Dick and Delilah solidify their love with a late night rendezvous.
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A couple nights after our first hookup, Delilah had me go over to her house. Much like the first time, it was between 2 and 3am when I arrived. She let me in through the glass sliding door that went straight from the backyard into her bedroom. The moonlight reflected off their swimming pool, illuminating her walls with blue lights in the night. I zoned out looking at her walls for a few seconds.
"Hey!" She said.
I snapped out of it and looked at her like a deer in headlights. "Hi!" I smiled as I wrapped my arms around her and started kissing her. I felt her hands creep up my back and pull me towards her. She guided me to the bed as we kissed. I sat down on it, she sat down on me. We kissed and kissed and kissed. We would stop and gaze at each other for a moment and then continue kissing. Every time I kissed her, it felt like something tingly was pouring out from my heart.
Well goddamnit, was young Dickard Ballz falling in love? If he was, he was surely about to learn some more lessons very soon. But I'm sure we'll get to that.
So anyway, we're on the bed, kissing. She's on my lap. Piece by piece, we shimmy out of each article of our clothing. My shirt, her shirt, my pants, her shorts, both pairs of underwear - all strewn about the room carelessly. She sat her overwhelmingly wet pussy down on my hard cock and rode me with all her might. I grabbed onto her plump, pirky ass cheeks and held on as she repeatedly slammed herself onto me, making full use of every bit of length and girth I had. Though memories of my recent ex-girlfriend were rapidly fading away, I definitely recalled how much she complained about the size of my dick being too much for her. It was nice to be with someone who appreciated it and knew what to do with it. And that was an understatement actually. Delilah seemed to be having a personal moment with my dick that the rest of me might not have been a part of.
"Fuck!" She whispered, trying not to scream. "Your fucking dick is so fucking big! Fuck! Holy shit!" She almost sounded like she was going to cry.
"You like it baby?" I actually did need the reassurance.
"Oh fuck!" She grabbed onto my head and kissed me again with all her might. She started thrusting faster and faster, breathing heavily directly into my ear. I kept a firm grip on her jiggling ass as I continuously slammed her pussy down onto my cock. Her breathing got faster and more intense until she gave me one more final, "Oh fuuuuck!!!" Standing on one knee and one foot, she lifted her pussy off my cock and pointed it right at my face as she squirted all over me...for an entire 90 seconds straight. Her jaw clenched tight as she still tried not to scream, instead letting out a low-pitched growl. It looked like I had just gotten out of the pool! I was amazed, exhilarated, turned on... I couldn't imagine life getting better than this.
When she finished squirting, she collapsed onto me, panting really hard. Now she sounded like she was just finishing a good cry while jogging.
"I need to catch my breath," she said in a quiet tone. I laid my head back on the pillow against the wall and held her as we panted. The sweat dumping from her hair and forehead drenched my shoulder. I felt sweat run down her side and drip onto me. I felt like I was inside a Prince song!
Eventually, she started to come back to life. She kissed me again. My dick at this point was just hard enough to stay inside her if we didn't move.
"You know your dick is amazing, right?" She said, very seriously.
"No, actually." I replied.
"You mean the one girl you were with didn't like your giant dick?"