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It's been said that necessity is the mother of invention. That may be true, but in a lot of cases, it's just plain dumb luck, as in this case. I have, I think, inadvertently stumbled upon a new way to get laid. Granted it will never be one-hundred-per-cent effective but at least it worked once, and that's a hell of a lot higher success rate than most of things I`ve tried over the years.
But first let me bore you with some background. The millions of dollars the government spent on AIDS education in the eighties and nineties were not wasted on me. All the television ads and pamphlets made a lasting impression on me. For that reason, as much as I hate condoms, I never have unprotected sex. And, I must say, there have been a few times when I was in a position to land in some pretty good looking pussy that I had to turn it down because I didn't have a boot. Yeah I know... it's like going swimming with a raincoat on. But when you think of the alternatives, even with a rubber, pussy is still pretty damn good. Anyway my point is that I try to always keep some condoms on hand; a few in the drawer beside my bed at home and a couple in the glove box of my car.
Anyway back to my story. It was time to restock.
The embarrassment of buying condoms is something I overcame a long time ago. Unlike some guys I don't find it necessary to go into a store and buy a dozen items that I don't need in hopes that the cashier won't notice the rubbers. I'll go into any store, no matter how big or small, and pick up a box of rubbers. I don't care if there's a gray haired old lady that looks like my mother at the register. I figure buying condoms just shows that I'm a healthy, socially conscious man with a natural sexual appetite. After all, think about it, even the old lady who looks like your mother isn't likely to be a virgin. And I figure it's highly possible at some point in her life she's tuned some guy down because he didn't have a condom. Anyway on this particular day there was only one cashier working, a pretty young brunette who looked to be about twenty years old, young enough to be my daughter.
I'm not a big guy and I don't have illusions of having a monster cock. But when they came out with the new larger sized condoms I gave them a try. I found that they were more comfortable and I didn't have to stretch them as much to get them on. That meant less chance of tearing.
Anyway, without a care in the world I marched right up to the check out stand and laid a box of magnum condoms on the conveyor. The pretty young thing, her name was Lori I learned later, scanned the box then looked up at me with big brown eyes and smiled. With out a word she put my purchase in a bag and waited while the register printed my receipt.
I thought it unusual but didn't say anything when she ripped the receipt from the machine and, before handing it to me, turned it over and wrote something on the back.
I waited until I got back to my car to read her note. In large, neat script she had written: "I like big ones, but they are so hard to find." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. In fact, I was so shocked it took me several minutes to decide what to do.
Finally, I went back inside. She was standing at the register with one hip thrust outward resting her weight against the counter. I began to really check her out for the first time. She was tall, at least five seven. A big girl all over, I guessed her to weigh around a hundred and forty or fifty pounds. Her low slung jeans barely covered the crack of her ample but very round ass. Suddenly very self-conscious, I looked around the store to see if anyone was watching. I decided no one was.
Taking a deep breath to settle my nerves, I walked up behind her. She must have sensed my presence, because I was only a few feet from her when she turned around.
She smiled widely. "Hi, I wondered if you'd come back." She was looking straight at me, her big brown eyes shinning. I looked for some sign of embarrassment in her face, there was none.
I could, however, feel my own face turning red and feeling flush. Finally, I managed to mutter something like. "I got your note. What does it mean?"
She never flinched or hesitated. "It means just what it says. I like big ones, and trust me I know, they are very rare. Do you have a big one?"
Her abruptness and lack of modesty where beginning to make me feel pretty uncomfortable. "I don't really know. I try not to think about it." That was true. I try not to think about the size of my dick. When I was younger I used to worry about such things. But I eventually figured out that it didn't really matter. I had what I had and if it wasn't enough then there was nothing I could do about it. I had also learned over the years that size is a subjective thing, even to women. Just like when you stand in the shower. One day it may be pumped and heavily veined. Then the next day, your cock is all shriveled up and looking like something you might see in a junior high locker room. It's the same with women and their pussies. A cock that today might feel like it's ripping her apart may feel like a pencil to her tomorrow. That's just the way it is.
Still smiling, she allowed her eyes to drift down to my crotch. Just the conversation was causing my dick rise and I could feel it pushing against my jeans. I was standing there feeling like a clumsy teenager with a hard-on for his teacher, looking around to see if anyone was watching or hearing all of this when she looked up again. Very nonchalantly, as if she were talking about the price of coffee, she said, "You've got my curiosity up anyway, and that's making my panties wet. You want to give it a go or what?"
I was dumbfounded. I looked at her innocent young face and tried not to imagine shoving my cock between her thin c***d-like lips and down her young throat. I should be ashamed, I thought, but I wasn't. My dick just got harder.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
She laughed. "Of course I'm serious." She looked up at the clock. "I get off from work in fifteen minutes. I can be home and in the shower in thirty. That is if you're one of those guys that need to have to have your pussy squeaky clean. If not I can skip the shower. I don't know how you feel about pussy, but I kind of prefer a man's cock to be manly. A little sweaty, clean but not freshly scrubbed if you know what I mean."
I looked around again. Was anybody hearing this? Hell, I wasn't sure I was hearing it. I couldn't believe I was standing in the middle of a nationwide chain store, listening to some girl half my age talk about the erotic aromas of cocks and pussies. I shrugged and tried to sound as cool as she did. "Yeah, I'd really hate for you to wash away that fresh juice you say is dripping from your pussy." As hard as I had tired though, I knew I didn't sound as carefree as she had.
Suddenly my mind changed gears. Was this a set up? What if there was some big asshole waiting at her place to knock my head off and steal my cash and credit cards? My mind was racing as I looked down at the sweet little girl that was offering me her body. Think, my brain was screaming. Are you sure you want to do this? This is just too easy. I smiled. "There's a motel two blocks from here."
She never stopped smiling. "Sure if that's what you'd prefer." She looked at the clock. "Wait here. I'll be right back. I'm going to go clock out."
True to her word she was back in less than five minutes. Ten minutes after that I was unlocking the door to room 206 of the local Budget Inn. I closed and locked the door behind us. When I turned around she was standing by the foot of the queen sized bed. Suddenly she didn't look so bold or intimidating. She looked nervous, and unsure of herself. She looked vulnerable.
"Are you okay," I asked.
She shrugged. "Yeah, it's kind of funny I guess. I've never gone to a motel with a strange man. I mean... somehow it seems different. Taking you back to my place was like no big deal. But for some reason a motel makes it seem different." She laughed. "You know... as crazy as it sounds, it makes it seem cheap."
"I don't know about cheap. All I know is that anytime I get into a motel room it seems, well, sort of sexy to me. The whole room is about the bed. The bed is the featured item in the room, and everything else is built around the bed. The bed is what we came here for, for the sex. Going to your place would have been like, well, like getting acquainted, or being on a date. I like this better, keeping it casual. But if you want to call it off, we can."
I was trying to explain the motel and maybe tweak her sense of adventure. But it had sounded like she might be wanting to back out. I could feel my dick shrinking as I spoke.
She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "No. I want what I came here for." She stepped forward and grabbing my face pulled my head down toward hers. She kissed me hard and wet, her tongue darting between my lips. I could feel her heavy young breasts against my chest and my dick began to rise again. She broke the kiss as suddenly as she had initiated it. Falling to her knees she began to unbuckle my jeans, tugging them, along with my baby blue boxers down over my hips. My cock sprang free in all its glory, standing tall and proud. She rocked back on her haunches and stared at it. Grasping my cock between her long slender fingers, she pulled the foreskin back, unveiling the head. She stroked my steadily growing tube twice, squeezing it hard.
"It is big," she said just before licking the first drops of juice from the tip. She rolled her eyes upward. "I've never seen one that...you know hasn't been..." She hesitated searching for the word.
"Circumcised?" I said.
She nodded and turned her attention back to my aching cock. She rolled the skin back and forth a couple of times, going way forward until the head was completely covered, and then pulling it all the way back. She seemed to be fascinated by how freely the skin moved back and forth, making it easy for her to stroke me. I have a lot of foreskin, which hangs an inch or two down beyond my head when I am soft. So when I get hard there is enough skin left over to keep most of my head covered when I get hard. Once it is pulled
back, it tends to stay back.
"That feels good," I said softly as I thrust my hips slowly forward and back to match her strokes.
"It's so easy to jack you off with that skin," she said. "It's kind of fun."
"I know," I laughed. "I do it all the time."
She looked up into my eyes as I gave her a shit-eating grin. Then she giggled, lowered her chin and sucked the head between her warm moist lips. I watched, weak kneed, as about half my cock disappeared into her mouth. She repeated the motion three or four times, the head of my cock bumping the back of her throat each time. Then I saw her open her mouth wide, and in one slow steady movement she swallowed my entire length. Holding my extremely hard cock in her mouth for a long moment, I saw her nostrils flare
as she struggled to breathe.
I could have easily dropped my load right then. I had to fight the urge to spray the back of her throat with my hot jizz. Visions of her swallowing
my load as she struggled to keep from drowning in cum filled my head. But I fought the impulse and held back the massive burden that screamed at my brain to be released. Instead of flooding her warm mouth with lusty jizz, I took her gently by the shoulders and guided her to her feet. Starting with the blue cotton vest that bore the store's name, I began to undress her. She stood perfectly still as I pulled her knit top over her head and unfastened the clasp of her bra. When I pulled the cups away from her milky white globes and slid the straps over her shoulders, as massive as they were, her big round breasts barely dropped at all. Her skin was young, firm and as smooth as marble. The gigantic orbs stood out from her chest erect and proud. Her firm white mounds were tipped off by puffy pink nipples that seemed, at least to me, to be begging for my attention. I answered the call, sucking one and then the other between my teeth gently biting each rubbery tip. Then, using my palms, I pushed them together as one so that I could get both of her tender young nips in my mouth at once. I teased them, gently holding them between my teeth as she urged me on. "Harder."
I was more than willing to accommodate and held her overwrought nipples between my teeth as I mauled the still maturing teats with the tip my tongue.
Had I not been so excited I could have played with those luscious tits all day. Instead though, I pushed her onto her back onto the middle of the bed and started pulling at her jeans, tugging them over her hips and down around her ankles. I suddenly realized in my haste I'd forgotten to remove her sneakers.
When she finally lay naked before me I had to stop and gaze in amazement at the voluptuous young body that awaited me. I allowed my eyes to drink in her beauty, starting with her sparkling brown eyes and slowly letting my gaze drift down past her fragile shoulders to her bulbous white breasts. Her waist was long and narrow. Her mildly rounded belly bulged slightly just above her black, neatly trimmed pubic hair. As my focus reached her pussy she spread her legs slightly; just enough for me to see the swollen lips of her tender young cunt. Her pussy was ready and between the tufts of closely cropped hair I could see traces of moisture leaking from between the inner lips. As she opened her legs a little farther, her slit seemed to part almost magically, welcoming me. Suddenly, I knew how Moses had felt when the Red Sea opened up before him.
I could see her watching me intently, never taking her eyes off my throbbing cock as I finished undressing.
Then as I ripped the foil package between my teeth and began to roll the condom over my cock I saw her smile. I took a step toward her. And, as if instinctively, like she was reading my mind, she spread her legs wider. Still standing, I took one of her ankles in each hand dragging her toward me until her ass was resting on the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs even wider, opening the gash between her legs even more, I pulled her glistening hole toward my waiting dick. As agile as an athlete she raised her hips to just the right height. Then, grasping my cock in her hand she guided the head toward the opening of her slippery hole. Just as I started to push my cock in she pulled back, looking at me with pleading eyes. "Slowly," she said, "I want to watch." That said she once again placed the tip of my cock against her wet opening. Holding her legs apart with my upper arms, I grabbed a handful of her ass in each hand, my fingers barely making an indentation in her voluptuous, but taut cheeks as I pulled her to me.
Her heat burned through the thin layer of latex that separated us, making it hard to restrain from plunging my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could. When at last my balls were resting against her sweet young ass I paused, waiting for further instructions.
"That's good," she cooed. "Now, don`t move." I did as she asked and watched as she lowered her hips withdrawing from me until just the tip of my cock was still buried inside her quickly sloppy hole. Next, slowly she raised herself back up until once again she had all of me within the deep confines of her warm wet cunt. I had to grit my teeth and hold my breath for a second to control my urge to fuck her wildly. I wanted to pound my cock into her, savagely emptying my aching balls.
She must have read my mind because she said, "just be patient. I promise I'll make it worth your wait."
I watched my cock slowly reappear then disappear inside her again. After a few torturous minutes of this she pulled away completely leaving my cock to sway in the cool breeze of the air conditioner. As she did, she took my hand and pulled me toward the bed, gently guiding me onto my back. Without a word, she straddled my hips and with expert fingers guided my cock back into her hole. She did all of this in one easy motion.
This time there was nothing slow or gentle about it. She sucked my meat up into her cunt all the way in one quick motion. Leaning slightly forward she ground her hips against me; massaging her clit against my throbbing pole. It was only a matter of seconds until her eyes rolled back into her head and she held up one finger as if to say; I'll be with you in a moment. Her entire body stiffened, her face flushed, and her breasts seemed to balloon even larger right before my eyes. Then I felt the pulsing between her legs, her cunt throbbing, squeezing me. Suddenly, I felt the cool rush of her juices leaking from her pussy onto my balls.
She regained control quickly and leaned forward, her hot tits mushrooming against my chest. Putting her mouth right next to my ear she said in a throaty whisper, "That's why I love big cocks. They make me cum soooo hard." She sat up again. The look on her face was fierce. "I'm yours. Take me anyway you want." This nymphet had a split personality almost virginal one minute and a wanton devil the next. I didn't know which I liked better.
I took her at her word and roughly rolled her off of me and on to her stomach. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast. I wanted to treat her like the whore she was. I slapped her hard on the ass leaving a bright red handprint on her delicate white cheek. "Come on bitch raise up here so I can fuck you from behind."
She didn't protest or hesitate. She immediately dropped her upper body flat against the bed and raised her ass as high as possible. With one hand on each ass cheek she spread her cunt wide, exposing herself completely from her clit to her smooth brown asshole. Her cunt, the same hole that had been so tight and small at first, was now enlarged and stretched, the lips around it swollen and thick.
Seeing her this way just made me hotter. I didn't wait. I couldn't wait. I pushed my cock into her without remorse, not stopping until my thighs slapped against the back of hers. I smiled as I watched her bury her face in the pillow clawing at the bedspread with her fingers. I rose up high; squatting flatfooted on the bed for leverage. Tightly gripping a handful of ass in each hand, I used my thumbs to stretch her skin, opening her up even wider. I showed no mercy and she asked for none. Between gritted teeth she prompted me. "Harder," she said in a muffled gasp. "Fuck me harder."
I pounded into her again and again, pulling her ass hard against me with each plummeting stroke.
She raised her head off the pillow and looked over her shoulder. Her face was red and her eyes seemed to flash fire. "That's it? That's all you've got? I thought you were going to fuck me. Come on tear my pussy up."
Her taunting took me to new heights, heights I've never known before or since. My meat was so hard it felt like it would burst out of it's skin. The explosion that I'd been fighting so hard to control only moments ago now suddenly seemed unreachable. My cock felt like a throbbing tooth. I gritted my teeth in pain. But even that seemed to fuel my fire even more. The more I hurt the more I wanted to hurt. I'd never felt anything like it. My cock screamed at my brain for relief. My aching meat was straddling that fine line between torture and ecstasy. Sweat dripped from my brow, momentarily forming small puddles on her backside and slowly leaking down the crack of her ass. Then just when I thought I could stand no more, I was ready. I was preparing to empty my balls when all of a sudden I saw it looming there before me. Right there less than an inch from her frothing cunt was the prettiest little brown hole I'd seen in a long time. "I want your ass," I said. "I want to fuck your tight little asshole with my big cock."
She looked over her shoulder again and with a menacing grimace that seemed to be daring me she said. "Do it. Stick it in my ass."
I didn't hesitate. I pulled out of her pussy and holding my inflamed tool like a weapon aimed my cock directly at her puckered little asshole. I expected her to flinch or resist when I pushed the head into the tight little ring. Instead she humped her ass up to meet me. Without so much as a groan or a whimper, she willingly gave her bunghole to me. She was giving me everything she had, holding nothing back. And I was more than willing to take it. I hadn't pounded her ass more than twice when I felt the inevitable coming from deep within my balls. I had found the release I'd been looking for. I let out a loud groan and buried my dick as deep in her backside as it would go. My balls resting against her open cunt could feel the heat radiating from within her.
Suddenly she started laughing uncontrollably. Between giggles she said, "Very good. Oh yeah I can feel your cock throbbing inside me. Come on baby let it all go. Empty your balls."
I did and when I my nuts were empty I fell over onto my back. I was finished. I was toast, done for, and I assumed she was too. But I was wrong. As quick and agile as a cat she was leaning over me tearing the condom from my shrinking pole. ` Bending over me, she glanced up at me just long enough for me to see the mischievous sprite in her dark evil eyes and the devilish smile on her lips. Without hesitation, she sucked my raw cock into her mouth. She refused to let it die, pulling stroking and sucking. She was relentless as I tried to pull my oversensitive meat away. But she was too strong. With my semi-hard dick between her lips she looked up at me and in a garbled voice said, "Don't fight it, trust me."
Somehow I managed to fight the urge to throw her off of me, and after the initial painful sensations passed I felt my cock growing again. Then almost immediately I felt another load building. Just as suddenly I was exploding in her mouth.
She never missed a drop as she sucked me dry. This time I was finished. I fell back on the bed and dropped into an almost comatose sleep.
I only slept for a few minutes but when I awoke she was gone. The only thing left of our encounter was the condom on the floor where she'd tossed it, and a note on the dresser. In the same flowing script as on the receipt she'd written: "that was great, but it's really not that big."
I could have had my feelings hurt, but I didn't care. I had just had an experience that would rank right up there with the best ever, and that was good enough for me.
But first let me bore you with some background. The millions of dollars the government spent on AIDS education in the eighties and nineties were not wasted on me. All the television ads and pamphlets made a lasting impression on me. For that reason, as much as I hate condoms, I never have unprotected sex. And, I must say, there have been a few times when I was in a position to land in some pretty good looking pussy that I had to turn it down because I didn't have a boot. Yeah I know... it's like going swimming with a raincoat on. But when you think of the alternatives, even with a rubber, pussy is still pretty damn good. Anyway my point is that I try to always keep some condoms on hand; a few in the drawer beside my bed at home and a couple in the glove box of my car.
Anyway back to my story. It was time to restock.
The embarrassment of buying condoms is something I overcame a long time ago. Unlike some guys I don't find it necessary to go into a store and buy a dozen items that I don't need in hopes that the cashier won't notice the rubbers. I'll go into any store, no matter how big or small, and pick up a box of rubbers. I don't care if there's a gray haired old lady that looks like my mother at the register. I figure buying condoms just shows that I'm a healthy, socially conscious man with a natural sexual appetite. After all, think about it, even the old lady who looks like your mother isn't likely to be a virgin. And I figure it's highly possible at some point in her life she's tuned some guy down because he didn't have a condom. Anyway on this particular day there was only one cashier working, a pretty young brunette who looked to be about twenty years old, young enough to be my daughter.
I'm not a big guy and I don't have illusions of having a monster cock. But when they came out with the new larger sized condoms I gave them a try. I found that they were more comfortable and I didn't have to stretch them as much to get them on. That meant less chance of tearing.
Anyway, without a care in the world I marched right up to the check out stand and laid a box of magnum condoms on the conveyor. The pretty young thing, her name was Lori I learned later, scanned the box then looked up at me with big brown eyes and smiled. With out a word she put my purchase in a bag and waited while the register printed my receipt.
I thought it unusual but didn't say anything when she ripped the receipt from the machine and, before handing it to me, turned it over and wrote something on the back.
I waited until I got back to my car to read her note. In large, neat script she had written: "I like big ones, but they are so hard to find." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. In fact, I was so shocked it took me several minutes to decide what to do.
Finally, I went back inside. She was standing at the register with one hip thrust outward resting her weight against the counter. I began to really check her out for the first time. She was tall, at least five seven. A big girl all over, I guessed her to weigh around a hundred and forty or fifty pounds. Her low slung jeans barely covered the crack of her ample but very round ass. Suddenly very self-conscious, I looked around the store to see if anyone was watching. I decided no one was.
Taking a deep breath to settle my nerves, I walked up behind her. She must have sensed my presence, because I was only a few feet from her when she turned around.
She smiled widely. "Hi, I wondered if you'd come back." She was looking straight at me, her big brown eyes shinning. I looked for some sign of embarrassment in her face, there was none.
I could, however, feel my own face turning red and feeling flush. Finally, I managed to mutter something like. "I got your note. What does it mean?"
She never flinched or hesitated. "It means just what it says. I like big ones, and trust me I know, they are very rare. Do you have a big one?"
Her abruptness and lack of modesty where beginning to make me feel pretty uncomfortable. "I don't really know. I try not to think about it." That was true. I try not to think about the size of my dick. When I was younger I used to worry about such things. But I eventually figured out that it didn't really matter. I had what I had and if it wasn't enough then there was nothing I could do about it. I had also learned over the years that size is a subjective thing, even to women. Just like when you stand in the shower. One day it may be pumped and heavily veined. Then the next day, your cock is all shriveled up and looking like something you might see in a junior high locker room. It's the same with women and their pussies. A cock that today might feel like it's ripping her apart may feel like a pencil to her tomorrow. That's just the way it is.
Still smiling, she allowed her eyes to drift down to my crotch. Just the conversation was causing my dick rise and I could feel it pushing against my jeans. I was standing there feeling like a clumsy teenager with a hard-on for his teacher, looking around to see if anyone was watching or hearing all of this when she looked up again. Very nonchalantly, as if she were talking about the price of coffee, she said, "You've got my curiosity up anyway, and that's making my panties wet. You want to give it a go or what?"
I was dumbfounded. I looked at her innocent young face and tried not to imagine shoving my cock between her thin c***d-like lips and down her young throat. I should be ashamed, I thought, but I wasn't. My dick just got harder.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
She laughed. "Of course I'm serious." She looked up at the clock. "I get off from work in fifteen minutes. I can be home and in the shower in thirty. That is if you're one of those guys that need to have to have your pussy squeaky clean. If not I can skip the shower. I don't know how you feel about pussy, but I kind of prefer a man's cock to be manly. A little sweaty, clean but not freshly scrubbed if you know what I mean."
I looked around again. Was anybody hearing this? Hell, I wasn't sure I was hearing it. I couldn't believe I was standing in the middle of a nationwide chain store, listening to some girl half my age talk about the erotic aromas of cocks and pussies. I shrugged and tried to sound as cool as she did. "Yeah, I'd really hate for you to wash away that fresh juice you say is dripping from your pussy." As hard as I had tired though, I knew I didn't sound as carefree as she had.
Suddenly my mind changed gears. Was this a set up? What if there was some big asshole waiting at her place to knock my head off and steal my cash and credit cards? My mind was racing as I looked down at the sweet little girl that was offering me her body. Think, my brain was screaming. Are you sure you want to do this? This is just too easy. I smiled. "There's a motel two blocks from here."
She never stopped smiling. "Sure if that's what you'd prefer." She looked at the clock. "Wait here. I'll be right back. I'm going to go clock out."
True to her word she was back in less than five minutes. Ten minutes after that I was unlocking the door to room 206 of the local Budget Inn. I closed and locked the door behind us. When I turned around she was standing by the foot of the queen sized bed. Suddenly she didn't look so bold or intimidating. She looked nervous, and unsure of herself. She looked vulnerable.
"Are you okay," I asked.
She shrugged. "Yeah, it's kind of funny I guess. I've never gone to a motel with a strange man. I mean... somehow it seems different. Taking you back to my place was like no big deal. But for some reason a motel makes it seem different." She laughed. "You know... as crazy as it sounds, it makes it seem cheap."
"I don't know about cheap. All I know is that anytime I get into a motel room it seems, well, sort of sexy to me. The whole room is about the bed. The bed is the featured item in the room, and everything else is built around the bed. The bed is what we came here for, for the sex. Going to your place would have been like, well, like getting acquainted, or being on a date. I like this better, keeping it casual. But if you want to call it off, we can."
I was trying to explain the motel and maybe tweak her sense of adventure. But it had sounded like she might be wanting to back out. I could feel my dick shrinking as I spoke.
She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "No. I want what I came here for." She stepped forward and grabbing my face pulled my head down toward hers. She kissed me hard and wet, her tongue darting between my lips. I could feel her heavy young breasts against my chest and my dick began to rise again. She broke the kiss as suddenly as she had initiated it. Falling to her knees she began to unbuckle my jeans, tugging them, along with my baby blue boxers down over my hips. My cock sprang free in all its glory, standing tall and proud. She rocked back on her haunches and stared at it. Grasping my cock between her long slender fingers, she pulled the foreskin back, unveiling the head. She stroked my steadily growing tube twice, squeezing it hard.
"It is big," she said just before licking the first drops of juice from the tip. She rolled her eyes upward. "I've never seen one that...you know hasn't been..." She hesitated searching for the word.
"Circumcised?" I said.
She nodded and turned her attention back to my aching cock. She rolled the skin back and forth a couple of times, going way forward until the head was completely covered, and then pulling it all the way back. She seemed to be fascinated by how freely the skin moved back and forth, making it easy for her to stroke me. I have a lot of foreskin, which hangs an inch or two down beyond my head when I am soft. So when I get hard there is enough skin left over to keep most of my head covered when I get hard. Once it is pulled
back, it tends to stay back.
"That feels good," I said softly as I thrust my hips slowly forward and back to match her strokes.
"It's so easy to jack you off with that skin," she said. "It's kind of fun."
"I know," I laughed. "I do it all the time."
She looked up into my eyes as I gave her a shit-eating grin. Then she giggled, lowered her chin and sucked the head between her warm moist lips. I watched, weak kneed, as about half my cock disappeared into her mouth. She repeated the motion three or four times, the head of my cock bumping the back of her throat each time. Then I saw her open her mouth wide, and in one slow steady movement she swallowed my entire length. Holding my extremely hard cock in her mouth for a long moment, I saw her nostrils flare
as she struggled to breathe.
I could have easily dropped my load right then. I had to fight the urge to spray the back of her throat with my hot jizz. Visions of her swallowing
my load as she struggled to keep from drowning in cum filled my head. But I fought the impulse and held back the massive burden that screamed at my brain to be released. Instead of flooding her warm mouth with lusty jizz, I took her gently by the shoulders and guided her to her feet. Starting with the blue cotton vest that bore the store's name, I began to undress her. She stood perfectly still as I pulled her knit top over her head and unfastened the clasp of her bra. When I pulled the cups away from her milky white globes and slid the straps over her shoulders, as massive as they were, her big round breasts barely dropped at all. Her skin was young, firm and as smooth as marble. The gigantic orbs stood out from her chest erect and proud. Her firm white mounds were tipped off by puffy pink nipples that seemed, at least to me, to be begging for my attention. I answered the call, sucking one and then the other between my teeth gently biting each rubbery tip. Then, using my palms, I pushed them together as one so that I could get both of her tender young nips in my mouth at once. I teased them, gently holding them between my teeth as she urged me on. "Harder."
I was more than willing to accommodate and held her overwrought nipples between my teeth as I mauled the still maturing teats with the tip my tongue.
Had I not been so excited I could have played with those luscious tits all day. Instead though, I pushed her onto her back onto the middle of the bed and started pulling at her jeans, tugging them over her hips and down around her ankles. I suddenly realized in my haste I'd forgotten to remove her sneakers.
When she finally lay naked before me I had to stop and gaze in amazement at the voluptuous young body that awaited me. I allowed my eyes to drink in her beauty, starting with her sparkling brown eyes and slowly letting my gaze drift down past her fragile shoulders to her bulbous white breasts. Her waist was long and narrow. Her mildly rounded belly bulged slightly just above her black, neatly trimmed pubic hair. As my focus reached her pussy she spread her legs slightly; just enough for me to see the swollen lips of her tender young cunt. Her pussy was ready and between the tufts of closely cropped hair I could see traces of moisture leaking from between the inner lips. As she opened her legs a little farther, her slit seemed to part almost magically, welcoming me. Suddenly, I knew how Moses had felt when the Red Sea opened up before him.
I could see her watching me intently, never taking her eyes off my throbbing cock as I finished undressing.
Then as I ripped the foil package between my teeth and began to roll the condom over my cock I saw her smile. I took a step toward her. And, as if instinctively, like she was reading my mind, she spread her legs wider. Still standing, I took one of her ankles in each hand dragging her toward me until her ass was resting on the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs even wider, opening the gash between her legs even more, I pulled her glistening hole toward my waiting dick. As agile as an athlete she raised her hips to just the right height. Then, grasping my cock in her hand she guided the head toward the opening of her slippery hole. Just as I started to push my cock in she pulled back, looking at me with pleading eyes. "Slowly," she said, "I want to watch." That said she once again placed the tip of my cock against her wet opening. Holding her legs apart with my upper arms, I grabbed a handful of her ass in each hand, my fingers barely making an indentation in her voluptuous, but taut cheeks as I pulled her to me.
Her heat burned through the thin layer of latex that separated us, making it hard to restrain from plunging my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could. When at last my balls were resting against her sweet young ass I paused, waiting for further instructions.
"That's good," she cooed. "Now, don`t move." I did as she asked and watched as she lowered her hips withdrawing from me until just the tip of my cock was still buried inside her quickly sloppy hole. Next, slowly she raised herself back up until once again she had all of me within the deep confines of her warm wet cunt. I had to grit my teeth and hold my breath for a second to control my urge to fuck her wildly. I wanted to pound my cock into her, savagely emptying my aching balls.
She must have read my mind because she said, "just be patient. I promise I'll make it worth your wait."
I watched my cock slowly reappear then disappear inside her again. After a few torturous minutes of this she pulled away completely leaving my cock to sway in the cool breeze of the air conditioner. As she did, she took my hand and pulled me toward the bed, gently guiding me onto my back. Without a word, she straddled my hips and with expert fingers guided my cock back into her hole. She did all of this in one easy motion.
This time there was nothing slow or gentle about it. She sucked my meat up into her cunt all the way in one quick motion. Leaning slightly forward she ground her hips against me; massaging her clit against my throbbing pole. It was only a matter of seconds until her eyes rolled back into her head and she held up one finger as if to say; I'll be with you in a moment. Her entire body stiffened, her face flushed, and her breasts seemed to balloon even larger right before my eyes. Then I felt the pulsing between her legs, her cunt throbbing, squeezing me. Suddenly, I felt the cool rush of her juices leaking from her pussy onto my balls.
She regained control quickly and leaned forward, her hot tits mushrooming against my chest. Putting her mouth right next to my ear she said in a throaty whisper, "That's why I love big cocks. They make me cum soooo hard." She sat up again. The look on her face was fierce. "I'm yours. Take me anyway you want." This nymphet had a split personality almost virginal one minute and a wanton devil the next. I didn't know which I liked better.
I took her at her word and roughly rolled her off of me and on to her stomach. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast. I wanted to treat her like the whore she was. I slapped her hard on the ass leaving a bright red handprint on her delicate white cheek. "Come on bitch raise up here so I can fuck you from behind."
She didn't protest or hesitate. She immediately dropped her upper body flat against the bed and raised her ass as high as possible. With one hand on each ass cheek she spread her cunt wide, exposing herself completely from her clit to her smooth brown asshole. Her cunt, the same hole that had been so tight and small at first, was now enlarged and stretched, the lips around it swollen and thick.
Seeing her this way just made me hotter. I didn't wait. I couldn't wait. I pushed my cock into her without remorse, not stopping until my thighs slapped against the back of hers. I smiled as I watched her bury her face in the pillow clawing at the bedspread with her fingers. I rose up high; squatting flatfooted on the bed for leverage. Tightly gripping a handful of ass in each hand, I used my thumbs to stretch her skin, opening her up even wider. I showed no mercy and she asked for none. Between gritted teeth she prompted me. "Harder," she said in a muffled gasp. "Fuck me harder."
I pounded into her again and again, pulling her ass hard against me with each plummeting stroke.
She raised her head off the pillow and looked over her shoulder. Her face was red and her eyes seemed to flash fire. "That's it? That's all you've got? I thought you were going to fuck me. Come on tear my pussy up."
Her taunting took me to new heights, heights I've never known before or since. My meat was so hard it felt like it would burst out of it's skin. The explosion that I'd been fighting so hard to control only moments ago now suddenly seemed unreachable. My cock felt like a throbbing tooth. I gritted my teeth in pain. But even that seemed to fuel my fire even more. The more I hurt the more I wanted to hurt. I'd never felt anything like it. My cock screamed at my brain for relief. My aching meat was straddling that fine line between torture and ecstasy. Sweat dripped from my brow, momentarily forming small puddles on her backside and slowly leaking down the crack of her ass. Then just when I thought I could stand no more, I was ready. I was preparing to empty my balls when all of a sudden I saw it looming there before me. Right there less than an inch from her frothing cunt was the prettiest little brown hole I'd seen in a long time. "I want your ass," I said. "I want to fuck your tight little asshole with my big cock."
She looked over her shoulder again and with a menacing grimace that seemed to be daring me she said. "Do it. Stick it in my ass."
I didn't hesitate. I pulled out of her pussy and holding my inflamed tool like a weapon aimed my cock directly at her puckered little asshole. I expected her to flinch or resist when I pushed the head into the tight little ring. Instead she humped her ass up to meet me. Without so much as a groan or a whimper, she willingly gave her bunghole to me. She was giving me everything she had, holding nothing back. And I was more than willing to take it. I hadn't pounded her ass more than twice when I felt the inevitable coming from deep within my balls. I had found the release I'd been looking for. I let out a loud groan and buried my dick as deep in her backside as it would go. My balls resting against her open cunt could feel the heat radiating from within her.
Suddenly she started laughing uncontrollably. Between giggles she said, "Very good. Oh yeah I can feel your cock throbbing inside me. Come on baby let it all go. Empty your balls."
I did and when I my nuts were empty I fell over onto my back. I was finished. I was toast, done for, and I assumed she was too. But I was wrong. As quick and agile as a cat she was leaning over me tearing the condom from my shrinking pole. ` Bending over me, she glanced up at me just long enough for me to see the mischievous sprite in her dark evil eyes and the devilish smile on her lips. Without hesitation, she sucked my raw cock into her mouth. She refused to let it die, pulling stroking and sucking. She was relentless as I tried to pull my oversensitive meat away. But she was too strong. With my semi-hard dick between her lips she looked up at me and in a garbled voice said, "Don't fight it, trust me."
Somehow I managed to fight the urge to throw her off of me, and after the initial painful sensations passed I felt my cock growing again. Then almost immediately I felt another load building. Just as suddenly I was exploding in her mouth.
She never missed a drop as she sucked me dry. This time I was finished. I fell back on the bed and dropped into an almost comatose sleep.
I only slept for a few minutes but when I awoke she was gone. The only thing left of our encounter was the condom on the floor where she'd tossed it, and a note on the dresser. In the same flowing script as on the receipt she'd written: "that was great, but it's really not that big."
I could have had my feelings hurt, but I didn't care. I had just had an experience that would rank right up there with the best ever, and that was good enough for me.
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