Secret Admirer: A BBW Gang Bang (2 page)

“Not silly at all!” The barista arrived with
her coffee, and she cupped it thankfully, glad to have something to
do with her hands. He leaned forward. “I have to admit, I would
like to get to know you a
lot
better.”

Rachel blushed even more deeply, and took a
fumbling sip of coffee. She was already smitten. He was just so
damned attractive and charming. Quite like he came across in his
messages, in fact. “Well, I think I’d like to know you better as
well.”

Vincent smiled and slid his leg over,
rubbing against her calf. She didn’t pull away. They talked for
about half an hour over that coffee, and she learned even more
about him – where he’d grown up, his family, where he went to
college. They even talked about boyfriends and girlfriends. It
turned out he was single at the moment. Rachel suppressed doing a
fist pump at that news.

“Say,” Vincent said, when they both finished
their coffee. “Just an idea. There’s a park nearby, would you like
to go for a walk?”

Rachel nodded, feeling a little nervous and
breathless. Not because she didn’t trust the man. She was a good
read of people, and he was definitely trustworthy. No, she was
nervous because the park she was thinking of was rather secluded
and quiet. They could really get some privacy there.

And she could tell he was very attracted to
her. His legs kept finding their way over to her side of the table,
and he’d taken more than one opportunity to hold her hand.
Opportunities she’d given him. She couldn’t help it. She knew this
was moving fast, but she also knew this was one thing lacking in
her life.

They both stood, and Vincent paid for the
coffee they’d gotten. Before long, they were walking out the door
and down the mere block that stood between them and the park.
Vincent was warm and affable, every once in a while bumping his
hips against her own far more generous ones.

Suddenly though, he dropped back. Rachel
looked behind her, confused, only to furiously blush when he saw
him staring at her generous ass. “Good God you are beautiful,” he
commented, and smiled up at her when she noticed him staring.

Once again, she couldn’t help herself. She
grinned and swayed her hips in an exaggerated motion, letting her
ass jiggle and sway as she walked. She might as well give him a
show.

And the whole thing gave her a thrill
before. Though Rachel accepted and loved herself, she’d never had
someone truly appreciate her the way she did. Oh sure, there’d been
some boys in college, but they were all closet chubby chasers –
worshipping her in bed, reviling her in public. She had learned to
dump those jerks quickly.

But Vincent. Here he was in broad daylight,
in public, admiring her without giving a damn about who saw him.
She found that thought alone arousing. What a man.

Vincent soon trotted up by her side again,
and was bold enough to grab one of her hands. Her fingers curled
around his and she cracked a small smile. She loved how
affectionate he was being. He was certainly treating her like the
goddess she knew she was.

They walked around the park for a few
minutes in silence, before Vincent let loose with his admission,
his big secret.

“I’ve never actually been with a girl your
size, before,” he said almost shyly. She could see him blush. “I’ve
always wanted to.”

“Oh Vincent,” Rachel replied, blushing a bit
herself. “There’s nothing wrong with that.” She knew he was
definitely young, as young as her, and it didn’t surprise her. Most
men came out about their affection for plus sized women only after
college, when the peer pressure was off them.

“And you are so beautiful.” He stopped, and
as he was holding her hand, she was compelled to stop as well, or
else let go of him, which she didn’t want to do. They turned to
face each other, under the secluded trees, and Vincent brushed some
of her hair out of her face. “I hope you know that,” he
continued.

“Of course I do,” Rachel smiled up at him.
He was so tall, and so broad all around, like one of the huge trees
in this park.

“I like that confidence,” he said. Rachel’s
smile broadened as she saw him blush again.

“How’s this for confident?” She leaned up on
her tiptoes, and planted a kiss right on his lips. She even
surprised herself with that move. Usually she was a little more
demure around guys. But usually guys didn’t display their
attraction so openly.

Vincent actually moaned slightly into her
lips, and that only fueled her fires. She grabbed him and pulled
him close, pressing her ample body against his own, and kissed him
even more aggressively, moving her lips and letting her tongue flit
out and brush against his own.

He groaned loudly and suddenly wrapped his
arms around hug, returning the fierce embrace as their tongues
danced and mingled. There was a part of Rachel that was a little
shocked by her forwardness, but she promptly told that part to go
to hell. She wanted to get laid right here in the park. It’s been
months, if not years since she’d gotten to do that, and she wasn’t
going to let this chance pass her by.

She pulled away from the kiss, and Vincent
looked down at her, crestfallen that she’d done so. But when she
jerked her head towards the bushes, his eyes lit up. “Are you
sure?” he asked, concerned. “I don’t want you to be
uncomfortable.”

“I was the one who thought of it,” Rachel
chuckled and pulled him off the path. The park was mostly empty,
but they still had to be careful. They made their way down a slight
hill, ending up in a shallow ravine. Rachel nearly tripped in her
high heels, but Vincent caught her, holding her in his arms for a
few seconds while she steadied herself. She laughed and clutched
him, savoring the moment. This was so deliciously naughty, she
loved it.

Soon, Vincent's arms were wrapped around her
again, his hands running up and down her soft, thick sides and arms
as they kissed. Then, he was lowering her to the ground, but he
still seemed nervous.

“Sorry,” he said, still standing above her.
“I just can’t believe this is happening.”

Rachel grinned slyly. “Are you worried about
getting caught?”

“No! I mean, yes, but I do want you-” Rachel
cut him off, groaning, when she lifted a hand and began to massage
his hard cock and balls.

“Maybe I should do something to relax you,”
she pondered, and then before he could make an objection, she was
unbuttoning his pants, unzipping them, and pulling them down
slightly, along with his boxers. Plaid boxers, she noted idly.

Soon, his massive member was free, and just
inches from her face. Rachel couldn’t hold herself back – the only
thing she fantasized about more than gang bangs was sucking cock,
and here was a big, beautiful one, just inches from her nose.

And it was true what they said about fat
girls, they
loved
sucking cock, and they were good at it. At
least, Rachel was. Though she didn’t have as much practical
experience as she would have liked, it was all she read about as
far as sex goes, and she had practiced her technique on ever carrot
and sausage that went in her mouth.

Vincent moaned and grabbed her head, pulling
lightly at her hair as her tongue swirled around his thick rod,
lapping up all the pre that was leaking out of it. He tasted salty
and musky, and very manly. It was a good thing Rachel was kneeling,
because she was weak at the knees from that taste alone.

Vincent was now pushing at her head, willing
her to take more of his thick rod into her mouth, and she happily
obliged. Rachel still hadn’t perfected the trick of deep-throating
though, so she simply took as much of the shaft into her mouth as
possible, and grabbed the rest of it with her hand, squeezing it
and pumping up and down its spit-slickened length as she bobbed her
head. With her other hand, she fondled and cupped his balls,
savoring the feeling of his velvety sack between her fingers.

All the while, Vincent kept moaning, more
and more loudly. Every once in a while, she was forced to pull away
and shush him, while slapping him lightly on the thigh.

“Shh!” she giggled, "Someone will catch us!"
Vincent nodded, but he just wasn’t able to contain himself against
the onslaught of pleasure she was giving him.

In fact, his climax was something of a
surprise to Rachel. She’d fully intended to only tease him, and
then have him ride her, but without warning, his entire body
tensed, while she licked and sucked at his shaft and head. “I’m
coming!” he said through gritted teeth, and Rachel’s mouth was
abruptly awash of his spunk as it spurted out of his throbbing,
twitching cock. It was salty and somewhat bitter, and Rachel
swallowed it down, savoring every last drop.

“Jesus,” he groaned, sinking to his knees
now, letting Rachel catch and hold him.

“Sorry,” Rachel snickered.

“Why the hell are you sorry?” he looked at
her, breathing heavily. “That was magnificent. The best blow job
I’ve ever gotten.”

She smiled and blushed, but inwardly she was
running around and screaming ‘I’m number one!’ “Well, you know what
they say about fat girls,” she said aloud instead.

He grinned that Cheshire grin of his. “I
do.” He glanced down at his watch. “Shit, I have to get back to
work, though. When can I see you again?”

“I don’t know. When are you free?”

“Well,” Vincent started, and then paused,
his grin growing even wider. “Now that I know what a naughty thing
you are, maybe you’d like to meet my friends? At my house?
Tonight?”

Rachel’s eyes widened. Was she really about
to do this? But she couldn’t possibly pass up such an opportunity.
“Yes,” she finally said. “Definitely.”

Vincent gave her the address, and they
parted ways, only slightly disheveled. Rachel couldn’t believe what
had just happened, as her heels clicked on the concrete and she
picked leaves out of her skirt. She couldn’t believe she was
capable of that. And it thrilled her to no end.

*****

Work passed by entirely too slowly, and
Rachel rushed home as quickly as she could. She wanted to tell the
girls about her experience today, but they were all out. She pouted
at the empty apartment. Even Allison was gone, and she was usually
around directly after work. They must be keeping her late, and she
knew that happened sometimes, since she was in IT.

She really could have used someone to
confide in, but no matter. She had to get ready for tonight. First,
a shower and a quick shave and trim down there. Rachel smiled as
the razor glided over her lusciously curvaceous legs. She was lucky
enough to have very little in the way of hair in the first place so
it was all an easy job.

Stepping out of the shower now, she wrapped
herself in a clean, fluffy towel. She needed to let her hair
partially air dry, or it would get all frizzy. While it was wet,
she worked some product in that would help tame that frizz that
sometimes flared up. After she dealt with her hair, she expertly
applied some makeup, mostly eyeliner, mascara, and shadow. She
added some red lipstick as a finishing touch, and she looked
gorgeous.

Rachel now stepped out of the bathroom, and
surveyed the mess in her room, sighing exasperatedly. This place
really was a disaster zone, but she couldn’t worry about that now.
Instead, she fished out another black skirt, this one shorter than
her more modest work outfit, and a low-cut red top, one that really
showcased her assets. Which she had a lot of.

After that, she blow dried her hair to bring
it to complete dryness, and she was ready to go. Just as she was
about to walk out the door though, Allison entered the
apartment.

“Whoa, you look fancy,” she commented as
Rachel swept past her. “Got a date?”

“You could say that,” Rachel giggled.

“What, is it that secret admirer?”

“Yeah! I’ll tell you how it goes when I get
back.”

Allison grinned and shook her head, and
Rachel made her way downstairs and to her car. Now that she wasn’t
working on herself, she was all aquiver. She couldn’t believe this
was happening to her!
Calm yourself, girl
, she told herself,
but her body would just not obey. She couldn’t wait to see Vincent
again, and see what he had in store for her.

The drive was blessedly short, and soon she
was standing in front of a large, but unassuming house. It looked
like he made a fair amount of money, but wasn’t filthy rich. Not
that that mattered. Rachel took a deep breath, and made her way to
the door. Her nerves were starting to kick in now. What if he
changed his mind? What if this was an elaborate fat-shaming scheme?
She shook the negative thoughts off, though. If it was, Vincent was
dedicated
. He let her suck him off, after all, and he was
obviously aroused by her.

She rang the doorbell, and Vincent answered
immediately. “You came!” he said, his eyes lighting up. “The guys
are here, and they can’t wait to meet you.” Rachel nodded
nervously, and stepped inside. The foyer was small, more like a
hall than anything, but it opened up quickly into an awesome
looking living room. Vincent was quite the geek: he had every
current gen video game console, and quite a few older ones too. A
mass of video games lined one of the walls, along with movies and
books. There was artwork from various video games as well, ranging
from Mario to Half Life. He was dedicated.

But Rachel only barely took this all in, for
sitting in the living room were no less than 4 other guys. “Hi,”
they all said in unison.

Vincent grinned. “We’re actually all Multum,
on your forum. We use a shared account. And technically, we’re all
your secret admirer. Rachel was floored. She never expected this.
She was incredibly flattered as well – well some girls could brag
about having one secret admirer, and she had
five.
“And, I
hope you don’t mind, but I told them about our activities this
afternoon.”