Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  “Look!” she said, “You're about to fuck this wet little pussy!”

  My dad's lady lay in front of me with her legs spread and rubbed her pretty, pink cunt. She dipped a finger into her wet hole, pulled it out and sucked her pussy juice off.

  “I am nice and wet for you, Johnny!” she told me.

  Danielle extended her legs so that her knees were bent over my shoulders and she reached between her legs to position my dick at her entrance. Oooh, she felt so slippery!

  “Does it feel good? Having your dick right there?”

  “Oh yeah!” I groaned, “I just wanna be inside you!”

  “I saw you checking out my ass, Johnny! Do you want me to turn over for you so that you can fuck me from behind?”

  “Yyyyyesssssss!” I squealed.

  Slowly Danielle turned until she was on all fours on the bed in front of me. Her ass was out of this world. Big, yet firm. Animal instict took over and I didn't need her direction anymore! I grabbed a firm hold of the girl's hips and thrust my dick into her in one fell swoop.

  “God yes! Take my fucking cock!”

  Danielle writhed on the bed, gripping the bedsheets with her fingers.

  “Oh Johnny!” she moaned, “That's it! Right there! Fuck my pussy with that thick cock!”

  I thrust into her over and over, my dick gripped by her tight cunt, my balls slamming against her skin. I watched my length slide in and out of her and she rubbed her clit as I fucked her.

  “I'm going to cum, Johnny!” she yelled.

  I think I went to heaven and back when I felt her pussy spasming around my pole. Her juices were dripping down over my balls and she looked so sexy back arched, looking over her shoulder at me and biting her lower lip.

  “Cum for your daddy's girlfriend!” Danielle growled.

  Who knew such a cute girl could also be so filthy!? I filled her with my hot, sticky cum. It felt as if my orgasm was going to go on for ever. I was satisfied at last. I had never felt anything so fantastic in all of my life.

  “This will be our little secret, right Johnny?” Danielle asked me as we redressed.

  “Of course, my lips are sealed!”

  “Only until the next time I need them, I hope!”

  Danielle kissed me one last time before leaving the room. I heard her footsteps descending the stairs and I hoped the next time she had alluded to wouldn't be too far in the future. Though it occurred to me, we hadn't bothered using protection... And why had she been so adamant about me spraying my load inside of her? I wouldn't find out the answer for another few months...

  Story 24

  Mandy sat down on her hunkers as she surveyed the setting in front of her. Her short tan shorts rode up on her long upper thighs as she tried to figure out if her golf ball would turn left or right when it came off the face of her putter. She stroked a lock of blonde hair from her left eye and restrained it back in place by replacing her pink hairband. She smiled up at her friend, displaying an immaculate set of white teeth.

  “What are you seeing Clarissa? I reckon it’s going a little from right to left here.”

  Mandy stood back up and walked around to the far side of the hole. If she made this putt, they would win the match. He long, tanned legs shimmered in the warm August sun as she crouched low on the far side of the hole to see if there was anything else that she could learn. The skin around her nose and forehead furrowed up as she invested all of her concentration into her study. The sun beat down on top of her bright pink polo shirt. She left her collar standing high, shielding the sun from the fragile nape of her neck.

  Finally, she steadied her perfectly formed body over the golf ball and moved her feet, acquiring perfect equilibrium. She furrowed her brow again, as she always did when she needed to concentrate hard on something. She drew her putter back from the ball and followed through with a swift pendulum motion, connecting with the ball right on the sweet spot of her putter face. The ball rolled perfectly along the manicured green towards its destination, swinging ever so slightly from right to left, just as Mandy had surveyed beforehand. She began to pace forward a couple of steps after the ball, realising when it was half way there that it was perfectly on line to its target.

  Mandy pumped her fist determinedly as the ball sunk to the bottom of the cup. The twenty or so spectators gathered around the final green cheered their approval as Mandy and Clarissa embraced in the mid-afternoon heat, their bodies flushed with sweat.

  Fore!

  ***

  The crowd that had converged around the two victorious lady golfers quickly ducked and covered their heads as the all too familiar shout from the first tee box was clearly directed at them over on the adjacent green.

  Mandy turned in the direction that the roar had come from and before she knew what had happened, she was curling up on the green. She screamed loudly and erratically after a few seconds when the shock had resided and she made sense of what had happened in her head. She opened her eyes and looked around. The beating sun made her surroundings difficult to take in but she began to feel suffocated as the crowd of people gathered around her. She clutched her hands tightly to her chest as she writhed in pain on the ground.

  Mandy slowly clambered to her knees, pain shooting through her chest. The ball had hit her at great pace directly underneath her right nipple. As well as the throbbing pain, she was overcome with embarrassment as the gentlemen in the group realised where she had been struck. She refused to let anyone close to her as they all offered their assistance. Instead she brushed past all of them and made her way back towards the locker rooms. She thanked everyone for their help and left the golf club alone.

  ***b

  “Tuck in your shirt at the back. At least look like you’re a professional”, Matt sniggered to John as they stood up and made their way into Doctor Heffernan’s office.

  “You’re welcome guys! Gosh, doesn’t time fly. It feels like only yesterday when your father and I were your age, slaving through our studies. It was great to catch up with him the other day. Please, take a seat.”

  Matt’s father had arranged for his old friend to take the two college student’s on board as part of their work placement requirements. They would be beginning the second year of their degree the following week and over their holidays, they were supposed to have completed a minimum requirement of thirty days of voluntary work experience. But Matt and John had other things on their mind. They were too busy using their charming wit and boyish good looks to fulfil their insatiable appetite for sex. They attended parties almost daily, whether they were invited or not and sponged off their parents to ensure that they never missed a night out and an opportunity to get laid. It had landed them in hot water.

  Last week, a letter had arrived requesting that the qualified doctor who was overseeing their placement complete a feedback sheet and sign off, vouching that they had completed the terms of their requirements. It was left to Matt’s father to make a number of calls on their behalf to track down his old college buddy. They talked for about an hour on the phone and met for beers at a bar that suited them both. Doctor Calvin Heffernan talked long into the night about how he had worked his way from the bottom of the medical food chain right to its peak. He started his working life straight out of college, as little more than a janitor at a public hospital, working twelve to fourteen hour shifts at a fraction of the wage of the other, more experienced doctors. He swivelled his beer on the counter of the bar, expanding the ring of moisture outwards as he revelled in telling his story.

  “Now I work for myself, Dan. I own my own property and work from there. That’s where the money is. I don’t need to be telling you this though, I mean you know it, there’s no money to be made in public hospitals anymore. People need individual care. That’s what I provide, Dan. I’m the people’s doctor you know.”

  Calvin’s words were becoming more and more slurred as Dan raised two fingers towards the bar man and soon a couple more beers were heading their way. Dan had always envied Calvin.
He knew things would always work out for him. Sure, he always worked hard, but things always just seemed to fall into place for him too. It was probably because of that irresistible personality of his.

  “Thanks man.”

  Dan handed the bar man a twenty dollar bill and slid another beer towards his old friend.

  “Remember all the nights we spent in this bar twenty years ago? My God, we never left here without a woman by our sides.” Dan reminisced.

  “Yeah man they were great times. They still are great times for me you know. Sure, I don’t come here that often, but I’ve still got it.” Calvin winked, motioning the bar man to offer some support.

  “Hell yeah, he’s not lying. You know, I’ve seen this guy leave here with two hot chicks a couple o’ times. He promised me they weren’t sisters!” the bar man mused.

  “I sure hope they weren’t buddy, ‘cause I fucked those broads so hard they were back at my door the next night lookin’ for some more o’ this” Calvin grinned broadly as he grabbed his crotch, then landed his hand back on the bar as he almost fell from his stool, spilling his beer in the process.

  “Let me grab you another, on the house”, the bar man laughed as turned and walked back.

  Calvin regained his composure and stared up at Dan.

  “Remember that time we each had a threesome on the same night?” Calvin grinned cheekily.

  Dan rolled his eyes to the heavens as he reminisced on one of the greatest nights of his life. Calvin had taken the two hottest girls of course, while Dan had to settle for their other two friends. But what did he care? He was in his first year of college back then; carefree and pounding two of his best friend’s class mates. He remembered the feelings of freedom, rolling around in a bed barely fit for one person. Right in the next room he remembers how Calvin made the two hot sluts moan in a way that he could only dream of. He had always been envious of Calvin, both in the way he could talk to the ladies and in bed.

  “But you know what man? I envy what you’ve got goin’ on over there. Your beautiful wife, what is it now two, three kids?”

  “Well actually buddy, now that you mention it.”

  It was 3:30am by the time the pair left and tracked down a cab to end their night. Calvin clumsily opened the door for some middle aged hag he had picked up right as they were walking out the door. Dan boarded a second cab, safe in the knowledge that his son and his buddy would be signed off for their required hours. He was not safe in the knowledge that they would learn a great deal!

  ***

  The pair of twenty year olds took their places in the seats that had been laid out for them by Calvin. The fidgeted in their chairs, feeling slightly awkward and un professional about the request that they were making, but they were soon made to feel at ease.

  “Ah yes, I remember my own days too boys. I don’t know how I’ve made it this far. You’re two men after my own heart. The system is there to be beaten and you guys are determined to do that. Let’s make it happen.”

  Matt and John looked at each other and grinned.

  “I’ll just keep you guys here with me for a couple of days and we can get all that paper work of yours sorted then. I just called you in here today for a little prep talk. What you need to understand, is that this is not the business of the average practitioner. I am leading the way in what I do. That’s why I make so much money. The reason I make so much money, is because I provide the people with what they want. Take a look at my list of patients.”

  Calvin handed Matt a clip board with a list of names and details typed on it.

  “Read out the first names buddy.”

  “Abigale.”

  “Amanda.”

  “Alice.”

  “Blair.”

  “Breeze.”

  “Camilla.”

  “Cathy.”

  “What do you notice about all those names Matt?” the arrogant doctor asked.

  “They’re all female?” Matt responded inquisitively.

  “That’s correct. As I was saying, I provide a service here that is sought after. Call it a kind of homely feel about the place if you will. I make them feel comfortable. Now if that’s okay with you guys, I’ll see you right back here at 7am.”

  The two college studs smiled, nodded, stood up and turned to leave.

  “Oh and guys? What happens within these four walls, stays within these four walls, if you get my drift.” Calvin winked, as they boys smiled again and strode to the exit of the premises.

  ***

  Matt and John arrived early the following day, dressed neatly in expensive shirts and slacks, their shoes shone and their hair was immaculately presented.

  “I see you figured out where I was coming from after our little chat yesterday boys. Looking dapper!” Calvin smiled broadly.

  He too was dressed very smartly. His grey slim fitting pants draped over his brown slip on dress shoes. He wore a black leather belt, fastened with a solid silver buckle. His shirt carried the signature Armani logo, beautifully white and trimmed with a light blue stitching. The top two buttons of his shirt remained unfastened, revealing the top of his smooth chest. His freshly shaven face was radiant and clearly tended to with some form of moisturiser, his eyes matching the stitching of his shirt, baby blue and deep. His hair was stylishly gelled for a man of his age, giving him the appearance of a man who was much closer to twenty five than forty five.

  “Well guys, we have quiet an interesting day ahead of us here. Believe it or not, we just have one client today, but she is a first time client so I like to give her my full attention. Take a look at her ailment.”

  Calvin handed the patient’s file to John who scanned through it quickly, turning pages on the clip board until he reached the final one. He smiled and looked up at Calvin, before handing the file to Matt. He read it carefully in his head:

  “Mandy Simonson, twenty two years old, female (obviously, he thought), severe impact trauma, left breast.”

  He too flicked through the rest of the file before arriving at the final page. Here, he found a number of photos, depicting various angles of a momentous bruise which adorned the perfect breast of a young woman. There were photos taken looking straight towards the breast, some coming up from underneath and snap shots from either side.

  “I see”, said Matt, “what a tricky procedure”, he grinned.

  “Yeah, quite an interesting client we have today gentlemen by all accounts. I met her last Thursday for a referral and it took her twenty minutes just to work up the courage to show me her painful breast. A devoutly religious type, she said it was not God’s intention for her to show her breast to a man who she had no intention of marrying. We got there in the end and I must say boys, it was worth the wait. I told her I would clear my schedule and make her my priority. I enjoy a challenge you see.”

  The two college students followed the charismatic doctor from his waiting room, into his office. In order to be of some benefit to them educationally, he did take them through a number of practical lessons that would stand to them as they made their way in the profession, as the clock inched painfully slowly towards 9am.

  ***

  They simultaneously lifted their heads as a soft knocking came from the outer door of the premises. John strode confidently to answer it and under the experienced doctor’s instructions, interacted with the young blonde as though she was a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

  “Good morning Miss, you are very welcome to Doctor Heffernan’s, please follow me into the waiting area for just a few short moments.”

  His line was delivered slowly and carefully, almost under his breath as the young woman followed him into the bright, airy waiting room. John motioned to the empty seat where she gracefully took her place as John continued back in to Calvin’s office.

  “All systems go boss”, John winked at Heffernan, who winked back, appreciating his light hearted take on his work experience.

  Mandy walked slowly into the room, nervous and
apprehensive. She sat on the heavily padded, white table and felt her bones sink into it. She stared towards the ceiling and felt that she could easily fall asleep such was the comfort of this table, were it not for the brightly lit ceiling. Doctor Heffernan walked calmly to her side and began with some small talk before asking how things had come along since he had last spoken to her. She delicately noted how there was no obvious improvement in her condition and that her bruising had not resided in any way. Heffernan smiled and nodded caringly before half turning on his chair and introducing his two assistants.

  “I hope you don’t mind Mandy, but I have agreed to allow my two interns here to view this procedure in order for them to gain some experience. They are only here to observe as this is quite an unusual case and one which I believe they may benefit greatly from in their future careers. Is that okay with you?”