Dear Diary,
Today was the monthly get-together at Patty and Kyle Morgan's house. God—what a house it is, too. Six bedrooms, a cabana, den, giant pool—well, I've gone on about that place before, so no point writing about it now.
But I will write about Patty. She was incredibly gorgeous today. She wore the tiniest red thong bikini—I mean
tiny
! It picked up her red hair perfectly. However, to be honest, had she not worn anything her red pubes could have been her bikini bottom and her red nipples her bikini top. I chose to wear a navy blue bikini to pick up my eyes and contrast with my hair. All the guys wore tight, tiny suits that clearly showed off their hard dicks under them and with us, girls preening the way we were those dicks were hard all during lunch. And I mean hard!
As usual, Patty served up some champagne and strawberries and after we all had a pleasant buzz going, the girls tossed their tops into the beach bag. I was wishing so hard that Lars Olson would wind up with mine and he did! I was so
happy
. Everyone jokes that if we ever got together it would be kind of depraved because we're total opposites. I mean, he's six-two and I'm five-four. He has long blonde hair and I have short black hair. He has blue eyes and I have hazel eyes. He's slender and I'm slender. Well, okay. In that regard we're similar. But that's where any similarities end—I have small tits and he has—o-mi-
god
—he has a
huge
cock!
Diary! Listen. I know now why all the girls giggle when they mention his prick. It is twelve inches long if it is an inch. The second we shed our bottoms I just knew I had to taste it. I mean, I actually told him that—
I gotta taste that cock
.
He laughed and said
all the girls say that
.
I had him sit on the edge of the bed while I dropped to my knees, determined to take him all the way into my throat. It was like—
relax, breathe, relax, breathe
and so on. The only thing that made it possible for me to have his balls tickle my chin was the fact that, although his cock is long, it's slender like
he
is. If it was thick like my husband's cock I would never have been able to inhale it—I still struggle with my husband's cock. I've never actually imagined a cock like Lars's, but I guess there are all kinds of shapes and sizes. Anyway, when his sacks finally brushed my face, I exploded! God—the orgasm I had and it was only the first of many to come. Lars, on the other hand, held off and I was soon—well, after an hour or so—about to find out why.
After I composed myself, we got around to fucking. We started in the missionary position, if you can call my legs up in the air and my body bent in two
missionary
(LOL). Lars was not only able to reach my
spot,
but go way beyond it as well. So—here's the bad part—as long as he was, he was so slender that he didn't create the friction that I need, so I really had to concentrate hard to have an orgasm. It was a lot of fun fucking on my back for twenty minutes, but when I came, it was just okay. Lars, again, held off.
Then we switched to me being on top. That was much better because I could lean backward and slide two fingers up inside me while we screwed—
screwed
is the right word, too, because I used circular motions like I was twisting a screw deep into a piece of wood. When my back started to hurt, I told Lars to slide his fingers into me so I could use my arms to relieve the pressure on my spine. That created a bit more friction and I was able to come twice in about fifteen minutes. Still, though, my orgasm was just okay. I guess size
does
matter and I'm not talking just about length. Amazingly, Lars still had not come.
When he rolled me onto my stomach and fucked me from behind, it was much better. I lifted my butt so he could massage my clit and he put his hands into action. Slowly lifting me into doggy position, he massaged my tits and clit with a nice, even, slow speed that he had obviously perfected over many sessions of doggy-style intercourse. He made me crazy, too, by telling me what a great ass I had. I of course, countering his statement about how all the girls want to suck his cock, said
yes, I know, all the guys tell me that
. A little one-upmanship is always fun.
In order to get his way with me, Lars even went so far to tell me that I had a better ass than his wife's and she has one phenomenal ass. I know his wife Tatiana has a magnificent bottom because I've seen it up close and personal! However, I have to agree that mine is better, though. She's a bit athletic and although her ass is firm, it is a bit of a bubble butt. Not mine! Mine is as perfect as a butt can be. Anyway, with all the clit rubbing, tit squeezing and ass related talk I finally had a decent orgasm. Still, Lars held off. Jesus, Diary. What's it take to get that guy to come?
I have to admit that I was pretty sure I knew why he held off and what was coming next. Let's face it—all the talk about my great butt could only be an insight into what he had on his mind. I expected him to get right to the point, but while I was still on my knees, he slid down between my legs and began to lick my butt hole, pushing his tongue in little by little. He was driving me insane and I just wanted to say
fuck me already,
but I also wanted him to bring up the subject first. I mean, what kind of girl asks a guy to take her in the ass? I'm not like that!
So, after five full maddening minutes of butt and pussy licking, Lars told me (in a hushed, husky voice that gave away his soaring lust) that my ass was so perfect he would consider it an honor to fuck it. I was like—
but I can't. I'm married
. I whined the words. You know what I mean.
Can't