Worlds of BBW Erotic Romance - Box Set (7 page)

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Ed watched in the faint orange light as the beautiful, curvy girl turned her back to him for a moment, in the process of removing her shift, tugging it hard and pulling at the material until it finally pulled above her full hips, revealing her magnificent backside.

My God, what an arse.

It was big and
fleshy, but without any sagging. Pale, like the rest of her skin… and he thought he could see scattered freckles. The cheeks were just slightly larger than might be expected for her frame …

Because her hips really flare out
, Ed realized.

Wide hips—her body had an exaggerated feminity, it was
in her bone structure. She had what some of the old farmers would jokingly call “breeding hips.”

The curvy, pale arse
was just a few feet away from him. In the sunset glow could see a few of the tiny, fine, nearly invisible feminine hairs on the bum cheeks …

He wanted to kiss it and bite it.

Julia turned away, though, once again leaving him hungry and longing…

That hunger was all he could think about… wanting to pleasure and be pleasured by his beautiful, curvy Julia, to be close to her, love her while he could.

She got off the bed now and stood, lifting the shift over her head… Edwin watched numbly as she lifted it off and flung it aside.  Then, she shook her mane of flaming hair and stood proudly before them, her now-bare breasts jutting out, hand on hers hips, showing off the freckled pillows of lovely flesh.

Julia
had big, beautiful breasts. They sloped down on the upside and from the underside they curved up to hard, thick, nipples which poked out jauntily. Her aureolas were oval and rather large. The nipples and aureolae both were a pale, coral pink. 

He wanted to r
each over and tweak those pink nipples, wanted to suckle them as badly as a starving new-born babe might. His cock was now tenting the material of his own shift in a ridiculous fashion.

Then, she was reaching for him… H
er soft hands guiding his fingers to her nipples. He pinched and kneaded them, and she yelped with delight…

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Julia had surprised herself with her own boldness, her willingness to disrobe so quickly in front of Edwin… How quickly she had surrendered to her own sensual needs, guiding his strong hands to her eager breasts!

But now, Edwin took control, gently guiding her back on the bed, pushing her shoulders down insistently so that she was on her back and he was above her. It was only the work of a second for him to remove his own shift, which he threw absently aside, revealing his tautly muscled chest and powerful arms.

She thought then that the big “moment” was coming now, he would swiftly be inside of her, giving in to his impatient male need for coupling… Just as Richard had.

But no, he was still using his hands, touching her. His hands traced the lines of her cheek and jaw, then down to the slope and underside of one breast…Down further to stroke the curve of her soft and rounded belly, then below that to where her hips dramatically flared out.

His fingers left tingling electric trails wherever they ran, exciting her every nerve, and making her shiver with anticipation. He kissed her again, his lips pressing so hard against hers, it was as if he would devour her.

And then, one of those strong hands was prying its way between her plush thighs. She opened her legs for him, and soon that same hand was playing at the lips of her womanhood, kneading the mound gently, then tickling around the opening.

One industrious finger slid inside her, finding the achingly damp interior of her, and she gasped: “Uhhh!”

He pulled back for a moment, those deep, dark eyes of his gazing into hers. He tilted his head, giving her a questioning look… Was he concerned, anxious?

“I don’t mean…” he said. “It’s rude to ask, but perhaps it’s better if I know if… Well, umm… Have you ever…?”

Oh no,
she thought. She knew what he was getting at. Her first impulse was to tell the truth. But would he be disappointed?

“Just once,” she whispered. “It wasn’t good, Edwin. Not like with you. He was hurtful and he was…” She remembered her late mother’s words and continued, “He was a boor. I wish I had saved myself for you.”

He gave her reassuring smile. “No, I wasn’t… I just didn’t want to hurt you if you still had your maidenhead. I’ve heard it can be painful, and I’m… I’ve been told mine’s big, besides.”

“It’s all right,” she said. “Just go slow, I do want this.”

She felt his manhood poking against her thigh. She realized she’d been anxious to look at it, maybe still feeling a bit threatened by the sheer size of the maleness she’d only felt against her earlier… But now she forced herself to study it.

The in the shadowy sunset glow it looked like some unearthly creature, the long, circumcised prick with its smooth, thick shaft… It had to be at least eight inches long. The head was plum shaped and wider than the rest. There was no doubt as to the brute masculinity of it.

It did frighten her, just a little… And yet desire was swiftly overcoming that fear. Truthfully, she wanted that prick inside if her so badly, it was as if her cunny was starving for it.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me,” he told her.

He worked a second deft figure inside of her now, and as he wriggled it there, he bent down to lick one of her nipples, then to suckle it eagerly. His tongue lashed around the sensitive bud as his sucking lips caressed her aureola. Then, he bit the nipple gently, making her gasp.

He pulled away and looked at her, smiling. “I just had to do that. Your breasts are so gorgeous. I mean… ALL of you is so gorgeous.”

She didn’t know what to say, but she was smiling from ear to ear. She felt warm from head to toe now. It was partially lust, the excitement of being in his presence. There was also a burning pride that this man, her stormy knight, had become so enraptured of her.

He moved to the other breast now, sucking the nipple while his fingers continued to play at her sex down below.

And then… his head was sliding down. She giggled slightly, tickled by the scratchiness of his beard on her belly. He went slower, and she felt his trail of kisses below her navel, on her thigh and then…

Oh my.

Was he
really
going down there, with his mouth?

Of course, she’d heard whispers from some of the servant girls. They’d said some… talented… gentlemen were known to do that to ladies, and the feeling of their kisses on that most private spot was heavenly ecstasy. But she’d never thought she would experience that herself.

But that did indeed appear to be Edwin’s intent.

He planted a kiss on the soft patch of hair above her mound, then stopped a moment and looked up at her.

“It’s not just the light, is it?” he asked. “It’s the color of fire down there… The soft hair between your legs. As fiery as the hair on your head.”

“Yes,” she said. “It’s… orange… there, too.” And suddenly she felt embarrassed. Was this a flaw that would disturb him?

“I never imagined a girl could be that color, down there,” he explained.

“I know it’s odd,” she whispered.

“No,” he told her. “It’s… delightful.” Then he laughed. “Rutting hell… ‘delightful’ … I never used that word before in my life. I swear, Julia, you make me feel like a different man. A better one, maybe.”

“Thank you,” she whispered back. “I… Ohhhh!”

Her words were cut off when spasms of pleasure shot through her body. He was kissing her lips down there, now licking slowly up and down her slit.

Soon, he found her most sensitive little nubbin and licked and sucked it gently, while his persistent fingers worked inside her moist, hot opening.

“I can’t believe you’re kissing me down there,” she gasped. “I never thought something could feel so… Ohhhh…”

As his tongue lashed rhythmically on her most private and sensitive area, his fingers probing deeper—

—the spasms overtook her.

The tight pressure between her legs built and built, along with the heat and the electric tingling which suddenly—

Exploded.

“Oh my God…!” she gasped, unable to avoid taking the Lord’s name in vain.

Waves of heated pleasure washed over her body. She trembled and shook as she could feel the inside of her cunny contracting, squeezing Edwin’s fingers.

Another contraction brought an overwhelming wave of ecstasy. She arched her back and clamped her thighs around his head, bucking so that her cunny was pressed hard against his suckling mouth.

He massaged her thighs until she came down from the pleasure, unclamping the vice-grip of her thighs around his head as her body relaxed.

She heard him gasping for air.
“Oh Edwin!” she exclaimed. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to squeeze you that hard!”

He laughed. “Now I know what the walnut in the nutcracker’s mouth feels like,” he said.

“Sorry!” she apologized.

“No, pretty,” he said, sliding up to kiss her check. “That was a poor joke. It was just… wonderful. And the taste was the sweetest nectar I could ever imagine.”

It
had
been wonderful.
And yet… she wasn’t satisfied.

Even as the spasms of her climax subsided, she could still feel that urgent heat inside of her cunny, throbbing in the nubbin of her clitty.

She
needed
to give herself fully to him, to have him inside of her.

He needed to be satisfied… And nothing else would fully satisfy her, she knew.

It seemed as though Edwin had the same idea.

“I did what I could to make you ready for me,” he said. “But I… uhh… think you enjoyed it?”

She nodded. “Please, Edwin… I need you in me. Just go slow, but don’t be afraid of hurting me.”

He kissed her deeply again, then propped himself up on one arm, reaching down to guide his prick to the eager opening of her womanhood. She felt the pressure of the spongy cock-head upon her nether lips, gentle at first, but persistent…

“Oh God,” he moaned. “That’s so soft, so warm… Unnh!”

He groaned as he sank in. One inch of the cock was inside of her, then two…

There was a moment of discomfort. He was thick and his manhood was opening her wider than she’d ever been opened before.

He must have seen her flinch because he stopped pushing into her, and raised one hand to stroke her forehead.

Then, the flicker of pain subsided… and was replaced with sheer desire.

“More,” she begged him. “I’m all right now.”

With a grunt, he eased in further, several more inches of his maleness now nestled inside the most feminine, receptive part of her body. She felt him going deep, and the pleasure was enhanced by the thick shaft stroking her clitty as the long prick slid in.

And then she was filled, completely… He had sunk in all the way.

She heard him gasp in disbelief.

“What… is it?” she panted.

“It’s in… all the way,” he said. “I’ve never… Never been so easy before. You were so tight, and still it went in so smoothly…”

Because I wanted it so badly,
Julia thought.
I wanted to fit him like a glove… And I do, dear God, I do…

“I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to be joined with you,” she told him.

She wanted this moment to last forever. Time seemed to slow, so that she could savor every detail.

He raised himself up over her. In the faint light, she could still see the lines of the muscles in his arms and chest working as he did so.

There was an aching feeling of emptiness for a moment as he slid out of her… And then, he was sliding in again in a single fluid motion.

There was no pain now… Only pleasure, radiating from her cunny out to her entire body, from her achingly hard nipples, to her fingers, ears, and toes.

Edwin pulled out, raising himself up for another delicious plunge. He bore most of the weight on his own arms, being careful not to lay heavily upon her as Richard had.

She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the hardness of the corded muscle in his back, then sliding down to squeeze the tight flesh of his buttocks, feeling the muscles there flexing as they drove his prick into her.

Her touch seemed to drive him wild. He plunged in faster now, pistoning in and out, building to a vigorous rhythm.

Julia was lost to the sensations, sweating and moaning wantonly… And she didn’t care. If Reverend Mott had returned to the room that second, she didn’t think she’d want Edwin to stop loving her like this… It was exquisite, and nothing else seemed to matter.

All the while, Edwin’s adoring dark eyes were locked on her face. It was as if it were as important to him to savor her facial expressions as it was for his cock to savor the pleasures down below.

Still the tempo of his thrusting increased, as he plunged on and on. He was fully sheathed inside her now with every thrust, going as deep as he could.