by T West
Emma squeezed her delicate hand around his throbbing shaft as she paused for a second near the base, tightening her grip as his full balls swayed gently.
“You like these movies too. Go on, be honest.”
“Of course I like them,” admitted Emma. “But I mean, it’s not very romantic. Sitting on your bed, watching porn.”
“Well, if you’d go all the way with me, I wouldn’t want to watch them all the time.”
“Look, you know I’m not ready. I’ve never had sex before. And I’m perfectly happy with the way things are going between us. There’s no need to rush things,” she said as her hand increased in pace once more, jacking his tool briskly up the down the erect length.
She was sure Spencer would be able to satisfy her, measuring in at 7 inches. However, what she had said to him was true – she just wasn’t ready yet.
“God, look at that,” gasped Spencer, his eyes transfixed on the screen. A young bleached blonde bimbo was getting banged rotten by a gang of three. One was in her mouth, one was drilling her from behind, while the third guy was slapping his dong across her chops as she reached up and cupped his big full balls.
“That’s so frickin’ hot,” said Spencer, as he felt his orgasm rise up within him. “Don’t stop baby, keep going!”
Emma felt his knob twitch between her clasped fingers, and Spencer erupted, shooting his milk out in front of them, all over the bed-sheets. “Jesus Christ. That was a lot. You must’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.”
“Yeah, all day. That was so good, watching that and getting jacked off. Now, let me return the favor.”
“I’m good for now,” said Emma. She had let Spencer finger-bang her before, but she wasn’t in the mood. The unromantic aspect of watching porn with her boyfriend, when perhaps he could have taken her out to dinner instead, meant that she wasn’t going to give him full access to her cute pussy this evening. She passed him the tissues. “Clean yourself up. Now, let’s watch a normal movie.”
Later that night, back in her room, Emma was getting ready for bed. She brushed her long luscious hair in the dim bedroom light, and wondered what it would be like to have a mature boyfriend. A real man.
Rather strange banging sounds echoed from the room directly above. That’s Michael’s room. I wonder what he’s doing. It sounded quite odd, it was rhythmical yet powerful, and the bangs were steady. They kept coming, one after the other. I hope he’s alright up there… I know he’s stressed out about his cheating ex-wife.
Genuinely worried for his safety, Emma tip-toed up the flight of stairs to the top of the house, just wearing a pair of tight little shorts and a bra, the pitter-patter of her soft feet inaudible as she climbed.
Once outside Michael’s room, the banging became louder. With her mum fast asleep downstairs, Emma lowered her head and peeped through the keyhole. She was in disbelief. Her jaw dropped, as there stood Michael, still dressed in his rugby shirt, but naked from the waist down except for a pair of long white socks. Now she saw what a real man looked like.
His wide hairy muscular thighs were slightly parted, and his erect cock stuck out in front of him, all 8.5 inches, as his hand gripped his own shaft. He was wanking it excitedly, his balls straining as his big shiny bell-end glistened, his ass lightly resting against a table, thus creating the banging sounds.
Emma couldn’t believe her eyes. Michael’s stick was so big, out-measuring Spencer’s, especially in terms of girth and ball size. His nuts were huge, shaven, and neatly trimmed up above, as he dangled his dong freely between his legs. As he rocked his hips back and forth his dong bobbed about in front of him like a nodding dog on the back of a car seat. Emma couldn’t resist but reach down to dally in her own sacred snatch, poking her slim fingers into her shorts and flicking her burning bean.
Michael closed his eyes, opened his mouth and rolled his head back, and Emma watched entranced as he unloaded his spunky load, shooting his jizz out in front of him onto a strategically-placed towel. He gasped and seemed to look towards the door. There’s no way he can see me, she thought. She suddenly panicked and hurriedly tip-toed back down the stairs and back into her own room, shutting the door silently behind her.
I can’t believe I just watched him do that. This 40-odd-year-old man in my house jacking his rod. This is too much, she thought, as she frigged herself to an ecstatic midnight climax, squirting abundantly onto her duvet. I need to get some sleep.
Early next afternoon, Emma awoke. It was Saturday, and as she walked down the stairs she could hear her mother Trish and Michael chatting in the kitchen. “So are you playing rugby today?” asked Trish, showing interest.
“Yeah, it’s just a friendly game, me and a few of the lads. I’m a bit long in the tooth now to be playing for, y’know, a proper local team. It’s just a bit of a laugh. We go and have a few pints afterwards.”
“That sounds lovely,” said Trish encouragingly. “Well, have a good time.”
“I will,” said Michael as he zipped up his bag and headed for the door, passing Emma on the staircase. Emma blushed and looked at her bare toes. “See you later Emma. Have a nice day,” oblivious to what Emma had witnessed the night before.
“Thanks, I will do. Have a good game,” she said as she bounded past him and into the kitchen.
“He’s a nice chap isn’t he?” beamed Trish. “I hope he finds himself a nice woman that’s not going to cheat on him. But for now it’s perfectly fine that he stays here and rents.”
“Yes, he’s a nice guy,” said Emma as she reached for the milk.
“I’ve seen the way you look at him, Emma. He’s too old for you, so please focus your attention somewhere else. He’d off limits,” Trish told her daughter sternly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But whatever.”
In the living room, Emma glanced at the mantelpiece and noticed that a picture of herself had disappeared. It was one that had been taken last year, at age 18. She had always thought that she looked pretty nice in that photo, and wondered why her mum had taken it down. Intending to ask her later, she put it out of her mind.
***
“I can’t make it tonight,” said Emma, on the phone to Spencer. “I’ve got lots of studying to do.”
“Oh, come on baby. I wanted to watch another gangbang video.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “You and your gangbangs. You’re obsessed! Look, I’m really not interested. I’ve got lots of studying to do, and its far more important that watching silly pornos. So you’ll just have to satisfy yourself.”
She was getting really sick of Spencer’s constant porno-watching and masturbating. He must have been the most unromantic boyfriend in the world. “Look, I’ll see you some other time.”
Emma studied hard that evening in her bedroom. She really got her head down and put pen to paper. After she finished studying, she lay back on her soft comfy bed and she couldn’t help it, but her mind started to wander, and she thought about what she had seen in the room above. Michael was still out with the rugby lads, no doubt drinking himself into a beery-stupor. Emma instinctively traced her hand down her stomach and onto her soft snatch, and her fingers expertly parted her unspoiled labia and began to probe. Her mind raced, thinking about Michael’s big dong being furiously jacked, as she slid her fingers inside. It was tight as hell, but as she pushed two fingers into her virgin pussy, she started to really work herself up, dressed just in her little panties and tight top.
She heard the front door open and boisterous male laughter coming from downstairs. He’s home, but who’s he talking to? thought Emma. She heard loud plodding footsteps go past her room and up to the lodger’s at the top. He’s definitely not alone, but it doesn’t sound like he’s brought a chick home. Must be a couple of the rugby lads.
Trying not to get distracted, Emma continued to frig eagerly. However, a couple of minutes later, she couldn’t help but hear familiar jacking noises, not dissimilar to those she had heard previously. “It can’t be what
I’m thinking,” she whispered to herself, and stepped out of her room. Her mum’s door was closed with the light off, and she could see an amber glow coming from upstairs.
She tip-toed up to the lodger’s room once more, and could see that the door was slightly ajar, the light within pouring out and zig-zagging down the stairs. Once near to the door, the noises became louder, it was as if there wasn’t just one wet noise, but as if it was echoing thrice. In the darkness of the landing, she peered her head round the slightly-opened door, and couldn’t believe what she saw. For there was Michael, once again dressed just in his rugby shirt and white socks, his big schlong out in front of him. But, to his left was one of his teammates, a big muscular guy with curly hair, also wearing just a rugby shirt. His enormous prick was in his hands, and Emma guessed it must have measured about 9 ¼ inches.
To Michael’s right was a third rugby player, a big burley black man, who was even taller than the other two. Amazingly, the black guy outsized the other two in more ways than one, and as Emma eyed up his tool she assumed that his length was nearing 11 inches. She watched in awe as the three guys indulged in a circle-jerk, otherwise known as a game of soggy biscuit, as their three pricks faced each other. Watching unknown to the rugby circle-jerkers, she couldn’t help but wonder why they couldn’t have done this in the shower after the game. It’s a bit weird that they came here to do it. And then she saw it.
On the floor, at their socked feet, was the missing photo of her. Crikey, Michael took it! she thought, and was deeply disturbed by this sight. They were jacking off over her pretty features. But then she suddenly felt quite flattered by it, and her hand went down and delved into her panties to play with her aroused pussy. She rubbed her freshly shaven mound vigorously and began to slip her fingers inside, as she crouched by the doorway. The jacking intensified from within, and as she watched the straining sacs tighten, she heard the moans escalate, as the white teammate began to jack with a sense of urgency, his hand a blur, his balls tight as he shot his load downwards onto Emma’s photo. It splashed across her left cheek in a big white gob.
Witnessing this, Michael couldn’t take it anymore, and his nuts tightened up considerably as he ejaculated his seminal fluid which spiraled downwards and splashed Emma’s photo, right on the chin. Emma probed her fingers deep into her frustrated pussy as she perused the big black teammate’s big black nuts, as they too tightened up dramatically. He jacked his enormous snake and spurted his creamy milk, and it gushed downwards like a fountain, splashing the photo, getting Emma’s portrait right in the eye.
Her photo was completely cum-covered, and as the three rugby-jackers squeezed the last bit of jizz out of their softening bells, Emma put her fingers to her mouth to taste her own love-juice.
“Oooh, that was good,” said Michael. “My God, we left the door open.”
Emma sensed that was her cue to get the hell out of dodge, and she jogged her cute ass down the stairs, into her room and shut the door, completely shocked as to what she had just seen. This long-time family friend had actually been having an organized circle-jerk over her face.
Alone in her room, Emma’s phone rang and Spencer’s name flashed up. Ignoring it, she frigged herself to another guilty climax, cumming ecstatically, her pussy pulsating around her index finger as she flicked herself to an amazing orgasm. She just couldn’t stop thinking about those three big dongs upstairs. Spencer didn’t even count. He didn’t even matter.
The next afternoon, as she was getting ready to leave for college, Emma couldn’t help but notice that her picture was back on the mantelpiece. As she stepped closer, she saw that it had smudged stains on it, as if a snail had gone walkabouts. Maybe I should tell my mum. On second thought, I’d probably better not.
She left, and when she returned she saw that Michael’s car wasn’t in the driveway. She had stopped off at the store on the way back, and couldn’t wait to get up to her room to try out the new present she had bought for herself. Once in her room, she opened up the brown plastic bag and pulled out the dildo. It was about the same size as Spencer’s, being a virgin she didn’t want to push it. She lay back on her bed and began to rub her fingers up and down the slit of her ready gash before fingering herself, then pressed the head of the dildo up against her womanly folds. She was tight as hell. She closed her eyes, naked except for one of her tight-fitting tops, as the evening light poured in.
She began to push the dildo in inch by inch, the whole time thinking about Michael and his big stiff dong, wanking it furiously. Caught up in the moment, there was suddenly a knock at the bedroom door. God, I didn’t lock it because I assumed no one was home, she thought.
Without waiting for a reply the door handle turned and the door opened swiftly. There stood Michael. “Damn, I’m sorry. I had no idea. I was just going to see if you knew where your mother was,” he said, his eyes fixed firmly on the dildo in her pussy.
Completely mortified and embarrassed, with the dildo still plunged deep inside her pussy, Emma cried out, “No, I don’t know where she is. Next time you knock, wait for a reply!”
“Sorry, yes I will do.” But he didn’t budge from the doorway, his eyes were still fixed on her gash. Emma was at the point of no return, and as she screwed herself with the toy, she realized this was what she wanted. The old family friend, that she had lusted after for so long, was watching her, similarly to how she had watched him, and she just couldn’t stop. In fact, her hand speeded up and she continued to really drill herself with the toy, her pussy muscles clamping down around it.
She could tell by the look in Michael’s eyes that this was what he wanted too, and he was enjoying the view. He was getting the real deal now, not just her photo, and he came and stood near the side of her bed. His crotch level with her face, Emma reached out and stroked the huge bulge in his jeans. “Never mind about the rugby lads today, you’ve got the real thing right here,” she said as she unzipped him.
His boxer shorts bulged ominously as she stroked the erect length through his underwear. Michael didn’t stop her, as she slid the dildo out of her pussy and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Stepping out of them, he stood before her, erect and ready.
With it right before her face, Emma sat on the end of her bed and pulled Michael’s foreskin back, revealing his big shiny helmet. She opened her mouth, put her lips on the head and started to suck eagerly, cupping his big shaven balls and rubbing the trimmed hair above. Michael moaned out, encouraging her, putting his hand on the back of her head and pulling her forward onto him. She did a good job of opening her gullet as wide as she could, allowing him to slap his cock right into her mouth, tickling the back of her throat. She almost gagged, but managed not to, and spat a humungous flob onto his knob-head as his balls throbbed between her roaming fingers.
As she looked up into his eyes, he moved his eyes down and towards her snatch. His big strong hands reached down and pressed up between her labia. He frigged her snatch, his fingers feeling firm but forceful. He was a man that knew what he wanted, he was down for whatever . Michael stepped over and lay himself down on the bed, his huge erection sticking right up at the ceiling, all 8.5 inches. Emma got on top, head to toe, Michael’s strong arms guiding her. She swung her tanned thigh over his face and lowered her crotch onto his mouth. Her firm tits pressed against his toned stomach as she once again found herself face-to-face with his cock, upside down this time, as his tongue darted out and lapped at her soaked-up pussy. His lips expertly suckled the love-juice from her pussy as his bristly chin rubbed against her freshly-shaven mound, his mature tongue flicking her nub from side to side.
Emma opened her mouth wide and once again took the tool as deep as she could, keenly sucking with great gusto. She heard loud footsteps coming down from the top of the house. “But, it can’t be. There was no one here when I came home,” she said into her lip-full of shaft.
“He came in with me. He was just up in my room.”
“Who was?” asked Emma, and as she
glanced out of the corner of her eye, she saw the big white curly-haired teammate that had been up in Michael’s room the other night.
“Hi Johnson,” said Michael.
“Hey Michael. I see you’re busy there,” said Johnson as his hand unzipped his own zipper and pulled out his own 9 ¼ inch schlong, that sprung up to attention rapidly.
Emma enjoyed being the centre of attention, and her tight little starfish puckered up and seemed to entice Johnson to come closer. Johnson lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, lapping at her tiny target as he worked his own rod, leaning over the couple. Emma couldn’t believe she was in a 69er with this stud while getting her bum-hole licked. If only Spencer could see her now. She was thoroughly enjoying herself.
She felt their licking slow down and come to a halt, as Michael’s firm hands lifted her up and off him, and placed her on the bed on her back. He pulled her to the end of the bed so her ass was sticking off the edge, and lined up his erection with her slicked-up pussy. He pressed his bell-end up against her opening as Johnson looked on, masturbating.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” explained Emma.
“Do you want me to stop?” asked Michael.
“No, I want to feel it inside me. I want to know what it’s like to have a real man penetrate me.”
Michael pushed his bell-end up into her. She had been slightly loosened-up by her dildo play earlier, but it was still a very tight squeeze, and she let out a loud squeal. Reaching round, she grabbed his firm buttocks as he plunged in another inch. Oh my gosh. And then another. And another. He stuck her with his staff, impaling her balls-deep.
“Fuck,” screamed Emma, in the midst of losing her virginity. “Oh, hang on. Do you have a condom?”
“I don’t,” said Michael.
“Oh ok,” said Emma. And then, “Screw it! Carry on.”
She didn’t want him to stop, and as she opened her mouth to let out another cry, Johnson slapped his bell-end in-between her open lips. Naturally, she sucked on his straining helmet as Michael penetrated her fully, screwing her like a man possessed. He drilled her rampantly, but just as Emma felt an amazing climax boil up within, he withdrew his penis from her pussy, as Johnson simultaneously took his knob out of her mouth.