by David Black
I had to brace myself against the wall and lean at a crazy angle to overcome my determined erection.
After breakfast we started to pack up our stuff. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
Of course, part way through Amber suggested we take a break so Mark could fuck my wife one last time
I watched with a burning erection as he fucked Jess. She wrapped her legs around him as he pounded her pussy. Finally he pulled out and sprayed his load all over her.
We finally finished packing the car and were ready to go. Jess climbed into the backseat with me.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said, “once we get on the freeway, I’ll jerk you off.”
“Really?” I asked.
She nodded.
My cock ached for 14 long, bumpy miles until we got to the freeway.
“You ready?” Jess asked me.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, eagerly.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, god yes!”
Amber pretty much turned around in the front passenger seat to get a better view.
I panted as Jess slowly unzipped my pants. She gingerly pulled my cock out and let it stand there, exposed and twitching,
“C’mon,” I said.
Amber giggled. Jess reached over and her fingertips gently brushed back and forth across my cock.
“Oh-god,” I groaned.
She slowly and carefully teased me for several painful miles.
“Go ahead and let the poor guy cum already,” Amber said.
“Okay, okay,” Jess said.
She let go of my dick and spit into the palm of her hand.
A trucker blasted his horn as we passed him and he got an eyeful of what was going on.
Jess wrapped her hand around my cock. She gripped it tightly and started to stroke quickly.
“Oh-Jesus!” I moaned.
It only took six or seven pumps before I groaned and erupted. Cum sprayed up into the air and came back down all over my t-shirt and her hand.
“. . . Holy fuck,” I panted as she slowly stroked the last of it out of me.
“How was that?” she asked.
“ . . . I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”
My beautiful wife grinned at me.
“But I would do it again in a heartbeat
Everyone laughed as we sped down the highway.
HIGH SCHOOL SIZEQUEEN
Kara Wesley was the prettiest girl in school. She was just five foot tall, and her body was firm and flawless from years of cheerleading and gymnastics. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders and framed the most beautiful face I had ever seen. Her eyes were a piercing blue and she had just a smattering of freckles.
She lived next door to me. Like me, she was a senior in high school and had turned eighteen last year. We had been best friends since we were toddlers. I was kind of a nerd and none of the popular kids really noticed me but Kara would always talk to me or be my lab partner.
We told each other everything. I mean EVERYTHING. She told me about her first period, and I told her about the first time I had a wet dream and even that I had been dreaming about her when it happened. I suppose the constant honesty is what led to our strange relationship.
I slowly shampooed my hair and tried to discretely scan the other cocks in the locker room shower. I wasn’t particularly interested in cock. Kara on the other hand was. Especially big ones. The bigger the better.
Jeff Cortmann. He looked like a possibility. He was washing off what looked to be a pretty sizeable cock. Way bigger than mine but that wasn’t saying much at all.
I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and grabbed my towel.
After class I caught up with Jeff on the steps outside the gym.
“Hey Jeff,” I said.
He looked me over.
“Can we talk for a second?” I asked.
“Ummm. Okay. I guess.”
I waited for a cluster of students to pass us by.
“You know Kara Wesley?”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“You think she’s hot?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure, who doesn’t?” he said.
“You wanna fuck her?”
“What?!”
“You wanna fuck her?”
“You are being really fucking weird right now,” he said, getting a little agitated.
“She wants to fuck you. Do you want to fuck her or not?”
“Are you for real right now?”
I nodded.
“Jesus . . . Ummm. Yeah. Fuck yeah.”
“Can you be at her house right after school?” I asked.
He nodded.
“Okay good.”
I got to my 20th Century History class just before the bell rang. Under my desk, I carefully slid my phone out of my pocket and texted Kara. Shortly, my phone buzzed with a response.
‘Great! U R the best ;)’
After school I met Kara at her car, and she gave me a ride home like she did every day.
“He should be here any minute,” I said as I got out of the car.
“You’re the best Jimmy,” she said, giving me a big hug.
“Call me later and give me all the details, okay?”
She shifted slightly, adjusting to the pressure from my erection against her.
“Of course.”
We said goodbye and I crossed her yard to my house. I went up to my room, quickly shut the door, then went and stood near the window. I undid my belt and let my pants fall to the floor.
A few minutes later I saw Jeff’s car pull up. I watched as Kara answered the door and invited him in.
I was stroking furiously. She had barely closed the door before I lost it. My hand and my dick were coated. As it trickled down onto my thigh, I laughed to myself. He wasn’t even up the stairs yet, much less inside her, and I had already lost it.
45 minutes later I heard his car start up and drive away. I watched my cellphone. After 20 minutes it buzzed with a text.
‘Mom just got home. Call U after dinner.’
Later on that evening, when my phone rang, I ran to my room and answered it.
“Was he big?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“How big?” I had my pants unzipped and was stroking my erection.
“Real big,” she said coyly.
“Did he make you cum?”
“ . . . Twice.”
I panted into the phone.
“What about you?” she asked, “You gonna cum while I tell you all about it?”
“I just did,” I said breathing hard.
“You’re so funny,” she said. “You still want to hear all the details?”
“Definitely! . . . Tell me everything.”
“Well first we laid on the bed and made out a little. Then I took his cock out and sucked him for a minute so he was nice and hard.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then I got out The Book and traced his cock,” she said.
“How did he measure up?” I asked.
“I haven’t taken the ruler to it yet. Probably fourth or fifth. Somewhere around there anyways.”
“Then what?” I asked eagerly.
“We fucked missionary. He was good at it too. I came twice, like I said.”
“Good.”
“Hey, I need to leave early tomorrow. I need to talk to the guidance counselor before first period.
Can we leave at like 7:45?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Okay cool,” she said, "I’ll see you in the morning.”
The next afternoon Kara and I were hanging out in her bedroom. I was lounging on her bed.
“That’s exactly where I was laying yesterday,” she said with a smirk. “Only I was on my back with my legs spread wide and a thick cock inside me.”
“Oh that is hot,” I said, rubbing my hand over the tent in my jeans. “Oh, I forgot to ask. Where did he cum?”
“In the condom. While he was inside me,” she answered casually. Sh
e got up and crossed the room to her bookshelf. She pulled The Book off the shelf. It was a composition notebook that chronicled her conquests. She tossed it to me.
I flipped through it to the page from the day before. The outline of a large cock and balls extended from the bottom of the page. It was only a couple inches short of reaching the opposite side.
“He WAS big,” I said.
“Yep,” she said, tossing me the ruler and a pen.
First I wrote JEFF CORTMANN along the side of the page. Then I layed the ruler along the length of the outline.
“Eight and a quarter. Almost exactly.” I noted it down. Then I flipped passed all the other outlines, 17 in all, to the front of the book. There was the list.
“That makes him the fifth biggest,” I said. Kara sat down on the bed next to me.
“Poor Scott Hauser,” she said, “knocked out of my top five.”
She scooted closer to me. She lifted my shirt a little and worked her hand under my waistband. I felt her small hand wrap around my small, hard cock.
“Oh that feels good,” I panted.
She stroked me slowly, but I exploded almost immediately anyways. I groaned loudly as I drenched my boxers.
When I caught my breath, I turned to look her in the eye.
“Kara?” I asked.
“Yeah?” she said.
“Do you think I could maybe watch next time?” I asked nervously.
“. . . I don’t know. I mean. I don’t care. But don’t you think the guy would be weirded out?”
“I could hide in the closet!” I said. I got up and quickly went over to the closet. I went inside and closed myself in.
“He’d never even know I was here,” I said, peering at her through the slats in the door.
She stared at the closet door for a minute.
“Okay,” she said, “but you have to be SOO quiet.”
“I will, I promise!” I said emerging from the closet. I ran to the bed and gave her a hug. After a minute we both sat back down on the bed. She handed me the notebook.
“Who do you wanna see me fuck?” she asked.
“No one from the book,” I answered. “I want to find a new one. Someone really huge.”
“I like the way you think,” she laughed.
I spent the next two weeks searching for a whale of a cock. I wanted him to be massive. The biggest she’d ever had.
I was filled with hope when I saw the new transfer student. Marcus Ainsworth. He was a big black football player. He must’ve been 6’4” tall.
He wasn’t in my gym class though. So I concocted a plan. I left a bunch of my books in my gym locker on purpose, and then I waited until the end of the period he had gym to ask to go get them.
As I got my books into my bag I spotted him heading for the shower. I waited a second and then headed over to the urinal. From there I could watch the shower out of the corner of my eye.
He was HUGE. Bigger than I could have hoped for. It looked like something out of a porno. Limp it hung halfway down his thigh. I silently congratulated myself as I zipped up my pants and then made my way out of the locker room.
I found him at lunch. He was just leaving the kitchen with his tray. I could feel my erection strain against my pants, but that wasn’t unusual at this stage.
“Hey Marcus!” I said, flagging him down . . .
A few hours later Kara was driving us home. My heart raced as we approached our street. We exchanged a nervous glance. She parked the car and then, in silence, we headed into her house and up to her room.
We sat quietly on the bed for a minute.
“You should probably get situated in the closet,” she said.
I nodded and got to my feet. Kara opened the closet door and I stepped inside.
“Thank you,” I said meekly.
Kara kissed me on the cheek and then shut the closet door. I heard her head down stairs.
It seemed like hours passed though it couldn’t really have been much more than ten minutes. I heard what I thought was a knock on the door. Shortly afterward there were footsteps on the stairs. My heart pounded in that dark closet. Through the slats in the closet door I saw Kara and Marcus enter her bedroom.
“You do this type of thing a lot?” he asked.
“ . . . Not a lot. But sometimes,” Kara said.
“What’s the deal with Jimmy? That is kinda weird.”
“He’s just a friend. Who helps me hook up with dudes. He is my wingman.” Kara took a step closer. Her face was close to his and her hand traced the bulge in his jeans. Marcus leaned in and kissed her.
My cock twitched as I watched. After a few moments their lips parted, and she led him over to the bed. Marcus climbed on top of her. His hands roamed over her beautiful body as his lips found hers again.
“You want me to get naked?” she whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear.
“Uh-huh.”
Kara stood up next to the bed. She pulled her tank top off and then unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside.
Marcus stared at her pert, perfect breasts. She peeled off her shorts and her panties.
“Fuck, you are hot,” he said as she stood at the edge of the bed, naked.
She climbed onto the bed and squeezed his enormous erection through his jeans. They kissed as she unbuckled his belt. His strong hands cupped her breasts. Kara unzipped his pants and pushed them down, finally freeing his monstrous black cock.
He was beyond big. It was thick and it had to be more than a foot long. It was the kind of cock that pornstars had in the videos I watched online. The kind of cock that reminded me just how small I was.
“Fuck, you are HUGE,” Kara said.
“. . . You like it?” he asked.
She nodded coyly as she stroked him. I watched as she lowered her lips and kissed its massive head. I felt drunk with lust. My eager cock leaked precum into my boxers. I tried to keep as quiet as possible, but my breath seemed impossibly loud.
On the bed Marcus pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His upper body was lean and muscular. Kara opened her mouth wide and started to suck his cock.
“Oh-yeah,” he said.
He reached down and found her pussy. Slowly, he slid his finger in and out of her.
Kara blew him for a few minutes but never got more than a few inches of his cock into her mouth due to his size.
“I wanna fuck you,” he groaned.
“Okay,” she said panting, “Just one second.”
Kara got up and grabbed her notebook off the shelf.
“I wanna remember this cock,” she said, flipping the notebook open to a blank page where a pencil rested.
Marcus eyed her strangely but didn’t object. Kara held the page behind his cock. It extended well past the edge of the page. She thought about it for a second and then turned the notebook. She traced an outline of his cock across two pages.
“It’s so massive,” she said.
“You’re a slut for big cock aren’t you?” Marcus said.
“Uh-huh.” She tossed the notebook aside.
“Tell me.”
“I’m a slut for big cock,” she said, rubbing her hand over her pussy.
His hand wrapped around her neck, and he kissed her.
“I’m gonna destroy your pussy,” Marcus said slowly.
“I’m so fucking wet right now.”
Marcus kicked his shoes and pants off. Kara got an extra large condom out of her nightstand. It looked like it was still a tight fit on his huge cock.
The anticipation was killing me. I was panting as I rubbed my hand over the front of my pants. I was so hard it hurt. I watched as Marcus rolled her onto her back. He knelt over her and spit into his hand. Then he rubbed the saliva all over his massive shaft.
Kara let out a gasp as he started to push into her.
