My plan went perfectly. The two of us started drinking a bottle of wine while we watched some television. After the buzz had set in, I decided to try getting frisky and asked James if he’d ever been sexually attracted to me. He said that he had, but was a bit embarrassed since he knew I had a boyfriend. He asked me why I wanted to know.
“Because I heard you have a really big dick,” I replied honestly, “and I’ve always wanted to play with a really big dick.”
He looked shocked, and said, “Uh, I’m sorry but I think you heard wrong.”
I was completely embarrassed and quickly apologized to him. He said he should get going, and I walked him to the door. But just when he was about to leave, he stopped and turned around.
“Okay, okay,” he said. “I do have a big one. I just try to hide it because some women are afraid of it.”
My heart started pounding, and I felt my pussy starting to get wet. “James,” I said, “I just want to jerk you off. And believe me, you’ll enjoy it.”
We walked back to the sofa, and he took off his jeans and T-shirt. The only thing covering his privates was a baggy pair of boxer shorts. When I asked him why he wore such loose-fitting shorts, he replied, “To cover things up,” and hiked up one of the boxer legs to reveal the biggest fucking dick I had ever seen! It was huge, a big hunk of meat that looked like a third leg. I gasped at the sight of it.
“Jesus Christ, James,” I said. “Your schlong almost hangs to your knees.”
“You should see it when it gets hard!” he said with a laugh.
I wanted to see that right away and asked him to sit back down so I could go to work on his big dick. I just couldn’t believe how big it was. There was enough room on the shaft to fit both my hands to jerk him off.
I went slowly at first, and then started increasing my speed, hearing him moan with pleasure as my hands and wrists got a good workout. I suddenly stopped and told him to stand up and walk toward me.
He looked puzzled, but he finally did it.
He got up, and I noticed his dick was too big to stand up straight. When he walked with a hard-on, his cock just bobbed back and forth from left to right like an elephant’s trunk. “Oh Kate, play with it again, please,” he begged.
I pulled up my shorts real high so he could get a perfect view of my thighs. His dick looked like it might touch the ceiling when he sat back down.
I went to work on his dick again knowing it wouldn’t be long until he came. I got ready to point his big prick away from me so I wouldn’t drown! James let out a loud moan and started pumping out wads of come like I’d never seen before. The first one must have gone about three feet, and he spurted out a few more blobs before his cock came to rest on his right leg.
Since that first day with James, I’ve jerked him off three more times, and I measure the distance of his blasts each time. Those episodes enhanced my experiences with my boyfriend greatly. James even let me measure his giant dick once. I found out that it was almost eleven inches hard and just over seven inches soft. Maybe I’ll find one even bigger in my travels one of these days. If I do, I’ll let you know!—K.H., Camden, New Jersey
THEIR FRIENDSHIP HITS A NEW LEVEL WHEN THEY FINALLY CONSENT TO BE LOVERS
Kimmie and I met about three months ago at a local nightclub. We’d been seeing each other on an increasingly steady basis but nothing very sexual had happened between us except for the usual kissing and petting and such. After a while I figured that it was about time we became intimate, so I set the stage for a grand personal party. I wanted things to start out with a nice home-cooked dinner followed by a few hours of dancing at the club where we met and finally a late-evening sit, soak and talk in my outdoor hot tub.
The first part of the evening went according to plan. When we got back home Kimmie was still a little unsure about the hot tub. I said she didn’t have to get naked and could wear her underwear and one of my T-shirts if she wanted. She laughed and said, “A white one, I guess, right?” I laughed too and brought her to my bedroom, went to the closet and pulled out three hangers.
One had a white T-shirt that would be transparent when it got wet, one had an old black T-shirt and one hanger was empty. She said she got the picture but she asked me to explain the empty hanger. I said my great-great-grandfather had attended an antique auction and bought the last remaining remnants of a bolt of cloth that belonged to the tailors made famous in the story about the emperor’s new clothes! Kimmie thought that was hilarious and said she might wear “the rag,” as she put it. I told her I was going nude but she could wear whatever she wanted.
I went down to the hot tub with a bottle of white wine, some glasses and a couple of towels. I opened the cover, dropped my trunks and stepped in. Kimmie followed a minute or two later. I still didn’t know which hanger she had selected, but when she dropped the robe I’d left for her, much to my surprise she was nude underneath.
The quiet warmth of the tub, our growing friendship and the bottle of wine led to wonderful conversation about our lives and times before the topic of relationships and sex came around. We were having a great talk that I was enjoying a lot more than I thought I would. After a while Kimmie leaned back and said that I seemed to be really enjoying the discussion, judging by my inability to keep my erection down! She teased me about that, but we still had a lot of fun. She gradually moved right next to me, gave my cock a gentle squeeze and I began to stroke her breasts at the same time.
Kimmie’s a small girl and was very easy to pick up in the water. When I pulled her over my legs to straddle me, she snuggled up close. My cock was pressed up against her stomach and her breasts pressed up against my chest. After a few moments of kissing Kimmie said we should go inside and continue what we were doing because she didn’t want to give the neighbors a show. They can’t see due to the large fir trees around the tub but we still went inside, my hard cock leading the way.
We wound up in the living room a few minutes later. There was some wood in the fireplace that was all set up to go and just needed to be lit. The CD player had been loaded with several discs of soft, bluesy romantic music. I pulled out a large futon that I use for guests. I lit some scented candles and grabbed another bottle of wine and watched the blazing fire until Kimmie walked back into the living room.
She immediately noticed the candlelight, the blazing fire, the soft music and the wine. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was being seduced. But it’s hard to be seduced when you walk into a room nude,” she said, dropping her robe to the floor. She came up to me and looked between my legs. “I’ve never seen a man with a shaved cock. I could play with this all night!” she smiled. She motioned me to sit up on the couch, moved to between my legs and took my cock into her mouth. Believe it or not, but that was the first time in all my forty-nine years I had a woman giving me head.
Kimmie was really enjoying herself. She told me that my prick felt wonderful without the hair and couldn’t wait to start. I don’t know how I was able to hold back from coming too soon but after a few moments of watching her head going up and down on my cock, feeling all those wonderful sensations, I knew I had to move things around. I gently lifted her head and told her how unfair it was that she was getting to have all the fun. I asked what I could do for her and she suggested we get into a 69. I looked her in the eyes and said, “Oh baby, yes! That sounds great!”
I jumped onto the futon, lay on my back and she got into position. Her lovely pussy was right on my face as she began sucking me again. Her mouth felt just wonderful. I rubbed her clit with my tongue and pushed a finger in and out of her pussy and ass. She took pretty much all of my cock into her mouth. Soon she began to move about quite strongly and spurted out a little bit of her bitter, briny fluid. She was flowing quite a bit actually and I could tell she was very aroused.
Kimmie came around and said she couldn’t believe how hot she was and how good my cock felt. She said that she was ready to have me inside her. Of course I immediately told her to climb aboard. That
surprised her because she told me later she was expecting me to mount her and hadn’t really planned to be sitting on top of me.
She moved on top and started riding my cock. She was so wet I slid in easily. She gasped but started to rock up and down. She was fucking me with all her strength as I pushed back. It was then that a massive orgasm overtook her. She gushed out a large stream of fluid, soaking me, the bed and herself too. She couldn’t believe what had happened and frankly neither could I. But I held on and pushed her up and down a few more times.
By then she was coming with every few strokes, and a flood would come out of her soon afterward. This happened three or four times again before she fell onto my chest, exhausted and soaked. I was surprised but I was still hard. After a few moments’ rest Kimmie moved over and lay down beside me, wet and very flushed with sex. She definitely had come. She may have been finished but I sure wasn’t.
“Was that okay?” I asked. Kimmie lay there laughing, spread out on the bed, and admitted that yes, it was very okay. She reached over and started stroking my stiff cock again. “I can’t believe that you’re still hard,” she said. I think that the power of my orgasms and having a new partner definitely helped me out.
I began to rub her pussy, taking the juice from there and rubbing it onto her breasts and cleavage. She sat up and asked, “Do you want more?” I put a finger into her cunt and tasted it, then did it again and gave her a lick. She liked it. I kept this up for a few minutes then moved on top of her.
My hard cock slipped easily into her wet cunt. Every few strokes more fluid flowed from her. I spread it onto her breasts and moved myself up so my cock fit between her tits. We breast-fucked for a few strokes, with her licking the tip of my cock when it came close enough to her face. Since Kimmie liked that so much I slipped my cock into her cunt, gave a few strokes there, then went back up to her mouth so she could suck it again, mouth to cunt, cunt to mouth with her getting a new taste every few strokes. We loved it.
I lifted her legs over my shoulders and plunged into her again. That sent Kimmie over and she literally exploded a thick gush on each stroke. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. I knew I was close to coming so I put my cock in her mouth. She drew me in and sucked hard. That was more than I could take and I let loose three hot shots of come down her throat. There was no question of her swallowing. I was too deep and I came too hard. For the first time in my life I came inside a woman’s mouth. I couldn’t believe it had finally happened.
I moved over to lay down beside her to give her a warm, loving thank-you kiss, enjoying the taste of my scum on her lips and tongue. After a few moments I put another log on the fire, turned out the candles, turned on the stereo and we soon fell asleep. But our first sexual experience wasn’t over.
I’m always horny in the morning, and the next day was no different. The night’s passion was still fresh and everything in the room—the sheets, the bed, even the walls—smelled of sex. It was easy to get hard and start where we had left off.
That time it was my turn. Kimmie was warm, wet and welcoming to my entry and thrusts. After only a few moments I pulled out and shot my come all over her stomach and her breasts. This surprised her but I told her I was just getting even. After the events of last night I thought I deserved that. We both laughed, then got up to start the day.
I couldn’t believe how much Kimmie had let loose. She shocked me and the pizza delivery guy when she walked up to him naked, leaking come and putting the cash into his hand. She had to remind him when he’d been paid and could leave. What a tip, huh?
After supper and more conversation about life, times and the events of the last twenty-four hours, Kimmie led me to the living room, sat me down on the couch and again gave me oral sex. She told me it was my turn to enjoy things for a while so I should just sit back and relax.
I’d never experienced straight-on oral sex like that, so I got ready to enjoy some good hard cocksucking. She’s very talented and soon enough I was coming with all I was worth. For the second time in as many days she had three strong blasts of come down her throat and I had one strong, wonderful orgasm.
That weekend was a huge sexual awakening for both of us. We often speak of it and even more often, relive it!—M.R., Corpus Christi, Texas
Pursuit & Capture
THE TIGERS HE SAW IN THE WILD DIDN’T MATCH THE ONE HE MET ON THE TRAIN
It was a million-to-one long shot when I won an all-expenses-paid vacation at the firm where I work. Afforded the opportunity to travel to any spot in the world, I elected to go to India so I could visit one of the world’s largest tiger preserves. Most of my friends thought I was crazy to go there, but the world’s tigers are disappearing fast and I wanted one last chance to see them in the wild before they were gone. I saw plenty of tigers all right, but all of them put together weren’t as exciting as the gorgeous girl I met during an overnight train trip to Calcutta.
When I first saw her, she was eating alone at a table for two in the crowded dining car. I was hungry, and luckily for me the only empty seat was the one at her table. It took guts to invite myself to join her, but I figured I had nothing to lose, and besides I was hungry. All she could do was say no. Obviously she wasn’t going to eat me—at least not the way a tiger would.
The full impact of her beauty didn’t really hit me until I walked up to her and gazed down into her awesome cleavage. My lips and tongue longed to explore the deep-grooved slopes between her wonderful breasts. Those tits lit a hot flame of desire in my balls and instantly hardened my dick.
Her thick voluptuous lips, forming a perfect Cupid’s bow, held the promise of countless erotic delights, and the warm smile she gave me showed perfect white teeth. Luxuriant black hair, tied with a red ribbon, curled softly down the back of her low-cut white blouse, setting off a pretty face framed by tasteful gold earrings. But none of those things compared to her mind-boggling jugs. They begged to be kissed and sucked, and I was just the guy to do it.
“This seems to be the only seat available,” I said, bending forward to hide the bulge that had formed in the front of my pants. “Would you mind if I sat here and ate?”
“Of course not,” she said in a smoothly clipped accent that immediately identified her as a member of Britain’s upper class. Smiling, she gestured toward the empty chair.
As I pulled the chair out to sit down, it was hard to pull my eyes away from her tantalizing tits. Her nipples made captivating little bumps through the front of her blouse, proving beyond doubt that she’d opted against constraining those beauties with a bra.
I politely introduced myself, and she told me her name was Jessica. Her eyes opened with genuine interest when I told her that I’d been out in the jungle observing tigers.
“How fascinating,” she said, looking intently at me with a smile that seemed to light up the dining car. Her soft hand touched mine. “I love tigers. I think they’re the most exciting animals in the world. But they’ll be gone before long.” Her smile faded at the thought.
“There are still plenty of them left though,” I said. “I took lots of pictures.”
“You did?” Her eyes looked warmly into mine and she squeezed my hand.
“Sure,” I said. “And I’d be glad to show them to you when we’ve finished with dinner.”
After our meal she took my arm and we walked back through the dining car to my stateroom. The soft press of her breast against my elbow increased the bonfire of need that was burning in my balls. From the corner of my eye I saw her glance down at the considerable bulge in my pants. I suddenly began to suspect that the long trip back to Calcutta that night might not be as boring as I’d feared.
Once we arrived at my stateroom I invited her to have a seat on the bed while I dug my photo album out of my suitcase. I had to squeeze past her in the small compartment to pull my baggage down from the rack high overhead. As I reached up for it, my crotch passed just inches from her tantalizing lips. Her eyes looked up into mine, and I wondered if she’d had the sa
me vision that I’d had—the vision of my cock slipping between her lips.
Opening my suitcase, I pulled out the photo album then sat beside her on the bed, my leg pressed lightly against hers. Her eyes widened at the tiger pictures, which seemed to fascinate her. Her hand rested on my thigh, stroking it lightly as I flipped through the album. I held my breath as I turned to reveal the picture of a large male tiger humping a female. It looked as if they were both climaxing at the moment, because their heads were raised high, their mouths open in what looked like a roar of ecstasy. Jessica caught her breath sharply. Her hand went higher, and I felt the tips of her fingers lightly stroking the head of my tool.
“Tigers are great lovers,” I offered, struggling to keep my voice calm.
“Is that so?”
“Oh yes,” I said, moving closer and peering down again at the delicious contours of her tits. My upper leg pressed more intimately against hers. The tip of her tongue darted out, moistening her enticing lips. “Their passionate lovemaking makes the greatest human lovers seem like rank amateurs.”
“And why is that, do you think?” she asked, her eyes shining with excitement, her beautiful boobs rising and falling more rapidly as she breathed deeper and deeper.
“The female is only receptive a few times a year,” I said.
“You mean when she comes into heat?” she asked in voice that had grown more resonant. Glancing downward, she looked at the bulge tenting the front of my pants.
“Yes,” I said. “Sometimes they climax twenty or thirty times a night.”
“Oh my God!” she gasped, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, as if trying to imagine what it would be like to climax that many times.
I was too hot to hold back. Getting to my feet, I put my hands on her head and guided her down towards my cock. She didn’t try to pull away, but instead nuzzled my bulge. Jerking my zipper down, I freed my throbbing dick from its confines and laid it against her soft, warm cheek. She gave a moan before taking my prick gently in her hand and peeling the foreskin back. Then she slipped her soft, moist lips over the swollen knob. The tip of her tongue fluttered lightly over my glans.
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