Holy fuck. That’s a lot of cock.
“Are you alright?”
I raised my right glove high in the air and waved it. “I’m good,” I lied.
I felt like I was being fucked by an arm. I knew his cock was big, but I didn’t realize just how large it actually was. With it shoved balls-deep inside of me, I was quickly reminded that it had been a long time since I’d had sex. Furthermore, I had a newfound awareness that my ability to comparatively measure a cock based on memory alone wasn’t a strength I possessed.
I bit into my bottom lip and mentally prepared for the sexual beating I’d been hoping for.
Ethan didn’t disappoint.
I felt like I was losing my virginity – again – and I loved it.
Blazing a brand new path down a previously traveled road, he thrust his way deep into my memory bank. Leaving a permanent mental impression with each savage thrust, he pounded every inch of himself into me without reservation.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
We were just getting started, and absolutely nothing or no one prior to him mattered. Ethan had bought and paid for my pussy in the first few strokes, and with each additional thrust he was paying his rent well into the future.
Two minutes into our sexual adventure, and he owned me.
Owned. Me.
His cock now fit me like a glove. His hips slapped against my ass with precision. I no longer felt like I was being ripped apart. I was only being fucked. And fucked good. It was the kind of sex that a girl thinks about for a lifetime. The one sexual adventure that all future sex would be compared to.
Each stroke brought an entire mind full of sexual emotion, and it all seemed new to me. While I attempted to process just what it was I was feeling, he would withdraw himself, taking away all of the feelings I was trying desperately to identify. Immediately, he would shove me full once more, bringing another dose of sensual overload.
He pounded himself into me deeply. The small living room smelled like sweat, sex, and testosterone.
Whatever had happened to me in the past wasn’t sex. This? This was sex. This was what songs were written about, movies were produced in an effort to replicate, and books were written about in an attempt to explain.
“Hit me,” I bellowed.
“What?”
“Hit me.”
I wanted to talk dirty to him, explaining what I felt and what I wanted, but I couldn’t. He had fucked me into a reduced state of mental being, and I was no longer capable of reasoning. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be vocal during our sexual encounter, I was simply incapable of using my mind for much more than my feeble attempts to identify what I was feeling.
“Where?” he asked.
It took me a minute to realize just what he was asking me. Only after clearing my mind of the blissful thoughts that filled it did I remember that I’d all but demanded that he hit me.
“Anywhere,” I responded.
He playfully tapped the side of my head with the inside of his right glove. The smell of leather filled my nostrils. It reminded me of the gym, fighting, and our little living room brawl. It was exactly what I had hoped for, but I wanted more.
“Harder. Ass. Face. I don’t care,” I growled. “Just hit me. Hit me and fuck me.”
He continued to fuck me rhythmically, his hands lightly bouncing off the sides of my face and the back of my ass while he did so.
I was about to reach climax.
“Harder,” I grunted.
His gloves began to rain down on me, one after the other, while he continued to fuck me. His balls banged against my pussy. His hands banged against the side of my face. And, his cock banged against spots inside of me I was unaware even existed.
My mind escaped me and my legs began to shake.
I arched my back and cried out. “Holy fuuuuuck!”
I felt his cock swell, and he did the same.
“Aaaarrrghhh,” he growled.
The orgasm worked its way from my toes to my temples. Simultaneously, a tingling from deep inside my pussy seemed to burst well within me, leaving me in an almost confused state of being. I buried my face into the couch cushion and screamed. It was an orgasm unlike anything I had felt in the past, and I was certain – at least at that moment – that I would never live to feel another like it again.
A few seconds into my sexual release, and I realized he wasn’t done fucking me. Still groaning into the now silent room, his cock burst inside of me, causing me to reach climax again, in a different fashion altogether.
He held his cock in place and continued to groan. My body shook and shuddered, exhausted from the fighting, the sex, and the two-hour workout that led to it all.
My upper body collapsed onto the couch. He flopped down beside me. I felt his cum run down my inner thigh.
I didn’t care.
We turned our heads to face one another.
“That was fucking hot,” he said.
“Uh huh,” I murmured. “Your cock. It’s--”
“Too big?”
I was going to say huge.
“No,” I said. “It’s perfect.”
“Good, because there for a while I was afraid it wasn’t going to fit in your tight little pussy.”
You’re not the only one.
“You like it?”
He blinked his eyes and sighed. “Yeah.”
“Good,” I said. “Because now it’s ruined.”
He blinked and stared. “What do you mean?”
Believe me, you’d never understand.
“Nothing,” I lied. “I think I’m delirious.”
And that, at least, was true.
ELEVEN
Jaz
Day thirty-three.
“Oh my God, already?” she asked.
I finished wiping off the table and sat down. “What do you mean already?” I moved the condiment caddy back to the center of the table and waited for her to respond.
“Well,” she said. “You just sucked his cock the other night.”
“And on the first night that we talked about him you accused me of acting like I was fifteen. And you told me not to be the blowjob girl. How long do most adults wait to fuck?”
She shrugged. “I just go for it.”
“Yeah,” I said with a sarcastic grin. “Me too.”
She placed her hands on her hips and shot me a look. “So?”
I wanted to tell her all the sordid details, but decided to make her beg for them. “What?”
“Does he have a nice dick?”
Yeah, if he was a fucking horse.
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Was he any good?”
Any good? He fucked me into a state of mental retardation.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, huh? Just yeah?”
I felt giddy about it all, and I couldn’t wait to tell someone, and she was the only someone I had. “His body is solid muscle, his cock is the size of my arm, and he’s got the stamina of a true porn star. He fucked me until I couldn’t talk, think, or even fucking see straight. And that’s the truth.”
She stood with her mouth agape and stared. “Really?”
I nodded. “Uh huh.”
“You got any pics of his dick?”
“Seriously? No. I was too busy moaning and having orgasms to take any pics.”
“He hasn’t sent you one single pic of his dick?”
“Sent me one?”
“Yeah. Sent you one.”
“No,” I said. It seemed like a ridiculous question on her part, so I had to ask. “Do guys actually do that?”
She looked at me with crazy eyes. “Really?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“They do it all the time. You know, to try and get you interested.”
And therein lied the only explanation I needed. The fact it never happened to me made perfect sense. I typically gave up the pussy pretty quickly, hence the lack of need for guys to coerce me with pics of their dicks.
“Huh,” I said. “Maybe they do it here, but not in Nebraska. Not where I’m from.”
“Oh, I forgot you were from the sticks.”
I chuckled. “No dick pics in the sticks.”
“So he’s got a big dick, huh?”
I inhaled a deep breath and let half of it out, responding as I exhaled. “Massive.”
She sat down, tossed her towel on the table in front of her, and cleared her throat. “I had this guy I was fucking when I was in high school. His name was Steve. Steve Cooley. His dick was huge. I was a senior and he was like, I don’t know, maybe twenty-two years old. My parents acted like he was forty. Anyway. So we were out on a date and I thought I needed to suck his dick to keep him interested, so I offered. And he whipped it out. I just stared. I’d only seen a few dicks at the time, and they were both high school dicks, so my dumb ass was convinced all older guys had great big dicks. Like they grew a few more inches when they got out of school.”
I laughed. “They don’t?”
“I don’t think so. They don’t grow like that. Do they?”
I was joking, initially. Now she had me wondering. I spoke my way through my thought process. “Well, at some point they do, or babies would have great big dicks. I used to baby sit, and I can assure you babies don’t have ‘em. So, maybe it’s like arms and legs, and cocks quit growing when the other stuff quits.”
“So, when a guy reaches full height, and he’s not growing any more, his dick is at full size?”
“I suppose so,” I said.
“Well, my younger brother kept getting taller until he was like twenty-one. His junior year in college, he finally stopped. Six foot four. So, is it just a height thing?”
I shrugged.
“When guys get thicker, when they fill out, do their cocks get thicker?” she asked.
It was a good question. Ethan was lean and muscular, and his cock was as fat as my wrist. I couldn’t imagine it getting any thicker. Hopefully he wouldn’t ever gain weight, and I wouldn’t have to worry about it.
“You know,” she said. “When guys gain weight, they get thick all over. Arms, legs, waist, neck. All of it. You know?”
She had a great point. I tried to imagine Ethan slightly overweight, and grew sick at the thought of it.
“So this Steve guy. Did you ever fuck him?” I asked.
“Oh, hell yes. We fucked like rabbits. Until my dad found out.”
“Was he the biggest you’ve ever had?”
“Yeah. Biggest ever.”
“Was it different? You know, was there a difference between his and everyone else’s? I mean, I know there was in size, but was there a difference in what it felt like?”
Before she answered, I felt a need to correct myself. “Did it make you feel different? You know, was the sex different?”
She gazed beyond me, inhaled a deep breath, and exhaled without ever focusing on me. “Best sex ever.”
“Were the orgasms different than with the other guys?”
“Oh, hell yes. Orgasms with him? I can still remember ‘em. Once, I had one so hard that I couldn’t get my legs to work. I couldn’t fucking walk. I’m serious. I had to sleep it off. I couldn’t even get up to go to the bathroom.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah. The orgasms I had with him made my legs shake, and they made me act dumb sometimes. You’ve heard people say ‘fuck your brains out?’ Well, that’s true. Kind of. He’d fuck me and there were times I’d look around his room like I’d never seen it before. Like everything was new. Then, ten minutes later, I’d be okay. Oh, and before him? One orgasm, and that was it. When he fucked me? I’d have six or seven. It was crazy.”
“So what happened with your dad?”
“Oh. Yeah. It was a bad deal. I’d missed my period, and I thought I was pregnant. I was scared, and I told my mom. So, we went and got a test, and I wasn’t. But what did she do? Told my dad. And then he went to Steve’s house and threatened him. I got grounded. After that, it was all over. He moved away right after that.”
“You got grounded for thinking you were pregnant?”
She shook her head and laughed. “No. I got grounded for dating a guy my dad prohibited me from dating.”
Most parental decisions fascinated me. My father never gave two shits what I did or who I saw, he hated me regardless. A parent attempting to protect their child from harm didn’t seem like a bad thing at all. I acted shocked for the sheer sake of conversation. “He forbid you?”
“Yeah. He did shit like that all the time. House parties? God. Every weekend he’d threaten me.”
“Did you go?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you?”
I pretty much did whatever I wanted without fear of additional repercussion. “Sure.”
“Back to the big cock thing,” I said. “So since then, have you had the six or seven orgasm thing again?”
She shook her head. “Not yet.”
“No big cocks since?”
“Not like Steve’s,” she said with a laugh. “Probably never will be.”
“That sucks.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Do you miss it?” I asked.
“Only every time I have sex.”
I wondered what my sex life would be like if Ethan never fucked me again. I sat silently and stared out into the parking lot, questioning if it would be better to stop, or truly have him ruin me forever by fucking me for a few weeks or a month and then deciding he wanted to stop.
“So do you think Steve’s cock ruined you?”
“What do you mean?”
I hated to rub salt into an open wound, so to speak, but I really wanted to know. “Did it make it hard for you to be truly satisfied with whoever you’re fucking now?”
Her eyes dropped to the floor and she shrugged. After a moment’s thought, she looked up. “Kind of. It’s just, now? Now I always think about what it would be like if the guy I’m fucking had Steve’s dick.”
And that was what I was afraid of.
It may have been premature by some people’s standards, but it was time Ethan and I had a talk.
About his cock.
TWELVE
Jaz
Day thirty-six.
“Actually, Ripp hates the stuff. He only came here because he was helping me out that day, and I wanted to ride in his car,” Ethan said.
“So it was just a fluke that you guys caught me here?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well, I’m glad you did.”
“So am I.”
I took a drink of my coffee and considered whether or not the coffee shop was a good place to talk about my dilemma. I looked around the seating area and decided it was as private as my living room, as long as no one showed up.
We were sharing a corner of a small outdoor table, seated only a few feet from one another. Ethan relaxed in his chair, rocking it back onto the rear legs. He seemed more comfortable than he did when we first met, and although he still didn’t talk a lot, he did communicate more than he did at first.
As always, his hair was a perfect mess. His clothes – jeans, a tee shirt, and boots – were a reminder that we weren’t on a post-workout coffee run, and that our encounter was more of a scheduled event. I liked seeing him dressed the way he was, but doing so made me want him sexually.
Hell, everything made me want him sexually.
Regardless of what he wore, it was difficult to look at Ethan and not want to fuck him. I felt slight guilt for always thinking about having sex with him, but the guilt didn’t last long.
“Can I ask you some questions?”
He lowered the chair onto its front legs and removed his sunglasses. “Sure.”
“Some serious ones?”
“Am I in trouble?” he asked.
I stared back at him and smiled. I loved his eyes. Absolutely loved them. “No.”
“Go for it.”
My serious conversations involving men were limited to Freddy, my father, and a few of the guy
s I had dated over the years. Short of Freddy, none of the men placed any merit on my opinions, though. I wasn’t convinced all men were self-righteous pricks, but I did have my suspicions.
I had decided I would tell Ethan what my concerns were, see what he thought, and make my decision on how to proceed with matters based on his responses. I didn’t expect him to commit to me, nor was a sure I wanted to commit to him, at least not yet.
As ridiculous as it sounded, I wanted confirmation that he intended to continue fucking me. I didn’t care what we chose to call our situation, I was concerned with more important things.
The most important thing.
Cock.
“How long have we known each other?” I asked.
“A month. Give or take.”
“Things have changed between us here lately, and I want to discuss it.”
He looked worried. “Okay.”
“We’re fucking now.”
He returned an awkward stare. “Is that bad?”
“No,” I said. “It’s not bad, it’s just. I don’t want it to stop.”
“Okay.”
Ethan wasn’t opposing me, but he sure wasn’t making me feel comfortable that he was vested in our conversation, either.
“I’ve got this fear that you’re going to walk away, and I’m going to be…”
It seemed strange telling him I was concerned that his big cock was going to ruin me from being able to be satisfied in the future. The longer I struggled with choosing the words to finish my sentence, the more ridiculous the entire conversation seemed.
I was mid-sentence into my explanation, and I wished I hadn’t even started our little cock talk.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I appreciated the reassurance, but I wasn’t convinced. “Give me a second. I wasn’t done with my thought, and I need to think of how to say it.”
“Okay.”
My brain was mush. I’d never been one for beating around the bush, and there was no sense in starting now.
“You’ve got a really nice cock,” I said.
He seemed embarrassed, but eventually he smiled. “Thanks.”
“Really nice. And. Well. I was afraid that in a few weeks I’d be ruined, and then…you know…it’d be impossible to be satisfied in the future.”
There. I said it.
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