The Misadventures of Suzy Wild: Collected Confessions

by Wild, Suzy

  I was a much better skiier than I had been when I arrived, and much better at some other things too. Little did I know I was to get a whole lot better at them in the coming summer when I took a job as a holiday rep on a Mediterranean island...

  My Best Friend’s Boyfriend

  A Confession

  Of course before I headed off for the summer I headed home and caught up with my friends. One of my best friends Sarah had a new boyfriend, with, well, a very big secret! I’ve been wanting to get this off my chest for a long time, but there’s no one I can tell. You see I did a very bad thing. A very bad thing. With my best friend’s boyfriend. It was a while ago, but he’s not even an ex-boyfriend of hers. They’re married now. I went to the wedding, and I think that makes it worse.

  It was a few years ago, my friend Sarah had started seeing a new guy, Steve. I’d met him a few times, he was cute, sparkling blue eyes, medium build, short brown hair. He looked after himself, was in pretty good shape, was clever, with a great job and always ready with a joke. He was easy to get on with.

  It made sense that Sarah had a good looking guy, she was gorgeous herself, people often thought we were sisters when we went out. We both had the same long dark hair, green eyes, full lips and knockout figures. We had a passing resemblance to each other, in fact the main difference between us was our height. Sarah was about five eight, where I was only five four. So although our proportions were the same, I was petite, while she was model sized. One reason we’d been such good friends, since school, was a shared sense of humor, and a weird thing, that we never fancied the same blokes, so we never ended up in competition with each other. That had led to a really tight bond. Which makes what I did even worse.

  Although Steve was handsome, I didn’t fancy him, he really wasn’t my type. I could see the attraction, but it ended there. Until Sarah drunkenly confided something to me one night.

  We’d been out and ended back at hers with more wine, discussing guys, we’d got on to Steve and what a great guy he was, and she was singing his praises. Then she flushed.

  “He’s got an absolutely massive cock as well,” she giggled, covering her mouth. I laughed.

  “Sure Sarah, I believe you.” I laughed

  “No, listen Suzy, seriously. The first time we were together, well, I had to let him talk me into sleeping with him.” She held up her forearm and nodded at it.

  “Are you for real?” I giggled.

  “Suzy, he’s huge, like, I don’t know, fourteen inches or something. It’s like three drinks cans one on top of the other.”

  “No way,” I protested. I had my share of men, and of their dicks, and some big ones, but this sounded unfeasible.

  Sarah crossed her fingers, “Promise. Massive. I couldn’t believe it. We need masses of lube. The first time, I came as soon as he’d just put the head in, it was that big. Once he really started. Jeez. Suzy, you ever been filled like that?”

  “Sure,” I said, but I hadn’t. I still wasn't sure if she was joking or exaggerating, but it was getting me hot. I tried to imagine what it would look like, what Sarah would look like, lying on her back taking that length.

  “Unbelievable,” she sighed and then changed the subject.

  She didn’t mention it again ever, but I couldn’t get the conversation out of my head. The next time we were out with Steve I caught myself looking at his crotch, trying to see if I could make anything out. The conversation played over and over, I started to wonder what it looked like. I think Steve caught on. One time he caught me staring at his crotch and he looked at me quizzically but I just laughed and turned away. Slowly, surely, though, I’d started to fantasize about him, or more specifically about his cock.

  Things were going to come to a head if you’ll forgive the pun. And they did. A few weeks later. A few weeks of dreams, of fevered fantasies, about imaging Steve’s cock when I was with other guys, you get the picture. We’d all been out, the three of us ended up back at Sarah’s flat, pretty much the worse for wear, all a little messy and silly. We sat up for a while, Sarah’s eyes started to close and she announced she was off to bed. She told us to carry on as she staggered off.

  Now her flat is small, we were in the lounge, her bedroom door was less than twenty feet away, and off she went, assuming I guess that we would chat, and drink some more, then Steve would go to bed and that I would crash on the couch, as normal. Well, that’s what happened, but something else as well.

  I was sprawled on the sofa, Steve was sitting on the floor. It was late. We were drunk. We were making the usual rubbish small talk. I couldn’t resist.

  “So Sarah tells me you’ve got a secret?” I asked coyly, looking at him over the rim of my glass.

  “Oh, what’s that?” he frowned.

  “Well,” I paused, uncertain of how to go on, “you know girls share a lot of things?”

  Steve looked puzzled.

  “She was telling me, well, she said that you had a huge, huge cock,” I giggled embarrassed to have said it. Steve flushed.

  “Sorry. I, just, she told me when she was drunk and well...” I trailed off. Steve shrugged. “So is it true?” I could feel a small knot of excitement in my belly, and something else, a twinge of arousal.

  Steve wouldn’t look at me, “Well, yeah, it’s large, I guess...”

  “How large?” I pressed a little too eagerly.

  Steve looked at me and laughed, “Are we really having this conversation? I don’t know, it’s not like I go around measuring it.”

  “But it’s big. Sarah said it was like three drinks cans!” I exclaimed.

  “I guess that’s about right,” Steve replied.

  I was dumbstruck, “Shut up! There’s no way.”

  “You don’t have to believe me.”

  “Let me see it.”

  “What?” Steve voice registered surprise. I was surprised at myself, had I really just said that?

  “Let me have a look. Nothing sexual, I’m just curious, come on.”

  Steve shook his head, “I don’t believe we’re talking like this. You want me to show you my cock?” I nodded. He frowned. “Okay, what are you going to show me?”

  “We’re not kids Steve, it’s not show and tell.” He shrugged.

  “Fine.”

  “Okay,” I looked out the open lounge door towards the closed bedroom door and back, “I’ll show you my breasts.” Steve smiled.

  “Deal.”

  He stood up and stood in front of me. I put my glass down and watched fascinated as he undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, then slowly pulled down the waist band of his jeans and boxers together. He took it slowly and I was transfixed as first short dark hair came into view, then the thickness of the base of his cock. As the material gradually came down the cock just kept going.

  “Oh my God!” I muttered as his massive mushroom head sprung free from the last of the material, about midway down his thigh. At the moment it looked like two drinks cans hanging there heavy and long. “Holy shit!” I murmured leaning forward. I lifted a hand, but stopped jsut short, “Can I...?” Steve nodded. I gingerly grasped it and lifted it gently. It was so thick and heavy. I shot a look at the closed bedroom door, then back at the thing I was cradling in my hand. “How big does it go?” I murmured huskily, brining my other hand to it, letting my nails trail along the underside. I was rewarded with a twitch and an almost imperceptible swelling of the length of pipe.

  Steve swallowed nervously, “Did we agree touching?” He whispered. I looked up and held his gaze with my eyes as my hands started to stroke up and down the shaft. I could feel it swelling, coming to life.

  “I don’t know, did we?” I answered not taking my eyes off of his as I removed one of my hand then the other to pull down my dress top exposing my firm breasts, the nipples already hard and erect.

  “Oh, Suzy. I...” but his eyes were fixe on my breasts and the message was getting through to his cock which was now at an impressive half mast but seeming to grow in length and girth with
every second.

  As it sprang up higher and forward I could feel that I could’t actually close my grip around it. I kept one hand working the shaft and spat on the palm of the other then worked that over the bulbous head, moistening it. It must have reached near full size, for seconds late I saw a glistening drop of pre-cum stat to form on the end.

  I had my eyes on the cock but I flicked a look at Steve, it seemed like he was lost in a daze. I smiled and flicked my tongue across the tip of this now throbbing tool, tasting the salty pre-cum and he groaned.

  “Suzy...”

  Whatever he was going to say was lost a I stretched my jaw wide and took just his bulbous head into the warm hole of mouth. It almost completely filled it as I swirled my tongue around his head, feeling the ridge, tasting his salt as his hips responded and began to push it deeper.

  I sucked my cheeks in and slid it in as far as it would go, which wasn’t that far. Sara had been right, it was huge. I held it there, heard Steve groan softly. Then I slid my mouth back up it, then down, as I stated to work his shaft with both hands. The thing was so big I had a hand near the base, one above it, and my mouth fastened over the top.

  I don’t know what I was doing I as like a woman possessed. I know that’s no excuse. But I started to pump his shaft my head bobbing, slurping at his cock, until I was rewarded by a stifled cry, and a spasming of his tool that sent jets of hot spunk cascading into the back of my throat.

  I held him in my mouth as he movements subsided, then slipped him out, wiping a trail of his hot spunk form my chin. He flopped on the sofa next to me. I looked at his thick tool glistening with is spunk and my spittle in his lap and I knew. Just knew I had to have him.

  I moved quickly straddling him and thrusting my tongue down his throat. He must have been able to taste himself, but if he was having regrets or doubts they left him as I arched my back to let my bare breasts rub against his face and he eagerly took them into his mouth, his hot tongue flicking and licking across my nipples. Underneath me I felt him begin to harden again and I lifted myself up on my knees slightly to allow my hand there to start working his shaft.

  Between my kissing, my breasts and my hand he was hard again in no time. I pulled my sopping panties to one side and carefully positioned that giant glistening head against my pussy opening. He was rock sold and I could push myself down onto his length. Holy shit! Sarah hadn’t been kidding. My pussy protested then as the muscles closed around the ridged head of his cock they started to gently tingle and spasm. I tried to ignore it and pushed all the way done until he was completely filling me, I’d never been stretched like that and it felt amazing. Steve’s mouth was locked to my breasts, but I pushed him back flat to get deeper. He was biting his lip to stay silent as I rose up and down on his cock.

  I paused at the top, he was till deep in me, but I could slide a hand underneath myself and still close my full hand around his shaft. I held there my thighs complaining, the end of his dick in me while I started to work his shaft up and down fast with my hand. I could feel his cock slipping and sliding inside me as I pumped it faster and harder with my hand. Steve’s eyes were wide, his breath labored. I’d never felt anything like it!

  I could sense he was getting close so I let go with my hand, and slide up so he was almost out of me then I slid down deep, really deep, so my clit was grinding against his body, his cock filling me. I felt the orgasm take me. My hips bucked and spasmed. I desperately wanted to stay where I was but my shaking thighs couldn’t support me and I sank lower onto his thick pole intensifying the sensation in my pussy. I was gasping, trying not to make any noise. Behind Steve’s head I could see the closed bedroom door.

  Steve pushed me backwards onto the sofa and grabbed my ankles. I found myself lying there flat on my back my legs held high in the air as his python of cock slid in and out of me. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my ass with every thrust and I came again, this time triggering his own massive orgasm. I felt the beast in me twitch and I was filled with gushing hot cum.

  Steve let my legs go and collapsed on me for a minute or so while we got our breath back. Then he rolled off me and stood up. Pulling his trousers up.

  “I’d better go to bed,” he mumbled without meeting my eyes. He shuffled off.

  In the morning Sarah came into the lounge, bright and breezy.

  “I hope you two didn’t stay up too late? Steve’s dead to the world. Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes, very well.” I answered, trying to hide a smile.

  Confessions From A Business Trip

  I’m jumping ahead in my life with this story, but I was in Cannes the other day and the memories of my first work trip there brought a smile to my face, such a big smile I couldn’t wait to share the story - after all not everyone ends up nakes in a hot tub with their gorgeous boss...

  I loved my new job, I was working for a big famous media company, in a commercial role with great pay, varied work and lots of European travel. The team were great and the boss was (for once) a really nice guy, not to mention hot! I’d never been attracted to any of my bosses before and I wasn’t now. After all I was happily married and so was he, but, he took time to listen, he was sensitive and caring, as well as being good looking.

  When I started at the company a few months earlier I realized I’d let myself a go a little bit, nothing major, but I’d stopped working out and my eating habits had got bad. I was lucky that I’d been a gymnast for many years, so I’d kept my figure, even more luckily, any weight I put on tended to go on my chest. I’m only five four, with a petite frame, but large C cup breasts, that are firm, even though I’m now in my late twenties.

  The day of my first interview I’d made a real effort to look smart: I had on my best pinstripe skirt suit, white shirt, my shoulder length blonde hair was swept back in a ponytail. I’d kept the make up minimal, I was lucky that I had a good, healthy complexion, all I needed was some mascara to bring out the blue in my eyes, and a dash of red gloss to fill me lips out. I have what you call delicate features, a little cute button nose, and full lips, but really quite a small mouth, though people have told me it’s sensual. Anyway, I thought I looked good, and when I got to the interview, I thought Adam the boss looked good too. He was wearing jeans, expensive brogues, a bright shirt, he looked like he was athletic, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders. I couldn’t really place his age, but over the course of the interview it came up that he was in his late thirties which surprised me because he looked younger. He had short light brown to blonde hair, and kind blue eyes that also had a wicked gleam. Maybe I started fancying him then, I don’t know. I think maybe it was after I’d wowed him at the interview and I’d got the job and started. He was always there, not just for me, but the team, and the more I got to know him, the more I got to like him. He was the type of guy that when we went out for drinks he was always at the center of attention without making himself so, and he could make anyone relax and have fun. But I think when I started to think of him differently was when we started catching each other in the work gym.

  The new job was great, it was high pressure, long hours, but that meant I lost weight. Everyone else looked fab though and there was a really gym culture, so I decided to throw myself into it. I started hitting the gym in baggy T-shirts and tracksuit bottoms, but after a month or so I started seeing real results, so I swapped to lycra leggings and a vest. That was the first time I ran into Adam there, and I was glad he hadn’t seen my when I first started.

  I came in as normal in my kit, and there he was running on a treadmill, glistening with sweat. What really caught my attention though was his body: he had on mid-length shorts and a vest, and I had never really realized what could shape he was in. He had sculpted shoulders, powerful arms, strong thighs. It was an eye opener!

  I think I was an eye opener for Adam too - his eyes lit up when I came in. I’d shed the few extra pounds I’d been carrying so I had a lean physique, slender arms, a nicely tight butt, and of course my full, fir
m chest. When he saw me clad in lycra he nearly stumbled on his treadmill but he recovered and winked at me. That was the start of it. After that we kept running into each other in the gym, invariably we’d end up flushed and sweating, stretching out on the mats next to each other after our workouts, laughing and chatting. Looking back, it was quite sexual, we were in tight sparse clothes, pounding heart rates, sweat, flushed faces. And it was obvious we kept checking each other’s bodies out. Not that we were going to do anything about it of course...

  Then there was Cannes. It was a massive international conference and we had to go. The whole thing was incredibly tiring, I mean the weather and setting was fantastic, we were in a gorgeous hotel, but it was meeting after meeting, after meeting, followed by drinks, followed by dinner, followed by parties. Then repeated again. By the end of the conference we were shattered, but we’d signed loads of new business, so we decided to celebrate. Adam and I that is. We had an amazing dinner overlooking the sea, then it was on to another cocktail party where the drinks were flowing freely. As it was the last night I think we both had more than we would have done otherwise.

  As I disengaged myself from another boring business conversation I found Adam at my elbow.

  “I’ve had about enough of this, look, I’ve got a magnum of vintage champagne on ice back at my room a client gave me. How about we head back to the hotel and crack that open. Then we can relax away from all this business chit chat.”