
I got to their house just as it was getting dark, and her husband met me at the corner of their street. It was a small street, tucked away, and I could easily have missed it, even with GPS in the car. He was thin, and of medium height. He looked to be the same height as his wife, from the photos, and she probably outweighed him by a hundred pounds, at least.
I parked where he indicated and walked with him to their front door. We hadn’t said a word, just nodded recognition at each other. She opened the door to us, and I took off my top coat. He hung it up, and we finally got down to real introductions. My chatroom name is Bri101, and I introduced myself properly as James. BBWLOVER turned out to be Trisha, and her husband Colin. Colin gave me a good hug and said he was really happy to meet me, and Trisha wrapped her arms round my neck and gave me a deep throat kiss. No messing about with these two I thought.
Trisha had dark hair and eyes, and wore no makeup at all. She was maybe late twenties. Colin was about the same age, and clean shaven. Whatever colour his hair was, I didn’t know. His head was as clean shaven as his chin.
We settled onto high stools in the kitchen and had, of all things, a cup of tea. Chatting, in a get to know you kind of way, but under the counter top, I felt a hand stroke my thigh. Might have been hers, but probably was his. The hand didn’t stop until it got to my groin, and then it stroked up and down over my dick, which grew beneath the material of my jeans. We got close together and I had one hand on Trisha’s back, caressing her, and not feeling a bra strap under her top.
Colin put down his tea-mug, and crossed to the French windows. “Smoke”, he said “She doesn’t like it in the house” and vanished into the dark garden. Trisha and I stood up and watched him go. We were close, and she turned to me. Without a word, she pulled my head down to hers and kissed me. Hard. No messing about. I responded eagerly. This girl needed no foreplay, I decided, and got my hands on her backside, kneading the plentiful flesh through the thin cotton of her dress.
Colin was back soon enough and pushed us into the bedroom. Handy to have one on the ground floor. Trisha and I hardly came up for breath as we were manhandled into the room, and I could feel four hands undoing my buttons and belt. My own hands were unfastening any clasps and buttons I could find, blindly. We broke apart, and Colin launched a ferocious kiss at Trisha as I stripped off my footwear and stepped out of the jeans that had slipped to the floor. As I did so, I could see that Colin was already in bare feet, and his pants were sliding southwards. I could see that it wasn’t just his head and chin that were clean shaven. And seconds later, I saw that Trish, too, was a shaving fan. I felt like a savage with my natural hair.
As soon as I was naked, I rejoined them, pulling Trisha’s top over her head. Her very ample breasts bounced free, and Colin got his mouth on a nipple in zero time. I was kissing Trish, and kneading the other breast. It was heavy in my hand, soft, flesh overflowing. Colin stood up and Trish pushed him backwards onto the bed. She climbed over him, I thought she’d crush him but she knelt, legs either side of him, and bent down to smother him. His cock rose up, eight inches, clear between her fleshy thighs, and I couldn’t resist.
I got down between her legs, nuzzling her twat from behind, breathing in her heady aroma; and right there was Colin’s dick, hard, inviting. I took hold of it in one hand, and popped it into my mouth, giving it a slow deep suck. I heard his groan from way above my head, and when my fingers dipped into her wet pussy, inches from my face, her voice joined his in breathless moaning.
She rolled off, onto her back, and he knelt between her legs. She moved quickly, for one so large, and her flesh wobbled seductively as she almost kicked me aside. He got his own fingers into her, and I sidled up to her head, offering my own rock like dick to her mouth. She sucked me inside her and began the tongue work of an expert. Colin worked three fingers in and around her pussy, rubbing her clit. I could hear faint squelching sounds, and could see his fingers glistening with her juices.
I had to pull my dick from her expert mouth, before it got too late and I came. She looked up at me and smiled, and gently stoked my cock, teasing the tip with little daps from her tongue to keep me hard. I had hands on her breasts, tweaking the deep brown nipples into pebbles. Her eyes half closed, and suddenly she opened her mouth to give a deep moan. I looked to see Colin sinking his dick into her pussy, slowly filling her, and all while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
He started slow strokes, in and out, I could see his shaft shining with pussy juices. His breathing started to become shallow as he picked up the pace, and her legs opened wider, as if of their own accord. She was breathing heavily; her eyes closed, and had one hand gripping my dick. She no longer stroked it, concentrating on Colin’s stiffness pistoning inside her. And with a sudden shudder and deep groan, he pushed as far into her as he could. His skin coloured deep red, and I knew he was pumping his cum as far inside her pussy as he could. Then, just as suddenly, he was finished; his dick lost its rigidity and flopped out of her.
In a flash, I slid over her fleshy thighs, pushing him to one side, and placed the head of my cock between her pussy lips. Without ceremony, I pushed into her, and met no resistance, sinking the entire length of my dick into a warm velvety wetness. It was the first time I had ever enjoyed sloppy seconds, and I did enjoy it. The feel of her warm pussy, wet with the combined juices of him and her, slimily caressing my tool, made me harder than I had ever been. I pumped into her, resting on my elbows, my chest crushing those glorious tits. We kissed, and I looked across at where Colin sat, his dick limp in his hand, and a big smile on his face.
All too soon, I felt it building up in me, and I breathed in her ear, “I’m coming. I can’t hold back.” I heard Colin in the distance, “Let it go”, he said. And I did. With three or four judders I emptied my balls as deep in her as Colin had emptied his. I had my eyes screwed shut, and it seemed like several minutes since I had breathed, and when I could catch a breath and look, I saw Colin had moved to lie next to Trisha, and both were smiling at me.
“That was terrific.” I said in gasps, as I slipped from her pussy. She just giggled and cupped her hand between her legs to catch all the goo that was leaking from her.
Colin looked at me. My dick had lost its stiffness, but was still fairly firm. “I’m quite jealous,” he commented. And then “We should do this again.”
So, after a time to get our energies back, we did.
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