It was all Kristin could do to stay on the road as she came.
She hadn't intended to masturbate while driving. But the insanely sexual thoughts pouring through her mind and the powerful need coursing through her body made it hard to resist. And the short skirt and tight panties made it so easy. After three hours of driving and thinking of little else besides sex, it had only taken a moment for her to reach a quick climax -- a small one but still far more powerful than any she'd known before Ted.
At the moment she'd cum, she'd been thinking about the morning after she'd slept with him the first time. Waking up in his arms, her panties soaked in his cum, she was a different woman. Like something long-dormant in her had finally woken. Noticing that Lynn has already gone upstairs -- she could hear the shower running -- she'd wasted little time. She'd stroked his semi-hard cock until he was massively erect, then mounted him right there in the living room, riding his fat penis to an explosive mutual climax.
She'd gone upstairs shortly after to shower for work, exchanging a quick kiss with Lynn. The feeling that her life had changed for good persisted in the shower -- through her casual masturbation. And when she'd come down and seen that Lynn's short waitressing skirt and strategically missed blouse buttons had done their usual trick -- Ted had her bent over the counter, her skirt at her waist, her panties at her ankles, plowing his huge dick into her as she came and came and came -- Kristin knew for sure. In the past, she would have run from the sight. This time, she gave them both a quick kiss and then went to work like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Shortly after, a new town, a new job -- and a new attitude. She'd changed her wardrobe and changed her life. There were now a dozen guys after her. She'd slept with two but, even though it was better than what she'd had before, it didn't hold a candle to raw animal sex she had with Ted. So today she was driving four hours to see the only guy that could make her feel the way she needed to feel.
To her surprise, he had gotten in touch with her after he moved to college. Her new job had luckily landed her within a long drive of his college and he'd invited her to come visit. Kristin had suspected it was just a booty call. In the past, it would have horrified her; now it aroused her. She'd raced up to his college and they'd spent a glorious weekend in bed. Her sexual awakening had made her hunt out more revealing clothing and alluring lingerie. As a result, Ted was hard -- and she was cumming -- all weekend long. They'd only surfaced long enough to take in the unbelieving stares people gave as they took in Ted's ordinary appearance and Kristin's prodigious bustline.
Now he had invited her up for another visit. Despite her orgasm, her excitement was building again as she thought of the sexy e-mails and calls they'd exchanged over the last four months. Once the barriers between them were down -- once they'd been shattered by passionate sex -- they'd found they had a lot in common. Their phone sex was often interspersed with hours-long conversations. It had been a long time since she'd connected with someone on that level. Perhaps there wasn't a future for them -- they did live so far apart. But they had certainly become more than fuck-buddies if still less than love-birds.
Kristin finally spotted the exit to Ted's college. Her nipples hardened against the tight spandex of her bra. Her pussy began to get wet all over again. She smiled to herself. Ted was about to get every man's dream. A busty blonde was just going to walk into his room and fuck his brains out.
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Ted was nervous and for more reasons than one.
He was nervous with excitement about seeing Kristin. When she'd come up to visit two months ago, her transformation had been astonishing. She appeared to have replaced her entire wardrobe, selecting outfits that emphasized her curvy hips and 34DD breasts. The weekend they'd spent together, she'd worn some of the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen. She looked like she'd stepped out of a Frederick's catalog.
But it was her personality that undergone the most change. She was flirty, sexy -- and, when they were alone, astonishingly aggressive. The first weekend they'd spent together had been a vicious cycle. She'd wear something that got him hard and the sight of his tented pants would get her in full assault mode. He was sure he hadn't had a single erection that weekend that had not ended with him pouring semen into Kristin's mouth or a XL-sized condom (which she had very proudly brought a box of). In three nights and two days, they must have fucked ten times. By the time she'd left, his cock was sore from the use.
He grinned and rubbed his hard cock through his pants as he remembered one sequence. He'd woken to find her sucking him off. After he'd blasted down her throat, he'd thrown her back onto the bed and gone down on her until she'd cum, then fucked her through three more orgasms before almost bursting the condom with his climax. That evening, he'd taken a shower and she'd joined him. He fucked her against the wall until she exploded like a package of fireworks, then spurted down her throat again. They'd gone back to the room and watching her get dressed had turned him on so much, he'd taken her over the dresser in her bra and miniskirt, watching her tits jiggle and sway and threaten to burst the fabric while he pounded her from behind.
And like her, he was getting a lot of their long distance affair. She would occasionally send him racy selfies that made him masturbate his balls off. She was flirtatious and risqué on the phone or on video chat. And their long post-phone-sex conversations made him feel closer to her than he ever had to any woman.
Now he was only minutes away from seeing her again. Just her presence alone and the wild sex it implied would have been enough to make anyone nervous. But now he had an extra reason to be concerned.
They might not be having sex at all.
His thoughts were interrupted by her ringtone. His cock throbbed just at the sound.
"Hey, I'm almost there," she said. Then she giggled. "In more way than one."
"I can't wait," he replied, then added, "I've been hard for a month."
"Well, I've been soaking wet for two months, so there!"
Ted went to the window and watched with bated breath, his erection starting to tent his pants outward. He shared a three-bedroom apartment with two other students -- both of whom were away for the weekend. That was one of Kristin's conditions - she wanted to be able to make noise.
The apartment was adjacent to a campus parking lot. He dick swelled when he recognized Kristin's car. And his balls ached and his eyes widened when he saw her luscious form emerge from the vehicle and stroll across the parking lot to his place.
She was wearing a short gray skirt that revealed plenty of nylon-clad leg. Her white blouse was tight, distorted by her heavy bust and had the top two buttons opened. Her big lacy bra ghosted through the material and from his angle, he could just see the tops of her breasts jiggling as she walked. Her hips moved sexily side to side as she moved through the sunlight that made her blonde hair shine gold.
His resolve not to have sex with her was gone in an instant.
He felt a brief surge of pride as he noticed a couple of men turning to look at her. And he could tell she noticed as well. The shy girl who wore bulky clothes to hide her shape was gone. In her place was the sex kitten she'd always been destined to be.
He moved from the window before she could see him, unlocked the door and sat down on the couch, trying to look casual. This wasn't easy with an 8.5 inch erection straining to burst his dockers. He picked up his laptop and placed it over his bulging crotch and brought up a random website. He pretended to be reading football scores.
Look casual. Like the hottest girl you've ever imagined coming up here just to have you fuck her to pieces is something that happens every day.
There was a knock. He said something that resembled, "Cum in" and then she was there. And in moment, he was standing up and she was in his arms, kissing him. Kristin melted against him in a second, grinding against the massive bulge in his jeans.
As their tongues wrestled, their hands explored. Ted traced her voluptuous figure, starting by caressing her generous bottom and wide hips, moving up to her small waist and finally closing in on her massive breasts. When he took the ripe mounds into his hands, Kristin moaned and panted. Her hands, which had been happily caressing his arms, moved down and grasped his massive erection.
"I've wanted this for so long," she said between kisses. "It always feels so much bigger than I remember."
Ted had forgotten everything but the woman in his arms. He reluctantly let go of her heaving breasts, provoking a plaintive moan from Kristin. She grasped his hands and moved them back up.
"Rub my pussy later. My breasts need you."
She turned around and pushed her generous backside against him, again reveling in his size. Ted now had full access to her. He put his arms around her and grabbed her big breasts again. He kissed her neck and the side of his face as he groped and squeezed them. He pinched her hard nipples, pressing through the layers of fabric and Kristin squealed and shook.
"I love it," she gasped. "Harder."
Ted was trying to hold back, not wanting to hurt her. But, as always, she liked a little roughness in her sex. He had found that equilibrium, rough enough to excite her but not so rough as to hurt. They stayed like that for several minutes, their excitement level building and building until finally Kristin broke from it.
"Enough," she said. She quickly kissed her way down his body and began kissing his massive erection through his pants. It was all Ted could do to remain upright.
Quickly, Kristin unzipped him and yanked down his pants. His boxers followed and she grinned in delight at the ridiculously thick monster that confronted her.
"My memory never does it justice," she said and then brought it to her lips.
Ted trembled. Kristin was incredible at this -- just the thought of her sucking his cock was enough to get him on the brink of orgasm. And now to have the real woman taking him between her lips and as far into her mouth as she could, looking up at him happily, giving him peeks down her bulging shirt -- precum began to leak out of his tip and his balls throbbed.
"Oh Kristin, you could make me cum in seconds like this!"
She stopped and smiled up at him.
"I'd like to. I've masturbated myself silly thinking about you cumming in my mouth." She paused and blushed, once again not believing she was saying such things -- or that they were true.
She stood and kissed him again. "But I need this thing inside me. I'm aching for it."
She raised her skirt and pushed forward. Ted moaned at the feel of her soft panties against his head. As they kissed, Kristin pushed his big prick down, growling as the fat head traced down her belly and over her panty-covered mons. She rubbed it against her clit, loving how much better it felt than her own finger. Then she stood on her tiptoes and allowed him to slide between her legs, his fat length grinding against the wet material covering her vulva and clit.
"That feels so fucking good," she hissed into his ear. "I could cum just from this."
Ted's hands once again enclosed the heavy weight of her DD-cup breasts. Kristin moaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation. She bit her lip and held her breath as Ted continued his assault, now thrusting hard between her legs while gently squeezing and caressing her breasts. Kristin began to shudder and shake in his arms, her legs turning to jelly.
