Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  “Take it off,” I begged. She let my cock fall from her mouth as she sat up and ripped the dress from her body. The black cloth fell softly to the floor barely making a sound as it hit the polished, wooden floorboards. She was completely naked under her skimpy clothing. Her tits bounced as she tried to get her mouth wrapped around my cock once more. I put a hand out to stop her before she could get that far.

  “Lay down,” I instructed. Anika nodded and lay down beside me. I kissed her softly on the lips as I sat up and rolled on top of her. I pressed my cock against her dripping wet pussy. I could feel how wet it was already. Her juices seeped over my dick and onto the sheets below. It was so hot and obviously a whole new experience for me, although I was not sure the same could be said for her.

  I backed away and crawled down toward her dripping cunt. I wanted to taste her. I knew that she would be delicious, and I wanted to know just how much. I spread her legs wide and heard her sigh as her head lay on my pillow. I could see every inch of her beautiful pussy, every fold and her throbbing clit waiting for me to pleasure her in any way I could. I inserted a finger inside and then another. She moaned relentlessly as I fingered her, slowly moving my hand in and out of her. I stretched her and let her pussy clench around my digits. It was an amazing feeling. She was so wet yet so tight. Despite how hard I had fucked her in the last few months, and no doubt how hard my dad had fucked her, she seemed to snap right back into place.

  The female form was just so intoxicating. I leaned closer and extended my tongue. I moved slowly despite our limited time frame. I was going to make this last as long as possible and I was determined to make her cum. I wanted to see her cum over and over again until she could barely put a sentence together. I wondered if she would be able to recover in time for when my father arrived back home. If he had not put it together by now, I was almost certain that he never would, even if he came home to find his wife nothing more than a blubbering mess.

  I flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit. She moaned and begged me to go harder. I was not listening to her this time. I was completely in control. This was some role rehearsal and it was safe to say we were both loving it. I inserted a third finger inside as I lapped up her juices and toyed with her sensitive clit. I knew that it would not be long before she came, I could feel it. The way that she squirmed and moaned from above me spoke volumes to her position.

  I had never licked a girl out before this point, but from her body language I could tel that I was doing a pretty damn good job. Minutes passed and she could not take it anymore.

  “I'm cumming!” she squealed dramatically. I opened my mouth to be met by a wave of wetness being squirted at me. It sprayed all over my face and I savoured every last drop. It felt so good, but not as good as she felt.

  “Oh, baby that was so good,” she complimented, panting hard as I crawled back up the bed and lay next to her. We lay in silence for a little while as she reached for my cock and began to stroke it. I knew it was almost time for my turn.

  Anika got out of the bed moments later and pulled me from my bed. I followed her obediently as she walked me down the stairs. I caught a glimpse of the wall clock, it read 11.30am. Already? Once more I was alerted to our limited time frame. I hoped that this would not be the day that he arrived home early. I had so many things I wanted to do with her and I knew she liked taking the risk of doing it all in plain sight. It was one of her more obvious kinks.

  This time it would be right inside of the garage. I could only guess what was running through her mind. It was one thing to fuck in front of the windows in full view of the neighbours, but in the first room my dad would see when he got home? We would barely have time to gather ourselves and run when we heard the car. It was getting more and more risky each and every time.

  There was not much to utilise down there. No tables to lay against, only the empty walls and concrete floors. I guessed that would have to do. At least we were both naked so that was one thing taken care of.

  I grabbed her around her thin waist and pulled her toward me. I kissed her passionately on the lips s she wrapped her own slender arms around my shoulders. I lifted her up, she was so light it was not even a challenge with my untoned muscles. I found a blank piece of wall and pushed her against it. Her back sat flatly against the cool concrete and she held on tight.

  I found her wet hole and instantly shoved it inside. She screamed with pleasure at the first thrust deep inside of her. I moaned along with her. My movements got faster and faster as I could feel her pussy taking hold of me. It felt so good. Each time with her just got better and better and I hoped that she felt the same way. Her moans and screams of joy told me it was most certainly the case.

  I reached a free hand down and began rubbing her clit. I knew that this was the key to getting her off and I knew that if I could get her to cum once more there would be no hope for me. I had never felt her cum against my hard cock. I could only imagine how good it would feel.

  It would not be long now. She was getting wetter and wetter by the second. My cock too was getting bigger and growing tremendously inside of her. I held her up by her ass and my fingers dug into the soft flesh as I pounded her as hard as humanly possible. Her tits bounced and she hung onto me for dear life as I fucked her.

  Soon she gave me the warning, the warning that I had been waiting for this whole time.

  “You're gonna make me cum!” she screamed. Her words echoed off the walls and garage floor. So did my moans of pleasure. She did not need to say more, I could feel it. Her pussy clenched together around my cock. It felt better than I had imagined it to be. The best sex we had ever had, evidently.

  Her juices poured down my cock and hips and all the way to my thighs as she quirted all over me once more than morning. At least I hoped it was still morning, midday was looming. The seconds that it took for her to finish brought me all the way to the edge. I could not hold myself back. This time there was no way I could pull out. I let my load go deep inside of her and let it combine with her cum in a hot pool of mes between our bodies. It was the most sexually aroused I had ever been and I had finally gotten the chance to blow within her beautiful pussy. It made me feel so alive.

  We stood there, just stood there my cock still inside of her when we heard him. The car was rolling up the driveway fast and we were not in the right place for him to find us. It was the worst possible scenario. My heart raced as we ran out into the back door and raced each other up the stairs. I only just got to my roo when I heard the garage door open and the car park itself inside. We had narrowly avoided being found out once more and the excitement was overwhelming.

  He walked in the front door to find us both perfectly normal, sitting opposite each other in the lounge room with the television blaring.

  “Looks like Anika has made you a fan of 'Dr Phil',” he laughed as he approached her, kissing her tenderly on the cheek. She smiled up at him. As he left the room she gave me a cheeky wink. We had fooled him once more and for the first time I felt a little disappointed in myself. He was so happy, if only he knew. Of course I did not have the heart to tell him and to be honest I did not see the point. She could have sought her fix elsewhere, with a man who did not treat her half as well as I did, or appreciate her as much. Anika knew that I was the perfect target because I would not out her to my father. It was not worth the family trauma. She was playing us both, but I was not complaining about her use of me. As long as she stayed and she loved him that was all that mattered.

  Our sordid affair continued for a while, a very long while. Each fuck we shared got even more brazen. It was as if we were addicted to the adrenalin, not only from the amazing sex, but also the risk of getting caught. I did not want it to happen. I could not bare the thought of my father finding out what his own son had done behind his back. Still, it was the best time of my life and one experience that I would never forget.

  She had been the one to take my virginity, since then I had not been so attached to another woman in my life. S
omehow, their relationship stayed together. Anika still lives with my dad and although she is almost twenty years his junior, it works for some unknown reason. Even when I visit them I can see the love that they truly share. But even love can not overcome the immense desire we feel for one another.

  Anika has a thing for younger guys. The way that we fuck speaks volumes for her true needs in the bedroom. Every now and then, on my irregular visits back home, we find the time to relive the past in some way. Whether it boils down to a quick fuck in the bathroom or even a sensual blowjob on the couch while my dad is picking up the take out from the Chinese restaurant down the street that is one thing that I dare say will never change. The worst part of it is, I do not feel any remorse anymore. Not one bit.

  Story 30

  “Well, talking to me like that isn’t going to help.”

  After she said it, Josh heaved for breath. He wanted to yell. He was frustrated and unfulfilled. She could have yelled the words at him, but Mandy wasn’t a yeller. She said them softly the way she said everything, but now her voice was full of sadness.

  He asked why she wouldn’t have sex with him more and she confessed with tears in her eyes that she wasn’t having an orgasm. She had started to say that she never did and he cut her off.

  Josh didn’t used to be a yeller, but he was becoming one. He was crunching ice and jerking off hunched over his computer in the dark until his cock was sore.

  Now he felt like less than a man. The truth was that he wasn’t satisfying her and that’s why she didn’t want to have sex. He realized he would rather hear that she was cheating. The thought of her being wild with another man added excitement to the swirl of emotions he was feeling. Knowing the truth was that he failed to excite her and she’d rather not have sex at all made him feel worthless.

  Tears stung at his eyes and he turned away from her.

  Mandy said, “Maybe we could talk about this later after you calm down.”

  The words hurt even more. She didn’t say it was okay. She didn’t offer to try something different. She didn’t say she still loved him. She just put the problem back on his shoulders and he already felt the full weight of it. He needed to calm down. Then, maybe she would talk to him.

  Josh let his shoulders sag and he went for the door.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’m going to calm down,” Josh said, “so that maybe we can talk.”

  He opened the door and paused. He waited for her to change her mind. He wanted her to relent. Maybe she would show a little passion or fear about the possibility of losing him instead of her infuriating, demure passivity. He hoped for her to say something – anything.

  Mandy’s footsteps were walking away. She was going toward the kitchen. Hell, for all Josh knew she was just going to make herself a sandwich while he was gone. She wasn’t even going to ask where he was going because maybe she didn’t care as long as he left her alone with his clumsy, unsatisfying hands.

  She said, “Good.”

  Josh’s legs felt weak. She didn’t deliver it with any anger. There was no attempt to hurt behind the words. She was just saying it as a matter of fact. Good. It was good that he was leaving for a while.

  Josh stepped out and closed the door.

  ***

  He wasn’t storming off. As Josh drove toward the sandwich place across town, he was just going to meet an old friend like he had scheduled before he ever knew that he couldn’t satisfy his wife – couldn’t bring her to orgasm. His wife was making a sandwich in their kitchen and he was driving across town to get his. Josh thought there might be a word for that. There was some word that described characters living parallel but separate lives from each other. The only word Josh could come up with was “sad.”

  He felt a dark desire to hurt her. Not physically, but to make her feel the sadness and guilt that he felt. He wanted to turn away from the road to the sandwich shop and go up some other road into the waiting arms of a mistress. He pictured some slutty creature in silk. She had heavy breasts, a smooth curved ass, muscular legs. He pictured his hands cupping her breasts and running his fingers over her tight body. In his imagination, he saw long, dark hair. He closed his fingers in her hair to bring her in to kiss her with the passion that his wife lacked – that he had failed to bring out of her. He then realized that the woman he had built in his fantasy was Mandy. Even in his cheating fantasies, a passionate, satisfied Mandy was all that he wanted.

  Josh sighed and let the images drift away. Even if he wanted to go out and cheat, he had no prospects. He hadn’t been looking for any. All he wanted was more sex from Mandy. He went through most of high school and college unable to get any girl to go out with him much less have sex with him. If he wanted to cheat on his unsatisfied wife, he was going to run into that same problem again.

  He thought that maybe his lack of practice was part of the problem he was having bringing Mandy to orgasm now. She was quiet in bed and he could use a little direction. It wasn’t fair that she expected him to figure it all out by himself. She was reserved in life and in bed. Maybe it was her own coldness that was the problem. She needed to thaw.

  Josh shook his head. While he was waiting for her to thaw, he would be going without sex from a wife, a gorgeous wife, that had no motivation to get back into bed with him.

  He nearly missed the parking lot and made a hard turn to bounce over the curb into a space. His heart pounded and he took a deep breath. “That’s the most action I’ve seen all month.”

  Josh got out of the car and walked halfway to the shop. He paused and held up his key fob. He pushed the button to lock the door, but nothing happened. He kept pushing the button, but he was getting no reaction.

  Josh sighed. “Story of my life.”

  The battery must have died. He didn’t even know what kind of battery this door locking remote took or how to change it. Josh stared at his keys and felt helpless. He needed someone to tell him how to fix this and everything else – including Mandy.

  He put his keys away and walked inside without locking the doors. He mumbled. “Another job unfinished. Nobody wants what I have anyway. Leave them unlocked. Take the whole car, if you want. Someone else can probably drive it better anyway.”

  He spotted his friend in the corner and sat down across from him. Josh picked up the menu, but he couldn’t even focus on the long list of choices.

  “I already ordered you a sandwich I thought you’d like. Is that okay?”

  At first, Josh thought it was weird that Pastor Mason would just assume he knew what Josh would want, but then he realized it was one less decision he had to make on a day where he was doing everything wrong. He set the menu aside. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

  Mason said, “Were you talking to yourself when you came in?”

  Josh grimaced and looked away. “I’m having a rough day.”

  “I thought so from the way you fumbled into the parking lot.”

  Josh rubbed his eyes. “You saw that, huh?”

  “Yeah, it was like you never pulled a car into a slot before.”

  Pastor Mason was smiling, but his wording brought up an image of himself on top on Mandy. She was lying still and quiet in the dark. He was sweaty and bucking against her slow and uneven. Her breasts bobbed slightly with each motion. He realized now that she was feeling nothing. Maybe if he was bigger, he thought. The image changed and he saw Pastor Mason on top of her and she was actually moaning.

  Josh shook his head and coughed.

  “Josh, are you okay, man? What’s going on?”

  Josh looked at Mason and then quickly looked away. “Mandy and I had a little bit of a fight.”

  “You want to talk about it?”

  Mandy had said she maybe wanted to talk, if Josh calmed down. Mason was offering to talk because Josh wasn’t calm. Josh gritted his teeth. “I don’t know. This isn’t really a pastor and sandwiches sort of topic.”

  “Believe me. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that everything is a pastor topic
,” Mason said. “You wouldn’t believe the things people have confessed to me in every, dirty detail. But I would never tell their secrets of course. And I disagree. Everything goes with sandwiches.”

  Josh breathed out a single laugh and rubbed his face. “It’s really personal.”

  “It’s got to be sex stuff,” Mason said. “Everything is sex stuff. You won’t shock me. Believe me.”

  Josh shook his head. “It’s the opposite of shocking and exciting. It’s downright boring.”

  “How often do you have sex?”