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Big Girls
by
Eusabiana


When I was a young man in junior high school, I was fortunate enough to hook up with the town slut. Not only did I hook up with her, but she fell into a weird kind of love with me, dragging me along with her on her campaign of dick sucking and cum guzzling across Fort Worth and Dallas.

Linda was the daughter of my father's secretary. I was eleven when we first met, she was four years older than me, already fifteen and in high school. She was only about 5'3” but she had an enormous rack since she was ten. Her breasts were huge, 38 to 40 DD cups depending on the time of the month, and her nipples were very prominent, protruding through any garment she wore. She had long, dark hair and medium brown eyes, a nicely turned nose and round, rosy cheeks and had an ability to go from a seeming total airhead ditz to a sex bomb in just a head turn. She would become very dominant sexually towards me from the very instant we met. I will be honest, she could get me to do anything she wanted.

The first time I met her, my parents were hosting a Christmas shindig and Linda was to be babysitting me and my little brother. She arrived with my father, he had brought her home with him from his office. I was curious to meet our new babysitter and as they came in from the garage, I was right by the door into the house. The door to the garage let out into a small front foyer shared by a closet door and the front door to the house and the living room. My father came through first and didn't pause as he patted me on the head and mumbled something about pee as he shot off down the hall. Moments later, these gigantic tits walked into the little hallway with me. She strode into the small foyer and I was completely transfixed by her boobs. I looked up into her face to confirm she was a young girl. She was looking at me, watching me take in the magnificence of her rack.

“You must be Ben,” she said, stepping right up to me as she closed the door behind her. She didn't step away when the door was shut, she leaned forwards towards me. I was only eleven at the time and was just starting my growth spurt that was going to propel me to 6'5” in just a few summers. My face was even with her giant, gray sweater and the wool stood out nearly an inch from the tips of her jugs, beautifully silhouetting her thumb-sized nipples. They were inches from my eyeballs and filled my entire field of view. I stepped back in reflex when she approached and was now pressed with my back against the front door. Her scent filled my nostrils, a mixture of perfume on her sweater and old cigarette smoke.

“You are so cute,” she added, as she stopped just as the finest of the wool hanging off the shaggy sweater straining to cover her boobs began to brush my cheeks. She bent down a bit and leaned forward and now my head was pinned to the wall, my neck resting in the deep valley of her cleavage, the incredible softness of tits gently cradling my jawline. I was dumbstruck, I was overloading on textures and smells, the wall pressing against the back of my head, solid, immovable; the teenage flesh cradling my head so incredibly warm and inviting. She leaned her head forward and planted her lips on mine. I had never kissed a girl, and had never even thought about it! And now some girl I had never met was forcing her tongue into my mouth. I recoiled out of instinct even though there was nowhere to go. I felt her fingers grasp my nipples through my thin t-shirt and she began to squeeze them in rhythm to her moving tongue as it explored my now open mouth. Her mouth tasted of mints and cigarettes and her, my little cock was rock hard and I found myself loving every minute of the attention she was giving me.

She broke us apart by pushing off the wall quickly as we heard my mother talking to my father as she came from the bedrooms towards the front of the house. Linda gave my nipples one last pinch, gripping hard with her thumb and forefinger while twisting and ripping away, leaving me gasping for air, red-faced, nipples on fire and my cock straining to get free and to do, I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew damn well I wanted something from her, her warmth, her taste, those tits.

By the time I had recovered, Linda was in the living room talking with my parents as they rushed around to get out of the house. Dad had us all help load the car with the goodies for the party they were hosting at a small lounge across town. Mom was late again, as usual, rushing around at the last minute, yelling and hollering about things no one could understand and wouldn't have cared about if they could. Twenty minutes late, in a tremendous flurry of activity, the parents left.

My brother and Linda went to the living room to watch TV and I went to the bathroom. I stood over the toilet and jacked my little dick furiously. I had never jacked off before and hadn’t really discussed it with anyone before but my body knew what to do, and my hand was a blur as I pounded my way to glory. My nostrils were filled with her smell and I could still feel the wonderful warmth of her huge tits. I was cut short when there was a knock at the door and Linda demanded entry.

I hurriedly did up my pants and flushed the toilet. I unlocked the door and it flew open and she pushed into the bathroom with me. She looked around suspiciously, like she knew I was up to something but she wasn't sure what. Then she looked me right in the eye and grinned while she pinched the head of my cock through my pants. She gripped it hard and firm, rolling her fingers as she pinched, grinding my underwear into the sensitive flesh of my dick. The feeling was a flash of lightning across my nervous system, pain an pleasure, pleasure and pain. I ground my teeth and hissed but for some reason, I didn't try to pull away or remove her hand, I just stood there and looked into her mischievous, beautiful eyes and let her torture me. When she saw that it hurt but I wasn't resisting, her eyes got brighter and her other hand came up and started pinching her nipple through her sweater like she was my cock head.

I grabbed the right nipple with my fingers and began duplicating the pressure and rhythm she was using on me. This was exactly what she wanted and she moaned. I apparently wasn't exerting enough pressure for her liking because she got a mean look in her eye and clamped down on my little peener with excruciating pressure. I retaliated immediately on her nipple which is, again, exactly what she wanted. She bit her lip and her eyes rolled back as I tried my damnedest to rip her nipple completely off her tit. Her hand went slack on my dick as she pressed me against the vanity and leaned on me. Completely on me, my back arched backwards, the faucet of the sink pressed against the back of my head and her legs on either side of my hips as she began to grind her pelvis directly on my hipbones. The warmth pouring out of her center and onto my groin, through my pants and down my legs was exquisite even as I felt my spine and hips would shatter at any moment. She shuddered, spasms wracked her body as she ground me into the counter top. The heat and pressure on my cock was tremendous and I was in complete, head-over-heels love with Linda.

She slowly pulled away, her body limp and she staggered back. I grabbed at her hands and pulled both of us upright. She looked at me with a wide, spacey grin and slowly, lovingly kissed me. This wasn't the kiss she'd used before, this one was slow and gentle, filled with tenderness and love. Oh shit, this girl had me. I would do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted.

She broke off the kiss and went to the toilet, dropped her pants and sat to pee. I just leaned there and watched, the sound of her urine splashing into the bowel loud in the quiet room. When she was done, she stood and made a production out of wiping, allowing me to look at a vagina for the first time. There was a triangle of brown hair, lighter than that on her head, and then her puffy lips. From later experience, I know now that her pussy was very large. When she closed her legs, her pussy protruded in between her thighs, smashing and grinding on it every time she moved. And her clitoris was huge! It was more than two inches long and when she stood to face me, it appeared to be a very long nose jutting from just below her pubic patch. Looking back, it is no wonder she was in a constant state of horniness, her fat pussy was rubbed and stimulated by her legs every time she moved and it also explained why she always wore very tight jeans, and ,unless she was on her period, no underwear.

My little brother barged in just as she finished zipping her pants. We left him to do his business and went to the living room. She was behind me in the hallway and I was very aware of her presence behind me, warm and soft. I also became aware of a wet spot on the front of my pants, right on top of my zipper and over my cock. I stopped and she passed me, continuing on to the den. I reached down and felt my pants, rubbing hard on my cock as I did. She had soaked my pants completely when she was grinding on me! I thought the warmth was just body heat when she was doing it, but now I was realizing that she had peed on me! I was simultaneously aghast and aroused. The thought of her peeing on me was gross, but the warmth, the embrace, the passion with which she did it made me want her to do it all over my body. I rubbed my hand in the wetness and brought it to my face. I smelled my fingers and I nearly swooned. It was the first time for me to smell a woman's arousal and I didn't need a biology class or half-truths of friends to know what it was. It didn't smell like pee, it smelled like sex. I felt my underwear and she had completely soaked me through to the skin. I was so hard it hurt. I worked my cock through the hole in my Y-fronts so that I was trapped between my wet jeans and my wet underwear.

I went to the living room just as my brother reappeared. We all settled on the couch to watch some TV, my brother on one side of her and I on the other. We d****d a big quilt across us and we all snuggled together and watched Christmas specials. Nothing untoward happened for a couple of hours, we just chatted and cuddled, me pressed into her side, her left arm over my shoulders, my brother ending up asleep with his head at one end of the couch and his feet in her lap. It was very late and the news was coming on but my brother was sleeping and neither she nor I wanted to move. I was so comfortable with my head resting on her breast and my hands tucked between us. She reached over and pulled my arm up with one hand while pulling up her shirt with the other. She then put my hand directly on her bra over her incredibly hot and hard nipple. I closed my fingers over nipple, feeling the silkiness of her bra contrasting with the hard knot of flesh beneath. She moaned so very faintly, more a quiet exhalation of breath, and I grew bold. I reached up and over the top of the cup, jamming my hand down into her bra and grasping her nipple directly and began a rhythm of pulling and twisting.

She let me do this for a moment but then pulled the blanket over our heads while pulling her sweater and bra completely up to her neck, freeing her huge tits. They fell on my face so soft and warm. Linda grabbed the back of my head and forced my face into her bare breasts. Nature driving me, I latched on to one of her enormous, thumb-sized nipples and began suckling and chewing on it. She began rubbing her pussy with her other hand, starting slowly, both our paces increasing with her breathing, propelling us towards something nameless, something never before described to me and something for which I had no name, but it was a something I wanted so very badly! She went through another set of spasms like she had in the bathroom earlier, but not as violent, these were slower and more drawn out. She gripped my hair and crushed my face into her tits, her hips doing a slow roll and mewling very softly. I could smell her pussy again, trapped under the blanket with both of us panting, oxygen running out, she leaned over my head and put her mouth to my ear, I could hear and feel her lightly panting breath in my ear and the sensation is electric! My cock strains, her tongue sending bolts of fever lightning directly to my crotch.

“I love you, Ben,” she whispered into my ear. I was filled with a warmth and happiness unlike any I had ever felt and the garage door opener came on. Its rumbling was vibrating the house slightly, startling Linda and me. She jumped up from the couch taking the blanket and her delicious tits with her. Before I could object, she had spun around and flipped the quilt through the air and it landed back over me and my brother. She had her sweater down but scampered up the hallway to the bathroom.

My parents entered and brought Linda's mom with them. They were having a grand time carrying in the debris left from the party but I pretended to be asleep with my brother on the couch. Eventually, Linda and her mother left but not before Linda came to say goodnight to me. The parents were all out on the front porch, bidding her mom farewell and Linda came over to where we lay on the couch. She said good-bye to my little brother but he didn't react. He could sleep through a car wreck. She then leaned over me and d****d her cleavage around my neck and kissed me a soft, lingering kiss, our tongues slightly touching. Then her mother yelled out for her to come along and she was gone.

It would be three years before I saw Linda again. A lot of changes occur in a boy between eleven and f******n and Linda powered my imagination for most of it. I shot up to over 6' tall and skinny as a rail. Linda appeared to stay the same size, but I am a terrible judge of those sorts of things. I know that when I met her again, she was still in possession of an incredible set of tits but now she was eighteen and had matured in all sorts of ways. She was now a senior in high school and lived with her brother and mother on the other side of town.

One day, my mother told me that she and my little brother were going to see my grandmother out of state. My father was giving evening seminars all weekend and I had no desire to go to either thing and so arrangements were made that I would spend Friday night and Saturday night at Linda's house. Her mother was out with her boyfriend and Linda came to get me in her pickup. I hadn't seen her in years and the last thing she had said to me was to tell me she loved me. Now she was showing up after school on Friday and I was going to spend a weekend with her at her mom's house!

I was as nervous as hell. She wouldn't remember me and I would be all butt hurt, I was sure of it, but when I opened the door she was running right at me.

“Ben,” she yelled as she wrapped around me in a huge hug. “You've grown so much! I can't believe how tall and handsome you are!”

It was disconcerting. My memory was telling me she was so much bigger than I, but now her face came to the center of my chest and I could lean forward slightly and rest my chin on top of her head. Her tits were being smashed into my stomach as she ground herself on to me. I could feel her thrust her pelvis forward and her hot, fat pussy was pressing through her jeans right onto my left thigh. I tensed my leg muscles and ground against her pussy as she squeezed me. She pressed her face to my chest and began nipping at my nipple through my shirt with her teeth and her hands pulled my ass cheeks apart as she pressed into my thigh. We stayed like that for about a minute and then she broke the clinch, pushing away and straightening her hair, trying to look casual but her cheeks were red and her eyes bright.

“Have you got your stuff packed,” she asked. “We're going to have fun tonight!”

We loaded my little bag into the truck and took off. She was a terrible driver, she smoked with one hand, grabbed at my dick with the other and steered with her knees and elbows. She jabbered away, talking in a rush about her plans for us that evening. Her friend Carlos was coming over and we would all be going to the movies together, a new flick she wanted to see, 'The Breakfast Club'. I was excited about spending the evening with her but was a little disappointed her boyfriend would be there. She continued talking, driving badly, playing with the radio, chewing gum, smoking cigarettes and rubbing my legs and thighs whenever she had a moment.

She was doing it again, hitting me like a ton of bricks. I had no idea about this girl, I had never had a proper conversation with her, didn't know anything at all and I was willing to kill for her. She was the most sexual person I had ever met. She loved sex, doing it, talking about doing it, remembering when she had done it, planning to do it again.

We made it to her place alive and she parked out front on the street. We went inside and she offered me a soda which I accepted. I followed her down the hall to her bedroom. On her bed was a boy. He was a senior named Carlos. She introduced us and then dragged me onto the bed with her. Carlos sat Indian-style at the end of the bed flicking his cigarettes into a giant ash tray and I ended up being the big spoon to Linda's small spoon, my head propped up on one arm while the other rested lightly on her hip. We chatted away, well, they chatted, I just listened for the most part.

Carlos was rather effeminate. He had long, black hair that he wore with very long bangs so that he could peer at you from behind it. He wore all black, very tight clothing. He was the first goth k** I had ever met. His voice was soft and quiet but he was very funny. He was slim and cute and I thought it was odd when Linda started slowly grinding her ass back against my lap as she talked to him but if he noticed, he never batted an eye. Wasn't he her boyfriend? My cock was raging hard and she was sliding her ass crack up and down across it.

I knew all about masturbation and coming by this time and I wanted to jam my cock into her fat pussy and blow a load into her belly, but Carlos was there and other than the slow grind we were doing, she was playing it straight. After about twenty minutes of this delightful torture, Carlos pulled out a joint and lit it. I had smoked pot before so when he handed me the joint, I just took a nice, even draw on it, held it and exhaled slowly. I took another quick hit and passed it to Linda. She hit the joint and passed it to Carlos.

“Shotgun me,” she told him. He smiled his cute smile, took a deep hit and then leaned forward and pressed his lips to her's and blew the smoke into her lungs. He sat back and I watched as she exhaled a stream of smoke. The pot was making me silly. I could feel a light-headedness wash over me and I ground my cock into her crack with a hard, steady pressure. She returned the pressure and I could feel my pants getting warm from our groins.

“Do Ben next,” she told Carlos. He took a long hit off the joint and leaned forward over Linda and pressed his lips to mine. I had never done this before and I could hear Linda telling me to inhale deep and then he started to blow the smoke into my face. I wasn't ready and some of it got out and he grabbed me by the back of the head and jammed his lips over mine and pushed this stream of acrid smoke deep into my lungs. He didn't let go when he was finished, his hand holding my head still while his exhale turned into a kiss. I had never even thought about kissing a boy before and here he was slowly brushing his tongue across my lips. The pot was hitting me and his lips were so soft and I felt my lips open and I invited him into my mouth. It quickly devolved into a make out session, with me exhaling the smoke through my nose as we never stopped kissing. It was every bit as good as kissing Linda, but a little different, his tongue was muscular and demanding, wrestling my tongue into submission. I was really getting into it, I used the hand on Linda's hip to reach down and spread her ass cheeks and wedged my still-covered cock into her valley. She was watching from inches away and she was really gripping my cock with her ass cheeks, massaging it in long, hard squeezes of her muscles.

After that hit, we smoked the rest of the joint like that, the three of us taking turns shotgunning and making out. I refused to think about Carlos being a boy, I just went with the feelings, the wonderful feelings from kissing these other people. We made out in this fashion for another twenty minutes and then Linda announced it was time to go to the movie.

We got up, got organized and went to the movie theater. I wouldn't have been able to tell you what the movie was about afterward. It would be years before I actually saw the movie, and I had been there opening night! I was far too distracted by Linda. We sat in the back row in the middle with her between Carlos and I. Throughout the entire movie, Linda was rubbing my dick. She used her hands and then kicked off her shoes and planted her feet in my lap. She was making out with Carlos while she slowly crushed my dick and balls with her foot. Every time I tried to move, she would press me back into the seat with her feet on my balls, smashing them until I stopped squirming and then going back to crushing and rubbing. I quickly got the idea and reached up her leg until I found her mound. It was not hard to find, as prominent as it was, and I began exerting the same type of pressure and motion on her pussy with my hand as she was to my cock.

I noticed during a brighter scene that Carlos had worked his hands into her shirt and was pinching and twisting her nipples. When she came, she clenched her thighs together around my hand as tight as she could and began to shudder. She pressed her foot into my cock so hard and with such passion that I came in my shorts. The orgasm was blinding, thundering through my body and filling my shorts with my copious boy seed.

The movie ended shortly after and I went to the restroom. I found a stall and cleaned up the mess in my pants as best I could, but most of it had soaked into my underwear so I took them off and put them in my jacket pocket. Returning to the car, I could feel my balls swinging free in a manner I wasn't used to, having never gone commando before. When I caught up with the other two, they were arguing about something. They left off when they saw me and I climbed up into the middle of the bench seat. She drove us home in relative silence. Their argument wasn't over, just suspended, and the mood went sour.

When we got back to Linda's, Carlos just walked away from the truck without saying a word, across the yard and away into the dark. I followed Linda inside and she grabbed some beers from the fridge and took them to her room with us. She cracked the window and lit a cigarette and some incense. She turned down the lights and turned on the radio to some light rock. We sat on her bed and drank our beers. I mooched a few drags from her cigarette and then she lit a joint. We talked about nothings until the second beer.

“Why'd Carlos go storming off,” I finally asked.

“I told him I was going to fuck you tonight,” she replied calmly. “He got upset. I tried to get him to stay but he wouldn't.”

“I'm sorry,” I said. My head was reeling. “You told your boyfriend that you wanted to fuck me?”

“He's not my boyfriend,” she said with a laugh. She finished her beer and motioned for me to do the same, I chugged it, not liking the stuff anyway. She took the can and set it on the floor and then crawled on top of me, dragging her giant tits across my body from foot to head. She did the pin-my-head thing with her cleavage and smiled down at me. “I never said he was my boyfriend. And I didn't tell him that I wanted to fuck you. I told him that I was going to fuck you tonight.” She leaned down and kissed me for a moment then pulled back far enough to talk.

“And he left because he was jealous,” she told me, looking me in the eye.

“Well, if he's not your boyfriend, why is he jealous of me?”

She laughed. “He's not jealous of you, he's jealous of me,” she said. “He wants to fuck you too, and I told him all he could do was watch.”

I was shocked. She plunged her tongue into my mouth and began undressing me. She pulled my shirt up over my head and then attacked my belt and zipper. As soon as she had my fly undone my cock popped out and she grasped it and let out a long moan into my mouth. I was being bombarded with feelings and emotions and thoughts and my head was spinning with pot, beer and sex. Did she just say that Carlos wanted to have sex with me? But I wasn't gay! Kissing a guy didn't make me gay. I didn't even enjoy it that much. Well, okay, I had really enjoyed it but that was kissing. And then all thoughts of Carlos were washed away when Linda took my dick into her mouth.

The first impression was of cold and wet. She had been drinking beer and her mouth was cooler than the blood in my cock and it was a bit of a shock, but after just a few long sucks, and she had everything down there heating up. I lay there and let her mouth work it's magic, pulling her long hair back over her shoulder so I could watch my cock go in and out of her luscious lips. She began ripping my pants down my legs, stopping to pull off my shoes, while never letting my cock out of her mouth. She pushed me all the way onto her bed, pushing, pulling, tugging and pointing as she arranged me as she wanted. I was soon flat on my back, head on her pillows, her mouth working my cock while she straddled my right leg and worked her hot crotch on my ankle and shin.

She was still wearing her pants and the heat and humidity pulsed through the denim and onto my shin. I began pressing up with my leg, forcing the top of my shin deep into her valley. She moaned around my cock and began furiously sucking, her head moving up and down like a Singer sewing machine. It was all too much and I gripped her hair and began thrusting my hips into her face.

I came in a blaze of color, fireworks, all of that. I hadn't told her I was cumming, it never occurred to me to do that and it would have been a waste of breath, because she wanted my load and she was determined to get it. As the first waves of my orgasm wracked my body, she let out a loud moan and stopped moving her head and let me come in her mouth, each spurt of cum bringing another loud moan of pleasure from Linda.

The moment passed all too quickly, and I fell back to the sheets, spent. She worked my cock like a champ, she had swallowed every drop and never let go, her tongue and lips working my cock like a nursing babe. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. I tried to pull her head off of me but she resisted, still working my spent cock. It was starting to get really painful and I tried to pull her head away but she grabbed me by the wrists and held them next to my side and, even though I topped her by a head, she easily outweighed me by 50 or 60 pounds and she pinned me to the mattress easily. It was excruciating, her tongue on my over-sensitive cock head, rubbing and sucking. After a few more sucks the sensitivity died down and I was able to finally relax, only she had made me thrash around so much that I never got the post-orgasmic slump, when you just want to drift off, content. She had me bucking and shaking, trying to get away from her so much that I was wide awake and as she just kept nursing, I could feel her sucking the blood back into my cock.

I lay back and just let her work and when my shaft was turgid again, I slowly started humping her mouth. She pulled off, the room air slapping my cock with a chill hand, popping to her feet. I watched as in just 4 or 5 swift, sure moves she shed her pants, shirt, bra and panties. She looked at me looking at her and she grabbed her massive tits, pinching the nipples as she walked towards me, slinking at me like a predator stalking prey. As prey, I was any predator's dream. One look and I was on my back, legs spread.

“I've been waiting for you to grow up, Ben,” she said as she leaned her thighs against the mattress, her fur covered pussy just inches from my face. “I knew I would be your first.”

I reached out and slid my hand between her legs, feeling the heat and dampness. She moaned and covered my hand with hers and pressed my fingers into her mound while thrusting her pelvis across the palm of my hand. It was an awkward angle so I sat up and spun until my feet were on the floor. A wave of pure a****l lust over rode all my sensibilities and I stood, picking her up by her crotch, my other arm sweeping around her shoulders and I swept her up in the air, spun on my toes and dropped her on her back onto the bed, her moans turning to yelps of surprise and delight when I let her fall and then dropped between her legs.

She looked up at me with wide eyes. "I guess you aren't a little boy anymore," she said with a grin. "Now, like my pussy!" Her hand pushed my face down towards her crotch and I was soon nestled in the V of her legs, face to face for the first time with a real live vagina. I hadn't a clue as to what to do and I reached out and felt her pussy. Her outer lips were softer than the finest velvet and warm against my fingers. I slid up and down her crack once, twice and then they parted and my fingers fell into her, the slickness of her rushing out and covering my hand. My first and second fingers slid directly into her canal right up to the second knuckle and were nestled in heaven. My already hard cock spasmed as I felt her interior. She grabbed my wrist and guided my hand and fingers up to the top of her channel and to her very prominent clit. I grabbed it with my finger tips and slowly started jacking up and down her clitoral shaft and she gasped aloud, grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into her crotch. Her smell was overwhelming, intoxicating me and I sucked her clit into my mouth, loving the way it felt and tasted and most of all what it did to Linda.

She howled loudly, one hand gripping my head to her clit and the other digging into the blankets with tremendous force, her hips thrust upwards into my face, her pelvic bone nearly breaking my nose and making me see stars, but as she had done to me, I reached up and grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the mattress and I began working her clit exactly as she had my cock, copying the moves she had made on my dick just minutes earlier on her clit now. I had always been a quick learner and she bucked hard but I rode her like a rodeo cowboy, not only staying on for more than 8 seconds but making it look good while I did it.

After an uncounted amount of orgasms in about ten minutes, she was covered in sweat and slack against the bed. I had taken pity on her and had relented on her clit and worked her whole pussy with my lips and tongue. She was gasping for breath and she was weakly begging me to stop, so I slid up her body, stopping for a bit to chew on those wonderful nipples. She pulled my head up and slid down until she could kiss me, her tongue jamming deep into my mouth, her passion rekindling as we kissed.

We made out then, just two naked bodies pressed together, lips entwined and thighs interlocked, feet rubbing over each other slowly, sensuously. It was a long moment of bliss, no thoughts, just the taste and feel of her, the scent of her: perfume and sweat and cigarettes. As we kissed, she slowly moved us around until she was above me, straddling my torso, warmth from her vagina on my lower stomach, my cock aching and straining. She took me by the wrists and pinned them together above my head with one of her hands while she reached back and slowly slid the head of my cock across her slit. The feel of her heat and slickness on the tip of my dick was exquisite. She was looking at me with hooded eyes, her face a picture of sex and desire. She stared me in the eyes, slowly riding her hot pussy across my shaft, increasing pressure until I could feel her clit and the hair on her mound grinding into my skin. With a quick move she lifted my shaft and slid straight down on it.

“Oh, Ben,” she cried as her ass slammed into my thighs and dropped her face to mine, her hair becoming a curtain around our heads and in this little space our breath intermingled, out lips touching and grazing, sometimes biting and chewing as she made me a man. The tightness and heat and wetness and love rode over me and I began pushing into her, pulling her nipples as we melted together in the blanket of her hair.

She rode me for a very long time and, at points, was grinding her pelvis down onto my crotch so hard I thought she was going to snap off my dick. She eventually sat up and I could see the clock on her bedstand and we had been going at it for more than 3 hours! I felt tired but there was no way I was going to stop this!

As if reading my mind, she began rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm slowly building me to my orgasm. She propped herself over me, increasing the tempo, her delicious tits hanging down into my face. I began to suckle her nipples, switching from one to the other, sometimes squeezing both of them into my mouth at once. I could feel a tremendous pressure building, deep in my balls, deep in my stomach. Deep in my chest it was building, my breathing increasing, my pumping up into her taking over her rhythm, soon pounding into her, this feeling unlike any orgasm I had ever had boiled up in me and I was riding the brink. I was just there on the edge of brilliant lights and infinite blackness, straining to do it, straining not to do it because then it would all be over, and the she started a slow, steady moan, syncopated by my thrusts into her.

“Come in me, baby,” she whispered. “oh God, yes please come in me, Ben! Come in me!”

That was too much, it was those words that took me over the brink and I came. I sank in to her as far as I could go as I began to groan, my spurts filling her with my seed. She squeezed my head into her tits and ground her pelvis back onto me, groaning as she came too. I continued to fuck her well after my orgasm. I filled her pussy with my cum and then I continued to churn it around in her, wanting to get her pregnant, wanting her to be mine. She rode me as well, dragging me up into her, telling me how she could feel my come in her and how happy she was that she was the one to get my first load.

Eventually, the steam ran out. It was nearly 4 in the morning and it had been a long day. She got up and went to the bath room and came back with a warm washcloth that she used to clean me. She started by wiping my face then hands and then crotch. She kissed the head of my dick quite sweetly, slid up to my face and kissed my lips just as sweetly.

“I love you, Ben,” she said. She said it again! It had been years since she had told me that first time and I had spent quite a long time pondering upon my response, so my answer came flashing out of my mouth before I realized.

“I love you too, Linda,” I blurted. She smiled at me and kissed me sweetly again.

“I know you do, Ben,” she whispered. “I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me. I knew it from the moment I saw you in the hallway of your house. You were so short! But I knew right then that you were mine.”

It struck me a bit odd, the way she phrased that last bit. I didn't remark upon it at the time but later I was to learn exactly what she meant. I assumed she meant WE were meant for each other, but she meant it literally. I was hers. But, hey, that's a completely different story.