Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed high school. I was decent looking, and standing at 6'2'' 200 lbs with a low body fat percentage, I checked off a lot of marks with girls. Add in the appendage in my pants, and the accompanying nick name it had received of Mark's Monster, and I did alright. The only issue I had now though, was that I had gone away to college, and while I did not think I was better than my old friends, I had definitely out grown them. A car pulled up at the foot of our drive and a woman's voice yell from inside, "Mark, is that you?" I knew the voice. Lindsey Jacob's mom, Camille, had been in my life for almost as long as I could remember. Lindsey had been my best friend until last fall, when, unbeknownst to me, I had done something to end that.
Camille on the other hand, well she held a special place in my heart. She was the first woman I ever saw naked in person. 14 and looking for Lindsey, I had walked into their house when she was laying in the back yard, sunbathing without anything on. She did not have the ideal body, but being a larger woman came with benefits. G cup breasts with dark red areolas and thick long nipples were on full display, and at the time, boobs were the most important thing to me. She was tugging at one of those luscious nubs, which made my hard on that much more intense. Couple that with the fact she had her legs open and was slowly caressing that hairy pussy of hers, and my education to women had begun. I do not know to this day if she knew I was there, silently stroking away behind the pillar in the living room, staring out into the yard, matching every movement of her fingers, but I had not cared that afternoon. I dropped the bag on the ground and walked down the drive to say my hellos. Looking down into the car, it was evident that those tits had gotten a little bigger since I was 14, as the cheap bra she wore strained to contain them. Without even a moment's notice, my mind flashed back to that day 5 years ago. Those damn things had to hang almost to her waist, I thought to myself.
"Ms. Jacobs... how are you?" I spoke trying to maintain eye contact and control the growing erection.
"Don't you Ms. Jacobs me Mark. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Cammy. I have known you since you were born." She scolded.
"Maybe a couple of more times." I laughed, "How is Mr.... I mean, how is Ryan?" Ryan was her husband. I always had thought he was a son of a bitch for the way he treated Camille. He was never home and from what I could tell, hadn't touched his wife in more than a decade. Lindsey had jumped all over me one day for saying it to her, and assured me, I had it all wrong, that her mother was the bitch and did not want to be touched.
"He is... well he is an asshole, but he is ok." She finally announced, "Have you seen Lindsey yet?" I shook my head slightly. "She hasn't returned a call or text in about three months." I sighed, "apparently I did something."
She waved her hand and added, "She is having a rough time with a couple of things. Boy problems. You should go see her. She is working at that clothing boutique on 5th. She might lie to you and tell you she doesn't, but trust me, she needs to see you."
I bit my lip. She had not been a part of that conversation and resulting string of text messages. She was very clear about her and my friendship and standing. I nodded and replied, "I will see what I can do. I have to have family time first. She smiled and grabbed my hand. My dick immediately jumped. "Thank you. Now I will let you get back to unloading." I watched as her car drove down the street and turned into the last house. Unloading. Oh, I would be unloading something later.
The next morning, after a quick run, shower, and lecture from my parents, I headed to the small boutique I had all but been ordered to go to. I pulled to a stop in the parking lot and sat in the car for a couple of minutes with the engine running. The shopping center was new and the small boutique looked as if it was a vintage clothing store. Inside, a woman who was the 2nd female I saw naked. Well actually, she holds number 2, 3, 4, 8, 10, 14, and 20. Nope, never slept with her, she just did not ever have a problem changing in front of me. Which is strange now that I think about it, because she was as straight laced as they came.
I got out of car and slowly walked to the door. Mustering all the courage I could, I pulled it open and strolled in. I was a little out of place. The shop specialized in only women's appeal, and I was obviously not in the market for that. A moment later, a woman who was no taller than 5' tall appeared in front of me. Looking me up and down, she smiled. I like when I get that reaction. I returned the favor, B cup, maybe 105 lbs. She could be fun. "Can I..." she began before getting interrupted. "He is here for me," that familiar voice announced with frustration, "Because he can't take a hint."
Materializing from behind a rack of clothes, she stood there. Tank top with a bralette underneath, in a long flowing bohemian skirt. She raven black hair was pulled back and her green eyes bore daggers into mine. "Hey." I said with an eyebrow raise and smirk. Lindsey rolled her eyes and sighed as she turned to walk away. "If you are done with him..." the blonde started. "No, I am not." She said walking to the back. "What did you do to her?" blonde asked. "No idea." I said just as confused, beginning to follow.
"Mark," Lindsey said turning her attention to a rack of clothes, "What do you want." If you are wondering what hunting and things of that nature can teach you about women, well, think of it like this, you do not approach a wounded or agitated animal straight on. I took a step behind a smaller, secured clothes rack and began. "Mom said I should come and talk to you. Your mom said I should come and talk to you. I would like to know what the fuck is your issue. Three months ago, you go scorched earth on me on the phone and text, and I do not even have a god damn clue what it was about." She stared back at me and I could see her frustration and slammed the hanger onto the bar. "Why don't we go back to the office." She said pointedly. I followed as she stormed through the small space and into an even smaller one.
Entering what was in reality a broom closet, I lent up against the small table that doubled as a desk. Lindsey squeezed beside me and then forced the door shut, giving her a full two feet to stand. "Did you fuck her?" she asked quietly. I stared at her in disbelief. First, I had no idea who she was talking about, I didn't exactly have issues finding women to spend time with after any word about the size of my cock got out. Second, while it probably wasn't the smartest move, but Lindsey and my lives were open books to each other. And third, no one I had slept with in the last eight months, since I left for college, had any connection with this city. "Who?" I asked exacerbated. "Don't do that, you know who?" she spat. "Lind, if I knew who the fuck you were talking about, we probably would have solved this three months ago." I said sternly.
She huffed in disbelief. Crossing her arms she shook her head. " I got a text, or should I say a pic from a mutual friend of ours." She spat again. I stood there. I either was completely and idiot or she was not being clear. For guys, she wasn't being clear, for women, I was an idiot, if you wanted to know how that will work out if I ever tell this story in public. "Ginny." She added. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Ginny was Lindsey's mortal enemy, if my easy going, peace loving best friend could have an enemy, little lone a mortal one. "Ok, Ginny..." I said, "Why would I fuck her? I'm not trying to catch an STD." She chuckled a little, but not the chuckle you get when you find something amusing, but the one you do when you are about to unleash hell. I stood up, waiting.
She ripped her phone out of her back pocket and started thumbing through screens. Opening an app, she shoved the screen in my face. Being 5'5'', her reach would have hit me in the nose had I not moved my head back quickly. "This.. How did she get this!" she demanded. She was almost screaming as tears started to well up in her eyes.
I slowly took the phone from her hand and looked at her. "What are you talking about." She covered her mouth as she began to quietly sob. I starred at her for a short minute and spoke, "Lind, what is this about?" she motioned to the phone and I slowly turned my eyes to the screen.
A dick. If you are not expecting a dick, and you see a dick, you have this shocked and sudden reaction to said dick. And ladies, I am sorry, I totally get your hatred of dick pics now.. "Whoa.... That's a dick." I stuttered. "Its your dick." She said angrily. I didn't want to look, but I forced myself to. "No, no that's not my dick." I said looking at it, "Not even close." Lindsey looked at me with amusement, "Really, then Ginny, Carlie, and Janie were all lying. Separately."
I laughed. I shouldn't have. The dick wasn't small, but it wasn't near as big as mine. "Sweetie, my dick didn't get a nick name like the Monster being like, what 1 and a half hands widths long. This is like 7 inches max. Plus, I shave and trim, I don't do let it grow wild. There are other differences, but we will leave it at that. Did you even talk to anyone you know that has actually seen my cock." For some reason, having to defend my cock to my best friend was starting to piss me off. "Also, haven't you seen it? We have gone skinny dipping."
She adjusted uncomfortably, "Show me!" she demanded. She reached back and locked the door. "I've never seen it and if you are telling the truth, you can prove it." Let's be clear on something, I do not usually mind showing a requesting woman my member. It's a good ice breaker if you are into that kind of thing, but Lindsey.... To prove my innocence... That struck me wrong.
"If you want to see it, you take it out." I hissed back, "But you are responsible for it." I looked at those green eyes as I watched her process the request. "I don't want to, but...but...Why her?" Lindsey pleaded. I took a step towards her and looked down at her. Something came over me and I decided to push the envelope a little. "I told you to take my cock out. I want you to unzip my pants, pull them down, pull my boxers down, then caress it until it is hard. You want to awaken the "monster", well then awaken it."
To my surprise, my independent, amazing best friend, did what she had been ordered to do. "Are you really mad that Ginny said she had a picture or that you did not get to see and handle it first." I requested sternly. She lowered her head and looked at the ground as she fiddled with my shorts. "I wanted to see it. I want to know why you never chose me."
I am not easily shocked, but that did it for me. It also turned me on and I could feel my penis start to grow. She had finished the button and had slid my shorts to the ground. She stood with mouth agape, looking at the tube of meat that was down my left inner thigh, head peeking out from the bottom, watched as it stirred. "I.. I...I believe you." She said quietly. I looked at her. "I did not say you were finished. You want to lay eyes upon it, so pull my boxers down.
She hooked her thumbs into my waist band and looked up at me. She inched closer and closer until she was pressed against my chest. I bent down a little as she looked up and kissed the pouty red lips. She began to melt against me as I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her up. Instinctively, she began to wrap her legs around me, grinding her crotch into my upper pelvis.
I started to nibble down her jaw to her neck, and then her collar bone. As I did, I pulled her further up and felt her body give to my wishes. I ran a hand up her back to her shoulder and pulled the strap of the tank top and the bralette off her shoulder, exposing her milky flesh just above her nipple. I felt her body tremble, and a small moan escape her as I finally exposed that bright red, thick nipple, a younger version of her mothers, and rub it across my lips. Slowly, I took a hold of it and pinched it ever so slightly between my teeth, flicking my tongue back and forth.
With my free hand, I moved it to her back side and pulled up the long flowing skirt that she had been wearing. Sliding it under, I ran my hand up the back of her thigh, until I found her ass. The small thong she was wearing was easily slid to the side and my fingers gently slipped into the part of her cheeks. Moments later, my thumb made contact with her little brown starfish, and my index and middle finger had slip under the little hammock of fabric and around a cunt that was both juicy and flowing with those juices. Sliding my fingers back and forth, she began to thrash a little, and moan a little deeper. She was mine now. I could have or do anything with her I wanted, and she and I both knew it.
I slid my thumb easily into the hot silky soaking cunt I held in my hands and withdrew it. Slowly, I repositioned it over her asshole and applied a little bit of pressure until it began to give. With my other two fingers, completely drenched in her juices, I began to tap out Morse code on her swollen, cranberry sized clit.
Within seconds, her body began to tense and her nipple straightened and hardened, then she exploded. While she did not squirt, fluids rushed out of her and saturated my already wet hand. I released my hold on her nipple and areola and she collapsed her head onto my shoulder, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
Burying two fingers inside her, I pushed them in and out of her rapidly, and in a flash, her body thrashed back and forth as she had her second violent orgasm in as many minutes. I lowered her to the ground and withdrew my hand. Lindsey bent over the table panting and starting to whimper.
"You are not finished yet." I announced. "You still have to free the monster." She turned her head slightly and looked at me with shock. "I believe you, we don't...." she started, but I interrupted. "You made the request, you wanted to see it, so see it.
I reached into my boxers and slowly started to with draw the semi erect penis. As it met the light of the room, it grew to its full size. 9 inches long and 6 inches in circumference, my cock had a slight curve upwards and was well defined, with veins pushing the skin upwards in many places. Lindsey, steading herself against the table stared in disbelief. "Holy shit." She muttered, "I...I...."
"You won't be taking him right now." I announced solemnly, "You haven't earned it yet, but I will let you get on your knees and worship him."
She began to protest but stopped suddenly, "What do you mean I haven't earned him..." But again, I stopped her, "You have to show me you are worthy of him. I know you are a virgin, and I will be the one to take that from you. But until then, you will make sure he is well taken care of, now kneel." I demanded.
She took her place at the altar of my cock and reached up and grabbed the base with one hand. Slowly she got a closer visual inspection. She then reached around and took hold of my thigh and moved her face with in cm of the monster. Extending her tongue, she made contact first with the underside of my shaft, next to my sack, and slowly drew the line up the shaft to the head. Then, she slowly ran her lips over the tip, soaking up any pre-cum with her lips, the same lips a little while ago, let loose a moan of ecstasy. She began her decent, taking first the head, the largest head she obviously had ever seen into her mouth. I could tell the two inches of meaty goodness was going to cause a struggle, but she continued, slowly pulling back and plunging forward. After a few minutes, she had only managed to get three quarters of my cock in her mouth before starting to gag, but she soldiered through.
Her lips created a suction that I had never felt, and the work her tongue did to my shaft as she swirled it around on each plunge was things dreams were made of. The more she did it, the harder I became. Finally, without warning, she plunged forward and took my whole length into her mouth. Locking down with her lips, she tickle the underside of the shaft. I had had it, I exploded down her throat and pulled out as fast as I could, not to cause her any more choking.
Unfortunately, in doing so, she let go of her grip and my large member spit cum over her face and into her hair as she also pulled back. In all the years I have been fucking, I have never seen that much cum released from my body. Cum hung from the crown of her head, her forehead, ear dripping on to shoulder, face, cheeks and finally, the single exposed breast and nipple I had ravaged earlier.
Pulling her up from her knees, she looked down ashamed of what she had down. My massive member hung at my leg, pressed up against hers through her skirt, dribbling cum down it.
She began to tear up and I felt the sobs begin and I pulled her tight. She needed something from me, I had just crossed the line and our friendship had become more complicated. Maybe the truth needed to be told. "Because I love you." I whispered. She pushed back a little and looked up at me through my arms. My cum was now covering my shirt and her body, her face smeared with the remnants of a life force I produced. "What?" she said through tiny tears.
"I never tried anything with you because I love you. I never pushed it because I did not want to hurt you or lose you. That's why." She dove into my chest again and began to sob. "I am sorry.. I am so sorry. I.. I just couldn't stand the fact you would share yourself with someone I hate. It hurts to know you have shared yourself with someone other than me.. .because you are mine and I am yours. I will do whatever you want, just promise me that it will be with me only."
I smiled as I looked at her. "I promise. Now clean up. I want to come to dinner tonight. Lose the panties, you won't need them." I ordered.
I snuck out the back and headed back home. Her dad wouldn't be home tonight, he had something on the side on Tuesdays nights, and her name was Jamie, or as I knew him in high school, James. That is a different story though. Her mom would probably be drunk by 9pm and passed out by 10. The meant I had Lindsey to myself for a few hours after that.
At 7ish, she called and told me to come over. As I reached the door, she her smile spread across her face. Much like her legs would later if I had my way. "Mom is in a mood. She is already a little sloshed. Two of the five bottles of wine are gone." She announced. I shrugged my shoulder and rolled my eyes. It worked out for me. Camille tended to lose undergarments and wear short and lose fitting clothes at home. Add to that the lack of inhibitions due to the wine and I would at least get a show.
Following Lindsey to the kitchen, her mom greeted me with a all encompassing hug and kiss. Not going to lie, it was a little sudden and awkward, but as she wrapped her arms around my, pinning my arms to my side, her shorts slid a little to the side, and the harry twat I had seen those years ago, made contact with my hand for 5 seconds of so.
Lindsey had moved to the other room to avoid her mom. I on the other hand, curled my index finger up and quickly flicked it back and forth, making contact with her wetness. Yeah, it was a risk, but I wasn't passing it up. Camille giggled a little and let loose. She was so drunk I do not think she even noticed. She turned and started to walk away. "Mom" Lindsey scolded suddenly, then nodded to her small shorts that had moved just enough to leave her pussy hair obviously exposed.
Camille fixed her shorts and looked back at me blushing as I drew my finger, that had been soaked I her juices, to my mouth and sucked it clean. Lindsey looked at her mom with disgust again and reminded her about dinner and started walking over to me. "Sorry, Tuesdays are always the worst." She stated, "I wish Dad would have kept James a better secret."
I shook my head and followed Lindsey to her room. "I think she goes by Jamie now? And can you blame your mom? Her husband is fucking a 18 yr old. Who, if I was into that, would get my vote." Lindsey shut her door and sighed, "When he cuts off his dick, he can be a she, until then, He isn't on my good side. And I don't care. She brought this on herself. From what I understood, Her pussy is probably so loose, she couldn't tell if anything was in it or not." That's good to know, I thought to myself. Wouldn't have any problems taking me should I get a chance. "What?" I asked suddenly as if surprised. Everyone knew Camille was a huge slut when she was younger. My dad fucked her for years, along with a lot of his friends, sometimes together. For some reason however, when she got married, she cut it out, told my mom once that she just did not like sex anymore. It wasn't her husband, she just didn't' really ever like it. Never got anything out of it. Lindsey rolled her eyes, she knew I knew the stories.
Changing the subject, I pinned her to the wall and pressed my lips up to hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and purred a little. "Lets check if you followed direction." I said as I reached down and lifted her skirt. Sure enough, her perfect little simp pussy, with wisps of hair, above, for a landing strip, was free to be viewed. "Good girl. You deserve a treat." I stated as I covertly locked the door and pushed her onto her bed. "Mark.... Not here, not now." She pleaded. "Shhh.. you did not get permission to speak. Lay down and be quiet. In fact, here." I demanded as I pulled a small ball gag from my pocket, "Put this on." "No." she hissed. "Now! I said so." I scolded again.
Reluctantly she did as she was told, sliding the leather harness over he had and putting the ball in her mouth. The pink ball situated between her lips caused me to smile. I had dabbled in BDSM, but this, this was taking her as my sub, and she was allowing me to do it.
I threw her skirt up, exposing her. I dropped to my knees and parted her legs. "I am going to reward you now. And you are not going to stop me." I started, "Do you trust me." She nodded her head empathically. "You can play with your nipples while I do this, but your hands can not go south of your waist." She nodded again. I could smell the sweet sent of her sex. I pulled my shirt off, I did not want her juices all over me, or at least my clothes when I had to sit down to dinner in twenty minutes or so. Slowly, I plunged one finger at first, into the tight little cavern between her leg. Like a suction, the resistance gave and my finger was eagerly eaten by the cunt mere inches from my face. I smiled and looked up to her. She had propped herself up with pillows and was watching my handiwork as she tweaked her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled on her right one.
The pussy was tight. I pushed the second finger in and felt her wince a little. I pushed a little slower now and turned my fingers so my palm was facing upwards. I curled my fingers upwards and slowly pulled them out and pushed them in, in a come hither motion.
Another nice thing about having a huge dick. In college, older more experienced women find out, some in college, some not, and you fuck a lot. In doing so, you also get to learn a lot of what will make women cry and beg for more. Let that be a lesson, keep learning, because if you want to be the best, you have to train. I moved my left hand under her ass and slid my thumb up her crack and over her glorious little hole. It was already drenched from the juices running out of the hot little cunt I was beginning to feverishly work, making the resulting pressure I placed cause my thumb to plunge into her abyss. She jumped a little as I slowed the entry and let her sphincter adjust. As it did, I slowly pushed more in and pulled it out, repeating as I wiggled it around to loosen it up a little.
A minute later, she began to squirm and I dropped my mouth to that beautiful little axe gash, dragging my tongue in and out of every fold. A deep guttural moan escaped her mouth, hard to understand. "Jesus Christ, I... I... I... goooonnnnaaaa.. Cummm." As I took her large swollen clit between my lips, I gently held it with my teeth and started to lick furiously. It was too much, Lindsey exploded, spraying liquid over my fingers and chest. I did not stop though. I licked faster, barley touching her sensitive clit with the tip of my tongue with each pass. This time, feeling her reload, I with drew my fingers from her pussy and replaced them with my mouth, darting my tongue into her, probing the insides of the pussy that not had clamped down onto it. Drawing my mouth over her opening, I moved my fingers to her little button and rolled them between them. My thumb had also been freed from where she had held it captive and I was using my left hand to pull her into me.
"Its.. its.... It.. eh.. toooooo.. muuuuuchh." She groaned and repeated with a whimper in a muffled voice. The high pitch panting and huffing suddenly turned into a slight scream as she erupted again. This time over, the stream was contained by my mouth. The orgasm, lasting twenty seconds or so, started to subside when I flipped her over. Now face down, I reached up and pushed her knees under her, pushing her legs together, and pulling her feet out to her side. Her juice was still in my mouth and I knew where I wanted to put it. How I wanted her to wear it. Grabbing her hand to not only steady her, but contain her, I dropped my face to that small sacred hole behind her. It was still a little gapping from my thumb. I created a suction with my lips and let the juices empty onto its entry. As they found an escape from my seal, I released my lips and slowly began to lick around the outsides of her forbidden delicacy. Flicking my tongue across, Linsey moaned and then started to shake again. The sensitivity of the area and our prior activities had been too much. She started to cry because of its intensity and begged me to stop through the gag.. Pulling back, and letting go, I watched as she fell to her side and curled up. She was shaking, writhing, and had goose bumps all over.
Slowly, I got up and grabbed her skirt and wiped my mouth off. I rolled her onto her back and crawled over her, on all fours, hovering above her. I pulled the ball gag out and tossed it across the follow into a basket. "I am going to have to get a better one of those. You shouldn't be able to talk." I smiled. She chuckled as she reached an arm up and locked it around my neck. She pulled me towards her and eagerly and savagely kissed me, mixing her juices with her saliva. I chuckled a little as I pulled away, as she held to my lower lip with her teeth. Suddenly, she released, "I have want it now. Take what is yours." She demanded.
"Tonight." I whispered. She shook her head. " I will play along with this domineering shit, but when I need to be fucked, you have to give it to me. I am serious. You can do anything, whenever, but if I tell you I need something, you have to let me have it. I need to know I have some safety or say. I can not be a full sub."
I nodded and slowly stepped back. I pulled my shorts down. She sat forward, ripped her shirt over her head and pulled the bralette off. "Skirt stays on." I announced. She nodded slowly in understanding and bent forward and pulled the boxers down. She gripped the dick that had gagged her hours before and slowly caressed it to life. As she did so, she locked her lips around the opening of the head and tongued and licked. With purpose, she took the growing monster into her mouth, falling to her knees as she did so. She reached one hand between my legs and caressed my asshole as I did hers, stopping only to drive her fingers into her pussy for lubrication and return them. With the other hand, she reached around and grabbed my ass check, using it to pull her self onto my cock like a tractor beam. Inch by inch, her mouth engulfed my member, and just a slowly, her finger found its way into my ass.
How did she know about ass play? Well her grandfather was a proctologist, and her grandmother a nurse, and both shared way to much, so she knew all the secret little tricks. Finding my prostate, she massaged it gently. My legs started to wobble as the growing pressure in my balls grew. She obviously felt it also, withdrawing her finder and pulling her mouth off my cock.
Gasping for air and whipping away the massive amounts of saliva that had started to gather on my cock and in her mouth because of the gagging, she laid back on the bed and spoke, "I want you to take me. The right way. Because it means something, because you feel something." She pleaded. I smiled and moved to the edge of the bed. "Ok." I said as I again hovered over her, kissing her lips ever so gently, moving my kiss to her earlobes, then to her neck. "Tell me if it is too much."
I reached down and positioned the head of my cock over the drenched and swollen pussy. Slowly and with purpose, I pushed inwards. She gasped as the first two inches of my cock head entered, pushing the sides of her perfect cunt outwards. Juices gathered at the entrance and adhered to my shaft as I pushed the next two inches in a few seconds later. I had found that if a woman was not use to it, you had to give her a little bit of time to adjust. She gasped. I looked up as I kissed her neck to see her grimacing. "You want me to stop, or slow down." She shook her head and through clenched teeth uttered, "No. I want to feel all of it".
I had made my way to her nipples and was thoroughly enjoying them when inches 7-8 made it into her. She had pulled her legs upward by that point to give me more entry space. "Lube.." She groaned, " drawer." I released her nipple from my grasp and reached across the small space to the beside table. Pulling the lube out, I flicked off the cap and lent up. I just poured it into the small shrinking space between us.
Lindsey wrapped her legs around me suddenly and pulled me into her. I caught myself as I collapsed forward. She huffed in triumph as my cock was fully seated in her. I could feel every bit of, as her insides pulsated around me. There was not any other space to be had in there. We gave it a second to let her adjust. A small moan escaped her. I slowly started to with draw, sitting up slightly to make sure there was enough lube to cut down the friction. Then as slowly as I pulled out, I pushed back in.
Her legs were wrapped one around my waist and the other had found its way to my shoulder. I smirked and let a small laugh escape as I kissed her neck. The pushing had steadily started to gain speed and force. "What." She moaned as she started to pant harder. "remind me to thank your parents for those years of ballet and gymnastics." I whispered into her ear as I went back to work, traveling down to her tits.
The small C cups were firm and starting to bounce with each thrust. I grabbed onto one of the long nipples and held it in place as she moved. Flicking my tongue over it, she pulled me into her chest and muttered, "more, give it all to me."
So I did. My monster began to destroy her twat. I could feel her juices covering it as each thrust found its way inside. Accompanying each penetration was almost a the same sound you would hear when windshield wipers went across a wet windshield.
I needed to see my handiwork. I grabbed her hips and pulled backwards, so that I was standing. While I had started to create distance between our pelvises, my 9 inch cock was still partially in her. The sight of sights, was the extended labia, attached to my shaft, almost as if it was having to be forced off. I watched it disappear as I pulled her into me and reappear as I pulled out.
Lindsey was a virgin, and while not all that shocking, a little bit of red fluid dotted my cock and the foamy, frothy cum that she had produced. I reached down and gripped her tit, pinching her nipple with one hand and dropped my other to her clit. With a few more stroke she started to build up to another orgasm. I wanted her holding onto me, but I didn't want her on the bed. I had to have her pressed up against me, taking everything I had. In one motion, I pulled her up to me. She slid down the full length of my fleshy sword and came to a rest at its hilt.
She gasped, and with out being told, pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, wrapped an arm around my neck and sat impaled on my cock. I looked to the mirror beside us. Her pussy and ass sad below my waist, being supported by my dick, legs angled above. She lowered her hand to her opening and slowly caressed the top of my shaft. "Finish in me." She pleaded.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her up a little. She slowly pet her clit and reached up and kissed my neck. I bounced her slowly at first. Listening to the slight sloshing and the rubbing of the tight pussy fight my large monster. Her orgasm again came, saturating me, giving me more fluid to work with. I picked up the pace. I needed to give her what she wanted. I wanted to give it to her.
Turning around, I pinned her to the wall and pumped with all my might, all my fury. The tight little pussy gripped and fought my cock as it pushed in and out. I could feel the frothy goodness gathering at my balls. I bent my head down and pulled her upwards so that her tit met my mouth. After a second, I had engulfed one areola and was doing my best to make the nipple so hard, it would cut me.
That was when it happened. The slight pull in my sac, the tensing of my core. I left her nipple, kissed her neck, then kissed her deeply. She wrapped both arms around my head and pulled me into her as my cock let loose the flood of cum.
It was not one squirt or two, it felt like my balls were emptying into her, everything I had. I could feel every little bit of it. There was no room in that small tiny pussy for anything but my cock. But I kept pumping her full of my cum. I had lost count at spurt number 7, but it seemed to go on for minutes afterwards.
I slowly walked her over to the bed, still inside her, her still glued to me. Tears started to escape her eyes. "I love you." She said softly. I gently laid her on the bad, skirt scrunched up and half soaked with lube, our juices, our cum. I kissed her one more time on the lips and rubbed my nose against hers. "I love you too."
I withdrew from her. And took a step back. Her pussy had been decimated. The gapping hole I had left had started to return to normal, but she and I both knew, it wouldn't be. I would take her more now, I would have her whenever she or I wanted each other. My cock was semi erect. Covered in a mixture of froth, cum, and other fluids, and because of it, it shined into the light. "I think you need a quick clean up." Lindsey said sitting up. Without warning, she leant forward and downed my cock. I could feel the suction, I could feel her tongue. A couple of seconds later, she popped up. I looked down and my cock was perfectly clean. "Your are welcome master." She said with a slight smile.
I pulled on my boxers, shorts and shirt and waited for her to put her tank top back on. Curiously absent was the bralette. Stopping in front of me, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and smiled. I bent down and kissed her, taking into my mouth all the flavors that our bodies had created. As I straightened up, she buried her face in my chest. "Tell me this won't change what we have? Our friendship." I shook my head and answered, "Only make it stronger."
"Lins...ay..... " a slurred yell came from the other room. "Dinner is ready." She shook her head. "I hate her. I just want someone to put her in her place."
We started towards the door and she stopped and turned. "You want to stay the night. Your parents won't care and I don't want to be alone with her." I nodded my head and pushed her towards the door. "Lets eat." I laughed.
Walking into the dining room, Lindsey sat at the opposite end of the table as her mother. It was not lost on me that it was next to where I was to seat, the head of the table. "Where is she." Lindsey said adjusting, "And this is uncomfortable. I like you in me, but I don't like sitting in a puddle." I smiled and answered, "I will go see where she is and get the food."
The kitchen smelled wonderful. Camille was a lousy messy drunk, but she could cook. Quietly, not to startle her, I walked though the door way to see her thrown back in the chair, passed out, with her fingers knuckle deep in her massively hairy pussy. The other hand had fallen away from her massive tit, which was pulled out the side of the tank top. It startled me when she muttered in her sleep, "God he has a massive cock.....And he is just wasting it on that stupid bitch......I can't believe she couldn't put it in her mouth the first try." I stared at her for a second. She had been watching us. But how? Then it dawned on me, the jack and Jill bathroom that connected Lindsey's and the guest bedroom. We had not checked it, or locked the door, and the screaming and grunting didn't help.
I did not want to cause an scene, and I knew if I left her there, Lindsey would walk in and see the shit show that was happening. As much as I enjoyed it, she would not. I walked over to Camille and put her arm around my neck, pulling her up. She stirred as her other tit slipped form the confines of the old top. "Oh... are you going to fuck me like you fucked her. She is a stupid little girl. Her pussy isn't as good as mine." She slurred quietly. "Camille, come on. Lets get you to bed. You can dream of my cock there."
She leaned against me, and bumped into things as we turned the corner and then another. Her shorts had fallen to her ankles and she was in the process of stepping out of them when we got to her door. "Did you know my husband likes dicks. He would suck you dry. You could tear him a new asshole and he would love it." She muttered. I smiled as she turned to me, "I will keep that in mind. Why don't you offer to peg him. I bet he would love that." She huffed and let out a short laugh. "He isn't good enough for me. I only want that young cock in your pants."
With that, she reached down and slid her hand into my pants and ran it along the length of my cock. "I would let you do anything to me, I wouldn't even make a request like that bitch daughter of mine." She spat.
I dumped her on her bed, and in doing so, her hand pulled my cock out. I stood there dumbfounded for a minute as she was mere inches from it. With out thinking, I sunk a finger into her slit and thumbed her clit. I bent over and put her tit in my mouth and sucked. With in a minute, she started to moan and juices flowed out of her. She reached over and put her mouth on my cock, taking as much as she could. Making it 5 of the 9 inches, she stopped and started to gag. I kept pumping her clit and nibbling on her nipple until her orgasm peaked. I pushed my cock in the extra 4 inches, as she choked on it sliding down her throat. Pulling it out, I slapped her face with my dick, connecting with her eye and cheek. She sat there stunned, still drunk, still in a stupor.
"You will not talk about this. Ever. You will not talk down about your daughter again. Ever. You have felt my cock now. I will decide if you ever get to do that or see it again. Keep spying on us. I want you to. I want you to see your daughter's tight pussy taking this massive dong. I want you to be jealous of her. You know what. When the time is right, I will let her decide if you get it. And last, I want to know how it tasted, her and me."
Camille looked at my cock as I put it back in my shorts and the put her tits back in her shirt. "ok... I agree. And... I want it again." She hung her head as she sat there.
I shook my head in disgust. "Get some sleep slut, you are going to have to clean up our mess tomorrow.
I left the room, closing the door behind me. Picking up two plates, I saw Lindsey sitting there impatiently. "What took so long." She demanded. "Your mom was a bit of a mess. I got her to bed." I said nonchalantly. "Anything else?" She asked suspiciously. "no, just had a come to Jesus with her. Told her to shut her mouth about you and to be nice, or I would let you have at her." She stood and kissed me. "You are my hero. And the cum draining down my legs is turning me on... Want to skip dinner?"
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