Third Date
Third Date and Big Cock Sex
When Tisha’s hand had first closed on it there in the dark of the backseat, she’d felt a spike of fear pierce through the haze of desire. Her roommate had warned her, but she hadn’t really believed. The thing was huge! But Scott’s mouth on hers was so warm and gentle, and he’d been so patient with her, and their first two dates had gone so well, and she wanted to, so very, very badly.
Now here she was, sweater gone, no panties, scrunched in the backseat with her head in his lap, working her mouth down on that giant thing. The head was fat, and thankfully not as hard as the rest of it or she’d never have gotten it into her mouth in the first place. It tasted salty, good.
He smelled pleasantly boyish. She sucked as much as she could, which wasn’t more than half of it. Her hand stayed busy on the rest, barely circling it, sliding over the veiny shaft, squeezing, stroking as her mouth worked on the rest.
Her pussy was wet, all but dripping down her thighs. She kept her other hand down there, busy on her clit. She wanted him, was terrified, too, that it’d never fit. But he was gentle, and patient, and by the time he lay her back in the seat, she was ready.
The head parted her folds, nudged up into her a little ways, and she winced a little, then yelped as he pushed. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but holy god the thing was huge, stretched her wide. She felt the head slip in all the way, past the pubic bone, and the rest of the shaft, harder, followed…
Deep he pushed, and deeper, until he couldn’t go any further, and her questing hand discovered that he was still not all the way inside her. It must have frustrated him, she was sure it was maddening, but he patiently worked that enormous thing inside her as she gasped and winced, slowly getting used to him.
“More,” she murmured, pulling him down, kissing him. “Deeper.”
This was what she wanted, the hard, fast fucking, the way that it ached when he bottomed out, his hips pressing into her, his cock buried in her as far as it would go. It was incredible that it all fit, but it did. He crammed it in, arching, panting.
She kept her fingers on her clit, came hard, harder than she had with other boys, because she had so much to squeeze down on. She savored the stretching, aching, the sensation of being filled to splitting.
The ride was amazing – could have been longer, but he did it so very hard, and by the time he came inside her she felt limp and relaxed all the way through. She cradled him close, that gigantic cock still piercing her, smelled his manly scent, the scent of sex that came from both of them.
Her body tingled warmly, her pussy twitched in aftershock. No doubt about it, her roommate had been right. Nothing but nothing beats a big cock.
~Alexandra Rose~