Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (19 page)

The slit at the end of it oozed a drop of heavy, pearly man-nectar, like some venom-dripping serpent ready to strike.

As he pulled the jeans down his legs and kicked them off, along with his boots, the shaft bobbed slightly and the heavy balls underneath bounced in their low-hanging, lightly-furred sacs.

Heather’s pussy was on fire—liquid fire, she was incredibly wet and she could swear that she could feel her juices soaking through her cotton panties, damp on her inner thighs and running down into the crack of her butt…

But she wanted—NEEDED—for him to rip her clothes off.  

Gearon seemed to understand.  “I do think BOTH of us are required to get more comfortable, yes?” he said.

He gave Heather an almost fatherly pat on the cheek…

Then grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and yanked up.

Numbed, Heather didn’t resist as the alien Lord tugged the light cotton garment up over her arms, pulled it off, and cast it casually aside.

Next, he reached down, seeking to remove her already unclasped bra. His power chest was close over her, and her nose was filled with the heady cinnamon and slightly sweet man-sweat scent of him. 

Finally, Gearon hauled the heavy bra up over her arms, tossing it aside. Now, Heather’s full breasts were exposed, the big pink-brown nipples stubbornly erect.

Betraying her
lust.

I can’t deny it,
she thought. The air inside the ship was warm, but her nipples were rock-hard and tight and aching with need. Her mind was going in fifteen directions at once, but her body was, quite simply,
highly
aroused.

Gearon pulled off Heather’s tennies and ankle socks. Next came the jeans, which the alien hunk unzipped effortlessly and slid down Heather’s trembling legs. Then they were slipping over her bare feet, and off, gone…

Now, aside from her Hello Kitty watch… which he hadn’t bothered with… All that remained on Heather’s body was the snug pair of pink cotton bikini panties that offered her last bit of modesty.

Gearon reached for the panties… But suddenly stopped, shook his head, and withdrew his hand.

“No, prettiness,” he said. “Not with hands. There are other ways, I am thinking?”

Gearon got on his knees at the edge of the couch.

Heather was trembling with delicious anticipation as he leaned forward…

But, instead of removing her panties or touching her crotch, he went much lower than she’d expected. He took her right ankle in his hand, lightly kissing her foot, and then licking between her toes.

She giggled. Was this some kind of Mekron foot fetish thing? She’d never had a guy do anything like this to her before… the sensation was novel, and turning her on even more than she’d already been, if that was even possible.

He nibbled gently on her big toe, and then sucked it into his mouth.

“Ohh,” she exclaimed, truly surprised at the sensation.

The combination of warmth and wetness, the pressure of the suction, and the delightful sponginess of his tongue… It was weirdly erotic, and suddenly she thought that maybe she understood a little bit more as to why guys liked blowjobs so much.

Only, in her case, she was getting a “toejob”…
Ha.

Normally, she would have been so self-conscious, she would never have been able to enjoy something like this. At least, not without thoroughly showering first. After all, her feet had gotten quite a workout inside those bunny socks today before they’d ended up in Gearon’s mouth.

But her Mekron Lord’s confidence--and the primitive eroticism in his touch and his animalistic licks and nibbles--had somehow dissolved her inhibitions.   

His mouth made its way up her lower leg, leaving a trail of damp, fluttering kisses. Then, the tip of his tongue tickled around her knee. His warm, half-open lips trailed up her thigh… towards their inevitable destination.

Part of her wanted to grab his gorgeous blue hair and pull his face to her soaking core right now… unable to take the teasing any longer.

She looked straight up and saw herself in the mirrored ceiling. The crotch of her panties was soaked, darkened, the puffy lips of her pussy clearly outlined under the soddened cotton. She didn’t think she’d ever been this aroused…

She looked down again, and Gearon had his face between her thighs, his eyes closed… His nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent, and then he smiled, opened those striking violet eyes, and exhaled. She felt his warm breath on her womanhood through the damp fabric of her undies, tantalizing and tickling her.

Please oh God
, she thought, enough teasing! I need his mouth where it counts…

And then he was there.
His mouth was on her panty-covered pussy. He ran his tongue back and forth over this area, using the soft fabric to caress the delicate regions hidden beneath. His hot mouth nibbled tenderly across her sensitive mound.

“Such sweet essence to savor, yes? Umm…” he whispered. Each faint lick made her squirm with electric delight… And she knew he was tasting the moisture that was soaking through the cotton fabric from her excited pussy.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

She
needed
his warm tongue on her most sensitive flesh, damn the panties, she’d just have to take them off herself if he didn’t—

But Gearon sensed her readiness, and he carefully took the elastic waistband of her delicate panties between his teeth and began to gently tug. The elastic stretched easily as deft fingers joined his mouth in slipping the undies down over her full hips. Without his even asking, she shifted her curvaceous bottom up from the couch to ease the path of the panties as they slid onto her trembling legs before lowering towards her feet.

Gearon yanked them off and tossed them aside.

Now, for the first time, she was fully exposed to him.

In the past, her first time being naked with a new guy usually made her into a quivering bundle of nerves.

But not with Gearon. Instead of feeling shy or self-conscious about her body and her weight… It felt so
right.
Freeing, and exciting.

He’s e
xciting, he’s gorgeous, I’m turned on as all hell… But yet I feel so damn COMFORTABLE with him. I did from the start, really. That’s never happened before.

Gingerly, her Space Lord lifted her legs and carefully draped them over his shoulders, prying open both her thighs and her sex. As he leaned in for a closer look, his eyes caught hers looking down at the trimmed patch of dark hair between her legs in sweet anticipation of what he was about to do.

Gearon met her gaze, licked his lips mischievously… And dove in headfirst. He licked wetly along the very edge of her puffy outer lips, up and down, right side and left… Then, venturing further inward, he laved gently up and down her silken inner labia. Not opening them; he just tongued them and occasionally gave each one a very tender little nibble.

You teasing bastard!,
Heather thought. Her crotch was on fire, she could feel her clit pulsing with need… Her poor, neglected little clitty…

She writhed in her need, rocking her hips…

And she thought she could hear Gearon
laugh
faintly, and feel it, too, his warm breath on her clit as he chuckled at his own ability to tease her.

His tongue-tip circled around her clit now, dancing gently around it…

And his long, wavy, pretty blue hair was right there. She’d wanted to touch it all day, now she wanted to
grab
it…

With a grunt she sat up, clasped her fingers in his cobalt locks and pulled his face as hard as she could to her pussy while she flexed her butt muscles and did everything else she could to grind her cooch tightly into his face.

She was shocked by her own lust and boldness…

But Gearon’s strong hands slid under her butt without missing a beat, as if he’d wanted her to do this, intended for this to happen all along.

And he buried his tongue deep inside her for a moment, really
eating
her
and tasting her, then slurping greedily at her outer lips. He was rough, she could even feel his stubble rubbing on her delicate parts… But she liked it.

The other men Heather had been with performed oral on her as if it was a duty, hoping to “warm her up” or maybe get a BJ in return, not really getting into it. But not Gearon… He acted as if he was a connoisseur of cunnilingus, and her pussy was a gourmet meal for him.

It was just what she needed.

Well,
almost
just what she needed…

The real ecstasy came when he clamped his lips tightly over her pulsating clit, somehow sucking hard while at the same time giving her nub a delicate licking with the very tip of his tongue.

Every muscle in her abdominal region seemed to clench along with her pussy… as he pushed her to the edge of the climax that had been building all this time deep within her heated womanhood.

And then it happened.

She lost control…

Her hands gripped the back of his head to draw his face even harder against her heaving pussy, while her legs were wrapped around his neck to hold him in place.

She could feel spasms rippling deep through her belly--until her vaginal muscles squeezed in a series of incredibly pleasurable contractions.

“I’m cumming!” she yelled. “Whoa, I’m really… Oh that’s strong, Gearon I lov… Urrggh!!!!”

And still, Gearon’s lips and tongue were gliding inside her cleft, tasting the sweetness of her climax and prolonging it with his expert oral ministrations.

Overwhelmed with the sensations, Heather closed her eyes. She felt light-headed--but in a most delicious way--as warm tingling spasms shot from her pussy to radiate pleasure to her entire body.

So nice, so good. Gearon right there…

His hair in her grasp, silky and soft.

Such awesome hair, she thought as she drifted through the final moments of her climax. God, I love this guy--but I envy his hair! I wonder if Mekrons have advanced salon technology… Hey, if it has to be BLUE hair? I could live with that.

Finally, as her orgasmic spasms died down, she let Gearon’s hair go and relaxed, resting for a moment.

When she finally opened her eyes, Gearon was staring adoringly up at her from between her legs, smiling widely, his face glistening with her own juices.

He stood and bent to kiss her. Caught in the moment, she didn’t pull away… Even though his face was a mess from her own wetness. He kissed her deeply, and she tasted herself on him, a bit of sweet muskiness.

The messy kiss was so willfully naughty that it made her giddy, and she giggled.

And dammit, her pussy was
already
starting to tingle with need for more stimulation…

More Gearon.

Her Mekron Lord was licking his lips, standing now, smiling down at her.

“Dearest Heather… Such nectar exceeds the taste of the sweetfruits of Frexia,” he told her. “Your womanly folds pout like a shy flower, but I think I can coax them open, yes?”

And he took a step forward, glancing down meaningfully at his cock, and then back to her pussy.

Dear God, that cock.

That HUGE cock!

It aroused her and frightened her at the same time. The length wasn’t the scariest part. It was just so WIDE. Almost as wide as her wrist…

But still, the thought of that monster sliding up inside her sent another shiver through her, and she could feel a fresh trickle of lubrication leaking from her sex to drip down her inner thigh.

She remembered reading in an old
Cosmo
or somewhere that if a guy’s cock was really big and made you nervous, that you should be on top, take charge, maintain control of the depth of the penetration.

Somehow she didn’t think Gearon would be up for that…

I’ve always felt so self-conscious and weird trying to “ride cowgirl,”anyway, she thought. And hell, I WANT him to be in control.

She wouldn’t mind a
little
roughness. His animal lust was intoxicating, so thick she could almost taste and smell it… and she
liked
that.

But he was SO big. She just hoped he might be a little gentle with her at first.

Perhaps if she got more acquainted with the organ in question, up close… And returned the favor of his oral services…

Now THAT was an idea. At least several Earth guys she’d dated had told her she was pretty damn good in the BJ department.

“Sit down, my Lord,” she told him, as she rose from the couch. “Just for a minute. Please?”

She licked her lips to indicate to him what she wanted, and Gearon nodded, seeming to understand.

He sat down and spread his legs apart… between the powerful thighs, his monster phallus jerked as the hot blood flowed through it.

Heather took her place in front of the couch, kneeling, the strange flooring material cushioning her knees.