by Dawn Blue
It dropped to the floor and his mouth dropped open. Then he said, “I’ve never seen nipples like that before. They’re awesome. They’re so perfect.”
That seemed weird. I’d always thought they looked freakish. He seemed to think they were the best ever. They were basically pointing at him.
He put a hand on one. I immediately felt like I would explode with pleasure. I gasped. He played with it. And when he did, little goose bumps formed and my nipple twisted itself. The tighter it got, the more pleasure there was.
He took my hand and led me to a weird place. There was a dresser near a closet. He picked me up and sat me on it. I saw why immediately. With me sitting on that dresser, my tits were face high for him. He started licking them. His tongue was hot and soft. My nipples liked it. He got one in his mouth and sucked. It was a gentle suck. I wanted him to know I liked it and that he could suck harder.
“Yes,” I said.
He did suck harder.
“Oh yes,” I said. I felt a burning pleasure in my nipples. It radiated all over. It was funny how all such pleasure seemed to radiate right down to my vagina.
And like he could sense that line of pleasure and wanted to follow it, Casey moved down, planting small kisses all the way down to the prize. He stopped just before it and seemed to study it for a little while. I pulled my legs up on the dresser so I could display it better for him.
“Wow!” he said.
I was so glad he liked it. On the advice of Leah, I’d gone ahead and shaved it. It was a tiny thing. Most of my skin is pretty pale, but that part’s a darker shade. The two lips there are pretty small.
He started to lick those two little lips and made pleasured sounds as he did. I was glad he wasn’t grossed out, but more than that, I found myself overwhelmed with pleasure. I couldn’t help but cry out and squirm. He grabbed me with powerful hands and held me still. Unable to squirm, it was like I had to find some way to move. My body compensated by shaking my whole insides. I’d orgasmed pleasuring myself before. This was ten times as intense. With my insides shaking, my whole outsides shivered. It seemed to go on and on, and when it finally stopped, I felt intensely relaxed.
I looked at him. Casey was standing a few feet away, smiling his beautiful smile. I felt so grateful.
“I want you in me,” I said. “Please take off your clothes.”
He did. He started with his shirt. His muscles were almost too much to take in. Although I’d seen them push out shirts and felt them, I’d not gotten the full effect. He had the kind of body that you could touch a thousand times and never get the full effect of. There were so many bumps and divots.
He took off his shorts. That’s when I saw the totality of his thighs. I wondered in all of my exploring how I’d not gotten to them yet. He had muscles so big and so ripped there, they looked like they could cut, like he could put an aluminum baseball bat between his legs squeezed them together and cut it in half. Yet I still found I wanted to just put my face between them and alternate between licking his left inner thigh and his right inner thigh. He took off his underwear, and I was not only caught up in the hard rod extending from his body, but the area around it. I thought the next time I gave him a blowjob, if there was a next time, I would have to lick those divots where his groin area met his thighs.
He moved forward and lifted me from the dresser. We embraced each other like we had before, but this time naked. I squeezed his tight ass as hard as I could, but the muscles wouldn’t give. He squeezed mine with both hands, going deep into the softness. This time, when my cheeks came open, there was nothing between them and his hands. He felt a little way into my crack and moaned, probably because it was soft there too and he seemed to love soft.
The thought of him plowing into me didn’t seem right, at least not yet. I didn’t want him to have to have control of it. I wanted to do it. I wanted to fuck him before he fucked me. I pushed and he gave. He backed up and lay on the bed. I crawled up on him. He was too broad to straddle, so I spread my legs in a V on his upper body. I lifted myself over his cock. He held it straight for me. I started down.
There was pain. But it was a good pain. It was something I’d really never experienced. I don’t think it would have been so good had his spike of a cock not been so hard. I slid down the head of it, gasped and waited for a few seconds. Already, I wanted more. I took in another couple of inches, gasped again. My arms might have been tired from holding me up, but I didn’t feel it. I could feel the pleasurable burn again. I think I was going to cum. I told myself not to, to wait. That worked. I slid down a little more, waited and then slid to the bottom.
His hands went to my ass, and I loved this even more. I started grinding on him, once again moaning out of control. The pain was dwindling and the pleasure increasing. I started picking up speed. His hands moved from my ass to my tits. He squeezed my little tits and then gently squeezed my nipples.
“I love these,” he said. Then he squeezed them harder.
The burn was back and I didn’t think there would be any sending it away.
His hands moved to my butt and he squeezed it so hard that it came open. “And this is the best ass I’ve ever seen. You’re going to have to come back. Probably many times.”
That did it. My first time having sex, and I was screaming out with orgasm number two. And the second one is always better than the first. I felt like I went to heaven for a little while and came back.
When I did make it back, I was still. He was really squeezing my ass. I remembered when I had been in the store and how I got his attention by bending over.
“This isn’t what you want,” I said.
I pushed myself off of him. I got to the foot of the bed. I put my shoulders and head down on the bed with my butt way up and presented.
Casey got off the bed. I heard him make a shivering moan behind me. Then he was rubbing a hand all over my butt. He touched it, squeezed it. He even opened it up and looked at my butthole. I liked that. I thought I might want him to do more there at a later date. And somehow I was expecting there would be a later date, later dates actually.
He finally slid into my vagina. He worked up speed, at my request. I was stunned. The wiggle of that butt, which used to always humiliate me, which I’d wanted to go away, was now bringing the sexiest man alive great pleasure. I wanted to go back to six months ago and tell younger me to hold out, to stop wishing that wiggle away, that it was probably responsible for instigating the greatest thing that would happen to me to that date.
It turned me on too. The more he made it wiggle and moaned, the more I wanted it to wiggle.
“Harder!” I screamed out. “Faster!”
Then I was gone again, to that wonderful orgasm heaven.
I came back to feel a warm wetness on my back. I was a bit disappointed, wanting to eat it again, but I was even more thrilled. The wiggle of my ass had made Casey cum.
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Afterward, we took that bath. I washed him. He washed me. We both took our time. He asked me to stay, and I did. Then next day, he took me home. I got ready and went to work.
I was at the same time thrilled with what had happened and worried I’d not see him again.
He came in at his usual time, sweaty from his workout.
There were two registers going. He got in my line. I rang up his chocolate milk, smiling at him as he smiled at me.
“Are you coming over tonight?” he asked.
There it was. It felt even better than when he’d asked me out the first time. “Of course.”
I did go to his house that night. I returned the night after that and the night after that and so on. We had sex almost every night, and after sex we talked. We found out that, besides loving each others bodies, we had something else in common. We were both very smart.
By the time I started college, I lived with him. After a very successful first year of college, the night after my finals that May, he presented me with a ring. As I said, I’m smart. I accepted.
That was
five years ago. I’m in graduate school now. We’re thinking of having kids after I get my masters. I’ll be twenty-four then. He’ll be thirty-six. He’s still as sexy as always. I look pretty much the same. We still have sex on most nights. Neither one of us gets tired of the other.
So I guess Leah was wrong about me landing him. I can’t blame her. I was wrong too. Both of us underestimated what a big wiggly butt can do.
Author Bio
Dawn Blue is a librarian in a northern United States city. Though she considers herself on the plain side, she managed to marry a male stripper she’d met a year earlier, and has been happy ever since. She hopes her writing will bring you the same type of pleasure she’s experienced in her life.