Bunny Adventures Chapter Four: Size Isn’t Everything.

It is Gemma’s turn to go on a date with Damien. Will her nerves get in the way, or will she have a great time?

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It wasn’t easy being the big girl of the group. Most of the others didn’t understand how my size was always a hindrance.

I had been a big girl all my life, for as long as I could remember, I was always made fun of for my large size, and it also brought many other problems.

It started getting bad in high school, and most of the cheerleaders made fun of me. The jocks made fun of me, too. They had horrible nicknames for me and always pushed me around and made fun of my tits or my ass.

Then, after college, the real fun started. Every guy on campus thought I was easy because I was big; they all said big girls were easy to fuck. Especially the white guys, the black guys thought that I was built just for black cock.

I had to admit I did like some of the attention my large ass, thick hips, and enormous breasts got me, especially from the professors. All it took was to wear anything that revealed any sort of cleavage or tight jeans that made my ass stand out, and the professors were putty in my hands.

Not that I needed their help, but having a professor in my pocket helped with dealing with some of the name-calling.

I didn’t lose my V-card until I was in my last year of college. Sure, I had done a lot of other things. Mostly tit fucking, the guys called me velvet tits because I could make them cum in seconds by wrapping my tits around their cocks.

I lost my V card to one of the personal trainers for the football team. His name was Daniel, and he was so gentle with me that first time. While I had heard horror stories from other women about their first time, mine was memorable. Daniel was older than I and he made sure I enjoyed every moment of it.

After that, every time afterward was horrible. My second time was with James Ratcliff. There isn’t a stopwatch on the planet that could measure the short amount of time that it lasted. Before he even put his cock inside me, he was ready to burst. As soon as he got the head of his cock into me, he was cumming.

Then after that, there were the twins, Ian and Jordan Eyers, they thought they were the hottest thing since sliced bread, and since I was the young intern, they thought I was an easy lay. I had those two men begging for mercy within moments.

Sex came to me easily, I had the body for it, and I loved getting the guys off.

Things changed a year after I got the position at the police station near my house. I was the tech analyst for a local SWAT team.

That’s how I met Vincent, he was a charming detective and we fell in love. Well, I fell in love with him. Everything was perfect between us, the chemistry and the romance were perfect, and the sex was mind-boggling.

Everything was going well until we had a family night at the precinct. He told me he wasn’t coming, so I decided not to go either. One of the other officers talked me into going last minute, and I was glad I did.

I found out Vincent had a wife and three kids. He kept trying to explain himself by saying his wife was a prude and that she didn’t want to have sex with him, and all the other excuses men give women as to why they needed to cheat and how he was the victim, and he was going to tell her and leave her.

I was naïve but not gullible, I called it off and that started the downward spiral. To get back at me, Vincent released sex videos we had made and put pictures that I sent him in confidence that he wouldn’t send to anyone else all over the internet.

Soon, people were asking me for more pictures and videos. It’s what made me start covering up everything and wearing baggy clothes and sweaters.

Even other women started to body shame me, the name-calling that ended in college started up again in the workplace.

Vincent, of course, lost his job and his marriage, but the job was done. I had to move to get away from it.

That’s how I met the BBC Bunnies.

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It wasn’t my intention to go on the web and find them, but one day I was doom-scrolling through some posts on a website that catered to women finding other women who thought like them when the name hit me. BBC Bunnies.

I knew from experience that not all black cocks were huge, or even big. One of the black cocks that belonged to a basketball player at my college was no bigger than my pinky. Try as much as I could, I couldn’t get it to go between my tits, so I just rubbed it between my thumb and finger until he got off.

I clicked on their join us link, and we started talking. When I joined, it was just Rachel, Linda, and Michaela. Winona joined shortly after me, and the others followed afterward.

When we all met up, it was like I had found my tribe. We did a lot of things together, and it was fun. That’s when we decided that the name of our group wasn’t just going to be an attention getter, that we would find one guy, just one, not two or three, that we could all date and be with.

It sounded stupid at the time, but after a while it became clear that it was something all of us wanted.

It was Rachel’s idea to keep the name as is, after all, most of us had been with white men before, and none of us were happy with our experiences.

“Hey,” Rachel called me after my flight landed in New York.

“Hey,” I replied.

I was still nervous about my big move from Vermont to New York. I still worked as a tech analyst, but I did it for a cybersecurity firm that had locations nationwide. I had put in a transfer a long time ago, and it finally went through this month.

It was the reason I was picked to go at this time. Since Winona, Teresa, and Rachel had their turns, it was out of Sabrina, Michaela, Linda, and me.

We all knew Linda, who was the most horny of all of us, was going to go last. We knew she would break the rule if she went any other time. Sabrina was still working on a few things before her big move into the city. Michaela had legal issues to take care of, so that meant I had to step up.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” Rachel asked.

“Please,” I shook my head as I headed for the rental area. “Like you don’t know already.”

I was an analyst, and I wasn’t as good as Rachel. Rachel’s superpowers, as the others called Rachel’s ability to know what was going on with all of us, was based on her ability to read and look for signs, especially repetitive signs and situations.

“He isn’t…..” Rachel started to say.

“If you are going to give me he isn’t like the others speech, save it,” I sighed.

My nervousness had nothing to do with meeting Damien. It was the move, coming back to New York wasn’t what I had planned.

I moved for a reason, and that was to get away from the name-calling and the other things that happened while I was here.

Just the smell of the city was bringing those memories back.

“How long has it been?” Rachel asked.

“Nine years,” I answered. Nine years since I left this shitty city, and I had vowed never to return, but here I was.

“We are here now,” Rachel said, and her voice comforted me.

I loved Rachel like a sister; she was my rock. The way she handled all of us and truly cared for our well-being made me want to do anything for her. It was the reason I moved; if it were another group or anyone else, I would have told them to shove it.

I knew in my gut that Rachel wouldn’t let anybody shame me again. If they did, they would have to contend with Mama Bear, and I had seen what that bear could do firsthand; she was downright scary when she got mad.

I once saw her flip a guy onto his back through a glass table at a nightclub for smacking her ass. With one grab of his wrist and a pull and a tug, the poor guy was going through the glass table, smack onto his back.

“So, what did you guys decide?” Rachel asked.

“Well, I still have some papers to sign for my lease,” I told her as I got into my rental vehicle. “As well as other things to take care of, so we decided to meet for coffee.”

“That’s nice,” Rachel replied.

I had to admit to myself I was excited about meeting Damien, he sounded like fun over the phone. Like Winona, I was a bit of a nerd; my thing wasn’t video games or anime, it was board games and movie trivia.

Damien surprised me when I said a quote from a movie, and he nailed the movie and the scene. We spent most of that night trying to stump each other on movie knowledge; he was really good at it.

Then there was the physical attraction. All of my encounters with men, including my first encounter, had been with small or medium-sized cocks. Not one had been average or above average.

I was practically salivating to feel a large one. I had many large toys that I used to get me off, and I wanted the feel of the real thing to really get me off and make me scream names.

If what the others had said was true, Damien was packing a nuke between his legs.

I finished my conversation with Rachel and got into my condo. It was smaller than the one back in Vermont, but it had a better view, and I knew it was just temporary until I found something I really liked. For now, it was close to my job and had access to all the public transportation hubs.

“Home sweet home,” I said as I started the unpacking process.

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“Gemma!” the lady behind the counter yelled and held up my coffee cup.

“That’s me,” I retrieved my coffee and headed for the table I had picked out.

I was early for my meeting with Damien, but I had a few things to take care of and decided to bring my laptop and get some of them done before Damien arrived.

I was engrossed in my work, and I didn’t even realize the time flying by. Soon, I felt a presence staring at me.

I had already told three guys to leave me alone. Most of the men saw the big boobs, thick hips, and everything else and thought that I would go to bed with them the moment they said hello.

I looked up to see Damien standing over me.

“Sorry,” I quickly closed my laptop.

“It’s fine,” Damien sat down.

He looked much better in person than in any of his pictures. He ordered a coffee, and we started talking.

Damien had as many questions as I did about all of this; he mainly wanted to know how all seven of us didn’t mind being with one guy. I understood his dilemma, and I was sure he had asked the others and gotten their opinion on it, so he wanted to know mine.

It was simple. For me, anyway, I didn’t see it as a hindrance or an inconvenience. I was tired of men seeing me as a big woman who was easy to fuck, and I know there were many men out there who didn’t see me like that, but I hadn’t met many of them.

The ones that said they were not like that ended up calling me names after they got to stick their cock in my mouth or between my tits.

I hadn’t let any guy fuck me in years, and the ones that got close to me often called me a cock tease or a prude, or any other name.

I would rather they called me that than an easy fuck.

Damien challenged my mind, and while I caught him often staring at my cleavage, I knew he wasn’t just interested in my tits or my ass.

Damien even waited for me outside my job after I put in my paperwork. We walked together for a while. He explained his interest in this new adventure.

I had heard from the others that he had his heart broken by his previous girlfriend. I tried not to laugh and tell him he would have seven girlfriends if this motion went through, seven women with different personalities, different needs, and different preferences.

Throughout our talk, I was convinced that Damien could handle all of us easily. He didn’t mention things that happened between him and the others.

“Wait a minute,” I stood still.

“I was wondering when you would notice,” Damien smiled.

We had walked into the downtown area and stood outside one of my favorite places as a kid. It was a small hole in the wall that was dedicated to B movies.

Damien took my hand and we went inside. It was just like I remembered it. New people were managing it now, but the whole place brought me back to my childhood.

We bought some small things and then walked out.

“My turn,” I smiled as I led him through the streets of my old city.

New York might be large and scary to most people, but I had gone to school here, then college here; this was just the backwoods to country people, or the suburbs to others. This place was my home.

“You are right,” Damien nodded his approval as he held the biggest slice of pizza in the city. “This is really good!”

“I am a big girl, I know all the places to find good food,” I smiled.

For the rest of the day, we took each other to places we knew in the city. It was amazing to get around without having the need to get into a vehicle.

Finally, we ended back at the coffee shop.

“I had a great time,” I smiled as we stood outside the coffee shop.

“I hope I helped ease your tension about coming back,” Damien grinned.

“You did,” I replied.

I had only remembered the bad things that had happened here and pushed out all the good things I loved about this city.

Damien started walking away from me, but I grabbed him and pulled him back. It wasn’t against the rules for me to hug him.

I pulled him tight to me to make sure he felt my tits pressed against his chest. I know he was staring at them for most of the day.

“Have a great rest of your day,” I smiled.

“I will now,” Damien smirked.

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“Seriously!” Linda shouted again. “I guess I will have to find out myself!”

“You know the rules,” Rachel shook her head.

We were on our weekly video chat, and I was all smiles.

I loved these women. We knew Linda was teasing us. She knew there was no sex unless we had all approved.

“You can bend the rules a little,” Linda grinned.

“Well you do that,” Winona told her. “But I am betting even you won’t.”

“I doubt Damien would do anything,” I added. “He didn’t even grab my ass when I hugged him.”

“He didn’t even try anything with me,” Winona said. “He did tease me though.”

“So, what we are saying is there will a lot of teasing,” Sabrina said.

“Oh yeah,” Winona, Rachel, Teresa, and I said in unison.

“Great!” Sabrina shook her head. “I am next and the one that has been without sex the longest!”

“Good luck with that,” Michaela laughed.

“Fuck you!” Sabrina lifted a finger.

Michaela and Sabrina were best friends and almost sisters. Soon they would be joining us in New York.

“Just try and not show cleavage,” I laughed.

“Right,” Sabrina shook her head. “Like I am going to see a boob guy and not show cleavage?”

“He is definitely a boob guy,” Rachel added.

“Definitely!” Teresa smirked.

“Well he hit the jackpot with all of us,” Linda smiled.

That was true; all of us were way above the average in the boob department. Rachel was the smallest, and even by average standards, she was big.

Sabrina was next, and we all knew she would have something fun to do on her date. We ended the call on a good note.

I walked to the window and looked out at the city.

“Welcome home,” I nodded as I looked at the lights of New York.

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