After they went roaming the various shops of Laguna Beach. They found her some very nice things to wear for that evening, and a set of clothes for their San Diego trip on Sunday. He bought her three pair of shoes that fit perfect. She cautioned him about spending too much money, but he waived her off with a sharp contortion of his face, then a smile.
After spending the largest part of the day shopping, they walked down to the beach, and sat on the sand barefooted; watching the waves splashing on the shore. She couldn't believe the size of his feet compared to hers.
It was now three in the afternoon, and time to go. They walked back to the car, hand in hand and started the forty-five mile trip back to his Condo. Upon arriving at his place, he unloaded all of the packages and took them in.
"What time do we have to go to dinner?" asked Linda.
"Are you hungry?"
"No not really ... I thought a shower would be nice first."
"A shower would be nice," he said mimicking her voice.
They went into his bathroom and began to take off their clothes. When she was down to her panties, Richard began to get hard. Her breasts were very nicely rounded with nipples that stood up like number two Ticonderoga pencil erasers. Richard put his arms around her squashing her titties to his chest. She could feel his cock pressing against her tummy, and it felt wonderful.
Richard hooked his thumbs in the top of her frilly pink panties, and then knelt in front of her as he pulled them down to the floor. She placed her hands on his head, as she stepped out of them. He was on his knees as; Paris might have knelt down in front of a Helen of Troy, begging for her love. He then kissed her on the stomach, and she moaned and held his head tighter.
Richard then moved down to her sacred triangle, and kissed her between her gorgeous legs, which could have been sculptured by Michelangelo himself. As his tongue came in contact with her clit, she held his hair in both hands and spread her legs a little more.
At the touch of his tongue, her pussy became moist with liquid. He licked up all of her juice and began sucking on her labia. Her knees began to get week and she dropped to the floor. They began to kiss and she tasted herself for the first time on his lips.
Some time had passed when he helped her to her feet, and into the shower. The warm water pelted both of them like a small waterfall. She could not keep her hands off of him and began to squeeze his balls, then moved her hand to his cock. As she began to play with it, he slid a lone finger up into her vagina. When she moaned, he turned her around and told her to bend over. As his massive penis began to slide into her pussy, she groaned,
"Oh Richard ... please ... do it to me ... real hard."
Richard's cock was filling her up and she loved every inch of it. His penis made her feel like a stallion was fucking her. She thought of the famous Centaur half man half horse of Greek mythology, and knew they could not have had cocks any thicker than Richard's. He grabbed her hips tight and began to thrust into her deep. The thrill of his lust was unbelievable and for a few seconds she thought she was going to pass out.
As his hips moved forward, his large testicles struck the center of her butt, almost like she was being spanked ... lovingly. She spread her legs a little more, and reached in between them grabbing his balls, squeezing them lightly. She felt the wonderful pain of her orgasm building, and she knew that he was going to cum also. As his hands grasp her hips like twin claws, she sprayed like a cat marking her territory. He belonged to her now, and no female had better try to get him away from her.
She was Aphrodite to his Hephaestus, and Helen to his Paris. She was a Cocker Spaniel to his Great Dane. As her discharge released, his hands grasp her hips even harder and he groaned, squirting his cum deep in her vagina. Afterward, she turned around and placed her arms around his wonderful wet naked body, holding him tight, protecting him from the world. He belonged to her completely.
"Richard ... We have to get up early to go to San Diego ... I don't want to go to dinner ... can't we just go to bed."
"Whatever you say baby."
"Richard, I was just wondering, when we have sex you don't wear a condom. Were you counting on me to be on the pill?"
"No sweetie. My brother and I both have what is known as a low motility rate. Our guys don't swim. They just kind of lay there like a bunch of beach bums. In order to get anyone pregnant, they would have to stick my balls with a rather large size needle and take out sperm that way. Then they would have to place it into a female's uterus and inject it into the egg to fertilize it. It's a real nasty process. My brother's first wife left him as she wanted children and he couldn't get her pregnant. If a regular guy wears a condom, you would still have a 3% chance of becoming pregnant. With me there is only a one tenth of one percent chance. Which is virtually nothing at all.
When my brother's sperm analysis yielded very poor results, multiple tests and treatments were considered. Unfortunately, in some cases, like my brother and I, even with attempts to aspirate sperm directly from the testicles, treatment is not always successful."
"Ok ... thanks. I just didn't want to get pregnant, at least until I'm out of school."
"Not to worry baby. It's like I'm shooting blanks. Would you feel better if you talked to my doctor?"
"No Richard, it's ok; I believe you. Let's go to bed."
She took his hand, like a big sister with a younger brother and led him to the bedroom. They were naked as they crawled into the king size bed. She couldn't believe her luck in getting him. He was handsome, well built and on top of it all intelligent. Not to mention he had a cock the size of her wrist. She was happier now than she had been in a long time. Now she was worried that things were too good. She decided not to begin anything really sexual, for a while anyway.
She lay there next to him, studying his face and body. This was the type of class she could pass with no problem. She would easily earn an "A" from the blowjobs alone she thought. That thought made her feel a little guilty, as she enjoyed it as much as he did, well almost as much as he did. When she began to run her hand over his massive chest, she found a small round scar.
"What is this?" she asked like a little girl who had just found a coin on her mother's rug.
"A scar." He said in a quick attempt to pass the subject by.
"How did it get there?"
"I was shot," he said unceremoniously, like maybe he had just skinned his knee.
