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Do I Dare?
by Dr Young (arr_young@yahoo.co.uk)
***
On a night like any other, a strange conversation with
an old friend leads to a daring invitation. (MF)
***
Prologue
Anonymously I shuffled my way to my desk, firmly
clenching my cup of coffee. I was 'only' two hours late
for work, but I managed to avoid the usual comments. I
safely reached my desk and very gently lowered my sore
body onto my chair. It took me a few moments to be able
to relax my muscles in my bottom and legs, but after a
few sips of my coffee I managed to sit with some degree
of relaxation.
The other girls in the office had eyed my stiff manner
of walking, but apparently hadn't thought that much of
it. After all, I was the only one to make it to the gym
yesterday. They probably guessed I had gotten a good
workout. If that was so, than they were more right than
they would hopefully ever know. Last night had been the
workout of my life, in more ways than one.
My name's Angela, and I work for a small advertisement
agency. We do radio commercials, magazine ads and an
occasional televised campaign. At my tender age of 25
I'm already one of the senior designers here, so you
guess I could say I'm doing alright for myself. Now
usually I continue this introduction with the sad words
that I'm a single girl still looking for mister right,
but after last night I'm not so sure anymore. I'm not
sure I'm single, and I'm not sure I'm looking for
mister right, and I'm not sure what that all means.
It's been one crazy night.
Wednesdays and Fridays me and two other girls from work
go the local gym for some exercise. We only started
doing this a few months ago, and already our budding
routine shows signs of a slow death. Cathy came up with
the idea, and easily convinced Tanya and me. Why in the
world Cathy found it necessary to start exercising is a
mystery to me.
She is the prototype of the athletic woman, I'm the one
of whom you would say she needs the exercise. But I
guess developing a social life by going places with
people you know is an argument too. Of course, while we
have our share of fun at the gym, you barely meet new
people. You're a group of three women who more resemble
a pack of girls, with all the giggling. Hardly
something to attract the better developed human male,
right?
Each of us has missed a few nights before yesterday,
and last night both Cathy and Tanya had announced they
wouldn't be able to make it. Now normally, this would
have been more than enough reason for me to go home
myself and relax with a good book or some television.
But for some reason, either stepping on the scale that
morning, looking at the mirror somewhere that day, or
the fact that I did bring my exercise clothes, I
decided going to the gym all by myself wasn't the worst
thing that could fill a Wednesday evening.
Now I know what you're thinking after reading the
remarks about the scale and the mirror. 'Am I reading
about a fat ugly cow here?' I suppose not, though I'm
not too happy about my weight, most of the time. But
then again, who among us females is, right? I bet even
Cathy with her slim, trim body believes she can spot
the excess fat on her limbs.
Cathy does make a habit of joking around about the
absence of breasts on that figure, though. Often she
complains about how guys are always looking at tits
when chasing a girl, and how that always leaves her
left out. She's joking, of course, because she has a
steady boyfriend for some time now. But anyway, the tit
department is one thing I'm not supposed to complain
about, according to my fellow gym visitors. Cathy often
jokes that when handing out breasts, they must have
given her share to me. My breasts are quite large,
indeed. Considering that I'm not that tall either,
emphasizes my chest too. And, in my opinion, my large
chest makes me look fat.
Objectively speaking, I don't suppose I'm fat. Women
have a tendency to compare themselves with the unfair
comparisons. I compare myself with Cathy, who is indeed
too slim to be true. I've never been truly slim, but
I've always managed to get myself in the regular sized
jeans, which is sort of my goal. Back in my college
days I used to a lot of rowing, and that kept me fit
enough.
Right after college came work and the serious lack of
time for sports. Add to that the natural tendency of
woman to gain weight when they get older, and you'll
understand I've had a bit more difficulty squeezing
into my old jeans. So all in all, I suppose it was a
good idea to start exercising at the gym.
Chapter One
I mentioned before the three of us usually resemble a
pack of giggling girls when we're at the gym. Usually
that also means we're not getting a lot of exercise. By
myself, on the other hand, I got plenty of exercise.
During a good hour of sweating I had all of the
exercise I usually get in two weeks time. I was feeling
really pleased with myself, when I almost bumped into a
guy because I wasn't paying attention.
He got my attention though. I was mumbling a "sorry"
and was about to head on to the dressing room, when he
said: "You're Angela Young, right?" I looked up at him,
and his face did look familiar. I couldn't place him
right away though, so I sheepishly replied: "That's
right, I'm Angela. I'm sorry, you look familiar, but
ehm...."
"Mark Ferry," he said, with a somewhat bashful smile.
"We used to be high school classmates ages ago.
Remember?"
Mark Ferry, the name did ring a bell. The image of a
tall, very skinny geek from my high school days came to
mind. Typically someone I knew by name but never by
actual contact. But standing in front of me was no
skinny geek. He was still tall, but quite muscular. It
was obvious, even with the sweatshirt on, that this was
hunk of a guy. Broad, muscular shoulders, and developed
arms were in plain sight, and I didn't dare to look
anywhere else than that. His face was older, of course,
and he was showing signs that he was losing his hair.
But his face was definitely that of Mark Ferry.
"Mark, yes, now that I take another look at your face,
I do remember. You certainly have changed though. You
used to be a skinny geek." I became red at that remark,
because I'm my head I was already complimenting Mark on
his improved physique.
Mark smiled, and replied: "And you're still the same
stunning blonde, Angela." His eyes broke away from mine
for the first time since bumping into each other, and
he cast a quick glance at the rest of me. Instantly, I
felt very exposed, as I was dressed only in my tight
workout outfit, which couldn't help but show my large
chest.
"Say, you want to go for a drink in the cafeteria? It
would be great do a little catching up," Mark offered
with an enthusiasm that made it hard to refuse. I
really did want to take a shower and change into my
daily clothes first, but since Mark showed no intention
of heading to the dressing room first, I felt like a
bad sport to introduce this delay.
We were into our third round of energy drinks when the
conversation turned to relationships. Our catching up
had been rather trivial, explaining what we had done
since high school. Mark had gone to state university
and was currently involved in a career with a large
energy company. He had made it to junior manager and
was frequently sent abroad by his company. He had been
to Indonesia the last six months, which was why I
hadn't seen him at the gym before.
"I was in a long term relationship up until two years
ago," Mark told me, "Almost got married too, but it
didn't work out that way."
So, the hunk was a single? Judging from his lifestyle
though, I guessed that at this point Mark had been
involved in the occasional short term relationship. He
didn't tell me, because that's not the sort of thing
you talk about when catching up, right?
"I've had a steady boyfriend in college, but since then
I haven't been in anything long term myself," I
replied. The term 'steady boyfriend' was probably quite
a compliment for good old Richard, who had been little
more than a very steady sex partner during my first,
and very naive year of college. And I, too, left out
numerous short flings and one night stands. This was
certainly not something you told men about, being a
decent girl, after all. All those short flings had been
in my college days though, and these last three years
had been without as much as a date for me. Maybe that
was why I was feeling a little excited in Mark's
presence.
After these mutual, and incomplete confessions came one
of those 'uncomfortable silences', during which Mark
again lingered with his eyes on my breasts. Back in my
college days this would have either embarrassed or
angered me. A male friend of mine once explained that
this is something men do that cannot be helped. This
was a guy who was deeply involved with his own steady
girl, but couldn't help but give my set of breasts an
admiring stare now and then. Since that explanation, I
can take a glance now and then without being insulted.
"Why did you and your girl break up?" I asked,
realizing that this was perhaps also such a thing you
didn't discuss during catching up.
Mark looked at me for a moment, perhaps estimating if
he could trust me with this information, then
explained: "Melissa and I eventually agreed that our
relationship had been based on sex, and little more."
At the mentioning of the word sex I blushed a little
more, but Mark continued: "We did enjoy our time
together, but we both had to admit that we did little
more together than have sex. The social outings, the
dates, all of that was just to decorate the
relationship. It was fun, but it was no more than that.
At first I was a little shocked that she would bring
this to me that way, but eventually I got to agree with
her. We broke up, not because of that, but because she
wanted to find someone she could feel comfortable
raising kids with, and spending the rest of her life
with. And that someone was just not me."
Another uncomfortable silence followed, and I was sure
I killed an enjoyable conversation. "I'm sorry," I
muttered.
"Don't be," Mark replied with a smile. "I'm not unhappy
with that period of my life, in fact I value it, and
the lessons I learned there."
Lessons learned from a relationship based on sex? Yes,
I was thinking exactly that. But Mark continued to
explain: "You see, the popular myth is that men want
sex, women want relationships, and this is where the
trouble begins. Women are told to be the sex delaying
factor in a relationship because they want to get to
know a guy first, right?"
"I suppose there has to be a level of trust before
having sex," I replied, more or less quoting the
Cosmopolitan here. Meanwhile, I was turning an even
deeper shade of red because of this subject.
Mark continued despite of my crimson color: "Well, that
may be true in a lot of cases, but I learned that sex
can be an enjoyable thing for both men and women, and
can be pursued by both men and women. Women engage
often enough in one night stands to prove this point.
But what holds them back more than their desire for a
relationship, is the fear to be considered cheap. Just
going with a guy for sex is seen by society as giving
in to the man, giving yourself away and thereby showing
yourself to be cheap, or slutty. And this is something
most women will want to avoid at all cost, right?"
I had to admit Mark was very much right about that,
indeed. As I said, in my college days I had engaged in
several short flings with no intention or desire to
turn them into relationship. I don't know if I've been
considered cheap because of that, but you certainly
didn't hear me brag about it. You heard some guys brag,
if they got laid often, and it gave them some heroic
status with the other guys. And this was really stupid,
when you think of it.
I nodded in agreement, and Mark leaned back a little,
smiling. He had proven his point and was therefore
content. He looked me in the eyes for a moment, then
said: "I mean, there is no good reason why a girl
shouldn't be able to desire sex, and pursue it like any
other guy, right? Sex can be very much enjoyable for a
man as well as for a woman, so why should a woman have
to deny herself that pleasure?"
His point had been proven with his previous statement,
but that last remark was directed at me. It was a
covert attempt to invite me into saying I wanted sex,
maybe with him. The conversation had passed beyond the
idle chit chat and had progressed into the next level.
He had made clear what he wanted, and he had opened up
the door for me to do so as well. I carefully looked
into Mark's eyes, where I found a confident gleam.
Without speaking 'the words' directly, he had made his
intentions clear, and he wasn't ashamed of it. By not
speaking 'the words' directly, he also gave me the
chance to get out of this if I didn't want to pursue
it.
A few moments passed. A few more, and the window of
opportunity would have passed. He would have gotten up
to get another drink, and would have changed the topic
to something more light-footed. But the truth was, of
course, part of me did want to take him up on his
invitation, though it was a very small part. This hunk
of a stranger, with a long relationship of experience,
was offering me sex which I hadn't had in over three
years, and the idea very much appealed to me. My one
night stand days were over though, I had left them in
college. And despite Mark's entire argument, I was
still uncomfortable with agreeing to sex so easily. I
was still worried about his good opinion about me. A
decision had to be made, of course, and fast.
Mark blinked, looked away, and was about to get up.
"Alright," I said, and his eyes were fixed on mine
again. I already regretted it, but I was going to
diplomatically imply I wanted to have sex with Marc. I
took a few moments to choose my words carefully, then
said: "Lets say a girl would want to give in to her
urges. She still would never want to show this
directly."
Smiling, Mark answered: "As soon as a hint has been
given, the couple would have to agree on an excuse to
get together somewhere, that would be acceptable to the
people around them."
This left the door open for the cheesy but effective
'are you coming to my place for a nightcap', but then
we were startled in our conversation by one of the gym
employees.
"Closing time, ladies and gents, last round." He then
spotted us, still in our workout clothes. He walked
over, and said: "I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid you can
no longer use the showers tonight. The gym closes at
ten.
We had certainly lost track of time, as it was almost
ten. The employee had also ruined our conversation
though. You know the expression 'the ice has been
broken', but this was the other way around. Mark got
up, and I tried to do so as well, but after an hour of
exercise and more than an hour of sitting still I had a
pair of sore legs. With obvious effort, I got up and
Mark couldn't help but smile a little. The sexual
tension was plummeting fast.
Chapter Two
A few minutes later we were outside, with our coats on
and bags in our hands. For a few moments, none of us
spoke as we watched the other gym visitors walk by.
Then, as a sort of goodbye, Mark said: "My place is on
the other side of town. I'd like to have you over for a
drink some time."
It sounded as a sort of 'I'll call you later' goodbye,
but I the disappointment in his voice was clear enough
to me. After the daring conversation back in the gym
cafeteria, daring Mark now didn't want to propose going
to my place, or taking me with him now. So with a deep
breath I decided to salvage his hard work with my most
daring words so far: "Well, my place is only a five
minute walk from here. You can use my shower, of you
like."
Inviting someone to use your shower when you damn well
know that person has a shower himself is a pretty
obvious remark with the intent to get someone's clothes
off. Mark's expression changed instantly from a tense
smile to a very wide one. He didn't have to actually
say he accepted the offer now, so instead he said:
"Lead the way."
A good fifteen minute walk later, I lied about the
five, we arrived at my apartment building. I showed an
obvious effort in getting up the stairs, and Mark
commented as we came to my front door: "I can give you
a massage if you'd like. I'm sure it will help with the
sore muscles." I opened my front door, and could only
smile bashfully, with a very deep red color on my face.
By this time I was starting to realize what this was
going to. The possibility of sex hadn't actually
settled into my head just ye. And a massage meant his
hands on my body, which made it all a lot closer.
I quickly showed Mark the apartment with a small living
room, bed room and bathroom. I offered him the use of
the shower, but he insisted: "Ladies first."
Yeah right, I was really into the lady thing, inviting
a guy over like this. The remark turned my cheeks red
once more, something Mark definitely noticed. By now he
had probably realized I was perhaps a little in over my
head with the situation. He sat down on the couch and
turned on the television, giving me a little room to do
my thing. I made sure I had towels and my robe in the
bathroom, something I usually don't bother with since I
live alone.
I took a long shower, and it hardly helped me to relax.
I contemplated using a cold shower to cool down, but I
decided against it. If I were to cool down now, so to
speak, I probably would go so far as to send Mark out
on his own before midnight. After a good fifteen minute
shower I emerged from the shower trembling, not from
the cold but from the tension I think.
After drying myself off, I gave myself a nervous smile
in the mirror. This was all too ridiculous, I thought
to myself. Here I was, at age 25, a grown woman. And I
was nervous as a schoolgirl because there was a guy in
my apartment. hunk of guy, of course, who had received
enough sexual hints that made it almost impossible to
turn back now.
I put on some underwear, a shirt and the robe, and
carefully opened the bathroom door. Mark looked up from
the television and smiled as he saw me. Then he
recognized the obvious tension in my face, and his
smile faltered a little. He got up, and walked towards
the bathroom. "It's all yours," I muttered, "towels are
in the...."
He interrupted me by softly taking my head in his hands
and giving me a soft kiss on the lips. That shut me up
all right, but it was certainly an ice breaker once
again. I felt a lot of tension lifting from me. The
kiss was short, but sweet, and after the kiss Marc
said: "Look, I'm going to take a shower. After that, I
would very much like to give you a massage for those
aching muscles. Just lie down on the bed and take off
whatever you feel like. What happens after that is
completely up to you, all right?"
I smiled at him, feeling all of the tension slide away
for a moment. No obliged sex after all. A good massage,
a kiss and perhaps a phone number. I could deal with
that. I nodded in agreement, and continued my earlier
sentence: "Towels are in that closet." As Mark walked
in, I added: "On the top shelf is a bottle of massage
oil."
With the sound of the running shower I walked into my
bedroom, and took off the robe. My bed is a little on
the small side, it would certainly be a cozy night if I
decided to let Mark stay. Very cozy indeed, with his
large torso and my boobs in the way. Spooning, side by
side we would both still run the risk of spilling over
the side.
However, I decided that this certainly would not be an
issue. I lay down on the bed, contemplating the
situation. I probably wouldn't be able to escape taking
off the shirt, but the key to sex or no sex would be
the underwear. If I would lie down without the shirt
but with my underwear on, a smart guy like Mark would
probably take the hint and know he could give me a
massage, steal a kiss and maybe even a glance at my
naked boobs, but that would be all. If I would be lying
there naked, he would take that as a hint that I was
ready to go all the way.
I took off the shirt, and tossed it into the corner. I
intended to make the final decision about my panties
when I would hear the water stop running. Meanwhile, I
closed my eyes and imagined Mark's muscular torso
without his shirt. Would he have chest hair? Would his
nipples harden as I rubbed his chest?
I dreamed away at the imagined sight of Marks muscles,
when suddenly I realized I couldn't well receive a
massage lying on the bed. I'd better get a towel to lie
on. With that realization, I also heard the water being
turned off in the bathroom. I got up, and walked over
to the bathroom. I realized I would be walking in there
nearly naked, and hesitated. Of course, I would be as
near-naked or worse during the massage. So I knocked
softly and opened the bathroom door.
"I need a towel to lie on," I spoke hurriedly. I had
single arm covering both my breasts, which came down to
covering the nipples squeezing them to my chest. I was
sure making a display of myself. I got the towel, then
came up with an idea, and got a second towel as well. I
glanced at Mark, and I saw he was not casually glancing
at me, but downright staring at my breasts. I decided
to return the favor, and started staring at his nipples
with a wicked smile.
Mark chuckled, and decently turned his head away. "I'm
sorry," he said with a slight mock in his voice, "but
you happen to have the most amazing breasts. I didn't
mean to stare."
"I'm sure you didn't." I replied with a smile, pleased
with the compliment. Because of their obvious size, I'm
quite insecure about my breasts. They're already
sagging just a little, and I don't consider them my
best asset. "See you in a minute," I added, as I walked
out. I returned to the bedroom, and spread out the
beach towel on the bed. Then, I took off my underwear
and lay down on the bed. I then took the second towel,
and draped it over my bottom, effectively making it
unclear if I had my panties on or not. I had decided I
wanted Mark to stay, but I didn't want to make it too
obvious.
I had to wait for Mark, and I felt the uncertain
tension returning. I was the young school girl all over
again. But I decided I had crossed the point of no
return when taking off the panties. I would wait and
hope for the best.
Chapter three
Mark entered my bedroom, and I could see from the
corner of my eye he was wearing only his shorts. He
looked absolutely gorgeous, and yes, he had chest hair.
I closed my eyes, I would thoroughly examine that chest
hair soon enough. Mark carefully seated himself,
straddling across my back. He was almost sitting on my
behind, and thus had the ideal position to start
massaging my shoulders. He applied a generous amount of
oil on my shoulders, and began rubbing them.
Taking his time, Mark slowly massaged my shoulders and
neck. It felt heavenly, he obviously knew what he was
doing. The remaining tension flowed away as I was
rubbed into a snooze. I was almost entering the state
of dreaming, when I felt Mark move. He repositioned
himself, now straddling my legs. He bent over to put
his hands on my back and I could swear I felt something
hard poke at my bottom. At the very least, part of Mark
was not just here for the massage. He reapplied oil to
my back, and carefully continued. The rubbing of the
shoulders had been firm, but Mark was a lot more
careful with my back. After all, I thought, he wasn't a
professional, but simply a skilled amateur, and he
didn't want to hurt me.
He was working on my back for some time, going over and
over the same spots, when I realized I was the one who
had to decide if the towel on my bottom would come off.
Mark was being such a gentleman, he probably wouldn't
take it off himself.
"Here," I simply said, as I reached behind and removed
the towel. I fell to the ground, now exposing my behind
completely, as well as making it clear in no uncertain
terms that I was completely naked. Mark eagerly
accepted the open invitation. He shifted a little and
began rubbing my behind. He was able to work two hands
on a cheek at the same time, and once again he applied
firm pressure. It felt great to have my cheeks rubbed
like this, and I almost didn't want him to stop.
Eventually, he did though. He moved down and began
massaging my legs. It was my most sore area, so when he
began rubbing my thighs I let out an approving moan. He
thoroughly worked on one leg, then another. From up to
down, and back up again. When he was working on my
upper thigh he was definitely close enough to my pussy
to feel the warmth that had been building up there.
Then, he placed one hand on my inner thigh, and pressed
it up against it, one finger softly pressing against my
outer pussy lips. I voiced no protest, and although I
didn't mean to I slightly opened my legs a little
further. Everything was clear now, no more words were
needed.
He moved off of me, allowing me the room to turn myself
around. I needed no instructions to do so, so I turned
myself on my back, carefully making sure I wouldn't
fall off the bed. I looked at Mark's eyes with a dreamy
expression. I was totally relaxed now, and I was
certain I was going to enjoy the rest of this. He bent
over me, and kissed me softly on the lips. It was a
long, slow kiss. No tongue, just kissing, just the way
I like it. Then, he broke the kiss, and whispered: "I'm
not done yet."
He then continued to firmly massage my thighs, my most
sore region after all. It felt very good to feel my
legs relax. Mark seemed to sense when he had done
enough massaging. I still had my eyes closed when I
felt him shift his body up a bit. He rubbed some
massage oil onto my belly, but he was done there
quickly enough.
I smiled as I felt a generous amount of oil spill on my
left breast, and then on my right one. He then began to
softly stroke my breasts with slow, circular motions.
It felt great, and very relaxing. Due to their weight,
my breasts endure a lot of punishment in the daytime,
especially on an exercise night. This kind of attention
was just the thing they needed, and part of me wished
it wouldn't stop.
"You really have gorgeous breasts," Mark commented
softly as he continued rubbing. 'I think they're too
big,' or 'you're just saying that', were remarks I
would usually use as a response, but this time Mark got
no argument from me. I simply widened my smile and
enjoyed the compliment as it was given.
After a good eternity of breast massage, Mark slowly
bent over and kissed each of my nipples softly, which I
though was just so sweet. He then moved up and kissed
me on the lips. The kiss started slowly, then our
tongues met and it became a little more passionately.
Mark shifted his weight and began lying on top of me.
He was tall, muscular and therefore very much heavier
than me, but he used his elbows to keep the weight off
of me. I spread my legs, and he easily slipped in
between them.
It was at that time when a touch of alarm struck me.
Mark still had his shorts on, so I hadn't been able to
get a look at his dick yet, even if I had opened my
eyes during the massage. But now I felt something very
large and very hard pressing against my thigh. It had
been over three years for me since I had been in
contact with a male 'organ', so at first I thought it
was just that. I needed a new getting used to. Still, I
couldn't shake the thought Mark might be quite well
endowed. At that point, I considered myself just
getting luckier.
Our kisses became more passionate, and I was having a
great time rubbing my hands all over his muscular
shoulders. At one point, when Mark momentarily broke
the kiss to give a little attention to my left breast,
I remembered something my college boyfriend had told
me. Eventually a guy will always go ahead and take the
initiative during sex, but he will just love it if a
girl shows she wants it as badly as he does.
Now that was in my naive college days, when I would lay
back and let it all happen to me, but I realized I was
being a little passive at the moment. So when Mark
returned to kissing me, I reached down with the
intention of sliding down his shorts. It was, after
all, a little silly he still had those on. Mark was a
good deal taller than me, of course, and I could barely
slide his shorts down a little. But the hint was taken
most eagerly, and Mark freed one of his own hands to
remove his shorts all the way.
At that moment, I got a good look at what exactly I had
invited into my bed, and more specifically, into
myself. A good deal of the tension returned to me, and
I stiffened up a little as a result. No way I had
forgotten the 'average size' in the last three years.
Well maybe I had, but this was definitely beyond
average. Marks dick was as thick as or thicker than my
wrist, and a lot longer than anything that had ever
been inside of me. This was not what I expected to
celebrate the end of a three year celibacy. For a
moment I imagined a thoroughly blood stained bed as I
would surely be ripped apart by that thing.
Mark returned on top of me, and after a short kiss he
felt my uneasiness. He looked at me with a confident
smile, and whispered: "I know what you're thinking.
Just relax, it will go just fine."
'Sure, that's what they all say', I thought to myself.
But I did feel better then, probably because I trusted
him already, and he had known what he was doing during
the massage. We returned to kissing, and I relaxed a
little again. After a minute or so, he broke the kiss,
and returned to kissing my left breast.
For a moment I thought he was just kissing my breast
briefly before returning to my lips, as he had done a
few times already. Then he turned his attention to my
other breast while I felt his body shift down a little.
He continued kissing me all over my breasts, and then
my belly. All the while, his body was traveling further
off the bed. I realized he was going down to eat my
pussy!
This hadn't happened to me since my college years, and
back then it had been done by a total rookie. My
boyfriend back then had given me oral sex a few times
when he felt the need to do a little extra. You see,
I'm part of that significant percentage of women who
can only climax by direct stimulation of the clitoris.
Sure enough, I enjoy the physical act of sex itself,
but I always have needed to get stimulated directly in
order to reach my climax. Often enough, I had been left
without an orgasm of my own after a sex session which
had been very satisfying for the guy who had just
screwed me. So you can see how important the fact was
to me that Mark was now traveling downward with his
trail of kisses to my lower regions.
Mark climbed off the bed and kneeled next to it, and
lowered his head between my thighs, which I eagerly
spread out for him. For a moment, I had forgotten all
about his engorged manhood that we would have to
squeeze in there later on. After a few soft kisses on
the inside of my thighs, I felt his tongue slowly
pressing against my pussy lips. He was licking me over
and over again, and it felt great.
After a little while, what I felt most was my clit
demanding attention, and I began to get a little
frustrated. I shifted my hips and tried to move my clit
towards his tongue. He evaded for a moment, seemingly
to tease me. Then I felt the direct contact of his
tongue and it felt like a tazer had been pressed into
me. His hands grasped my hips in order to keep me a
little still and he began to slowly rub my clit with
his tongue. Now I'm usually not a moaner, but I
couldn't help but let out an obviously approving groan
right then.
After a few heavenly minutes of this, I finally felt
his pace quicken and I felt my orgasm building. Now
rest assured that this wouldn't be my first orgasm in
three years, but this did feel like it was going to be
a tad more intense than the ones I had arranged for by
myself. I felt my hips tense up, and my stomach
cramped. Mark felt my climax coming, and his response
was to slow down! Of all things, I needed him to speed
up the pace and he was teasing me at the worst time.
After a few slow licks I couldn't take it anymore and
had to let out a begging moan in order to urge him on.
Apparently satisfied I had been teased enough, Mark
doubled his pace and pressure, setting me on fire
completely. Moments later I was shaken thoroughly by
one of the most intense climaxes ever, during which
Mark strained to keep applying his tongue. My hips were
all over the place, but clearly Mark realized that if
he let go of me now, my sensation would be gone.
A full few seconds later, I was coming down from my
climax a little and began to relax. Mark was still
between my legs, slowly licking my pussy lips,
occasionally flicking my clit. I was very sensitive at
this moment, so it felt quite intense. Any moment now,
he would climb back on top of me, and we could begin
squeezing him into me.
Despite his size, I was beginning to feel I was up to
the task. After all, I was quite wet down there right
now. But Mark had other plans. He continued licking my
lips for a few minutes until I had relaxed again, then
I felt him returning to my clit once more. He sensed it
was still sensitive, and he proceeded with slow, soft
licks that soon made me realize he wouldn't stop what
he was doing down there until I had my second climax of
the still young night.
One of his fingers entered me, and that alone was
already a tight squeeze. But the rubbing of his finger
was a good sensation that added significantly to the
experience. After minutes of slow finger fucking and
licking, Mark quickened his pace a little. I felt my
second climax building deep within my stomach and felt
this one was going to be even more intense.
A second finger was added to the one already inside of
me, and again it was a tight fit. Mark had his work cut
out for him, but it was no concern of mine just yet. I
was out of this world, enjoying the pleasure Mark was
giving me. There was no teasing pause this time as Mark
continued to work on me until I buckled from my intense
orgasm. He was unable to keep his head in position this
time, though, but he quickly shifted his hand to keep
rubbing me while my climax continued. It must have
lasted a good two minutes, and afterwards I was very
thankful Mark wasn't that kind of guy who believes
women climaxes should last as long as those of men.
Climbing back on the bed, Mark lay down beside me and
took my shivering body in his arms. He held me tightly
and I felt afloat on a cloud of pleasure as my climax
slowly subsided. When reality slowly returned to me.
and soft kisses were once again planted on my lips, I
also realized a large erection was pressing against me.
We weren't done yet, of course.
Mark was again patient enough to leave the next step to
me. Eventually, I broke the kiss and pushed him away
from me a little. I sat up on the bed and decided to
give his erect member a closer examination. I was
beginning to get worried again, as looked over the
thing that had to squeeze into me in a few moments. I
hadn't been wrong the first time, it *was* as thick as
my wrist. It was easy to compare it with a cucumber,
though it wasn't that long, thankfully.
I'm not that good with inches, but Mark was seven or
eight inches long, which was a at least an inch longer
than I had ever had inside of me. Knowing Mark had to
squeeze two of his fingers into my pussy, I was
beginning to believe this was an impossible mission. Of
course, I trusted Mark by then. He had proven himself
enough of a careful lover to make me sure he wouldn't
squeeze beyond my limitations.
I briefly considered a backup plan. I would be
extremely unfair to let Mark go home without a little
pleasure, so I was obliged to do at least something. If
actual sex was no option, there was always the option
of blowing him. This was something I have always been
uncomfortable with, and I had done it only twice for my
college boyfriend. My guess was I wouldn't be very good
at it, and I wondered how long I could keep my mouth
*that* wide open. Manual stimulation was the only
alternative, but I considered that a little poor
considering all Mark had done for me so far. I took a
deep breath and decided I had to do what I had to do.
Not very confidently I forced a weak smile at Mark, who
just smiled back at me. "Here's a kiss for good luck,"
I softly said with a trembling voice. I bent over to
his dick, not to blow him, but at least to make the
head of his penis as slick as I could make it. As I
guessed before, I couldn't get him inside my mouth
without getting my teeth in the way, so I settled for a
very wet kiss on the head with lots of tongue. I worked
my way around the head of his dick a couple of times,
meanwhile stroking the shaft with both of my hands.
From the corner of my eye I could see Mark was laying
back and enjoying it. 'This could actually work', I
thought to myself, sensing a possible escape.
For a moment I broke away to get some more air, and
that was the moment Mark sensed it was time to move on.
He sat up and softly took hold of my shoulders. He
kissed me, then laid me down on the bed, lying on my
side with my back turned to him. I felt his weight
shift on the bed, and soon enough I felt his muscular
arms around me again from behind.
His hips pressed against my ass, and he used one hand
to lift my upper leg. This allowed his large and now
slick member to press against my tight and even slicker
pussy. Mark used the hand that had slipped underneath
me to take hold of my breast, and his other hand to
take my hand. He guided my hand towards his dick, and
pressed it against it. He was clearly showing that I
was the one who would have to decide what would happen,
when and where.
I knew what I to do, I had done this before, right?
Well, I guess I had. I took hold of his slippery dick,
just below the head, and pressed it against my pussy
lips. After rubbing it there for a few moments, during
which I became more and more convinced this wasn't
going to work, I was at least convinced that things
weren't going to get more slippery. Thankfully, I
wasn't drying up from the tension. My body either
didn't realize what it was getting into (or what was
getting into it), or it felt up to the challenge.
Feeling the head of his dick at my opening, I felt good
enough to give it a try. I pushed and felt strain at my
opening, and Mark didn't go in. I rubbed a few more
times, opened my legs a little wider, and pushed again.
No result. Meanwhile I could feel Mark getting
impatient. He was rubbing my tit nervously, and was
kissing my neck without full attention.
The next time I pushed I felt him push himself as well,
and this hurt a little. For a moment I panicked again,
thinking Mark would lose control and eventually push
inside no matter the room he had. Then, in a moment of
clarity I shifted myself a few degrees to allow for a
better angle and pushed again. With Marks added
pressure, I felt the head of his dick slip inside of
me. With the improved angle, there was no pain but I
felt a strong pressure on my stretched pussy. It was
certainly a tight fit.
Mark used his free hand to turn my head a little, and
he kissed me passionately. "That feels so good," he
complimented, and I was able to force out a weak smile
again. I pushed my hips down a little and I felt him
slip in a little deeper. Mark then took a firm hold of
my hip and began pushing the top end of his dick in and
out of me. He was taking over, and I let him. I figured
the worst was over, and it would only get better from
here on.
His dick got just a little deeper with every few
pushes, but it certainly wasn't like I was able to take
him comfortably. Still, it didn't hurt yet so I went
with it, meeting his slow movements with my hips. All
things considered, I guess I should be really amazed at
Marks ability to control himself.
I must have been really tight on him, and still he
pushed in and out of me longer than I had usually
experienced. His dick was now more than half way inside
of me, and I guess it wasn't going to get any deeper in
this position. My pussy felt is was stretched to its
limits, but it also felt like it didn't need to stretch
any further.
Now with one hand on my breast and another tight around
my waist, Mark pulled me against him tightly, and began
to quicken his pace. While still kissing my turned
head, he pushed in and out of me with quick, short
strokes. This went for a few minutes, but it felt like
forever to me. I was still straining from his size.
Also, I decided somewhere around this point that I was
definitely one of those women who would not climax from
actual sex. If this didn't do it for me, I didn't want
to know what would.
I felt Mark stiffen a little, his short strokes became
less controlled. He was nearing his climax and part of
me looked forward to this ordeal being over. Then I
felt him slowing down his strokes, until he came to a
full stop with the tip of his dick just at the entrance
of my pussy. After a long and deep kiss he very slowly
pushed himself inside again. This he repeated a few
times, in and out real slowly. I realized what he was
doing and couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan.
He was delaying his own orgasm so the sex would last
longer! I briefly remembered the times when I was
frustrated the sex had been over too soon when my
boyfriend would come only a minute or two after
entering me. At those times I may have wished for a guy
with Mark's sexual stamina. But this was the other way
around!
After what seemed like an hour of frustrating slow
movement, Mark once again pulled me against him
tightly. My breasts were becoming a little sore from
the constant attention, but at least I felt him
speeding up a little again. The position we were in
didn't allow him to make those longs strokes quickly,
so he resorted to the short, quick ones soon enough. He
lasted even longer this time, and by the time I felt
him stiffen up again I was already exhausted from the
sexual efforts.
I felt him shift a little and he was able to push half
an inch deeper into me. I was still very tight there,
and he needed only a few pushes more to help him over
the edge. I felt his entire body becoming hard against
me as he clutched me tightly and let out a groan as he
reached orgasm. Usually you don't feel a thing of the
actual ejaculation, but I felt this one all right.
Mark's large and muscular body not only tightened up
against me, but he shot his load inside of me, and
because of the cramped space in there I felt it slowly
streaming out of me a few moments later. Marks slowly
body relaxed, and after a few strokes with his now
shrinking dick, he pulled out of me.
It felt like a new hole had been drilled into me. In a
way, this was literally the case. This was most
certainly what you would call 'screwing', as at
literally refers to putting a screw into a tight spot
that is barely large enough for it. Mark turned on his
back and nearly fell off the bed. There really wasn't
much room left over when we were side by side.
In the old days I would use this time to head to the
bathroom and clean myself up a little, but it was too
late for that now anyway. The bed was a mess, but it
would dry up eventually. Besides, I was too exhausted
to get up. So I turned around and curled up against
Mark, giving him a few kisses on the shoulder. He put
his arm around me, pulled my head to his face and
kissed me deeply. Then I lay my head on his shoulder,
and we lay there for a few minutes, both breathing
deeply.
Chapter Four
Now was the time to enjoy myself with his chest hair,
and that's what I did. I ran my fingers through it and
curled it around them. I teased his nipple and squeezed
his muscles. Mark had his eyes closed, but his free
hand managed to find my breast and he squeezed it
gently. I thoroughly enjoyed these moments, because now
the time was getting close that either Mark would fall
asleep or Mark would decide he was going home. At least
there was no pillow talk, and I was thankful. 'Was it
good for you?' is such a destructive question. If it
was, you were usually pretty sure about it. If you
weren't sure about it, it was a bad idea to ask.
While playing with Mark's chest, I glanced down at his
penis. It was limp, very slick and not nearly as
fearsome as it had been a few minutes ago. I smiled, in
a way proud that I had tamed that monster, though it
felt I had nearly sacrificed myself in doing so. My
eyes wandered and found the clock, and I was surprised
it was only twelve thirty. Two and a half hours ago we
were kicked out of the gym, and here we were recovering
from tonight's real work out. At that time I considered
I was probably going to get a good nights sleep and
still be on time for work the next day.
Mark lifted my head and began kissing me softly again.
He hadn't fallen asleep after all, but perhaps this was
his goodbye kiss then. I felt a little sorry, because I
could enjoy sleeping while lying against his body, even
though it would mean a cramped night. I felt his hand
stroking my belly, my behind, my hip, and then my
breast again. This wasn't feeling like a goodbye kiss
to me. Without breaking the kiss, I slowly crept down
with my free hand and investigated my suspicion.
After curling through his pubic hair as a diversion I
felt a little lower and a shock went trough me. His
dick was fully erect again and as huge as ever! Most
men I had been with hadn't been able to recover in ten
minutes like Mark just did. I think I hid my panic a
little better than last time, because Mark didn't break
the kiss and continued stroking by breast.
Mark was a good kisser, and I really did enjoy those
next few moments. He was kissing me passionately while
gently stroking my breast. Meanwhile I was running my
free hand through his chest hair again, which still
felt very good. Eventually, my hand traveled over his
flat stomach through his pubic hair towards his large
organ again. I skipped the penis for a moment, and
began lightly squeezing his balls.
Compared to his dick, they didn't feel like they were
unusually large. But I think if I could have gotten a
good look at them I would have been able to say for
certain that they were larger than usual. They felt
just slightly smaller than a pair of eggs. At least one
of them was, and the other was a little smaller than
that.
I wished I had gotten to examine Mark's balls before
the first time, to see if the size changed after sex.
It had felt like he had ejaculated a liter inside of
me, but I knew that was just silly. Most of what had
been spurted into me a good fifteen minutes ago hadn't
come from Mark's testicles anyway.
I began stroking the shaft of his dick. I planned on
slowly working my way up to the head, but Mark had
other plans. He lifted himself from his lying position
and gently pushed me on my back. I expected him to
position himself on top of me, but for the moment he
had other plans. He turned on his side and wrapped one
arm around my shoulder and used his free hand to hold
my head as he continued to kiss me. His dick had been
draped across my thigh, and while I used one hand to
rub through his hair I used the other one to start
rubbing the head of his dick. This was clearly a
sensitive area, because I felt a few good shivers
running through Mark's body while I did that.
Then Mark did what I had expected earlier; he moved on
top of me slipped in between my legs. Again he used his
arms to keep most of the weight off of me, but still he
was pressed up against me nice and cozily. He freed one
of his hands for a moment, and guided the head of his
penis to press against my still slick opening. He began
kissing me slowly again, while using his hips to rub
his dick up and down against my pussy. Sensing Mark
would need all the room he could get, I spread my legs
as wide as was comfortable. Mark responded by pushing
upward a little more. This firmly lodged the tip of his
penis inside my opening, which clearly was not up to
the task just yet. I felt frustrated that only about
thirty minutes after being thoroughly opened by Mark, I
felt almost as tight as before.
Apparently, Mark didn't mind or he was used to it in a
way. He began pushing the tip in and out of my opening,
which didn't cause a lot of energetic movement, but did
get the juices flowing so to speak. I felt my fluids
leaking between my ass cheeks and it tickled like
crazy. This was the moment my opening couldn't get any
juicier, and Mark apparently noticed this. He stopped
his up and down motion and freed one hand once more to
guide his dick, or actually to push his dick. After a
firm but patient push, and resistance from my tight
opening, the slippery knob at the top of his penis
slowly slipped inside of me. Mark groaned, and his body
stiffened.
He almost came right then and there, the tight
sensation being nearly too much for him. After a few
moments, he dared to move again, but he did it slowly.
Mark's hands returned to my sides, keeping his weight
off of me, while still keeping me in a locked position.
With slow, pistoning movements Mark eventually managed
to squeeze half of his manhood inside of me. With our
current position, that was the best that he would be
able to do.
While slowly fucking me with half of his length, Mark
returned to kissing me deeply. This was a wonderful
sensation. My upper half was completely locked into
position, and I was only able to move my legs right
now. I knew from my limited college experiences, that I
would have to lift my legs up to give Mark more access
and freedom of movement between my legs. I was having
difficulty handling his size, but I was still curious
somehow how it would feel to have more of him inside of
me. But for the time being, I was enjoying myself too
much to change our position.
This slow, half-fucking seemed to go on for hours,
though it was probably a few minutes at most. I felt
Mark getting slightly irregular at his short strokes.
He was trying to pull back a little more each time, and
I guessed he was trying to make longer movements. I
sensed it was time for action on my part. When he was
halfway inside again, I slipped my hands down to his
hips to keep him in place for a moment. Then I lifted
my legs up as far as I could effectively folding myself
and completely exposing myself to Mark. This gave him
complete access and he knew it. He broke the kiss for a
moment and gave me a heartwarming smile as if I had
just done him the biggest favor ever.
Mark lifted himself up, supporting himself with his
arms and pulled his dick out almost completely, then
slowly pushed back in almost as far in as it would go.
Very slowly he began pushing in and out again, opening
up a new region inside of me with every push. After
what seemed like a very long time he was sliding almost
his entire length in and out of me with every stroke.
He started to speed up, still making those long strokes
in and out of me. Mark's head was starting to turn red
and he was sweating; clearly this was an effort for him
as well. Audible slurping sounds were being produced as
well, if it wasn't so good it would be almost gross.
And how was I feeling during all of this? I couldn't
begin to describe it. First of all, I had never had
actual sex for this long before. And Mark was screwing
me with by far the largest dick I had ever had inside
of me. The only way I can put it, is that I was being
thoroughly fucked. I didn't climax, but I felt some
sensations I never felt before, that was for sure. I
could feel his entire dick inside of me all the time,
stretching my insides every time again. I was too tight
for Mark, and only the large quantity of slick juices
made all this possible. So despite the obvious effort,
it was a heavenly experience.
I wasn't being pinned down any more, the only contact
between us was Mark's dick inside of me, so I had
complete freedom of movement. At first my arms were
limply lying on the bed, but soon enough I needed them
to keep my legs up. I wasn't going to keep this up much
longer. Then I felt Mark shortening his strokes,
keeping himself as deep inside of me as he could. He
was about to come, and I decided I wanted to be a part
of it. I pulled him towards me with my arms and legs
around him and I kissed him deeply. Firmly embraced by
me, Mark managed his last few pushes inside of me. With
his last deep push I felt his entire body tensing up.
Again I felt his ejaculation deep within me, and Mark
uttered a loud groan of release.
Mark's body shuddered, and I felt almost every part of
his orgasm as if it was one of my own. More sperm was
coming out of him now, and already I could feel it
leaking out of me. The bed was going to be a mess. Mark
made a few short strokes with his still engorged organ,
but his climax was quickly running to its end. With
each soft push his body trembled, as his penis was now
super sensitive. At last, I could feel his dick
becoming a little smaller, and he began to pull out.
A slurping sound was heard as he pulled out, and as
exhausted as I was, I still managed a weak giggle. Both
exhausted, we managed to displace our bodies a little
to avoid the stain in the sheet. Mark turned me on my
side and pushed himself against my back, spooning me. I
felt his limp penis settling in the crack between my
upper thighs. Mark then used his arms to hug me
tightly. I generally love hugs, and way Mark was
holding me now was maybe the best hug I ever had.
My eyes were on the clock on the nightstand. I was
amazed it was only a few minutes after one. My most
thorough fuck ever had lasted little over ten minutes.
Still a record for me, of course, but it had seemed to
last hours. Completely exhausted, I fell asleep into a
very warm dream of which I remember nothing.
Chapter Five
I slept deeply, but when I woke up I first entered a
half waking state in which I realized only little of
where I was. I first noticed the clock, which was on
4.12 AM. I felt Mark's arms around me, and this felt
very good. I felt Marks body against me, and the warm
feeling it caused was also very pleasant. I felt a wet
spot at my knees, and I realized it was probably the
considerable stain we had caused earlier that hadn't
dried up yet. Then I realized I also felt Mark's penis,
once again erect and throbbing, pushing against the
crack of my ass.
This shocked me at first, and I briefly considered Mark
was trying to screw me in my sleep. But as I became a
little more awake, I began noticing what was really
happening. Mark's breathing was short and agitated, but
his embrace was still a bit loose. He was holding as
still as he could, and only his dick was actively
pushing against me. I guessed he was awake, exited and
ready to go, so to speak, but also keeping quiet in an
effort
not to wake me.
I considered briefly to hold still and pretend I was
still sleeping. Perhaps Mark would fall asleep
eventually. But then I remembered how long he had been
hard the previous times. This had to be quite
uncomfortable for him, and who knew how long he had
been awake already at that moment. I thought about
asking if he was awake, but decided against it. There
had been very little talk between us, and action had
always seemed more appropriate. I lifted my leg a
little to allow for a little room between my thighs.
With a short jerk, Mark's dick slipped between my legs
and pressed against my labia. I turned my head sideways
and his lips found mine soon enough.
Mark clearly didn't want to sacrifice his hold on me to
allow for better kissing, so it was a light touch that
emphasized the contact at my mound. One of his hands
had cupped one of my breasts. Despite Mark having large
hands he couldn't cup it completely, so held it as best
as he could as he started tweaking the nipple.
His other hand explored my pussy lips. I was only awake
for a few minutes, so I wasn't as moist as I had been
before. Mark realized he had some work to do, so he
licked his own fingers and began massaging my pussy
lips. After moistening the outer lips my pussy slowly
began juicing up. Mark switched his attention to my
clit, circling it with one finger and occasionally
giving it a flick. Meanwhile, he shifted his position a
little, and the head of his dick was soon locked again
against my opening. He was clearly working to moisten
things so he could squeeze his dick in once again. And
if I didn't know better, I would have considered all
this very self-centered.
Again, Mark felt resistance from my tightness as he
tried to push in. My guess was he had been awake for
some time, holding still with only his erection telling
him to make his move. He was clearly impatient and was
pushing at my entrance despite the current lack of
fluids there to make it easy. Back in my college days,
I had resorted to blowing my boyfriend off when my
pussy didn't appear to be in the mood. But by know I
knew that getting this huge organ in my mouth was
impossible. If Mark was going to get a release, for the
third time I might add, it was going to have to be
inside me again.
I took hold of the penis' tip and began smearing some
juices over it. Part of me wanted my body to recover
for a few weeks, but part of me wanted to have sex
again as I we had had only a few hours ago. It took a
good few minutes, and I felt Mark pushing impatiently,
but then I decided I was as slick as I was going to be.
I pushed the head of his penis against my entrance, and
pushed down a little.
Sensing my effort, Mark pushed upward himself and the
miracle happened: he slipped in. Marks left hand was
still holding my breast, he now used his other hand to
firmly grasp my hip. He started his in- and out motions
again and began pushing himself half way inside me
again. From behind, He was able to get three quarters
of his dick in before movement would be uncomfortable.
This time I was completely locked in my current
position. Mark's arms and body were keeping me in this
position and I realized I was only able to move by
fighting Mark. At that particular moment I thought
realized what it felt like to be a sex object. I was
merely here to be wrapped around Mark's dick and
relieve him of excess sperm, though I had to doubt he
had excess left. More likely, he was tapping into the
reserves now. Then, I felt Mark slowing down his
motions again, probably prolonging the sex again.
After a short pause during which he kissed me deeply,
he began to slowly fuck me again. It was nothing like
the thorough fuck he had given me earlier, during which
he had been able to slide his entire length in and out
of me, but my pussy was being stretched to her limits
once again. Mark made no effort to hold back this time,
a few minutes later his strokes became shorter and
shorter until he made one final push deep inside of me
while his entire body stiffened as he came deep inside
me for the third time.
He embraced me tightly as he came, and I felt his body
shudder for minutes. It was truly an intimate moment,
as he groaned in my neck and trembled against me. Again
I felt him ejaculate inside me, and again I felt his
fluids run out of me a few moments later. It all made a
sticky mess on my inner thigh this time. And as Mark
finally pulled out of me, I declared this a perfect
time to visit my bathroom.
Mark and I cleaned ourselves up as well as we could,
and I managed to clean up some mess with the towel I
had used earlier. All this time no words were spoken,
but as soon as I returned to bed, Mark kissed me deeply
and looked at me with a smile that said a thousand
words. Either he was a good faker, or he was thoroughly
enjoying himself here tonight. This pleased me, though
I had to admit I would have preferred Mark with a
slightly smaller penis.
The thought itself amused me though. Back in college,
us girls had joked endlessly about guys who were well
hung. And here I was. feeling sorry for myself because
I had been stretched open like I had been. Still, I
didn't feel any pain, just the sensation of being
stretched. Like when you spread your legs a little
further than you know you should.
After a few deep kisses, Mark amused himself with
massaging my breast for a few minutes. He was lying on
his back, and I had my head on his shoulder. Both of us
were rapidly falling asleep. If I hadn't been
completely exhausted before, I was now. Even Mark, with
his athletic build and excellent shape seemed somewhat
tired. He was warm and a bit sweaty, and his breathing
was deep for a few minutes. My free hand was firmly
embedded in Mark's chest hair as I finally dozed off.
Chapter Six
A healthy dose of sunlight was creeping into my room,
and the clock was about to show the 8 am in the
morning. I hadn't set the alarm, and despite my
exhaustion in the middle of the night, I had woken up
in time to be able to go to work. Not that I was going
anywhere in a hurry, though. I was expected at nine,
but it generally wasn't a problem if I was a little
late. I had already decided to make use of that
privilege. Not only was I too tired to go anywhere
quickly, I was also quite comfortable in my current
position. Mark was lying on his back, still asleep, and
I had my head on his shoulder, my left hand softly
stroking his muscular chest.
It was warm in my room, and the covers were turned
back. With Mark lying on his back, his almost ever
present erection was clearly in my sight. I was
familiar with this concept, an erection in the morning
when the owner was still asleep, and it had always
fascinated me a little. I also knew that these morning
erections could sometimes result in wet dreams when
there was excess sperm to get rid off. I had witnessed
this myself with my college boyfriend on some morning
when I had refused sex the night before, and it had
been very exciting to watch. I didn't expect anything
like that to happen now, though. Mark was certainly
without excess sperm at the moment.
I took this quiet moment to examine Mark's impressive
penis. It was beautifully shaped, with a slight curve
upward in the shaft, and a large pink head at the top.
I still had difficulty imagining this size being able
to fit inside me, but I was no longer nervous about
having to fit it in. It had been done before, if Mark
wanted to put his morning erection to good use, it
would be possible again. I cupped Mark's balls softly,
and gave them a gentle squeeze.
His dick twitched a little, and started to leak a
little pre cum. With a naughty smile I slowly raised
myself and bent over Mark's dick. I licked the head of
it, then softly put my lips around it, taking in as
much as I could without using my teeth. Mark's dick
twitched again, and he moaned softly. He was still
asleep, and I was almost convinced I was able to make
him come in his sleep like this. I realized that
everything that was happening right now was strictly
biological, and had little to do with me. So, I decided
to postpone my efforts and wake up Mark first.
Bending over his face, with my breasts pushing into his
chest hair, tickling me slightly, I softly pushed my
lips against his and started kissing him. It took me a
few moments of soft kissing, before I noticed a
response. Mark began kissing me back, and soon enough I
felt his arms slipping around me. The kissing was good,
and I wanted to go on for a while, but I knew that if I
waited too long, Mark would probably take over.
I broke the kiss, and made a slow trail of kisses down
towards his waiting dick. When I arrived, it seemed to
have grown even more, perhaps with the excitement of
the moment, or the anticipation of more sex. In any
case, there had been no way I would have been able to
give Mark a proper blow job before, and there was
certainly no way now. But I didn't care, I would do my
best to give Mark a good time waking up.
I wrapped my hands around the shaft, and began stroking
it gently. I used my mouth to give the head of dick
very wet kisses, making sure to use a lot of tongue.
Mark had surrendered completely to me and was enjoying
the ride. After a few minutes of this, Mark let out a
soft groan, and began to involuntarily push his hips
upward. I began to slowly speed up my pace of my
strokes and applied a little more pressure on the
shaft. I kept this up several minutes, during which
Mark seemed to be getting closer and closer to coming.
He began bucking his hips upward, and was now breathing
loudly. I realized I was going to be able to do what I
hadn't been able to do last night, making Mark come
without having to squeeze his ample size inside of me.
Part of me welcomed this, put part of me also wanted to
do this the 'proper' way. I hesitated for a moment, and
shifted my position. During this slight movement, I
felt a warm slippery feeling between my legs and I
realized I was very wet with excitement myself!
That settled it, my body had apparently made its
decision. I contemplated for a moment lying down and
have Mark on top of me, but in a bold moment I decided
to mount Mark myself. I straddled his chest, and kissed
him deeply. Mark's response was very passionate and
almost uncontrolled, but I quickly felt him raising his
hips in an effort to make contact. I broke the kiss,
and moved down, settling across his hips. When I
lowered myself, I felt his throbbing rod pushing
against my ass. Supporting myself with one hand, I
reached between my legs and firmly took hold of Mark's
dick, and guided the head towards the slick opening of
my pussy.
I tried to push it in gently, but again I felt
resistance. Frustration took a hold of me for a moment.
We were both as slippery as we were going to get, and I
had been able to squeeze Mark's monstrous dick inside
me three times already. Mark groaned, he was close now.
He balled his hands into fists, clearly restraining
himself from doing the big push himself. I was getting
a little desperate myself as well. How much getting
used to Mark's size would I need? I guessed it wasn't
going to be a fast entry anytime soon. I rubbed the
head of Marks dick against my opening, then lodged it's
tip firmly inside of me. I shifted my weight a little,
resting myself a little on Mark's penis.
That did the trick; the pressure applied and the
slickness of the head allowed me to slide him in
slowly. I lowered myself ever so slowly, sometimes
stopping for a moment to adjust the angle. Mark groaned
some more, his eyes closed. This time he was really
putting in some effort to control himself. I was glad
he did this time, it would be a shame if Mark came only
moments after I finally squeezed him in.
Finally, my butt came to a rest straddling Mark's hips.
I was sitting up straight, and I remembered that this
was one position I had always tried to avoid. It made
such a display of my breasts, especially with the
sunlight now completely lighting my room. And if I
wanted to bend over to kiss Mark, they would hang from
my chest like big udders. But even after one short
night, I was now completely comfortable with Mark,
though I decided I wouldn't be bending over to kiss him
just yet.
My pussy once again felt completely stretched to its
natural limit, and I realized this was probably the
first time I had his entire length inside of me. The
word 'impaled' came to mind, and I began to wonder if I
was able to move in this position..
"You look absolutely gorgeous," Mark commented with a
smile, and his compliment managed to deepen my blush.
He reached up, and tried to hold a breast in each of
his hands. He rubbed them a few times, and then tweaked
the nipples. He then dropped his arms to my hips again,
and took a good hold of them. I wriggled a little, and
tried to make an up-and-down movement, but I failed
miserably. Mark then reached up again, and took hold of
my face.
He gently pulled me towards him, until I was bent down,
kissing Mark deeply. Now, I was lying on top of Mark,
my legs spread wide open and his massive cock still
inside me. After the deep kiss, Mark moved his hands to
my ass cheeks, and squeezed them. At the same time, he
began his own sliding motions. In this position, I was
able to meet his thrusts a little.
With all the slickness, we were soon making sopping
sounds, and Mark was sliding half his length in and out
of me with relative ease. I still felt stretched, but I
was apparently getting used to it. The fast fucking
Mark was doing to me felt wonderful, and after a few
minutes I felt him getting irregular at his strokes.
When he nearly came, he grasped me firmly, and pushed
in and out of me slowly and deeply a few last times.
Then I felt his body tense up completely as he gave the
final push. Again, I felt his sperm shooting inside of
me, with a force as if Mark hadn't had sex in months.
Mark groaned loudly, and again his climax felt partly
as one of my own.
We lay there like that for minutes. Mark on his back,
me on top of him. My breasts squeezed in between us,
his engorged dick still inside me, and his sperm slowly
leaking out of me. I hardly noticed all of this. Our
heads were close but we weren't kissing; we both needed
the air I suppose. After minutes of lying like this, I
slipped off of him, and curled up beside him. I was
gently drifting back to sleep, when I realized that
getting to work somewhere today seemed like a prudent
idea. It took all of my motivation, but I managed to
get up out of bed. My legs hurt from the exercise, both
last night and throughout the night. I bent over Mark
and kissed him lightly on the lips: "I’m going to take
a shower."
Chapter Seven
With slow painful movements I made my way to the
shower. On the way, I glanced in the mirror. My God, I
was a mess. My face was all red and my hair was
pointing in every direction. A shower would take care
of all of that, though. A long, hot shower, that would
do the trick. I slipped into the stall and turned on
the water. Moments later I was thoroughly washing my
hair, and I made sure I really took my time with this.
While I was massaging my hair, I couldn't help but
wonder if this what Mark's relation had been like, and
if it would be like this if we would see each other
again.
Four highly intensive love making sessions in a night
was already hard work, but what if you got all of this
on a regular basis? I wasn't really enthusiastic at the
thought, but part of me was thrilled just thinking
about it. Did Mark and his ex make love every night?
Did they make love more than once, every night? Mark
did seem quite a lot more potent than most guys I had
been with. I wondered how I would hold up, being with a
stallion like Mark. Because that was what he was, as
close to a stallion as a man could get. I couldn't make
a decision at that time, I was both inclined to believe
I wouldn't last a week, and that it would be a sexual
heaven.
I was about to start rinsing the shampoo out of my hair
when I heard the door open. Seconds later, Mark slipped
into the shower with me. I had my eyes closed because
of the shampoo, so I couldn’t verify, but I fully
expected a fully engorged erection to be squeezed
against me in moments. But when Mark embraced me and
carefully kissed me on the lips, I felt no such thing.
For a moment I was disappointed, then I almost had to
laugh at myself. So he wasn’t Superman quite yet, even
though he had come a very long way. Mark started
soaping himself while I rinsed out the shampoo. I was
then able to verify his dick had returned to normal
proportions. I smiled, and became convinced I had
finally tamed the wild beast at Mark's crotch.
Mark took my shower gel, and slowly began soaping me
in. As could be expected he took a long time soaping
and massaging my breasts. He slowly rubbed them in
circling motions, while he bent his head to kiss me. We
stood there kissing and petting while all the soap
washed from our bodies. I then turned off the shower,
and continued kissing for a few moments, our dripping
wet bodies squeezed together. I then got out of the
shower, and handed Mark a towel.
Later, we were having a quick and quiet breakfast. I
was amazed how few were words were being spoken between
us, but it hardly bothered me. Maybe someday I would
have a long conversation with Mark, or maybe not. Maybe
I would see Mark again, or maybe not. Maybe we would
have sex again some day, or maybe not. First, I would
have to figure if I wanted that, at all.
After a while, the silence became uncomfortable, as
breakfast finished for a few minutes already. Then,
Mark picked up his coat and reached into the pocket. "I
know its not the most romantic thing to do," he said,
as he handed me a small business card, "but I can’t
leave without at least giving you my address."
I smiled, thinking it was a bit of a blunt thing to do.
I opened up my purse, and put Mark’s card in, and
handed him one of my own in return. I grinned as he
looked a little surprised at that. There, we had sex
four incredibly intense times that night, and now
simply exchanged business cards. As if we had met for a
drink last night, and nothing else had happened.
The kiss goodbye at the door was almost one like on a
first date. Nervous, and without any other contact than
the lips. I sensed Mark’s hand was near my hip, but he
didn’t touch me. For a moment, I thought of it as a
final goodbye. Mark had had his pleasure for the night,
and that would be it for us. Part of me was relieved.
But when he looked back as he took the stairs, his eyes
said something else. He would call me again someday.
And as I stood there watching him leave, I relived the
warmth of the night. Part of me wanted him to call
again. Part of me needed to.
Epilogue:
Way past lunch time, I confessed to the other girls
that I ‘met a guy’ at the gym last night. I assured
them I had been a good girl, and nothing had happened,
but I suppose they knew better from the look of me. I
had to describe Mark detail, and as soon as they found
out he was a hunk, I had to describe him in more
detail.
"Does he have a big one?" Cathy asked at one point.
"How am I supposed to know?!" I exclaimed in return.
"Well you said he had tight shorts," Cathy replied,
with a grin on her face. "Don’t tell me you didn’t
check out his package?"
My face became a deep shade of red. "I suppose he had
nothing to be ashamed of there," I answered, not doing
Mark’s godly rod any justice.
We spent the rest of the day arguing if I should call
Mark again, and when I should do that. Or if I should
wait for Mark to call me again, and how eager I should
be to see him again. You know, girl stuff. That night,
the three of us went out for drinks, and although we
talked about a lot of things, Mark returned often as a
subject. Late at night, I managed to confess I had
slept with Mark and Cathy’s first response had been a
playful: "Oh you naughty slut!"
Then, of course, she wanted to verify again if he had
had a big one. I confirmed this in very vague
descriptions, still not doing his godly rod any
justice. Tanya had then called me a very lucky girl
with an evil smile, and the discussion had then
returned to me and Mark seeing each other again.
Two days later, we were still giggling about it, and
the other girls were still pestering me. Mark however,
hadn’t called yet. Only part of me regretted that. The
other part, didn’t even dare to pick up the phone when
it rang. I probably would see him at the gym again, but
would he call before then? I didn’t know if I dared to
hope for it.
To be continued?
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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