I love big, fat dicks.

Sue me, I do.  I love the way they stretch me and fill me, the way they pick me up from the inside and move me from this place in time to that place in time like a fleshy warp drive.  I love fearing them, sucking on them, and weeping upon them.  I revel in their rarity and their beauty.  I’m an unapologetic Size Queen: big, fat dicks are my friends.

And so is Remington.

After being a proper 25-year-old shit back in July he reached out and apologized and my old 41-year-old ass accepted.  Life’s too short for not forgiving someone with whom you really click.  Proper grammar, too.

He was right on time, all smiles, like a coat hanger stretched his face.  We had much to catch up on, some shit talking to do.  Long and lanky, goofy and sexy, he lay on my couch as I fed him wine and thought disgusting things about his body.  His soft skin, his big, fat cock, his youth.  Fuck: his youth.

Yet Remington is wise beyond his years somehow.  His drive, his ambition.  It sets him apart from other dipshits his age.  I mean, he’s still a dipshit — only dipshits don’t show up to things he’s promised to do– but he’s a brilliant, savage, delicious young man and it somehow makes it all part of the man.

We played Mastermind and when he knew he’d lost, instead of going down in flames he leaned across the table and kissed me.  Deeply and passionately with his coat-hanger smile.

I smiled back into him and climbed onto his lap.  We quickly removed my clothes and pressed my breasts into his face then I slid quietly between his legs, unwrapped his goodies and began to suck.

The glans’ ridge caught on my lips while I serviced it like an obedient piston; the warm, round helmet hit the back of my throat and I fought the gags with great pleasure.

We stood almost as if we shared a mind and stumbled into my candlelit room hand in hand.

I rustled in my drawer since he’d left his condoms in his Mustang convertible until I found some condoms.  “Do you need Magnums?”

“Yes.”

Rip, peel, roll, push, ahhhhh.

We nipped and kissed each other’s lips, jaws, and necks.  I greedily held his hips against mine.  “No.  Stay,” I whispered, desperate.  He held still and we breathed each other’s breath.

We moved and flipped, groaned and gripped, and all too soon it was over with a mad bashing against my ass.

We collapsed on the bed and moved to the pillows and quickly fell asleep.  I was vaguely aware of his soft snores and his hand on my hip.  I wondered if he fit in my bed, but fell back asleep before the worry fully woke me.

Some time in the night, long before dawn, I reached for the soft, warm meat between his thighs and felt it grow turgid in my grip.  The Christmas lights in my window cast a warm glow over the swell of his hip and legs, his cock pulsed and twitched in my hand.  And then I fell asleep and the tickle of his retreating, shrinking cock shivered me out of my slumber for a second or two until he — and I — were both fully asleep again.

I did not get to stuff his beautiful largeness back inside of me.

The morning was a mad dash because he overslept.  He shoved his feet into his leather boat shoes, grabbed his bag, pulled on his crumpled jeans and kissed me once, twice, three times before rushing out the door.

Later, he informed me he’d beaten his CTO to work so it was as if it’d never happened.  I might have congratulated him on his good luck and silently lamented at my own bad luck.  I had really wanted more of him.

He’s so much more than just the good fortune between his legs — he is not reduced to only his penis — but I would be lying if I pretended it wasn’t a cherry on the Young Man Sundae that is Remington.   A delicious, big cocked, smiling man-dessert.  And fuck… I do love me some fat, yummy man meat.

Golden wrappers mean golden moments.

Mid-date, I sent a message to my friends that went something like this:

Please oh please oh please oh please let Bones’ bone be huge!

And then a bunch of little prayer hands because I meant it.

I have shelved my eternal lust for giant cock and have found great pleasure in men less endowed than what I fantasize about, but I really wanted this man to have the kind of package that shoots me over the motherfucking moon.

He was dry and witty, culturally sensitive, intelligent, good looking.  Short.

This was our second date in 72 hours.  After he drove me home the first night and I leaned in for a kiss the archaeologist said, “You’re a really good kisser.”  I had similar thoughts and tucked back in against his full lips and scruffy beard.

It wasn’t passionate, exactly, but it was charged.  If we kissed this well, what else could that mean for us?

I ran up the stairs knowing his eyes followed.

When he arrived 5 minutes early to our second date my hair hung in long, wet ropes.  “I told you not to be early!” I laughed when I opened the door.  He immediately kissed me hello.

“I know, but you’ll live.”

I set him up with a beer and the dog and dried my hair.  We played Jenga and drank until it was time to head to the movies.  His heavy hand rested on my knee and he held my hand.  I leaned against him and smiled, stole more scruffy kisses.

Later, at the bowling alley, I shamelessly flirted to distract him at darts.  “You’re using your breasts for evil!” he accused.  I couldn’t argue.

At our lane there was an easy rivalry between us now since I had won at both Jenga and darts.  The alcohol flowed with the jabs and laughter.

We walked home and our clothes flew off.  I heard the jangle of his belt and the stiff slide of denim before I saw him jut out.  He was big – quite big.  It was if the emoji gods had heard me after all.

I had to scramble to find my Magnum condoms, long since hidden away from my time with The Neighbor.  He rolled one on and pushed into me and I felt that body-splitting hug from the inside out that I so crave.

We moved against each other like choreography and came in rushing rivers.  His dense weight upon me made the bed screech in protest and I was sure we were disturbing the peace.  But we didn’t care.

He pounded into me, flipped me over, pounded some more.  Hair wrapped around his hands like reins, my round ass impaling itself on him.  Our kisses were firecracker smacks now, not unlike his hand on my flanks.  His height perfect for slamming into me while latched onto a breast.  Candle light flickered against our pale skin and the fan whirred above while we tangled like the drunken heathens we were.

I fell asleep after he’d cum twice and me more than I could count.  His hand was in mine.

Some time before dawn he woke me up with warm, strong fingers touching me here and there.  We moved against, in, and around each other blindly.  He filled me up again, another golden wrapper ripped and rolled, dropped and forgotten like Gretel’s crumbs.

He ripped me apart this time, my own wetness no match for his size this time.  I moaned in pain and pleasure and begged him to cum even as my own orgasm washed through me like a long, low bay.   We fell back asleep entwined until it was time for the sun.

This time I played with his uncut sheath, licked and slid it under my grip.  He moaned and shivered and threw me off.  Rip, roll, drop again.

He bunched me up into a ball beneath him and drove deep.  I cried out as each thrust caused a ripple of stinging pain and swooping orgasm.  “I’m gonna cum!  I’m gonna cum!” he said and at the last second he pulled out and in one easy motion removed the condom and came all over my heaving belly.  He cleaned me up and laid back down beside me.

We closed our eyes and he appeared to fall asleep instantly, his steady breathing a far cry from the activity behind the blackness of my lids: this feels nice, a man is in my bed overnight!, he feels good, this is so comfortable, I’m freaking out a little, no – wait – not really, just relax, go to sleep.  Eventually, I shut down and slept for a few more hours with his warm body beside me.

When I awoke next he was tapping my nipples and poking my lips.  I swatted him away and he chuckled.  “I’m starving,” I said, “Do you want to have breakfast?”  He checked the time and said he should probably go, but he didn’t leave.  Instead he lingered and pestered me some more and we talked about nothing and just touched one another.  Finally, I said, “Well, I’m gonna make some bacon and scrambled eggs -”

“Ok, ok, I’ll stay,” he interrupted.

While I made breakfast he put on his jeans and lounged on the couch watching re-runs of Saturday Night Live.  He’d offered to help, but there was nothing for him to do.  It was odd to have him sprawled out so comfortably, the dog asleep at his feet, while I puttered in the kitchen.

We ate and he began to clean up then put his shirt on.  I wore a white t-shirt and some pajama pants to cook in and I sat next to him on the couch where he was putting on his socks, my long legs bare and my breasts visible beneath the thin material.

His devilish grin belied his words of imminent departure and we undressed each other quickly.  I was too tender for him to touch, but I was determined to push on.  A nice long blowjob and a  little K-Y jelly later and we were cumming together.  He pulled out, peeled off the rubber, and spurted hot globs of cum nearly to my chin.

I panted and put a pillow over my face.  It was all too much.  Too many orgasms, too much touching, too much fun.  My grin left a wet spot on the pillowcase.

He laid next to me and I told him how impressed I was with his pull-out-and-cum-all-over me move.  He said he’d seen it done once in porn.  Then we high-fived each other and he got up to leave for real.

After he left I walked gingerly to my room and laid down and that’s when I noticed the strip of golden wrappers at the foot of the bed.  Later I’d find wrappers on the dresser and by the bedside table, little shiny reminders of Mr. Bones’ big bone.

At last, we are reunited.
At last, we are reunited.

 

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Sinful Sunday

He might get a double blowjob after all.

Noodle’s ETA is thirty minutes.

We’ve been talking a lot about sexual proclivities and fantasies these past few days ever since The Neighbor jokingly suggested a double blowjob.

I’m torn between making a fantasy come true and the wounds of a horrible past experience.  TN is like a boy on Christmas morning.  It’s hard to resist.

But his cock, her mouth, and it all happening because of me.  It’s a heady thing…

It could happen.  A bottle of Dom will be on the menu tonight á la TN.  And a giant heaping serving of Hy and Noodle, too.

He fucks my wits right out of me.

“That will forever be the hottest porno I’ll ever see my entire life,” he said after I came long and hard the first time, his cock buried deep inside of me.

This was after I pet my pussy with legs splayed. After I tied him up and sucked his cock. After I rimmed his tight little anus with my finger as he slid deep inside of me. After he untied his hands and pounded into me. After he scratched my back and bit my shoulder. After he wailed like a mad man on my flanks grunting and moaning like a goddamned beast riding his mount into the belly of hell.

And lastly, after I came and sobbed a second time he dragged me up and out of bed.

He helped me stagger to the mirror. “Look at her.” I swept my tousled hair out of my eyes, but some was still plastered to my face. I was rosy from the crown of my head to my pink polished toes. “Look.” He squared my shoulders off with his hands. “Now that’s a fucked woman.”

“Mmmhmm,” I nodded and wobbled into the living room. Lost, happy, heavy. We’d somehow recalibrated tonight.

He picked up the vacuum and finished what he started over an hour before.

When he left, he sucked on my nipple through my shirt as I praised his housekeeping, “As soon as I remember my name,” I told him, “I will write you a glowing recommendation.”

He smiled and kissed me one more time and I thanked him again. “And don’t forget, you’re welcome to vacuum for Noodle when she comes Friday, too.”

“I might just do that.”

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I backslide.

He called me while I was with my softball team celebrating our last game of the season. When was I coming home? He wanted to know. Soon, is what I said.

Home, a little drunk and a lot horny I knocked on his door. He’d be over in a minute. I showered, put on a men’s Hanes tank top and pajama shorts.

He came in wearing only shorts. We lay tangled on my couch chatting. I was scissored between his legs, his erection “accidentally” peeking out of his shorts.

He stroked my thigh, I stroked his cock. I took a gamble and gripped him, he dropped his hand and dipped into me.

We wordlessly moved closer to each other’s hands.

I exhaled as his fingers pushed into me; he thrust up into my hand. I crawled up on my knees and took him in both hands and sucked on the exposed inches.

I looked up at him, my hair framed my face around his cock and I smiled. “It tastes like I remember,” I purred.

I laved his cock until I knew he was on the brink. “I’m not going to let you cum unless I get something out of this.” He looked surprised.

“What if I fucked you?” his eyes were serious.

“I could do that,” I whispered.

There was a pregnant pause as I cringed internally at my own weakness.

“Have you been with anyone since me?” he asked.

“No,” I answered simply.

It was all he needed to hear. He stood up, stripped and grabbed my hands and pulled me into my room. He shoved me hard onto my back, ripped off my shorts and paused right outside my hole.

“You remember how this feels!??”

“No,” I whispered back as he pushed his length inside of me. I was wet and inviting.

I sighed and cried out and bucked against him. The bed moaned its displeasure as I countered with sobs of pleasure.

I gushed and pulsed and writhed beneath him. He stared down at me as I came again and again.

He hitched my legs up on his shoulders and I released on us again. He groaned his own release of control and railed into me as he filled me with his seed.

His head hung and he kissed my neck, began to move again. I whimpered and clung to him, then he stopped and grabbed my vibrator.

I put the buzzing head between my legs as he began to gently fuck my face. I rose and fell with each thrust, then he moved around and his cock was inside me. He commanded me to cum, called me a dirty fucking slut, but I edged back, took a breath then came down hard all around him.

I lay there sobbing dryly, shaking. He got up and got a towel, tucked it under my bottom and hooked his hand into me. I begged him not to, but it was too late. I released a gush of ejaculate all around his hand.

He dipped his head to my breast and sucked as he made me climax twice more between my pleas.

Then he rolled over and lay beside me and began to jerk off, his hands caressed his meat. I pulled my quaking limbs together and knelt between his thighs and fell onto his cock with my face.

“I don’t think I can cum again,” he said.

“Yes, you can.”

Two minutes later he’s fucking my face, begging me to take him all the way as he pumped another load down my throat. I licked my lips.

“I faked it,” he smirked.

“I know,” I said, “taste this fake cum.” And I crawled up his chest and kissed him passionately. He laughed and pulled me into his arms.

He tried to leave right then, but I told him No. He had to wait for me to know my name first. We joked over math word problems and then finally I was ok.

I walked him to the door awkwardly. What did we just do besides only what we do best? What about 4 am girl?? I walked him out. We didn’t hug.

Beefy, but nerdy has been texting me all night with delicious photos. I think I better go check on him now.

I get “permission” to post cock shots.

The Neighbor and I hung out last night after my friends left. It was terrific and we even got a little fucking in (I’ll write about that later, I promise).

We laughed about my “sock-cock shot” and he asked if he’d sent me one of him. I told him no and got excited — god knows this woman loves a photo of a penis.

So he showed me this and I about died.

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And then we laughed our asses off as we compared my version.

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I think I needed a third pair to really do the man justice.

Then I said I wished I could post these somewhere. He said, “You should!” of course not knowing I actually do have a platform. So, I’m taking that as a green light for my conscience and sharing with you all; for the ones who asked to see and for those who’d like a good chuckle.