by CELENE CAREY
“You think she would like a body like mine? Like I mean, with hers being so perfect and all.”
And from the way Michayle searched into my eyes when I said that I could tell he was surprised to find out that I was bi-curious.
I’ve always held it within me that I would fuck a girl. Not just eat out her pussy but fuck her with a strapon dildo. A big strapon dildo and dominate her like I wish Michayle would dominate my pussy. Maybe even fuck her in her ass. Suck on her breast, yank on her hair, feed my pussy into her mouth, drip my pussy juices unto her tongue, sit on her face and smother her mouth and chin with my drenching milky crotch.
Somehow I really liked breasts. I loved them. I always lust of having stiff erected nipples in my mouth. Stuffed down in my throat. That’s hot. I lusted at the girls in magazines, models on T.V., some of the cheerleaders when I was at college but this was the first time I’ve actually touched hands with someone I would love to throat fuck down into my mouth with her tits. And to think, all through my college life where I was amongst so many young hotties, it wounded up being a Milf. I had to fuck Michayle’s mom.
“So you like big sausages?” I asked staring at her with my smutty intentions unhidden.
BIG SAUSAGES AND BIG TOYS
Stephany’s angelically soft face was staring at the jumbo sausages and replied.
“Yeah, I think I would like them big, but I’ve never tried it before.” Her voice was soft but still had that natural sexy rasp to it.
If I ever was to fuck Michayle’s mom now was a good opportunity for me to slip in some naughty at her. I’ve never been naughty with her before nor have she ever talked sexual around me. I guess with the age difference she didn’t found it comfortable to even use the word cock or fuck around me.
Maybe she still viewed me as a teenager, or as her daughter, or too young, or maybe because I dressed too conservative and my actions were always so reserved and quiet, maybe it was my nerdy glasses, unfashionable taste. I don’t know where her mind was on all this. But in any case, I doubted she was into women though, or even kinky any at all. She was always prim and proper and not naughty, the totally opposite of Keith who was rugged, rough, manly and kinky. I think the sexy skimpily way in which she always dressed was about her being proud of her body not really sexual or naughty. Was it? Was she a naughty filthy thinking bitch under the quiet being misjudged by her prim appearance? I bet she was quietly a freak. No she couldn’t be.
What I do know for sure was that it was very daunting of a task to approach a grown woman sexually. This would be my first time approaching a girl moreover a woman twenty years older than me and so damn sexy. Maybe she was way out of my league. My heart quickened as I thought about what to say.
As I test ran some lines in my head and my heart raced. It was scary to repeat them in my head but somehow it turned me on even more the more I thought about it. I was growing obsessed with the thought of fucking Michayle’s mom. And I thought about some obscene lines I wanted to say, like,
‘Can I finger fuck you up your tight short skirt while you lean against the cool refrigerator in front everyone here in the supermarket? That jumbo sausage stuffed in your mouth after I stuffed it in my pussy.’
God I was getting so heated thinking about lines I could say that I wanted to rub on my pussy a bit. I leaned against the refrigerator to get my clit resting along the cool hard metal edge of it but it was too short it rested across my inner thighs the cool condensation on the refrigerator permeated though my long skirt and cooled my thighs. A soft tingly chill skated up my thighs, my inside flinched and my breath hitched. I made a soft gasp. She heard me gasp. She looked at me and asked,
“Hey, you’re Ok?” I nodded my head,
“Yes, yes. I’m ok, I’m okay.” I tried to catch back my breath and slowly eased off the refrigerator, separating the coolness from in between my thighs.
Maybe I should have said no and told her she was hardening my nipples and I wanted her to show me hers, but I wussed out. I didn’t know what to expect if I actually said something like that to her. But I think we were close enough now for me to lightly make sexual suggestions at her.
Well I mean, how offended would she be by a sexual joke or pass. She did dress pretty sexual. But then, she never seemed interested in sexual passes or even fazed when guys complimented her on the mall. I guess coming from me, who though was a freak inside, I dressed so conservative and covered, not as sexy as her. I don’t think she would even like me. I’m not even that fashionable. Well I’m actually not into fashion at all. I have no brand name stuff and my brunette hair is always pulled back in this same ponytail like I’m wearing now. My glasses were fairly thick and from some side angles it had the visual effect as if looking at my eyes though a magnifying glass.
People would mistake me for a nerd, but I wasn’t. My grades were average at school and I was quite cool to hang around if you’d look pass my clothes and get to know me. Would Stephany be willing to know me? I looked down at her short skirt. It was thin and you could see the gap between her legs. The firmness of her thigh. My nipples peaked with hardness. I replied,
“Me either. I’ve never had sausages that big before. Michayle’s not that big.”
Her face gasped but no smile was on her face. I searched her expression to see if she was offended. I couldn’t tell if she was or not. There was a small element of surprise when she looked around at me. My heart thudded. Raced. I didn’t know what her open blank expression meant. Was she disgusted? Thought I was a perv? Thought I was corny? Thought I’m just a kid?
She looked straight into my eyes, reading them and replied,
“Excuse me, what’s that?”
“Nothing. I was . . . I was just joking around.” I forced a smile. It was obvious I felt awkward.
She looked back in the supermarket’s refrigerator and took up a pack of the large sausages and asked,
“So you’ve never tried this size before, right?”
“I was thinking of getting a toy that big but no, I’ve nev—”
She flashed her head around, “Would you really try a toy this big?”
“Yeah,” I shrugged my shoulders matter-of-factly, “Why not? I think I would like it.”
I was lying, I knew I could not handle that size but good, I thought, at least I got her to open up. Sex talk. We were going down the valley of naughty and I was making sure I lead her to the very end. It kind of felt exhilarating, thrilling. My heart kicked hard and my mind raced. Then a bomber happened. Michayle’s dad came around the corner smiling, breaking my first intimate connection with Steph. He had a vegetable in his hand. A long large cucumber. He tossed it up in the air and grabbed it out the air with the other hand.
With the same grin in his eyes that he had naughtily given her in the kitchen he asked her quietly ignoring that I was even there,
“Hun do you like this? Think you can handle?”
Before Stephany answered she looked over at me uncomfortably.
BOOK 35
TOO BIG
STRETCHED Me So Deep
FILLED Inside Me So Hard
SQUIRTING Non-stop
Bang by Well Hung Men & Fisting
(Well Endowed Erotica Series)
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TOUCHING IN THE SUPERMARKET
Stephany’s face looked confused. She stuttered,
“Keit . . . Keithhhh . . .” Looking over to me as if suggesting there was a kid close by. Keith ignored her concerned expression, brushing it away by saying,
“So . . . Can you take all of this without making a grunt?”
He sounded very excited by the thought of stretching her pussy with the large cucumber he was showing her in his hand. I was mentally calculating that cucumber up in my own hole. That very same cucumber. Unpeeled and rough and still cool just out the refrigerator, with the cold trickle of sweats on the skin. I’ve always heard of using cucumber as a toy but this was my very first time thinking about it so hard that I could feel the cool bumps all over the cucumber bumping its way up into my canal as I slowly force that fat green vegetable up into my pussy. I answered Keith.
“I think I could.”
For the first time now Keith looked over at me, the nerd he viewed me as, I assumed. Of course this choked him, he half-coughed.
“Ah-hem. Hem. What?”
“I think I could take all that cucumber in my hole.” I said politely.
Keith eyes gawked and he looked over to Stephany then at me then back to Stephany. Stephany smiled at me with squinted eyes and asked,
“How hard?”
My mouth made a small opening from the surprise. I didn’t expect that from the very prim and conservative Stephany. My eyes went to her large protruding nipples through her thin blouse.
“Well. Hard in my hole and even harder in my mouth. I can take it hard in both holes.”
Keith zipper bobbed hard and visibly, as if his cock was straining to burst out. It was that time, for the first time I realised that Michayle’s Dad had one of the largest bulges at his zipper I had ever seen in my life. It had to be twice the size of the cucumber he held. My innocent cotton panties were getting moist. My pussy twitched. Oh my God that’s not a cock in there. It couldn’t be. Could it?
Keith caught my eyes latched on to his cock. He knew I was stripping off his pants and boxers with my eyes and looking at his naked hard cock. There was nothing I could do. I still stared. I was too amazed by its enormity. He purposely let his cock twitched forward through his khaki Dockers pants again, the movement was a strained nudged that bobbed forward, a swift upward nudge as if it was a pulse. My God his dick seemed strong and powerful and delicious. I could feel my pussy beginning to salivate. My watered, pink tongue licked my lower lip without realising. He stared intently at my lips. He stepped forward. Walked in closer to me. I doubted it Keith had ever paid me any sexual attention before now.
He looked me head to toe and I could feel him stripping me naked with his eyes. I didn’t know if he was mirroring my actions but he licked his lips too as he got into touching distance of my small body. He stood there and I felt his height towering over me as if his shadow was heavy. I looked forward and my eye level only reached at the second white button of his plaid shirt. I felt a bit intimidated, he was forty-four. I’ve never imagined having sex with a man much older than me before, more over a man more than twice my age, but now all I could imagine was his big thick cock stuck between my pussy lips and plundering my hole. I wanted to grab on it and feel the girth and thickness to feel if it was really real. My curiosity was piping hot and my pussy was hotter.
With his mouth just above my forehead, I felt his hot breath and lips movements when he asked,
“What about this?” He bowed his head down directing his attention and mine off his button and back to his massive bulge.
“Huh? Ahmm .. Umm …” I licked my lips as I searched for words.
Stephany giggled at me and said,
“Keith we’re in a supermarket, control yourself.”
Keith looked over on Stephany and said,
“I just want to know if this young flower can take a big hard cock, or if she’s bluffing.”
A grandmother in a pink cardigan sweater and black strings attached to her burgundy glasses’ handles passed by glancing at the price of the jumbo sausages in the refrigerator. Stephany eyed her and then eyed Keith obvious penis print that bulged and as if trying to clear the sexual situation in public she hastily said,
“Ok. Sansy?”
“Yes?”
She grabbed on to my hand, my shoulders rocked forward, she shoved my hand onto Keith’s hardened bulge and my widened eyes showed through my glasses. I could not wrap my hand around it entirely but I squeezed on what I could fit into the hold of tiny fist.
“So can you manage that my darling? Keith is a bit rough with it?”
I knew I couldn’t. No way I could, but something in me would not let me admit it.
“Oh sure I can. I’ve handled bigger.”
Now Keith opened his eyes to a noticeable width. He knew he was huge. He believed my lie. He looked at my well covered body, nerd glasses and ponytail.
“Have you now?” He asked with a smile.
“Yes, I sure have?”
I saw his cock twitched hard, jerking the khaki material of his pants. He didn’t seem to care that we were in public or that his hard-on was protruding stiff against his zipper and obvious. He stepped even closer to me so his lip was resting on where my hair begun on my forehead and his warm lips tickled me there as he said,
“Did you cry like a little girl?” His voice was low and thickened with filthy sexual intentions, “I bet you did.”
“Do you want to find out?” I asked as I placed my hand on his firm chest. His hard bulge slightly rested above my navel and my breath hitched. Damn it felt so hard.
As I wiped my fingers down the chest pocket of his shirt it felt like he had hardened matured nipples under. I looked over at Stephany, she crossed her legs in a twist, one hand on the refrigerator, her eyes soaking up the sexual tension around us in public. She seemed to be enjoying what was transpiring. But out of the three of us, she was the only one who kept side-eyeing around and around to see if anyone else was enjoying the show ever since grandma had passed by.
“Impressive, Sansy.” She said, commending me on how much I could take in my pussy as if it made her hot somehow, “How about we go and cash these sausages and cucumber and find out what big mouth you got?”
My big mouth had bitten off more than I could chew. I wondered if this would be a threesome between me and Michayle’s mom and dad, or would she only watch? I still wanted to fuck her too. I had known Michayle’s parents were a bit kinky but not this kinky. The thought of the kink I was heading into made me hot between the thighs. I loved it.
After we cashed, Keith handed Stephany his keys.
“What’s this?” Stephany asked.
“The keys. You drive.”
“Why?”
He stopped walking, she realised he ceased to make another step and she stopped too, looked around and he stared penetratingly at her and repeated slowly,
“You drive ok hun.”
“Okay, okay.” She beeped the caravan doors open with the remote.
We boarded into the caravan. Keith up front riding shot-gun and me and the cucumber and sausage in the grocery bag sat on the back seat.
Keith twisted his neck around from the passenger and looked between my legs and smiled. My skirt was long so I knew he hadn’t seen my pussy or anything but he seemed to have undressed me with his filthy mind. He spun around took ou
t his cell, thumbed a text and right after my phone alerted with a double-beep in my black handbag.
Stephany looked over at him. He smiled at Steph. She smiled back at him and brought back her attention to weaving her way through the congested parking lot. I wondered what the text was about? I fished for my cell out my handbag.
WET TEXTS
‘What’s the biggest size you ever took?’ I didn’t know what lie to text back, I texted back the first thing that came into my mind’s creative portions,
‘My pussy has swallowed up a ten inch cock before.’
‘Mine maybe bigger.’
‘Bigger than ten?!’ Now I began to worry about what I was getting myself into.
‘Did it make your gaping pussyhole clasp?’
‘Mmhm.’ I texted back.
‘Ever had your cunt fisted?’
Now I actually felt my pussy clasped. This actually took me by surprised. Is he actually reading my mind? I have fantasized about it so many times. Even about doing myself.
‘No, but I’ve fantasized about it before. And monster dildos.’
‘Want you to watch me wriggle my fingers into my blue latex gloves and spread you apart.’ I couldn’t believe Keith was into stretching. My pussy reacted in my panties. Would Keith actually try to fist my pussy this evening or just stretch me with his oversize cock? I crossed my legs and squeezed them together. He peeped up through the rear-view mirror at me still trying to see between my legs. He texted back,
‘I hope u not there touching that big fucking loose cunt. Are u?’
‘Yes my legs gently rubbing my clit.’
‘Lift your skirt up and show me some legs.’ I looked up at the driver’s seat and at the back of Stephany’s head. She was paying attention to her driving. I slid my long skirt up my slender legs right up to the legs of white panties.