BBW, BHM, Dining, Sex
Locked in an embrace, my hands moved behind her back, and I pulled her closer to me. And then my hands drifted down to her big round bottom.
As if on cue, I heard the distant sound of a doorbell. Cheryl broke her kiss, and in a disappointed tone she said, "Oh. Pizza's here."
Cheryl disappeared into the house, and I followed her inside, awkwardly, with the hardest erection of my life. I wanted her really bad, not pizza. And it showed. When did she have time to order? I wondered if Cheryl had ordered ahead of time. I couldn't remember if I'd been inside before, but the place was tidy and neat. I glanced at the counter and saw a few home and garden magazines.
Cheryl called to me from the hallway, "Come help me with these." As I reached the entrance, she handed me four hot pizza boxes, then she turned and paid the delivery boy.
"Four pizzas?" I noted "Is she expecting more people?" I returned to the kitchen and set the boxes on the table, and peeked into one of them. A large with everything. Another was pepperoni. As I turned, I saw Cheryl's smiling face, and I started thinking sex again. She read my mind, and gave me a short kiss.
"As much as I would like to get naked with you", she said, "I'm also starving, and I only have cold pizza for breakfast. That is, of course, if there is any left."
"I hope you're hungry. Cheryl added, patting my belly. She went to the fridge, and grabbed a couple of beers. Then she opened a cabinet and took out two plates. Cheryl looked at me, giggled, and put the plates back, and got out two platters. Handing one to me she told me to load up, while she found something on TV.
I stood there with the extra large plate and watched her walk... gracefully into the TV room. I could hardly keep my eyes off those rounding hips. I reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a couple slices, thought better of the moment, and put eight slices of various kinds on my plate. As I walked into the next room, we walked past each other, long enough to her to smile sweetly to me. The TV was on, but the sound was low. I walked to a place next to the sofa where Cheryl had put the beer, and sat down. Cheryl came back with her platter loaded with pizza, and a roll of paper towels.
"Aren't you hungry? Cheryl asked me.
"Yes, I'm actually starving, but...
"You'll get that soon enough", she laughed. "But I'm hungry too."
We started eating, and making a bit of small talk. College and such. I did most of the talking, as she gobbled up her pizza. The beer was cold, and I started to relax. She kept encouraging me to eat.
"You sure got alot of pizza, I said finally.
"I think I got enough", she replied with a wink. "The next time you think you have the backyard to yourself so you can pig out alone, think again."
I mind thought back to a few weeks ago. Home for the weekend, parents are gone; I grilled myself a few hamburgers and indulged myself. Cheryl read the expression on my face.
Before I could respond, she continued. "I watched you that evening, like a stalker at the fence. It seemed like every thing I did to be quiet, made more noise. I was sure you were going to get up and go inside. Eventually, you did."
"I've also seen you in town occasionally, at the Chinese buffet, at the bar and grill, eating like there's no tomorrow. You know what really turns me on? she asked moving closer to me, taking the platter out of my hands. "I love to see a man with a big fat tummy", she whispered, holding my belly. "And feeding it like he doesn't know how fat and delicious he looks to other people."
This whole time I thought I was in control, but as she rubbed my belly, her hands brushed my pounding erection.
I couldn't help myself. I ejaculated all over in my shorts, like a crazed fire hose.
"Ooops.. er... uh... Stupid hair-trigger, I berated myself. I looked at Cheryl, who was trying not to laugh. She took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the master bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up. I'm afraid all I have is women's clothes. she giggled, giving me a pair of pink sweats, and taking my boxers and shorts from me.
I soon returned to the tv room, wearing the sweats. I almost went naked, but thought better of it, given the surprises I had had so far. As I walked in, I asked, "Where were we?"
Cheryl was eating, and answered me, mouthful of pizza. "We were talking about your gluttony, and how I want you to pig out for me." That was subtle.
End of Part Two
Mrs. Pear
By Fuzzy
By Fuzzy
Locked in an embrace, my hands moved behind her back, and I pulled her closer to me. And then my hands drifted down to her big round bottom.
As if on cue, I heard the distant sound of a doorbell. Cheryl broke her kiss, and in a disappointed tone she said, "Oh. Pizza's here."
Cheryl disappeared into the house, and I followed her inside, awkwardly, with the hardest erection of my life. I wanted her really bad, not pizza. And it showed. When did she have time to order? I wondered if Cheryl had ordered ahead of time. I couldn't remember if I'd been inside before, but the place was tidy and neat. I glanced at the counter and saw a few home and garden magazines.
Cheryl called to me from the hallway, "Come help me with these." As I reached the entrance, she handed me four hot pizza boxes, then she turned and paid the delivery boy.
"Four pizzas?" I noted "Is she expecting more people?" I returned to the kitchen and set the boxes on the table, and peeked into one of them. A large with everything. Another was pepperoni. As I turned, I saw Cheryl's smiling face, and I started thinking sex again. She read my mind, and gave me a short kiss.
"As much as I would like to get naked with you", she said, "I'm also starving, and I only have cold pizza for breakfast. That is, of course, if there is any left."
"I hope you're hungry. Cheryl added, patting my belly. She went to the fridge, and grabbed a couple of beers. Then she opened a cabinet and took out two plates. Cheryl looked at me, giggled, and put the plates back, and got out two platters. Handing one to me she told me to load up, while she found something on TV.
I stood there with the extra large plate and watched her walk... gracefully into the TV room. I could hardly keep my eyes off those rounding hips. I reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a couple slices, thought better of the moment, and put eight slices of various kinds on my plate. As I walked into the next room, we walked past each other, long enough to her to smile sweetly to me. The TV was on, but the sound was low. I walked to a place next to the sofa where Cheryl had put the beer, and sat down. Cheryl came back with her platter loaded with pizza, and a roll of paper towels.
"Aren't you hungry? Cheryl asked me.
"Yes, I'm actually starving, but...
"You'll get that soon enough", she laughed. "But I'm hungry too."
We started eating, and making a bit of small talk. College and such. I did most of the talking, as she gobbled up her pizza. The beer was cold, and I started to relax. She kept encouraging me to eat.
"You sure got alot of pizza, I said finally.
"I think I got enough", she replied with a wink. "The next time you think you have the backyard to yourself so you can pig out alone, think again."
I mind thought back to a few weeks ago. Home for the weekend, parents are gone; I grilled myself a few hamburgers and indulged myself. Cheryl read the expression on my face.
Before I could respond, she continued. "I watched you that evening, like a stalker at the fence. It seemed like every thing I did to be quiet, made more noise. I was sure you were going to get up and go inside. Eventually, you did."
"I've also seen you in town occasionally, at the Chinese buffet, at the bar and grill, eating like there's no tomorrow. You know what really turns me on? she asked moving closer to me, taking the platter out of my hands. "I love to see a man with a big fat tummy", she whispered, holding my belly. "And feeding it like he doesn't know how fat and delicious he looks to other people."
This whole time I thought I was in control, but as she rubbed my belly, her hands brushed my pounding erection.
I couldn't help myself. I ejaculated all over in my shorts, like a crazed fire hose.
"Ooops.. er... uh... Stupid hair-trigger, I berated myself. I looked at Cheryl, who was trying not to laugh. She took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the master bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up. I'm afraid all I have is women's clothes. she giggled, giving me a pair of pink sweats, and taking my boxers and shorts from me.
I soon returned to the tv room, wearing the sweats. I almost went naked, but thought better of it, given the surprises I had had so far. As I walked in, I asked, "Where were we?"
Cheryl was eating, and answered me, mouthful of pizza. "We were talking about your gluttony, and how I want you to pig out for me." That was subtle.
End of Part Two
