teacher sweaters and the cock that haunts me
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Oh, the internet and huge cocks.
That exhalation specifically applies to dating websites and not porn for once!
So I used OkCupid when I moved to a new city last summer to meet men for the hell of it. The man I’ll call Ben Folds was the first I met in person. He picked me up in his SUV and we hiked up to a scenic view. We chatted for hours about common family roots, his teaching job, my plans for the summer months, and a lot about music. Ben sings and plays the keyboard in a local indie rock band. He’s really into 90s indie rock and 80s new wave, among other random genres. Very sexy.
Afterward we drove to the beach and walked along the sand. He asked how old I was, I told him and he was incredulous. He’s approaching thirty. My age is visible on my profile, apparently he hadn’t noticed it though.
A week later we watched The Big Lebowski on my bed. He played the guitars hanging around the apartment, taught me a few things. We spooned, made out, rolled around on top of each other. His shirt came off…and damn. The man was ripped. He wears those adorable indie-nerdy teacher sweaters that hides his picture-perfect bod. I definitely appreciated the surprise. I was on the sauce though so despite our mutual desire I had to cut it short. He was massively turned on though, his bulge was unlike any I had ever witnessed.
Two weeks later I realized why.
After some late night sushi at his place, all of our clothes came off. And his ridiculously huge cock was revealed to my unbelieving eyes. Definitely over ten inches. Absurdly big. With his quirky voice, swept brown hair, and enchanting smile…oh god his fucking ramming rod made me want to prematurely scream. In a good way, obviously.
I should have done mouth stretching exercises before that blow job. I felt my throat expand as it encapsulated his flesh, he laid down on the floor and enjoyed my display. The lubrication fell around his happy trail as I gave him the wettest experience I could muster. Pumping my face onto his poised dick, I fell into a trance as my hand gripped the bottom half. Slowly I managed to go lower and lower, his erection managing to grow past my wildest imagination. My pussy was throbbing, pulsing, confused, desperate to feel what this cock could deliver.
He panted up off the floor, picked me up, and arranged me on top of our sixty-nined, couch-strewn bodies. His tongue tickled my opening, which was sopping from all the anticipation.
I couldn’t stand it for very long. I needed to feel it. He entered me from behind and I will never forget how intensely I vocally externalized that pleasure. I’m getting chills right now from writing it. He started a bit slowly, but quickly increased speed as his pelvis thrust into me. We were on the floor, he had one hand on the couch and the other gripped my shoulder for leverage as he glided inside. The sounds echoing off those plain white walls were like electric guitars with soprano harmonies. I moaned through the initial pain and let him know how incredible he felt. I could sense his smile while he pounded me, his younger slut.
We switched to me on top, still on the floor. I lowered myself onto him with conscious control, everything contracted and surged as I enveloped each inch. I kept the motions slow so I could remember the sensation. Like I said, fucking chills…the orgasms felt like those up and down the flesh of my vag combined with my spine. When I added in some clit play, I nearly imploded.
He coaxed me faster, my ass landed on his thighs in quick succession. When I had him entirely inside me and swirled my hips around, he nearly choked on his voice. His eyes blinked fast when they opened and would close back in as he moan-chuckled. My knees developed red patches against the carpet, the burn spread and I switched us up.
I wanted him to take me from behind again. But harder this time. I was more than ready now.
I stuck my ass in the air off the side of the couch, he leaned his body over top of my sideways V shape and wiggled his dick through my pussy lips. He held onto my tits and hair, blasting into me.
Faster…faster…overwhelming sounds, motions, I’m pushing back against him, he’s all the way inside me. There’s no more room, he’s taking over every crevice, every corner of my soft cunt. He’s not afraid of hurting me anymore. He’s realized I can handle him.
I distinctly recall wishing someone filmed his sliding cock and my hungry pussy. I wanted to see me at my physical capacity. Real porn-star sized goodness making me lose control. Ben groaning unexpectedly and collapsing his sculpted upper body onto my back.
We laid around and giggled about our rug burns. His cock still haunts me…I day dream about it. I wake up from vivid dreams, wet and needing a glass of water to cool off the sweat. I try not to compare other cocks to his because it wouldn’t be fair.
It just wouldn’t be fair.
Today I’m celebrating fifty days until I’m back there. Until I can fuck Ben (and others I have yet to reveal) again. I’m going out dancing now to the international DJ whose major hit perfectly encapsulates my destination. Here’s hoping I get laid tonight!
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