"Hey bud, need a beer?"
"Um, sure, thanks,"
"LINDA, MAKE THAT TWO!"
My workmate Josh shouted up to his girlfriend from the deck. He had scored his Uncle's cottage for a weekend, and had invited me and another guy up with him. I had just started at the company a month prior, and we had gone out for lunch a handful of times, drinks once or twice- they were very welcoming to me, although a bit too alpha-male at times. I remembered after Josh had asked me, and I said yes - he turned and said; "Bring your girlfriend too, our girls are coming up - wouldn't want you to feel like a third wheel," So there we were, six twenty-somethings in the wilderness with a gorgeous split level cottage, a ton of booze and sunshine.
I could tell though, that when my girlfriend Dot and I first arrived, the guys seemed a bit surprised to see the two of us together.
You see, everyone always thought us mismatched. Sure, we were both 5'10", but physically that's where our similarities ended. I was a dark haired ginger, slender to the point of femininity. A youthful face and form that belied my 29 year old existence, and pale skin with only a smattering of freckles. I should probably add, my name is Jeremy.
Dot on the other hand was a zaftig bleached blonde beauty, who had the style and sensuality of a burlesque performer. She had creamy skin, plump lips, sizeable breasts and a perverse carnality about her that matched well with my sex drive. Comparatively, she had about 60lbs on me, and often joked that we looked like the number "10" walking down the street. In my eyes though, she was my perfect 10. And that's not me even being cheesy, we just worked incredibly well together where it mattered.
I had never really felt strongly about specific body types before, but admit that when Dot had initially started hitting on me at a friends party some months back, I ridiculously balked. I can blame it on a lifetime of being told that Playboy bunnies, and lithe supermodels are gorgeous, but know that all those built in prejudices - well, they're a choice we each make. So when I rebuffed Dot's first advances, it was more about my insecurities than any specific tastes.
After that party, our paths seemed to cross on a regular basis, and she seemed persistent, which annoyed me. I remember feeling a bit insulted that this larger girl had put us on the same level, and wasn't taking a hint. Seeing her more though, my mind had begun to change, and I warmed to the idea of just hooking up with her. I told myself, "she'll be grateful" and "I'm sure she'll let me try anything", and gave into her request for a dinner date.
Spending time with her that evening was incredible. We got along devilishly. She was quick and clever, wholly intelligent and amazingly ribald. I couldn't play a dating game with her, or try to be "the man" - she disarmed me in an effecting manner. The ease and intimacy of our conversation probably had us both mentally fucking by the time dessert came. We took it to go.
Our first time together was a slightly tipsy, but ferocious affair- complete with torn clothes, brute physicality, and an unawareness that we had been fucking all night- until we realized the sun was coming up. The most indelible part of our first time together, was just how much we sexually challenged each others desires. There was no timidity, everything was put out on the table and gobbled up. It was as if two people had been given 6 hours to tick off all their bucket list items, and made a meal out of the experience.
We had been together for about two months, by the time we headed up North, and were as inseparable, as we were insatiable.
"So, Jere' - you like big tits eh'?"
Sam had flip-flopped onto the deck where Josh and I sat in loungers, staring out at the lake. Josh shot his buddy an irritated glance, while I politely chuckled at the question.
"Sure, man."
A bit chuffed, Sam kicked a pebble off the deck and joined us, staring out at the water. "I mean, thats totally cool dude. Your girl is built, congrats,"
Josh snorted at Sam's attempt to smooth over the moment. We could hear the screen door back at the cottage open and slam shut. Footsteps followed, nearing as they approached. I felt two cold hands slip over my shoulders and underneath my tank top. I jumped a bit, before turning my head to kiss Dot's wrist.
"Girls are here now, you can quit talking sports," Linda spoke playfully, and handed me my beer. Linda was Josh's girlfriend, and a really cool chick. You could tell she knew to say all the right things in social situations, but was great at knowing when to be quiet and assess people. She was a brunette with a slender body, and a penchant for keeping a deep tan. Sam's girlfriend, well, she kinda fit Sam well. In her early twenties, she was the youngest in the group, dirty blonde hair, tight body of a teenager, and a scattered, self-drawn attention span. If she wasn't squealing about a bug, she was on her phone Snapchatting or instagramming. Sam wasn't the brightest bulb himself, but he did what he could to cater to her errant moods.
We sat about talking about work, the weather, our families, and how we all met our significant others. Dot guided the conversation with ease, and I could tell that her and Linda had clicked while having 'girl talk' in the kitchen. For dinner, we barbecued steak and vegetables, drank more beer and traded dirty stories. As the sun dimmed, Jenny went inside to charge her phone, Linda and Dot cleared dishes, while the guys gathered wood for a bonfire.
Dot had taken a seat on a log close to the fire, and I sidled up to her, wrapping my arm around her back and grabbing a handful of flesh. Linda and Josh sat in their chairs making idle chit chat, and Sam had walked Jenny down to the dock,where they seemed to be having an increasingly tense conversation. Moments later, Jenny blew by us with Sam in close pursuit.
"Uh, I just need to uh - drive Jenny into town. She needs..." He trailed off as he raced to his car. Doors slammed, and the rest of us shared a laugh.
"Anyone else thinks that Sam needs to be making better choices?" Linda excused herself to use the bathroom. Josh gave her a minute before looking over at us, "Actually guys, I think we're gonna call it a night, um - you can put this out right?"
I nodded at him as he got up and headed back to the cottage.
"They're totally going to fuck right now," I whispered to Dot, who had now put her leg over mine, and was holding my hand.
"I don't think so," Dot smiled, making eye contact with me, "wrong time of the month,"
I grimaced for Josh, but took advantage of our our newfound isolation, to lean inwards for a deep kiss. Our lips parted, and we just stared at each other, grinning for a full minute. The light from the fire danced in my girl's eyes as we both counted down in our heads. We had a mutual thought, and as soon as the cottage light went off it was game on.
Dot pushed me back off the log, and on to the grass, climbing on top of me in the process. She forced my wrists above my head while grinding my crotch.
"We're not going back in there until we're covered in dirt, grass stains, scratches and cum, got it?"
Catching her off guard, I swung her over on her back, folding myself into her curves and pointedly thrusting my clothed groin into her.
"You first, you dirty little whore"
We grinned, and kissed deeply once again. I moved my hips slowly, mashing my shorts into her pubic mound, causing her to moan from the blunt force. She wrapped her thick calves around my waist and held me in place.
Moving my lips down alongside her neck, I paw at the strap of her sundress, the floral fabric having been stretched to the limits by her massive tits. I bit at the cleavage before roughly yanking her pink bra downwards, her creamy breast spilling out from confinement.
Massaging her breasts with both hands, I sucked and nibbled at her nipple, pulling it taut with my mouth before circling with my tongue - my midsection humping away all the while. She interrupted me to tear my tank top off, allowing her to run her nails across my back. The pain inflicted made my own movements stronger, more forceful. Our moans met a crescendo, just before I felt it was time to move on.
Separating momentarily, I stripped off my clothes like a mad man, nakedly revealing my throbbing cock in front of the dwindling fire. Dot had pulled her sundress over her head and wrestled herself out of her bra, leaving her in a pair of tiny red lace panties -the fabric lost in a gully of flesh. Her thick legs, and belly all curved inwards to the sweet cunt I'd longed for since we got in the car that morning. I could practically smell the steam coming off her pussy, which enraged a part of me that needed to be satiated.
I fell to my knees in the grass and dirt , and with ragged breath tore a hole in the crotch of her red lace panties, big enough to see the glistening, puffy labia in the orange hue of the fire. I lined up my cock and pushed into her until I felt her engulf me whole.
And I pounded away, haphazardly trying to keep my balance, feeling the skin on my knees cut away by tiny stones, but angrily plunging my cock in Dot's greedy hole. She crushed me with her legs, and was bellowing now, feeling a good kind of pain that brought her nails along my back again. I allowed her to wrap my body up in hers, as I continued to furtively wiggle around, trying to mash my pubic bone atop her clit. I pushed back, out of her grasp, putting my hand around her throat, watching her eyes wildly begging me to keep fucking her. I steadied myself and increased the pace, once again just pounding into her, watching as her flesh rippled under my movements.
She began to whimper, and I felt a familiar twinge that told me I wasn't going to last long. I loosened my hand around her throat and straightened up. I watched her tits flop up and down as I fucked her, glancing up to look her in the face. My eyes must have told her I was about to cum, because she reached down and grabbed my ass to keep me inside her. Stars blinded my vision as I let go, cumming inside of her, one long release, followed by five consecutive spurts that made my body spasm as my cock softened. I pulled out and fell into the grass and dirt on my back, grasping at my overly sensitive cock head.
Before I could catch my breath, Dot had straddled me, her pale skin flush, and a big grin on her face. Her body always seemed that much bigger when she did this, and was always successful in instantly flipping the status. I could feel the dirt and grime covering my sweaty back as she nimbly shifted her weight forward, and planted her pussy lips on my face.
"eat my fucking pussy you little fuck boy," She hissed at me as I was buried under her crotch.
Her cunt was a wet, sloppy mess at this point, and I licked at her for all I was worth. I tasted my cum mingled with her own juices, keeping my eyes closed as it all washed over my face. I'd try to spit out as much of the cum as I could. It wasn't so much that I liked tasting my own cum, as it was how hot the idea of being forced was. Becoming the dirty little bitch boy, made things that much hotter for me, and we knew how to mix things up.
After a minute, I began to eat her out in a panicked fashion, this was a signal to her that I needed air, and so Dot would shift her weight to let me gasp out and fill my lungs, before she landed once more on my mouth.
I ate away at my girl like a desperate man, feeling her weight, and the vibrations of her moaning. She rode me, lifted for air, then planted once again, until I targeted her clit, and sent her over the edge for one final quivering orgasm. She collapsed beside me in the grass, and we both lay there panting, looking up at the stars.
Then, a twig snapped, and we both sat up abruptly.
