A gay story: My Bear and his BBW Pt. 02
Follow on to “My Bear and his BBW Part 1”.
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“And I’m having some fun right now,” she purred as she got up from the sofa. Naked bar her red lacy bra, Carol pointed to the rug.
“Lie down,” she commanded.
I complied immediately. I was thriving on submission. Being dominated by them. Being their sex toy. I followed her direction and laid down, my head in front of Derek’s chair. He was slowly stroking his spent cock. Watching his wife take her turn with their new plaything.
She walked over to the bookcase in the alcove and lifted the lid on a small wooden box. As she turned, I saw she was now holding a purple vibrator. A wand?
She strode over to her husband. Standing astride me, she leaned over to him, and they kissed. Her thick, naked legs astride my head.
“That was so sexy, honey. I’m so turned on!” she said to him. “I might drown him!” she giggled.
“Drown him then,” he laughed.
“Sit back and enjoy!” she replied. One final peck, and she looked down at me. With her feet on either side of my head, I looked up from the floor — past her thick thighs, her bald pussy, her large belly, and up to her enormous bosom.
“My turn on that mouth,” she said as she squatted and descended.
She paused over my head, and I got my first sense of her scent. Inches from her glistening pussy lips. Eyes fixed on mine, she used her fingers to slowly spread her lips, revealing her pink vagina. She was engorged from her recent orgasms. Then, using her index finger, she began to gently stroke her clit. Moving back the folds and slowly rubbing it. “Oooh, yes,” she groaned, continuing her strumming. Teasing me. Pleasuring herself.
She lowered her ass over my mouth as she continued to play. Her ample cheeks encasing my face.
“So,” she whispered, “you wanna lick my hot, wet, sexy pussy? Hmm? Is that what you want to do?”
I opened my mouth to gather some air, and my tongue touched her hole.
She squealed. “Oooh! You want my ass first! Mmm. You are a bad boy, aren’t you?” She groaned and started to slowly grind herself on my mouth. “Mmm, yes. Lick that ass, mmm, oh. Yes. Fuck!” she moaned as she increased her pressure.
“Told you he was good,” commented Derek.
“Oh, he is so good. Sooo good. I might ride this face for hours,” she smirked.
Unable to move, I just stuck out my tongue as Carol pressed down and gyrated her hips. She was sliding her ass across my outstretched tongue. Using it as she desired.
“Mmmmm, yes,” she purred. “Lick that juicy ass. Ohh. Ahhh. Mmm. Yeeesss!”
She continued to grind and twist. Using my tongue. Squashing my head into the soft rug.
The pattern was broken by a buzzing sound. I opened my eyes to see the purple wand. Vibrating and humming.
Carol pressed it against her clit and flung her head back. “Fuuuuck, yes!” she screamed. “Fuuck. Fuuuck!”
Her hips began to jolt. Thrusting and twitching. Juices began to splash from her pussy as the wand was pressed hard against her clit.
The jolts intensified as she rode to her orgasm. Her warm pussy juice splashed on my face as she ground the wand against her clit.
“Oh yes. Yes. Yes! Yeesss!” she wailed.
“Come all over him!” encouraged Derek, “Drown the bitch!”
“Oh yes, oh yes, shhhiiiitt!” she wailed and pulled the wand away. A huge squirt of juice showered me! Soaking my face and hair.
“Aaahhh, hahaaa!” she wailed as two more gushes drenched me. Literally soaking me in her squirt!
She quivered and trembled from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her curvaceous ass squashed on my mouth. Riding the last waves of pleasure from the wand and my tongue.
“Oh god, oh god!” she cried as she slumped back. “I think we have a keeper here.”
Taking her time, she finally raised herself up and tentatively got to her feet. Leaning forward, she kissed Derek. A long, lingering tonguing.
“Maybe you should show him the cellar?”
“The cellar? “Okay,” replied Derek.
“Come on. Let me show you something,” he said, heading towards the hallway. His huge, naked, hairy frame led the way.
I followed him out of the living room and down the hall. He opened a door on the left-hand side, underneath the staircase. His hand flicked a light switch, illuminating the stone steps down into the cellar.
White-painted stone walls led down and then turned back on themselves into a narrow corridor. I figured the cellar was underneath the living room. The short corridor opened out into a room very similarly sized to the one above.
It was warm and dimly lit. No window. A wood floor, cream-painted smooth walls, two leather sofas, and two large TVs are fixed to the walls. As I reached the centre of the room, I turned and saw the fourth wall behind me. Fuck!
Shelves stretched across the full length of the room. There are three of them. Each one is like a Sex Shop display rack! Every form of sex toy imaginable! Lines of dildos and vibrators. Every colour under the sun. Pink, silver, and purple. Shiny, matt, smooth, dimpled, and curved. All shapes and sizes. Then rows of huge cocks — some smooth, some with veins and balls. From 6 inches to 12? 14? Massive phalluses. Strap-ons with leather harnesses! Jesus! They’d bought Pulse and Cocktail!!
“Our party room,” said Derek.
“Wow! Quite a place,” I replied.
“Yep. We have some real fun down here,” said Derek, taking a seat on one of the sofas. “Sometimes it’s just us and a friend. Sometimes with some of the other couples we play with. I think we mentioned this place in our profile,” he quizzed.
I was staring open-mouthed at the sex toys as he spoke. My mind jolted back to his question. “Yeah. Yes, you did…describe some meets on your profile. Yeah”.
“What do you reckon?” asked Derek. “Fancy coming to one on Saturday?”
“Erm… I.. Ugh…” I mumbled. “I don’t know.”
Derek stood up and approached me. His huge, hairy body loomed over me. God, he was so manly!
“We’ve enjoyed having you today. I know Carol did! Jesus! She came so fucking hard!” he laughed.
He sidled up next to me, resting his hand on my shoulder. “And I have to say, you suck a mean cock.” I was thrilled!
“And I wasn’t blowing smoke,” he said in a lowered voice, “when I said your pictures don’t do this ass justice.” His huge muscular arm slid down my back before a hand squeezed my whole right cheek. “I’d love to fill it.” He whispered in my ear. “And I think you’d love taking every fucking inch of it.”
My cock twitched at the thought. At his power. The images now flooding my mind.
“Mmm. It seems I’m right,” he commented. And headed back upstairs.
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“So? What do you think?” asked Carol as I returned to the living room. She was now wrapped in a red Oriental-style silky robe. Nestled in the corner of the sofa with her wine. “Are you up for it?”
I sat down. Derek and I were still naked.
“Well. I’ve enjoyed today. You’re both amazing. And it’s been so…. easy… meeting you. Having fun, you know?”