Ella sat on the outdoor couch tiredly, the music from inside her friend's house leaking out slightly. Becky had invited her to a party, promising there'd be tons of sexy men there, but so far it had been boring, and the only men Ella had seen were lanky and acne-covered, probably with micro penises. She felt frustrated. Ella had specifically worn the sexiest outfit she owned (besides from being totally nude, of course): a backless red bodice with a neckline that plunged and showed her cleavage, a black mini pencil skirt, and a black garter belt. No panties, of course.
As Ella took a sip of wine, the door to the patio opened, revealing a man around her age. Finally-the real men had arrived. His green eyes sparkled with lust as he took in the sight of her, but he sat down on the couch next to her.
"Hey, sweetie," he murmured huskily, his voice sending chills up Ella's spine.
"Hi."
The man scooted closer to her. "I'm Jake, by the way," the man said, suddenly bending down and kissing her, straight on the lips.
"Are you this straightforward with every girl you meet?" Ella demanded, though she felt a little woozy from the kiss.
"Nah, sweetie," Jake said. "But I have a feeling you're not like the rest." He laid a heavy hand on her inner thigh, and she immediately felt a tingling in her pussy. This man-Jake-had only known her for two minutes, yet he had already found her sweet spot.
She bit her lip to suppress a moan as Jake began rubbing circles on her inner thigh, obviously enjoying the effect he was having on her.
"And what makes you think that?" Ella said, trying to keep her voice from sounding desperate and sex-driven.
"I don't know." His hand traveled further up her thigh, until his fingertips brushed her pussy. "Maybe...it's the fact that you aren't wearing any panties?"
Two of his fingers entered her, and she couldn't hold it in any longer. She let out a long suppressed moan, and his eyebrows danced with delight as he thrust his fingers in and out of her wet vagina.
But Ella didn't like to feel not in control. She put a hand on the bulge beneath his jeans and began to gently massage the hard area.
His eyes widened in surprise, and the bulge got even harder.
"How many inches?" she whispered.
"You'll see."
She took this as an invitation, and unzipped his jeans, throwing them away on the patio, and then taking off his black boxers. Ella nearly gasped at what awaited her there.
At least 12 inches, and about as thick as her wrist, the large penis stood up straight and erect. It was mesmerizing, and it bulged with thick veins. As she stared, he pulled down her bodice and began fondling her large breasts, burying his face in them as he licked and bit both her tits and her nipples.