The Bigger They Are (6 page)

She bit her lower lip and moaned. There was a yearning in her gut to feel Joe’s cock inside her, to feel it stretching her open. It was going to hurt. Hell, it hurt the first time Jimmy fucked her, when he took her virginity that night she met his Mom and Dad.

She lifted one leg and reached down for his cock. She had to bend it a bit to get it to line up with her pussy. Joe winced a little. She hoped she wasn’t hurting him too much.

She had one hand on his shoulder, and with her other hand, rubbed the head of his cock on her slit. Joe was moaning, too. It couldn’t have been hurting him that much.

The head of his cock nestled between the lips of her pussy. She held it there, to keep it from pushing up inside her too soon.

“Go slow, Lanie,” Joe said.

She nodded. That much she remembered. His hands moved down from her tits to her waist. She tensed. Was he going to force her down on his cock? But he was holding her up, not pulling her down.

She let her weight down on his cock just a tiny bit. The head split her pussy lips apart. She lowered her weight a bit more.

“Oh fuck,” she said in a whisper.

It was painful. She had both hands on his shoulders, and her mouth hung open. What was she thinking by trying to get something so big into her tiny hole?

“You like that, Lanie?” Joe said.

She could only nod. It hurt, but there was something there that felt good, also. She moved up and down very slowly on the head of his cock. It was all she had of it inside her, and it was probably as much as she would ever get.

She closed her eyes and moaned. Her pussy had stretched to accommodate the fat head, and now it was feeling so good. She lowered her head to Joe’s shoulder and moaned into his ear.

His grip on her waist eased. She dropped. A few inches of his cock went up inside her pussy. Her head came up off his shoulder and she gasped.

“Lanie? Are you all right?” Joe said.

She looked down into his eyes.

“I think it’s in. I think you’re fucking me now,” she said.

“How does it feel?”

She had stopped moving. She wiggled her hips carefully side to side and looked at him with a big smile on her face.

“It feels good. Oh my God, Joe. It feels fantastic.” She pushed herself up and let herself come down on it again, and sucked in her breath. “Fucking Jimmy never felt like this.”

She moved her ass up and down, very slowly. Joe was not holding her by her waist, but was squeezing and sucking her tits. She pushed herself up and down with her knees.

Her eyes rolled back and her head dropped to his shoulder again. It was as good as she imagined. The feeling of being filled by so much hot, hard cock was worth the discomfort of being stretched open.

Joe was breathing hard. She must have been doing something right. The discomfort passed, and she had the intense pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of her. She pushed herself up and down a little faster. The more she fucked herself on his cock, the easier it got.

“I think I can do this,” she said with a deep groan.

She just went slow, like he said. There was no need to go fast. He was still going to make her cum.

“You’re doing just fine, Lanie. I’m gonna cum now,” Joe said.

“Oh yes, Joe. Please. Give it to me.”

Her voice was a whimper. She pumped her ass faster. His cock slipped deeper into her cunt.

The first blast of cum in her belly made her scream. Her body jerked and spasmed, and she tried to bury her face in his shoulder to muffle her cries. Joe wrapped his arms around her, like he was trying to keep her from falling off.

He was thrusting up with his hips each time his cock pulsed and flooded her womb with more cum. She yelped. There was no way to tell how much of that fat thing she had in her pussy. It didn’t matter. She was too busy cumming.

His thrusting stopped and he lay limp on the sofa beneath her, panting. He had one hand on her back, stroking her ass. She was still twitching and moaning, and rocking herself up and down on his cock. It was much deeper inside her, that much she could tell. She never would have believed that anything so long and thick could have gone so deep inside her.

She kissed the side of his neck.

“Thanks for the great fuck,” she said.

“Sure thing, dear.”

He turned his head and kissed her deep, with his tongue pushed into her mouth. His cum was still flowing into her belly. Its soothing warmth spread through her whole body.

She leaned back and pressed in on her belly, just below her bellybutton. Deep inside was the hard lump of his cock.

“Goddamn, Joe. How much of your cock do I got inside me?” she said.

“Almost all of it. I knew you could do it,” he said.

His cock was going soft. Lanie lifted her leg and rolled off him to the sofa beside him. His long cock slipped out of her hole with a slurp, and she groaned. The sudden empty feeling was depressing.

Joe stood up and pulled up his boxers.

“I gotta tell ya, Lanie. That was the best time I’ve had in a long time,” he said.

“Thanks,” she said.

She sat back with her legs apart. His heavy load of cum was dripping from her pussy lips. With his cock arranged in his boxer shorts, Joe bent down and kissed Lanie’s forehead.

“When we get back home we’ll talk about this with Mom, see if she wants to ... add you to the rotation. Good night, dear,” he said, and headed back to the bedroom.

Lanie waited to hear the door click shut, and let out a sigh. She had a big smile on her face that would not go away. Joe’s cum continued to drip from her pussy. She touched her fingers to her pussy lips to wipe up a drop, and licked it off her finger. She was going to enjoy this new arrangement.

* * * *

Jimmy was able to join them for breakfast. They all went back to Rick’s, where a big breakfast buffet was set out with fruit and pancakes and waffles, and anything else anyone could want for breakfast.

Jimmy wasn’t moving very well, but he was able to make it to the table on the back deck of the cafe, where the morning sun was bright, and a cool, comfortable breeze blew in from the Gulf.

Lanie made sure Jimmy was settled at the table with a glass of orange juice, and headed to the buffet, where Mom and Joe were fixing their plates for breakfast.

Lanie walked stiffly. Deep in her belly was an ache to remind her of the ride she had taken late last night. She looked at Joe to catch his eye and give him a smile like they shared a secret, but he was busy covering his pancakes with syrup.

Instead, Mom looked at her as she approached the buffet. Her eyes narrowed.

“Honey? What’s wrong?” she said.

Lanie shrugged. “It’s just my ... back. I must have slept wrong.”

Mom looked at her funny. Lanie smiled. Mom looked over at Joe, then back at her, and a big grin spread across her face.

“Oh my dear Lanie. Welcome to the family,” she said, and wrapped her arms around her in a big hug.

The Frat Party

It was almost ten o’clock at night. Allie Miller took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, and looked at the alarm clock on the stand by her bed. Was that right? Had she been studying for seven hours? She needed a break.

She padded across the small dorm room in her fluffy pink bunny slippers to the small refrigerator and got a cold bottle of water. She twisted the top off and took a drink. She went back to the arm chair in front of her bed, past Erin’s bed. Her roommate had been out all day. Where could she have to go if she wasn’t going to classes? And her bed was trashed. Was she ever going to make her bed?

Allie sat down again in the chair with her text book and her notes, and put her feet up on the table. She couldn’t worry about Erin. She had a mock debate coming up on Monday, and was determined to do well on it.

She looked at the blank wall by the door, and smiled. She wanted to do well for Professor Morris because he was so smart, and, well, so cute. All her life, she had assumed that college professors were all old and gray haired and frumpy. She never imagined they could be ... sexy.

She yawned. It was getting late. She was already in her sweat pants and t-shirt that said Michigan State University on the front. It was time for bed. Erin could stay out all night if she wanted, and get in trouble with her grades. She was going to get some rest. There would be time for more studying tomorrow.

She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she came out, Erin was standing by her bed, tossing through her clothes.

“Erin. I didn’t hear you come in,” Allie said.

Erin looked up briefly.

“Hey Allie. Have you seen my purple shirt?”

“No, I haven’t,” Allie said, and shook her head.

She picked up her textbook and closed it, watching her roommate out of the corner of her eye. Erin was a different story. She really wanted to like her roommate, but they were so dissimilar. She was wearing tight, low jeans, and her purple shirt really showed her cleavage. But then, she went to public school, instead of being homeschooled. She was sure that was why she was so wild and out of control.

“There it is,” Erin said.

She bent down beside her bed and snatched up her purple blouse from the pile of clothes collected around her bed like moss. As if she was alone in the room, she pulled off her tight green t-shirt and put on the purple blouse.

It was cut low, and showed Erin’s cleavage. With her hands, she adjusted her boobs under the shirt so they showed even more.

Allie tried not to stare. Her roommate was so skinny, and had a perfect body. Her breasts were the perfect size, not oversized like her own. She wasn’t heavy, just a few pounds overweight. But her boobs were just too big.

“What are you doing, Allie?” Erin said.

She sat down on the corner of her bed to touch up her lip gloss.

“I don’t know. I was thinking about going to bed.”

Erin turned to her with her mouth hanging open.

“Go to bed? You’re kidding me, right?”

“No, I’m not. It’s late,” Allie said, and picked up her notebook and pen.

Erin laughed.

“It’s not late. Hell, it’s only ten o’clock.”

“Where are you going?” Allie said.

“I’m going to a frat party. With guys. Come on. Why don’t you come with me?”

“I don’t know. I really should get to bed,” Allie said.

“You’ve never been to a party with guys, have you?” Erin said.

Allie hesitated, and looked away.

“Not really.”

“I can tell. Look. Why don’t you just come with me? Let yourself go for once. Have some fun,” Erin said.

Allie crossed her arms over her chest. There would be people there. Could she go to a strange place where people would see her?

“I don’t know,” she said.

Erin shrugged and stood up.

“Ok. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

“Wait. I’ll go,” Allie said.

She pushed her glasses up on her nose. Erin smiled.

“Cool. Get changed. Put on something hot,” she said.

“I don’t think I have anything ... hot,” Allie said.

Erin paused and looked at the moat of clothes around her bed. She scooped up a blouse and held it out.

“Here. Wear this,” she said.

Allie took it and held it up to her chest.

“I can’t wear this. It shows too much.”

Erin grinned and nodded.

“That’s the point, girl. And you got a lot to show.”

Allie turned her back to Erin to change into the shirt. Nothing made her more self-conscious than to know that someone was looking at her breasts.

It was a long walk to the party. They walked clear across campus, past all the other frat houses, and it was a chilly October night. The borrowed shirt had a deep V down the front that revealed much more of her breasts than she was comfortable with. Mom would never approve. She wished she had at least worn a jacket or a sweater. Now her nipples were hard, and she would have to keep her arms crossed all night so guys wouldn’t stare at her chest. That was so embarrassing.

The frat house was packed with people and it was difficult to move trough the crowd. Allie stayed close to Erin. It was too easy to get lost in there, and she didn’t know anyone.

There was a pounding music that shook the whole house. Allie could feel the vibration in her feet. As soon as they were in the front door, someone handed each of them a beer in a red plastic cup. She looked at the beer. She was still only eighteen. Could she get in trouble for drinking?

But it didn’t seem to bother Erin. She was only a year older than her, and she was taking a big drink from her cup. Allie shrugged and took a sip. It was bitter and made her shiver. If it was good enough for Erin, though, it was good enough for her.

They stood together off to the side of the main room, sipping the beer in their red cups. All around them were cute guys, some tall, some short, some with dark hair, some with light hair. Erin had a big grin on her face. She leaned close to speak into Allie’s ear, over the noise of the music.

“Isn’t this cool?” Erin said.

Allie nodded. There were so many guys. Why had she never done this sooner?

Erin looked into her red plastic cup.

“Let’s get some more beer,” she shouted into Allie’s ear.

Allie nodded again. She still had about half of her beer left. She drank it down quickly and followed Erin through the crowd.

They found a guy in another room with a keg. He refilled their cups, and Allie tried to get his attention to thank him, but the music was too loud, and he was too busy refilling other people’s red plastic cups. She moved on with Erin.

They found a stairway to the basement, where people were going up and down. The music was louder there.

“Let’s go down there,” Erin said.

They pushed their way through the people to get down the stairs. It was dark in the basement, and even more packed with people. Against the back wall of the basement was a real bar, where people were jammed in, getting drinks. At the other end of the basement was a small stage, where a real band was cranking out very loud music.