"Would you like to come in?" I asked Mark as he dropped me off at my doorstep after our first date. I normally don't invite guys in so soon, but Mark looked so cute in his tight, white t-shirt that I just wanted him right then and there. Not only did his muscles turn me, but the whole date had been wonderful: everything he'd said and done had just clicked with me. He was funny, charming, mysterious and...well, fucking sexy.
"Sure, that'd be nice," Mark smiled.
"Ok, let me get the door," I replied.
"Well?" he inquired after a few seconds of standing there.
"Oh," I laughed, "I'm sorry," I was so eager to have him that I hadn't realized I'd been standing there like an idiot.
Recovering, I opened the door and motioned him in.
"Make yourself at home," I told him and waved him to the couch. "I'll be back in a second."
He sat down and I headed to the bathroom for some last-minute adjustments. Everything had to be right --I didn't want to blow my opportunity with such a sexy guy as we hadn't even kissed yet. Remarkably, I could already feel my nipples getting hard for him. I'd never been so attracted to someone before.
After fixing my shirt (so as to not make my erect nipples so obvious) and performing a variety of other adjustments, I came out of the bathroom and walked over to the couch to sit next to Mark.
"Hi," I smiled.
"Hi," he said.
I giggled like a little school girl.
Thus began a series of questions and flirting back and forth for a few more minutes. He still didn't kiss me, so I decided to be more aggressive and began to tease him by licking my lips and telling him about my bra...and how my boobs hardly fit in it, even though it was a 36DD.
"Oh, really?" He smiled and feigned ignorance. I pushed my chest out to reveal a mass of cleavage, then smiled back at him and giggled: Guys always love to hear about my boobs...and I always enjoy teasing with them. I love my boobs. They're so round and firm and full. I usually have to squish them into my bras in the morning. When I wear a tanktop, my cleavage just looks so impressive. I usually stare at myself as I stand sideways in the mirror and just smile as my huge boobs look so sexy and jut out so far from my body. I'm not conceited, but I must admit that my juggs are fantastic. I get compliments on them all the time. And right now, from the looks of things, my tactic was working. I could see the lust in his eyes. He was enjoying every second of this.
Unable to resist any longer, he leaned over and went for the kiss.
Yes! I thought. About time. You're all mine.
We proceeded to kiss passionately for what felt like an hour though was probably only a few minutes. In no time we making out as if the world was gonna end, tongue and all.
After a pause to catch out breath, I noticed a tremendous bulge forming in his pants.
Oh my God!, I thought as I stared at it, that dick looks huge!
As I marveled at it, he kept getting harder. I could feel my nice, 19 year old pussy getting really wet. It was already soaking into my lacy, black panties and wetting my crotch.
"MMMM that looks so good," I said with a grin.
"You like it?" He asked....as if it wasn't obvious. "You look so huge," I added, "I want that in me."
"Yea?"
"Oh yea, wicked bad."
"Why don't you rub it first?" He asked.
I didn't need further prodding. Reaching down, I began to rub my hand up and down that wonderful cock, feeling it strain against his jeans. The thing got harder as I did, and I swear it felt like it would rip through his pants.
"Oh...God," he groaned.
"It's so hard." I said in a sultry voice, "It's gonna rip your pants."
"Oh yea," he moaned again, "Keep rubbing baby."
I gladly obeyed....his cock had to be at least 9 inches, and a good 3 inches thick. I began to get more excited as I rubbed it faster and faster, feeling my wetness soak through my panties and even noticed a small wet spot appearing in my tight jeans.
"Oh God, give me that dick," I moaned.
"I don't know," Mark said as he gasped from the pleasure, "You might have to really convince me you want it," he smiled.
"Oh yea," I said, playing along with his teasing and inflating his ego, "I need that nice cock far in me, I need it really bad."
"Take it then, baby, feel all of it," He added, and with a loud groan.
I felt his cock stiffen even more and heard a loud tear....his jeans had actually ripped from the pressure of his amazing member and his cock came flying out to slap loudly against my forearm.
"Does it feel good to be free?" I asked with a laugh as I gazed at his cock. It was even bigger than I'd thought...a good 11 inches, anyway, and nearly as thick as a coke can. Veins were bulging from it, pulsing with blood. I grabbed it and could feel it throb in my hand.
"You have an incredible touch baby," he whispered, "Now give that cock a lick." Leaning forward, I used my tongue and licked the head of his cock. Precum was already moistening around it. "Mmmmm...tastes good." I said. He put both his hands in my head and I slowly fit that thing in my mouth....it was so large that I literally had to open my jaw as wide as I could just to fit it in.
Wrapping my lips around it, I began to slowly get inch after inch of it down my throat. Having never experienced such a hung stud before, it was more difficult than I'd imagined. As I felt his head push against the back of my mouth, I began to gag, which I'd never done.
"Oh yea," Mark added, "Gag on that dick."
At first I wasn't sure if I'd puke, but I was so eager for him that I complied, letting him thrust far into my throat again and again, choking and sputtering as he did. Oddly enough, the more he thrust and the more I gagged, the more I enjoyed it. After all, I knew I was probably the luckiest girl in the world to get to suck such a massive piece of meat.
So I gagged, again and again, until tears were streaking down my face. But, as I did, he urged me on, challenging me to fit even more in my mouth. I knew I couldn't disappoint.
As the suck-fest went on, I began to ease up, and eventually found that I was taking nearly eight inches of him down my throat!
Developing a rhythm, we began to work together. He slowly thrust his tool far into my mouth until I could fit no more, then he'd hold my head there for a good five seconds, and I'd form a tight seal around his shaft with my lips while he hardened up even more, pushing down on my head as he thrust upward at the same time in an attempt to force more of himself into me...I which point I couldn't help but gag. Mark didn't seem to care. He was solely focused on receiving pleasure. I knew I was being treated as a sex object, yet I loved every second of it.
When he finally allowed my mouth some rest, I pulled him close to me and kissed him, letting him test his precum. Though I knew some guys didn't like that, Mark loved it. He eagerly kissed me back, grabbing the back of my head and pushing our faces together in a passionate, horny frenzy.
At this point, we began tear each other's clothes off.
"Fucking shit," he said as he got my shirt off, finally getting glimpse of me in a tight, red bra. "Those are the best tits I've ever seen."
Wasting no time, he then began to rub my breasts through my bra, making me even more excited. My nipples became so hard and pointy that I could've cut glass with them.
Taking my bra off, Mark then proceeded to suck on one of my breasts as he fondled the other.
