"That's it baby, give that cock to Hailey. Oh yeah, you fuck Hailey so good. Damn, you have one big cock, and it's all for Hailey. Come on, baby, keep fucking me. You're so good to my pussy. Don't stop now, whatever you do, don't stop now. AAAAAAAHHH, AAAAAAAAHHH, AAAAAAAAAHHH, AHHHHHHHH, OH BABY, BABY."
Anyhow, the last time I was fucked by a cock like this was in college right here in Cleveland, which is where I should start my story.
I left my home in suburban Philadelphia to attend college in Cleveland.
I met my roommates for the first time. Jackie from Richmond, Maggie from St. Louis and Reagan from Los Angeles. If you haven't guessed, I'm Hailey.
Our dorm was really a suite. We each had our own room with a bath, but there was a common room with a TV, which is where we all hung out, unless we were seriously studying or had a boy in there.
The college was a liberal arts school, and I should emphasize liberal. We could have boys over any time, day or night, and no one cared if they spent the night.
And speaking of boys, when we gathered in that common room, boys were usually the main topic of conversation.
By Christmas of our freshman year, we knew each other well enough to share the details of how we lost our virginity, and we all had.
None of us thought our experience was satisfactory. In other words, there were no fireworks; it wasn't all that romantic and we all hoped that here in Cleveland we'd find true love.
It didn't happen right away, not that we were a bunch of sluts or anything like that. If there was a guy we liked, we'd fuck him, but the next morning, we'd shake our head in frustration.
We were fucking the college boys who lived in our dorm, or the dorm across the street.
The four of us really liked each other, and we got a similar dorm suite our sophomore and junior years. Not only were we fucking guys in the dorms, but guys in the frat houses, too.
We always ended up discouraged and unfulfilled. We didn't know what to expect, but we expected so much more than these guys were giving us.
Our senior year we got a four bedroom apartment off campus. That changed things. We started going to local bars instead of just where college guys hung out. Not that there weren't college guys in these bars, it's just that they lived at home and not on campus.
One night, in the fall of our Senior year, Maggie went to a Happy Hour party at a bar. There was nothing unusual about that, but she ended up in bed with a guy in her class, who lived with his parents right here in Cleveland.
He couldn't stay the night, but the next morning, Maggie's smile couldn't have been any bigger, "Ladies, I found him. The guys I've been fucking have been 5's or less on a scale of 1 to10. This guy was an 11, maybe a 12." She was so happy and we were happy for her.
"You mean, he had 12 inches?" asked Reagan, with her eyes wide open.
"No, but it was at least 8," Maggie smiled. "My God, the things it did to me. My pussy is still quivering."
Maggie saw this guy the rest of the year. Just before Christmas break I ended up with a guy. When I got my hand inside his underwear, I was pleasantly surprised. It was big; bigger than any that I'd had to date.
Of course, I was going to let him fuck me. It was the best fuck of my life, up until then. Not only did he have a big cock, but damn, he knew how to use it. After he fucked me a second time, I insisted that he stay the night, I wanted it again in the morning. "I'm sorry, if I don't get home my parents will worry."
In the morning, "So Hailey, it sounds like you had a good night," Maggie smiled.
"Not a good night, a great night. Could you hear us?"
"I don't know about the ‘us' part, but we could hear you. At first, I thought you were hurt, you were screaming," Reagan laughed.
"Yeah, but then, we heard the headboard slamming against the wall."
"He must have been one great fuck."
"Actually, it was two great fucks, and I invited him for breakfast, but he had to go home."
In our last semester, Reagan met a guy in one of her classes. She brought him home, and they spent the afternoon fucking. How did we know? She was loud. She wasn't usually that loud, but damn, whoever that guy was, he had her moaning really loud. We could hear the bed squeaking.
Jackie had a similar experience, but she met the guy who rang her bell when she was shopping. He worked in the clothing store in town, and took classes part-time. The next morning, "damn, that boy can fuck," she said in her Virginia accent. She was happy as could be. You couldn't wipe the smile off her face all day.
It was a great senior year for all of us. Those guys were giving us the fuckings of our lives. We graduated and found good jobs.
Reagan went back to California, Jackie, the southern girl that she was, found a job in Atlanta. Maggie was hired by a big corporation in Chicago. As for me, Philadelphia was my home. I went back, married, but although we tried, I never did get pregnant. He blamed it on me, and asked for a divorce.
Reagan had a series of boyfriends, but nothing came of it. Jackie married in Atlanta, but within a year caught her husband cheating on her. Of course, she divorced him. As for Maggie, she married a Chicago attorney, but he was killed in a car accident just a year after their wedding.
We all kept in touch, but didn't see each other, except for those weddings, and sadly that funeral until ten years after graduation. We agreed on a girls only weekend. We decided to go back to Cleveland.
We did some serious damage to the martini supply in Cleveland, often drowning our sorrows for our piss-poor love lives. "Ladies, what's the best sex you ever had?" I asked.
"Senior year, right here in college."
"Me, too. That boy could fuck."
"Biggest cock I ever had. Right here at 47 East Columbus Avenue."
"I agree. Now, the next question, what was it about those boys?"
"Like I said, big cock."
"Mine, had a huge fucking dick."
"I haven't had one that big since."
"Me, too," I said. "Did they have anything else in common?"
"Well, they were young."
"But, so were we. Hailey, what are you getting at?"
"It just occurred to me, every one of the guys we're talking about were Cleveland guys. Not that they were going to school in Cleveland; they grew up in Cleveland."
"Maybe it's something in the water."
"That's silly."
"Okay, give me a better explanation."
There was silence.
I said, "I'm tired of lame ass, limp dicked assholes back home. I'm going to stay in Cleveland for a few days, hopefully get laid, and then find a job right here."
"Hailey, what are you crazy?"
You mean about getting laid? I'm deadly serious."
"No, I mean about moving to Cleveland."
"It's the only place I found good sex."
"That's not all there is to life, ya' know?"
"Maybe not, but if I don't get a good fuckin' soon, I'm going to go crazy."
So, that's where my story started; getting a good fuckin' from Bob or Rob, Bill or Will or whatever his name was in my hotel in Cleveland.
We fucked almost non-stop for two days. When his cock got soft, I'd revive it. Now, I'm not a blowjob girl, like that California slut, Reagan. I'll just say this, I did whatever it took to get that cock hard, so he could fuck me again.
By the way, I love Reagan, and she'd be first to tell you that except for a big cock in her pussy, nothing turns her on more than giving a good blowjob.
I texted the girls and told them about my good luck, and about the job offer I received that paid better than the one I'd quit in Philadelphia.
It turned out that Rob or Bob, was married. It didn't take anything away from how good he fucked me. Of course, he was a shithead for not telling me he was married, and cheating on his wife, but he did prove my point to the girls: he was born and raised in Cleveland.
Over the next year, I sampled a lot of Cleveland cocks; all of them seemed big. My pussy was in a constant state, if you know what I mean.
Of course, I wasn't shy about sharing this information with Maggie, Reagan and Jackie, which led to something else happening. Over the next year, they all moved to Cleveland, You could say the band was back together.
Jackie was the first to move back to Cleveland. I'll let her tell her story.
It wasn't until the end of my senior year in high school that I got fucked for the first time; if you could even call it that.
I'm not conceited or anything, but most men find me attractive, but I didn't date much in high school. Okay, they were attracted to my big boobs, but the reason I didn't date much was because of my best friend, Robert E.
Where I come from, if you're name is Robert E., you're never called Bob, Rob or Bobby, you're always Robert E. That reminds me everyone assumes my name is Jacqueline, but in fact my name is Jackson. It's not much of a girl's name, but I was named after Stonewall Jackson, one of our great heroes. I told you I was a southern girl.
I was Robert E.'s protector and shield. At the time and place we were in school, being gay could get you in trouble or even hurt. Robert E. wasn't just in the closet, he was so deep in the closet, I was one of the very few people who knew.
We'd have lunch together, study together, even hold hands walking to class. So, I didn't get asked out much. Everyone assumed Robert E. was my boyfriend.
The truth was that Robert E. was getting a lot more dick than I was. Where I come from, it's always a dick, not a cock. Sadly, I had a brother named Richard, who has gone through life being called Dick.
There were a few customs in Richmond that you need to know about. I never had any pubic hair. My mother explained that to me before puberty started. And in the girls' shower room after gym class, it was apparent that neither did any other girl in my class.
The other thing was, and parents didn't know about it or if they did, they didn't acknowledge it, if you hadn't lost your virginity by the Senior Prom, that was the night.
I didn't have a date for the Senior Prom, until Robert E. convinced his cousin to invite me. "Jackie, James expects to get fucked."
I was okay with that. I needed to find out what it was like. I was eighteen, I should know, right?
I did find out, and it was a huge disappointment. James finished almost before he started, if you know what I mean.
The other thing was I should have been Prom Queen, except for Bonnie Lee Andrews. She got more votes because her lipstick was on just about every senior boy's dick.
Robert E. said, "Hailey, after all those blowjobs that Bonnie Lee's giving, I had a better chance of being Prom Queen than you."
"Robert E. you're not jealous of Bonnie Lee, are you?" We both thought it was funny at the time.
Anyhow, I ended up in Cleveland, because I'm a procrastinator. I started to fill out college applications for five different colleges including the University of Virginia, my parents' alma mater. Except for the one for the college in Cleveland, I never finished any of them.
Except for my roommates, Cleveland was a disaster for me. You already know that I didn't get fucked. Well, I did, but it definitely wasn't satisfactory until senior year when I met that big cock Cleveland guy.
I don't want to talk about my lying, piece of shit ex-husband, but after I caught him, I didn't date for a long time, and when I did, they were all useless jerks in bed.
That's why I moved to Cleveland at Hailey's urging. As for my job. In Atlanta, the corporation I worked for, one of the largest in the world, always was looking for people to transfer to places that no one wanted to move to. Cleveland was one of those places.
When I told my boss I was willing to go, the paperwork went through quickly, and I found myself with a promotion and a significant raise.
Until I found a place of my own, I was Hailey's guest. I was only there a month. Damn, that girl knew how to find men. Not just any men: men with big dicks who knew how to fuck.
We restricted our activities to mostly weekends; we did have to work. I could hear Hailey with some guy. They were banging away, and she was loud.
At the same time, my pussy was getting hammered, but I was a southern lady. It was all I could do to not scream. I did moaned loudly. Whoever this guy was, I wanted him to know that I appreciated his effort.
By Sunday night, "Hailey, I don't know about you, but my pussy is sore."
"You'll get use to it. My weekends are almost always like this," she smiled.
I guess you'd say I was kind of slutty. I mean, the guy that Hailey fixed me up with that first Friday night/Saturday morning was not the same guy that I was banging Saturday night/Sunday morning. It was grand. Finally, I was getting some good, very good dick.
Hailey had a two bedroom condo. I wanted my own home with a yard. I'd always had a garden. I found it, only a few miles from Hailey. It even had a sunroom so I could grow plants all year round. It was like a jungle in there.
Once, I moved in, although Hailey and I saw each other frequently, I was pretty busy on the weekends.
It didn't take long for me to find a somewhat steady guy, in his thirties. David had a huge dick, and could fuck me all night. By almost steady boyfriend, I mean whenever my pussy itched, I could call him, and he was more than happy to scratch it.
Good or bad, my pussy was never satisfied with one dick. I was seeing two or three guys and they had that one thing in common. Damn, those guys had big dicks and they were all Cleveland guys.
If you're wondering what happened to my friend Robert E., he went to a school for fashion design, and then moved to Los Angeles. You've probably heard of him; he dresses all the stars.
Once a year my corporation sponsors a gala to raise money for a big hospital in Cleveland. It's held at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I always call Robert E. "I need a gown for this party."
"Send me some measurements, and I'll make something just for you."
I did, and Robert E. texted me back, "Damn girl, are those puppies getting bigger? I hope you have someone to take care of them for you?"
He was so sweet.
When Reagan told me she was moving to Los Angeles, I put her in touch with Robert E. She has her own story to tell.
TO BE CONTINUED
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