Big Girls & Bad Boys: 8 Scorching Hot BBW Alpha Male Romance Novellas Box Set

by D. H. Cameron

  I enjoyed the bliss as the memory of finding Carl and Crystal popped into my head. It felt a little like I was finally getting back at Carl, though that wasn’t why I found this so pleasurable. He had his young fuck bunny and now I was getting it from a hot, young stud. I always suspected Crystal liked Carl for his paycheck and position, his maturity and stability and probably a side dish of daddy issues. Steve, on the other hand, wanted me for my looks as crazy as I thought that was.

  “You go, Penny,” Steve said as I began to sob and then screamed as an orgasm slammed into me like a damned Mack truck. I writhed and squirmed as the pleasure overwhelmed me and my hips bounced on Steve’s lap. Steve’s hands never stopped playing amongst my hills and valleys.

  “I’m coming, Steve,” I wailed and he laughed.

  “And it’s beautiful, Penny,” he replied and he made me laugh. I arched my back and threw my head back as another amazing wave of warmth washed over me. I knew I jiggled and bounced but I didn’t care. Steve’s fingers dug into my hips as I rode him. Part of me couldn’t believe this was happening and told me to get what I could while I had the chance. Steve was probably going to be gone tomorrow and I’d be left with just a memory. I hoped not but everything in my experience made me feel like that.

  Steve didn’t let me wallow for long as his hips began to slam against my soft ass. His cock jackhammered into me and I about lost my mind. I was screaming though I was barely aware of it. The sensations got the best of me and I could hardly concentrate on anything but my next orgasm. Steve was fucking me harder from below doing all the work now. I was sure he was ready.

  “Do it! It’s fine. Come inside me, Steve,” I wailed. Steve slowed and then stopped. I came back to myself. “What’s the matter?” I asked.

  “I’m not even close,” he said. I let that sink in for a moment.

  “You’re not?” I wondered.

  “Nope!” he told me and his cock slammed back into me and didn’t slow down - no, really, was this guy for real?

  I lost myself to another climax but I was coherent enough to lean forward and kiss Steve. I’ll be honest. The next hour or so was a blur. Soon I was on my back on the sectional as Steve drove into me and rubbed my hot nub. I could hardly scream as he hammered away. I watched him, my legs on his shoulders as he fucked me. He was so - what’s another word for dreamy?

  Then I somehow climbed to my hands and knees, not an easy feat since I felt as if I might pass out. Steve wildly pounded me from behind, his hands at first grasping my hips, then my shoulders and finally tugging at my hair. His rough thrusts sent shockwaves thought my succulent body. Damn, had I died and gone to porno heaven? I was pretty sure poor, pregnant Crystal wasn’t getting fucked like this - I should know. She could keep the money and stability; I wanted to get fucked like this and fucked like this a lot. Then Steve slapped my big ass and brought me back to the here and now.

  “You dirty fucking whore!” he hissed and spanked me again sending ripples through my soft body. Dirty fucking whore? I felt like a dirty fucking whore right about then. I kind of liked that. No, I really liked it.

  “I’m your dirty whore. Fuck me harder, boy!” I said breathlessly but sternly. Steve didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled my hair and I had no choice but to lift my body towards his. Then he roughly maneuvered me to face the back of the sectional with only his hips and pushed me over the back of it. My breasts hung over the back of the sectional as Steve began to thrust into me again.

  “I want to come all over you, you sexy bitch!” he said. Why did I find the dirty talk so exciting? If Carl called me a whore or a bitch, I probably would have clocked him. Steve’s incessant pounding sent ripples through my body and my breasts swayed freely behind the sectional. I looked back as another orgasm coursed through me like a torrent of hot lava.

  “I want to see that cock explode all over these tits,” I told Steve as I turned to regard him. Steve bared his teeth and growled at me. Oh my lord that sent delicious chills up my spine. I expected him to pull from me at any moment and I was ready to turn and slip beneath him finishing this whole thing right but that didn’t happen. Steve just kept going. He had my hair still and was using it for leverage. Oh, it hurt but I liked it. The pain just made it all the better.

  I reached back and slapped my own ass and massaged my fat cheek, “C’mon, Steve. I want you to come all over me. I’ll even let you fuck my tits,” I said and his eyes flared.

  “Yeah?” he asked.

  “Yeah, whatever you want,” I said. I meant it. I’d have performed a damn donkey show if he asked right then. Steve’s thrust became stronger and more insistent and then he pulled from me. I turned and slid down under him and pulled my breasts apart for him. Steve laid his thick iron pipe between my soft pillows and pushed them together around himself. I took the opportunity to wedge my hands under him and between my thighs and take care of myself one last time.

  Steve thrust his cock between my big breasts, leaking more than enough of his juices to ease the way. His eyes were full of need as I orgasmed with a couple of fingers inside myself and my other hand a blur on my clit. As my last climax stole my breath, I brought my hands up and ran them over Steve’s chest digging my nails into his tanned flesh.

  “Do it. I want to see this,” I begged. Steve tensed and then pulled his cock free of my breasts. I grabbed his shaft and pumped my hand up and down his length. I was taken by surprise as his first eruption hit my face but I kept going. Steve roared as more and more of his orgasm covered my face, neck and breasts. There was so much of it and it felt so warm.

  I slowed my stroking to let Steve enjoy every last bit of his only orgasm, coaxing more of his seed into the valley between my breasts. Finally, Steve exhaled and relaxed. He enjoyed my touch for a moment and then pulled away and knelt between my legs and hugged my belly as I stroked his hair. I was a mess and it was extremely arousing to see his orgasm all over me.

  “You are a fucking stud. I haven’t been fucked like that...well, ever. Oh my God, oh my God! You’re a...a...,” said feeling a rush of emotion and excitement as the whole scene hit me. And then I knew the word I was looking for. “You’re a Wildman,” I said and laughed.

  Steve looked up at me grinning. He was beautiful. I bit my lip like a teenaged girl with a crush. “I don’t know what it is. I look at those girls the other guys are after and meh. I get it, I suppose. I see what they see but I’d rather have a sexy, older woman like you. I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said.

  “Do what?” I asked.

  “Be with a MILF like you,” he said. Huh? I figured I was just another older divorcee with a few pounds to lose on a long list of them. I assumed this guy was using his more than considerable charms to seduce women like me all the time. Why not? If he really liked older women and girls with a few pounds to loose, he could probably get as many as he wanted.

  “You’ve never been with...a woman like me?” I asked him

  “No. I just lived out a serious fantasy. You want to help me live out another?” he asked me. I was somewhat shocked at his admission but I felt pretty special I’d helped him live out a dream.

  “What?” I asked warily. I liked the idea of being his fantasy but it sounded too much like a one-shot deal.

  “I’d love to be your boyfriend?” he asked. I smiled, no I beamed.

  “Well, I suppose I could let you be my boyfriend,” I teased. Steve dug his fingers into my flesh and found my ribs. I wailed and giggled as he tickled me. “All right, yes. I’d love to be your woman,” I said seriously.

  “I like that. That’s better. You’re not my girlfriend, you’re my woman. My sexy, curvy woman,” he said.

  “Don’t forget experienced,” I reminded him and then added, “But if you call me your old lady, I’m going to kick your ass.” Steve laughed.

  “I’m a brawler, but I bet you could,” he said and laid his head on my belly again. I stroked his hair and smiled to myself as I twirled my hair in the fingers of my other ha
nd. What the hell had just happened? First I find out Crystal is pregnant and now I’m having an affair with a younger man, a professional ball player to boot. Hello, karma.

  >>O<<

  Steve snuck out later that evening, more to protect my reputation that any desire on his part or mine. We polished off some more beers talking on my sectional in the nude. It took years for me to feel comfortable enough with Carl to have sex with the light on and that was when I was slimmer. When we did lounge around naked, I always felt self-conscious. I just knew Carl was looking at my body and wishing I was thinner like when we’d met. Honestly, so was I.

  But with Steve, I hardly thought about it. He looked at me like I imagined men looked at other women, maybe the way Carl looked at Crystal. I felt comfortable and, to my surprise, sexy. I was thrilled to be naked in front of Steve “Wildman” Benson. But it wasn’t only Steve’s professed love of women like me. There was a change in me too. It was subtle but I just didn’t care anymore. After losing Carl, I was coming to realize life was too damn short to worry about the way I looked. I mean, I wanted to look my best, but I guess I was getting comfortable in my own skin - about time, Penny, it only took thirty some odd years and a divorce.

  I got up early, excited to greet the new day and went to get coffee, pastries and flowers, not for Steve, however, but for Deb. I had to tell her about what happened and thank her for her part in one of the best nights of my life. She opened the door - I didn’t realize it was only seven-thirty - bleary eyed and yawning. But Deb’s constant wit was wide awake.

  “Oh, you shouldn’t have. I was just kidding about eating your pussy the other day. I tried it once it was so-so, I like something I can hold in my hand, you know,” she said as she took the coffee I held out for her and then snatched the pastries from under my arm. I was only mildly shocked Deb had been with another woman. She was full of surprises.

  “Sorry to disappoint but these are just to say thank you. If I wanted oral sex, I’d buy you dinner,” I retorted and Deb smiled and winked at me.

  “Thank me for what, sweetie?” she inquired. She knew I had Steve over for dinner. Was she being coy or was it too early for her yet? We took a seat and I set the flowers aside.

  “For Steve,” I told her and shot her a meaningful look. Deb narrowed her eyes, not yet awake, and then her eyes finally flew open in recognition.

  “Oh yeah, how did it go?” she asked excitedly.

  “They don’t call him Wildman for nothing,” I joked but Deb just stared at me.

  “They call him Wildman?” she asked. I guess she wasn’t aware of his nickname. Too bad, I thought that was a cute little joke.

  “Never mind. We had sex. Geez, have some more coffee,” I said and Deb’s face lit up again.

  “Is he as good as he looks like he’d be?” Deb asked.

  “Oh-my-lord! Better!” I said. I felt like a high school girl again gossiping to the other girls.

  “No shit? Big?” Deb asked. In the past I wouldn’t have been so eager to discuss stuff like this, but this was big news. I’d survived a divorce and now I was back in the game - look at that, I’m already using sports references.

  “Like my forearm,” I said exaggerating just to see how Deb would react and held my arm up for effect. Deb’s frowned.

  “Did it hurt?” she asked more than a little horrified.

  “I’m kidding. It was nice though. Deb, best-sex-ever!” I told her.

  “I’m glad for you. So, are you going to see him again?” she wondered.

  “Uh huh,” I answered. Deb smiled and I could tell she was happy for me. Then I remembered the other news. “Oh and to make it all better, Carl got Crystal pregnant,” I informed Deb. She swallowed her coffee and then her mouth fell open.

  “Holy shit! So what’s he going to do?” she asked me.

  “I don’t know, Deb. I really don’t know,” I told her. I hadn’t thought that through completely but it was going to change things for them that was for sure. I didn’t really think it affected me much. Oh, how wrong I was.

  >>O<<

  Four weeks later, Steve was back playing ball and headed out on a road trip. It was Saturday and he had a day game but he didn’t pitch. He was still being used sparingly to get him back into shape and avoid being reinjured. Carl had the kids and Steve had to leave right after Sunday’s game so I was sending him off right. I had Steve pinned to the floor in my living room, riding his amazing shaft. I was going for it, not holding back in the slightest.

  “Damn, I love watching you fuck me, Penny!” Steve growled. My knees were going to be burned tomorrow but it was so worth it.

  “You like watching me jiggle?” I asked. I know he did but I still liked to hear Steve wax poetic about me.

  “Fuck yes! Look at all that beautiful flesh. Fucking sexy!” he said as his hands found my plump belly and he dug his fingers in causing me to giggle. “I can’t even tell you how sexy you are, Penny,” Steve said.

  “You know how to make a girl feel good, young man,” I told him. I’d come to call him young man, especially when we had sex. It was a nice reminder that fucking a younger man was just a little naughty - yes, I was a proud cradle robber.

  “I know another way,” Steve said and before I had a chance to respond he rolled me onto the floor and slammed his cock back into me. I was laughing and coming the entire time.

  “Yeah, I like this too,” I told him as I dug my fingernails into his rock hard ass and pulled him in deep. Steve bent and took my big, hard nipple into his mouth and tugged at it with his teeth. I squealed as he pulled my breast taught and then let it slip from his pearly whites. Then he dove for the other. “I love it when you do that!” I hissed as a wild climax took me.

  “I want to come all over that pretty face, Penny,” he told me. I could see his need and I couldn’t think of anything hotter at the moment.

  “Come on, young man. Blow your load all over my face,” I said using the dirty talk that turned us both on so much but then I added a twist that surprised even me, “Come all over mommy’s face.” I don’t know where that came from but Steve growled and immediately pulled from me and was exploding before he could even straddle my torso to reach my face. He gave up and made a mess of my breasts instead.

  “Oh fuck, Penny! Oh fuck!” he said through clenched teeth as he emptied his balls all over me. I was worried for a moment that saying what I had might bother Steve. It didn’t. “God damn it, Penny. That was so hot. Did you really just say that?” he asked between deep breaths.

  “Did you like it?” I asked to make sure.

  “It’s dirty as hell. Yes, I liked it. Mommy? Are you fucking kidding? You’re one nasty chick, Penny,” Steve said and even though I didn’t mean to say it, I was really glad I did.

  “It just came out,” I explained, “I swear.”

  “You’re a dirty girl. You’re the MILF of my dreams, Penny,” Steve said. I blushed at that.

  “Me? You’re the sicko that liked it,” I replied playfully. Steve slid from me and cuddled up next to me on the living room floor.

  “Guilty as charged, mom,” he said and I punched him. Then Steve kissed me softly and asked, “Am I ever going to see your bedroom?” We had yet to make it upstairs. Steve hadn’t spent the night yet and we’d never had made it past the stairs, losing control and just doing it on the steps when we tried. That was an interesting night. So was the night out by the pool and that other night on the computer desk in the den. I think we might have broken it.

  “We made it all the way to the stairs last week. I’ll make you a deal. We make it to my bedroom and you stay the night,” I said. Steve pondered that.

  “What about your reputation?” he asked half seriously. Honestly, there were only one or two opportunities over the last month anyway and I did wonder what the neighbors might say if they discovered Steve and I were an item. On the other hand, this was moving from casual sex to...well, something else. Who was I kidding? Steve was a young man, relatively anyway. I don’t
think he was looking to marry the divorcee who lived around the corner and honestly, I’m not sure I wanted that either. I was having fun and it felt good. That was enough for now.

  “Fuck my reputation. I don’t give a damn what the neighbors think. Like the Cranes haven’t been tracking our movements already. Half the neighborhood probably already knows we’re doing the deed,” I said referring to the retired couple that lived three houses down that made everyone else’s business their business.

  “Or they’ve heard you screaming. Oh fuck, stud muffin, your cock is so big,” Steve said in a high pitched voice that reminded me of the ladies in the old Monte Python skits. I suddenly wondered if Steve even knew who Monte Python was. Not that I was old enough to remember either but I did see them on MTV, though I was too young to get most of the jokes - I still didn’t get half of them.

  “Yeah, I’m sure that’s it,” I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. “Honestly, if you don’t want to spend the night, I get it. Whatever,” I told Steve. God, I hoped that sounded like I honestly didn’t care but I think it sounded like I really did care but was trying to make him believe I didn’t. I didn’t care, well I did, but I didn’t - clear as mud, right?

  “I do. I mean that. I’d love to wake up next to you,” Steve said and made all my previous thoughts on the subject moot. “But not tonight. I’ve got to get some sleep and be at the stadium at eight. The trainers need to work me over just in case I actually play. You’ll be there, right?” Steve said. I knew his weird schedule made finding time to be together tough and I didn’t let it bother me.

  “Yeah, tell the coach I’m going to be there so he has to put you in,” I replied.

  “It doesn’t work that way,” Steve said. I smiled at him, rolled over and laid my head on his chest.

  “Just do it,” I told him and Steve laughed.

  >>O<<

  Steve met me at the players’ gate and we walked into the stadium that next morning hand in hand. I called Steve when I got to the Stadium at eleven. I was going to sit in the friends and family section near home plate. I was excited and a little nervous. Thankfully, Steve was going to introduce me to a friend and fellow player, Randy Sullivan, and his wife, Aimee. She wasn’t your typical baseball wife. Randy was nearing forty but according to Steve he had a wicked knuckle ball and could still pitch with the best of them.