[rimmer1020]

As hinted, here's another story from my ex, written in her words. I'd suspected for years that she'd enjoyed a big cock in the past, but she assured me she didn't (not that I'd have cared - I actually got her several big cocks for her to enjoy later on). Eventually, I got it out of her, and here's the story she wrote.

Donny and I had known each other since high school. We always got along really well, hung with the same crowd a lot. Chilled together on a few occasions and flirted like it was our job. After I graduated though, we lost touch for a bit, lucky for me we reconnected early in the summer when he ended up working with a friend of mine. I went to meet her at her restaurant for a drink after work, he was our bartender. Apparently he had told her he was interested in me and he wanted to get together, she had asked me to come there (instead of our usual place) for that specific reason. Needless to say, he was happy to see me and before my second drink we had decided to hook up the next night for dinner. We went out to dinner at a cute little restaurant and the banter was fun and sexy the whole night. He flattered me with compliments on everything from my eyes and hair to the allure of my hips. The sexual tension became quite intense on the ride back to his place. When we got there we made popcorn on the stove and put in the movie we had stopped to rent. The conversation and the atmosphere were light and relaxed, like old friends, but the sexual energy kept the air hot. By the second scene in the movie I was leaning on him with my arm d****d between his legs and his arm was around me, hand resting comfortably above my right breast. I don’t remember how I ended up facing him, but there I was turned toward him with my lips on his neck. I never did see “What Dreams May Come.”

After some seriously heavy petting and a lot of full on making out with kisses covering every inch above the waist, the gloves came off. Technically, it was his pants, not the gloves, but the expression is fitting. And I say his pants because I was wearing a skirt and that was just lifted, never actually removed. It was nice though, kind of sweet in a way, he seemed to want to take his time. He caressed me so gently, his hand traveling from my hips to my outer thigh then sliding slowly around to my inner thigh, higher and higher until his fingers touched the edges of my cotton thongs. It was the soft way that he caressed my lips that finally became too much, I unzipped his pants and reached inside. I began trailing my kissing down his stomach and sliding his jeans down his hips. I moved my body down as I pulled them off and began to slowly slide back up, intending to take his cock into my mouth for a few minutes.

I literally stopped cold when I saw it. My jaw dropped open, but the thought of putting it in my mouth was completely dead. I just looked up at him and laughed. Chuckled really, had no idea what to say. I guess he didn’t either because he just looked at me with this, “what’s the matter” kind of look on his face. I finally managed, “You could have warned me.”

You know what he said? “What?” Is he kidding? Come on. I sat straight up and just looked at him.
“Are you kidding? Donny, it’s freaking huge. That thing is not going in me!”

He was incredulous, telling me that it was not, I was exaggerating, and I didn’t have to flatter him. I wasn’t trying to be flattering. I finally explained that flattering was saying, “Whoa your cock is so big,” with a mouth full of it. Not refusing to go near it because you’ve never even seen a dildo that big. He of course protested and told me it wasn’t that big and that I should give it a chance. He then proceeded to return his attention to my tits and then down to my clit. His tongue traced my lips and circled my clit until I shuddered in climax again. Making me cum was his only mistake, well he would think so anyway. Just before I came I was ready to just climb on and take the punishment, but then I came. I was good to go. I knew though that it would be too terrible to just leave him there, rock hard and turning blue. So I did right, I licked it a little, sucked on the tip (that’s all that fit I swear) and then jerked him off. And, because I had actually laughed at him, although with a porn sized cock that can’t be construed as an insult, I let him cum on my tits.

It wasn’t until the next night that I was home, alone and horny, that I decided it might be worth a try. In case you don’t know, I’m a pretty small girl and at that point I hadn’t been with a whole lot of men, so it scared the shit out of me.

Anyway, so I’m sitting there in my favorite chair wondering if he would even talk to me. Even though I took care of him after I came, we never fucked and I left before the movie was over (keep in mind it was after midnight at this point and I wasn’t about to spend the night), so why would he want to keep things going when I pretty much told there was no way in hell he was getting that thing in me. The phone rang once and his voice came on the line, “I was hoping I’d hear from you.” He was waiting for my call? Not a chance. But, I kept up my usual light and humorous banter with him.

“Of course you were,” I laughed into the phone. “Cancel your plans for the night, I’m coming up.”

“I have a 12 pack in the fridge waiting for you.” He was waiting for my call. Good boy.

The drive to his ‘house on the hill’ as we called it was about 20 minutes. In that time I had completely talked myself out of and back into fucking him at least 4 times. I was going to need a few of those beers.

He met me at my car when I pulled in and wrapped his strong arms around me. Did I mention that the rest of him was huge, too? Well not entirely, he’s only about 6 or 7 inches taller than me, but he was built. Deliciously sculpted abs, pecs that you could see through a 3 piece suit and arms that were made for wrapping a girl up. Not to mention on hell of an ass. He pulled me to him and then leaned me back against the car, where we spent a good 5 minutes with out tongues entwined. I started the think the beer wasn’t going to be so crucial, and then I felt him growing hard against the front of me. Yup, I was going to need the beer.

When our lips finally parted I was smiling, so was he. The look on his face was two things, happy to see me and up for the challenge. That look made me want him all the more. He grabbed us a couple of beers and we went out to sit on the back deck. We sat there for a few a minutes in relative silence, but it wasn’t awkward, more like comfortable. Then he asked if I happened to have a swim suit in the car. I did, actually, but why? He wanted to go in the hot tub, of course he did. Well, I wasn’t going to say no, so I went and changed into my swim suit. It just happened to be a white crocheted bathing suit, not actually made to be swum in, but more for sun bathing. So as soon as I got in the hot tub I was completely exposed. He noticed this and commented, “If you didn’t look so hot in that suit I’d say just take it off, but I’d rather tease you for a little bit and take it off for you.” Huh. Tease me. I liked the sounds of that.

He was a good kisser and I was remembering how good his mouth felt on my pussy. Hoping he’d get the hint I pulled myself up and sat on the edge of tub. Lucky for me he was on the same wavelength, he moved over in front of me and immediately buried his face between my legs. His hot breath felt amazing coming through my suit as he massaged my clit with his entire mouth. Somehow he found just the right spot and before I knew it my hand was on the back of his head, not letting him pull away, I wanted to cum. He stayed where I needed, pressing with his mouth and breathing, I came, wonderfully.

As my body relaxed I slid myself back down into the water and pulled myself up close to him. I felt his cock, hard, between my legs. I loved it. I wanted it. I slipped my hand between his abs and his shorts, down to his cock. It felt delicious. As I pulled it out, I saw the smile form on his mouth. He wanted me. I loved knowing that.

I didn’t want to be in the hot tub anymore. He followed me out, but I never made it to the house. He grabbed me from behind and pulled me down on the grass. He held me with one arm, quieted my surprised squeal with a kiss, and used the other hand to work the simple hook on the back of my suit top. The bikini top fell away easily and was replaced by his hands on my tits guiding me back to the ground. From there I watched him slide his own shorts off and pull the bottom to my bikini down and off my legs as well. He laid himself gently on top of me guiding his cock between my legs and rubbing my pussy with it slowly. I didn’t need much prep, I was wet and I wanted to fuck. He licked my lips and then quietly asked if I was sure. Sweet. I was sure, but he’d have to take it slow. His assurance was a soft kiss on the mouth. He then sat up and began to rub my clit with his thumb; his other hand was stroking his own cock, which turned me on immensely. I reached up and began to follow behind his hand, stroking him gently. I arched my hips, reaching for him with my pelvis, I was ready. He tilted himself down and placed his cock between my outer lips. Using small circular motions he moistened himself with my juices before entering me. I couldn’t believe how far apart my lips were spread with just the tip of his penis there. He barely had room to move, he filled the space completely. Suddenly my senses were heightened, I felt the grass under me, I felt the ripples of his muscles, and as he began to slide himself inside of me, I could feel the pulsing of his veins on my lips. The pleasure was immense and the pain slow to come. He slid himself in and out of me slowly, guiding himself deeper into me with each thrust. His motion was smooth as silk and he held my firmly against as he moved. I was loving this and started thinking I was afraid of nothing. Then he moved farther into me and I felt the first burst of pain. He felt my body tense in his grasp and he paused to look at me. Before this I don’t know if he was looking at me, my eyes had been closed simply enjoying the ecstasy I was in. Right then my eyes popped open though, and I pushed back. Still, my body was pulsing with sexual energy and I wanted him, it was near desperate wanting. He had worked me up into quite a frenzy, what was a girl to do. All of this happened in just a split second and there he was holding himself perfectly still looking down at me, almost grinning. It was impossible not to smile back up at that gorgeous face.

“Just move slowly, we are outside, I can’t be too loud.”

His response, “The neighbors are almost a mile away, you’d have to be pretty loud for them to hear you.” Nice. Then he added, “You sure you’re okay?”

I just smiled back up at him and pulled his hips toward me, I didn’t pull too hard though. He again began his gentle rocking, pushing himself further and further inside of me centimeters at a time. I was worried that I would be dry by the time the end got near me, but he made sure that wasn’t a problem. Perhaps in an effort to distract me, perhaps he was just that good, he was all over me. His hands caressing me, his lips kissing everywhere they could reach, even his breath on my neck titillated me and took my focus off the massive member he was slowly sliding up me. I could feel my lips and then my pelvis spreading to take him all in. God it ached. Not a bad ache though, the kind of ache that leaves you burning for more, begging for more, but unsure if you can take it.

I don’t think he ever got the entire thing inside, but he got enough. At some point we both stopped bracing for entry and just began thoroughly enjoying the sex. He was still holding me, caressing me, kissing me. I don’t really remember where my hands were, I think on his hips a lot of the time, sometimes his thrusts went too deep and that hurt. But the ache of my pussy stretching to take him in was wonderful. Even as I came time and again it left me wanting more. I felt him building up to a climax of his own and found myself almost wishing we weren’t about to be done. At the same time, I wanted it. God damn I wanted it. I felt my body tense and my senses heighten yet again. The grass felt damp beneath me, probably not dew I decided, more like my own sweat and the water from the hot tub. Why I thought this at that moment I don’t know, but it took my thoughts off of him just long enough for him to pull himself (nearly) fully into me, penetrating my entire being with a blast of pain from the end of him reaching the end of me. Still, as he pulled out just a little and I felt him burst in ecstasy inside of me I came, hard, maybe harder than I ever had before. The ache of him splitting my pussy was momentarily drowned out by our pulsing together in pleasure. As our climaxes jointly came to an end he collapsed down on the grass next to me, leaving me again aching, still for more.