IT'S SO BIG! 40 EROTIC STORIES OF OVER-SIZED FUN AND INEXPERIENCED WOMEN
Story 1
Summary:
Tom, a nineteen-year-old virgin. He's just moved into the neighborhood, and he's hoping that it will be a new start for him. But when he goes for a walk he meets the neighbors and gets more than he bargained for.
Liz and Mary, two women in their thirties. Liz invites him into her home, and when her friend Mary calls by they start having fun with Tom.
Threesome, lesbian, sixty-nine, oral, titty fucking, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, fingering, jerk off.
As he placed the final box on the floor, Tom looked around himself, breathing deeply, and nodded in appreciation. He still had a lot of work to do to get everything unpacked - and then he was going to have to start thinking about decorating the place. He knew that he had a long few months ahead of him to get everything just how he wanted it. But he was looking forward to the challenge.
He was nineteen years old and he had finally moved out of home - he finally had the independence that he had wanted for so long. He felt as though living at home - with his overbearing parents - had been holding him back for far too long. Now he had his freedom, and he was adamant that he was going to take advantage of it.
He sat down on his couch and thought about it. One of the things that had been more and more of an issue for him was the way that living with his parents had been impacting his relationships with girls his age. He could never take them back to his place, because there always seemed to be someone there. And somehow he had failed to take them anywhere else, either. He felt as though he'd come close to losing his virginity a few times, but somehow the thorny issue of where they could go had always arisen and somehow there had always been a problem. He remembered Tammy, in particular. She was a girl the same age as him. She was petite, with shoulder-length black big, green eyes, a great ass, and large breasts that only ended up looking bigger on her small frame.
He knew that she’d had her eyes on him for a while, and when he looked at himself in the mirror while getting ready for a night out he often felt a little boost of confidence, considering just how far he had come.
He had been a short, chubby, child but he'd been blessed by a growth spurt in his late teens which now left him tall and broad-shouldered. He had taken advantage of this situation by starting to work out, and now he was well-built, with chiseled good looks, short, blonde, hair, and blue eyes.
At first, he'd been surprised and slightly confused by the extra attention he found himself getting from the girls he knew - but then he started to get used to it. And now he felt as though it was long past time for him to lose his virginity - yet it still hadn't happened.
He remembered one day when he’d been down at the beach with some of his friends. Tammy had been there, and he’d noticed her right away - especially the way that her breasts bounced when she ran along the beach in her tiny, black, bikini.
He noticed that she was checking him out as well. He tried not to make it too obvious how much that pleased him.
Later on that evening, when she’d asked if anyone could give her a lift home, he had spotted his opportunity to do what he wanted.
“Sure,” he said, “I can take you.”
She looked pleased at that, as though it was exactly what she had hoped would happen.
As they walked away from the group, he thought that all eyes were on them - that everyone clearly knew what they were planning on getting up to.
Sure enough, as soon as they were in his car they were kissing. He leaned across as he kissed her, his hand on her knee and then sliding up her thigh, beneath her dress, feeling where her bikini started.
He felt her hand on his pants, massaging his cock as it got harder.
“Let’s go back to your place,” she whispered breathlessly in his ear.
That brought him back to reality.
“We can’t. My parents will be there.”
She looked put out by that.
“What about your place?” he’d suggested.
“You know my place is always busy with my family there,” she’d said, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Well, what about here? What about if we just push the seats back?”
Now she looked really mad.
“I’m not about to fuck you in your car, Tom. What kind of girl do you think I am?”
He looked at her, looked at the swell of her breasts, at her pretty little lips that he’d been enjoying kissing, and he thought that he knew just the kind of girl that she was - and, in fact, he was counting on it. But it seemed as though she was adamant that nothing was going to happen in the car. And he had to admit that he could understand her point of view in this matter.
Now, however, things would be different. Now he had a place of his own. It was only a small, one-bedroom, house - but that was all he needed. If he could get her back there then things would be different. He’d finally have his way with her.
Sitting there now, he thought about what he had to do first to get the place ready. He wanted it to at least look presentable for her arrival.
He imagined what it would be like - he had to admit that when he imagined it he always saw them back on the beach, always saw her in that sexy little bikini.
He’d make sure that she knew exactly what was happening - that he now had a place of his own, a place that they could go to.
He thought about getting her back into the car again. They’d be kissing again, and he’d get to feel those sweet thighs of hers again.
“Come on,” she’d say, “let’s go.”
And this time it would be different. They’d drive back to his place as quickly as they could. He would reach across as they drove, resting his hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze.
Sometimes he imagined her bending over and sucking his cock as they drove back, but he kept reminding himself that she hadn't wanted to do anything in his car. He told himself that the anticipation of when they finally got back to his place would make the wait worth it.
Then he’d get her in his house. He imagined shutting the door and then turning to her, pushing her against the door, kissing her, his hands on her ass, pushing her dress up.
She’d take her dress off so that she’d just be wearing her bikini again. He imagined his hands on her waist as he kissed her. He imagined sliding one hand up, moving it over one of her breasts. He imagined pushing the bikini down on one side, seeing one of her perfect breasts. He thought about licking it, kissing it, sucking on her nipples.
He'd pull her over to this couch where he was now sitting, sit down on it, and pull her down so that she'd be straddling him. He thought about her pushing up against his cock, pulling his T-shirt off. He thought about reaching behind her and undoing her bikini, watching it fall forward, both of her breasts now exposed for him. He thought about his hands on them, his mouth on them. He thought about running one hand down to the front of her bikini bottoms, feeling her pussy through them. Then he'd push them to one side and feel her properly, his fingers rubbing at her sweet, sweet, pussy.
He imagined her moans of pleasure as he did so, thought about her pushing his shorts down and grabbing hold of his cock, jerking him off. Just sitting here, thinking about it, he could feel his cock getting hard already.
He thought about pushing her little body back onto to couch, getting on his knees between her legs, kissing and licking them before reaching her pussy. He would pull her bikini bottoms down. He thought about how good she would look completely naked. He thought about how good her pussy would taste, and how she would moan and shake with pleasure as he licked her down there.
Then he would have her right where he wanted her. He would be driving her crazy, and she would be in the palm of his hand, ready to do anything that he wanted her to do. He wanted to dominate her, bend her to his will.
He’d get to his feet and look down at her - panting, red-faced, hungry for him. He’d push his shorts all the way down, his cock free and right in front of her face. He thought about her leaning forward and sucking on it, just as he wanted her to. He thought about her sexy little mouth wrapped around his cock - how good it would feel as it moved back and forth along his shaft.
He could reach down and grab one of her breasts, squeezing it as she sucked his cock.
He thought about thrusting, fucking her face. Then he’d want more. He would flip her over onto her hands and knees. He thought about her sexy ass - and about how good her pussy would look there, how inviting it would be - right in front of him.
He’d grab her as he slid his cock into her. He thought about fucking her like that on his couch, his cock pounding home, her cries of pleasure filling the room as her body shook with every thrust he made into her. Then he’d slide his cock out of her, he’d sit back and pull her to him, straddling him again, sliding his cock into her and riding him till he came inside her. He thought about her sexy little body bucking back and forth on him, working his cock, doing everything that she possibly could to drain it, to get it to fill up her pussy.
They could sit there together, both completely naked, just holding one another like that till he felt a stirring and knew that he was ready to go again. He thought about getting to his feet and leading her into the bedroom, where they would kiss tenderly, where she would feel his cock stiffening again and would start to jerk him off.
They would be able to take their time now that they were in the bedroom. He would kiss her all over, slowly, wanting to explore every single part of her with his tongue.
Sitting on his couch, he could feel how hard his cock was getting just imagining all of this.
He smiled to himself and shook his head. He really should start unpacking all of his stuff, getting on with the task at hand - as well as getting the place ready for when he tried to get Tammy back there, as he wanted everything to be perfect.