Long Overdue Visit

It's hard to know where to even start. We met so many years ago, but my part of the story, and the reason I put myself in such a vulnerable position started so many years earlier. Until this happened, I was a virgin. 38 years old, and still a virgin. Sad, right? Somewhere along the line, I just became disenchanted with men.

They all followed the same pattern. Do they all have to be the same?

Yes, I'm aware I have massive tits. No, you're not the first one to notice. Oh great, you said the same lewd thing as the last 5 guys who approached me. Ugh.

I set the bar to what I thought was pretty low. If a man would just come up and speak respectfully, to me and

not

to my tits, we could definitely get somewhere. However, through my teens, twenties, and into my thirties, they never did.

So the years went by. Guys turned me off more and more, and I stopped giving them chances.

Unfortunately, I still

wanted

to have sex, even if I wasn't giving anyone the chance to do it. I love reading naughty stories; novels, short stories, you name it. I love watching porn, even if it's normally a let down. I get so wet. When the feeling hits, it doesn't matter where I am. My panties get soaked, my thighs get wet, and I ache for relief. Sometimes I have to wait hours to get home and take care of it, but when I do, wow! My vibrator on my clit, my free hand grabbing on my big 42 H tits, the stimulation is intoxicating. I love pushing a finger or two, two is

all

I can take, deep into my pussy and letting my orgasm squeeze down on them. It's heavenly.

I'd given up on finding someone who'd cross over my low bar, but things seem to work out in unexpected ways. Years ago, I met a man online, and he and I hit it off. In some ways he was a lot like other guys, even like online guys. He was pervy, a bit pushy, and even though he didn't send his first dick pic without asking, later ones (and there were so many later ones) didn't always wait for a request nor did they always ask for permission, either. In other ways, he was a lot different. He was honest and genuine. He would have deep conversations with me. He actually cared about what was going on in my life. We messaged all the time. We'd exchange pics, sometimes he'd send videos, and on occasions we'd even have phone sex. He would even suggest we finally meet up.

Eventually, after several years, we did. Meeting him in person was a surreal experience. I can't describe how nervous I was to be with him. He did everything he could to help my comfort levels, but I was still guarded around him. He was 6'1" and biracial with caramel colored skin. Handsome, with dark hair and a boyish smile. Very charming. However, I didn't allow myself to be fooled. I knew without any doubt in my mind this man was a predator. He told me on several occasions about how he found his opportunities and took advantage of unsuspecting girls. Sometimes, he did more than take advantage. With three different girls, he straddled the line of consent. One girl, he had definitely raped, even if he wasn't violent about it. I knew all of this, but I still thought I could keep control of the situation and only go as far as I wanted to go.

So far, I had kept him completely in control. He had been very nice in respecting my boundaries. We made out, we hugged and cuddled, watching TV and porn, and he'd never crossed the line. We'd even done hand things, and I'd gotten to stroke that magnificent nine and a half inch dick that I'd only seen in pictures to a fantastic and messy orgasm all over my tits, and I'd let him rub my clit to a powerful orgasm. All in all, I'd say it was a good trip!

Sadly, it had gotten to the point where it was approaching the time for me to head back home. It was so fun, and I wasn't looking forward to heading home, but responsibilities were calling. However, I couldn't just pack up a head home, though. With my wet mess between my legs coating my thighs, and his mess sprayed across my tits, I definitely needed to get cleaned up before heading out. When I mentioned I was going to take a shower, his eyes lit up. I could see it on his face. He was already working out how he would take his chance.

"No way," I told him. "I'll be taking this shower solo."

"I need to get cleaned up, too. No reason why we can't enjoy each other one last time."

"Ok, but JUST hand stuff. I'm not ready to have sex. If you come with me, you have to keep being on your best behavior." He agreed, and we moved off to the shower.

At my house, I have a nice, deep garden tub. He always told me he was jealous of it because he didn't have a tub in his Master Bath. Well, I was jealous of his walk in shower. It wasn't terribly fancy, but it was much nicer for showering than my garden tub. No need to step over a tub wall, nice and spacious, and my favorite part was a built-in ledge/bench at the back of his shower, across from the spray. It looked like it would be the perfect place to sit in the shower and enjoy the warmth of the water, especially after a long day of work.

He beat me to it. He got in the shower and sat on the bench, leaving me standing. Oh well. The water was still warm, and it still felt good letting it run over my body. I'd barely gotten accustomed to the temperature of the water when he started in on my body. Immediately, he leaned forward taking one of my very large breasts in his mouth. I'd never had someone else suck them before, it felt so much different than when I do it, very arousing. I stepped in closer giving him more access to my body. He responded by taking his left hand and working on my right tit. Grabbing and pinching, twisting and pulling. He was much rougher than I've ever been with them. It was exactly what they've always wanted.

I savored the sensations coming from my chest as he expertly sucked and massaged. "Ooohh!" I yelped as I was surprised by his free hand finding my eager clit. My surprise, however, was short-lived as I began grinding my hips into his fingers. He continued working on my tits and circling my clit with his fingers. I moaned in response. My breathing became more hurried. I could feel it building up inside me. It felt so good, and I was getting closer. It wasn't going to be long. Then I felt it. His finger replaced with something much thicker dragging across my clit. I couldn't believe it. He was going to ruin my orgasm by trying to fuck me after I asked him not to. He's finally taking his opportunity.

I stepped away from him ready to end the shower. When I look down at him, I didn't see him grabbing the base of his big dick ready to insert it. Instead he's running his hand up and down it, stroking. I watch for a few seconds then look up at his face. He had a very confused look on his face.

"Don't put

that

in me!"

"I wasn't," he replied. "I just figured I could stroke my cock and use it to rub your clit. That way, we can both get pleasure."

I'd never heard such a flimsy reason in my life. Was I really expected to believe that? Any other time, I wouldn't. In my aroused state, however, it seemed just like him. Take care of both of us was a very prudent plan, and through the years I'd known him and chatted with/talked to him, he'd always been a 'smarter-not-harder' kind of guy. Also, more than being rational, and after I realized what it was, I couldn't tell myself I didn't feel the electric sensation jolting through my body. It was exhilarating. I wanted to feel it again, so I decided to let him continue, but I would be mindful.

I stepped back towards him. Only, I stepped a bit too close. The head of his dick split the lips of my pussy. I immediately inched back, correcting my mistake.

He went back to sucking and kissing, and sucking some more, all the while, stroking his thick dick on my clit. As I felt it drag back and forth across me, it was the most amazing stimulation I'd ever had in my life. My hips took over, and I ground against the head of his dick. We were both lost in the sensations. I ground hard against it. He was getting harder. It was such a hot thought. I was definitely getting wetter. It wasn't just the spray of the shower streaming down my thighs.

My mind wandered to when I stepped in too close. How erotic! I was mere inches from breaking my own 'no sex' rule and popping my own cherry. The thought turned me on so much. I dwelled on it. I held on to that image, every moment of it. The sensation I felt as his head split my entrance. The very hard and very noticeable pulse from the way it throbbed in between my lips.

I even relived my immediate reaction. Not 'stepping back and pulling away', but before that. The instant speed that my pussy went from wet to soaked. All of that combined, and I could feel my orgasm building up again. I continued dwelling on the thought. I ground harder against his dick. The pressure against my clit was driving me closer to orgasm. I devoted more of my thought to that earlier moment. It

almost

went in. I could feel it. I concentrated on it harder. I could actually feel it entering me. I snapped back to the present. I really

could

feel it. I was grinding too hard!

Every time I pushed my hips forward, I was pushing too far. The head of his dick was starting to enter my dripping wet pussy, and I could feel my entrance opening to receive him. It felt so good, for both of us. I had an inner debate about what I should do. I didn't stop while I discussed it with myself. I gave myself three options. I could stop, because this was definitely heading somewhere. I could just keep going. My orgasm was very close, and I could probably cum before it got too far. Or, I could just go all the way. Push farther forward, slide my pussy onto his thick dick, and finally get the pleasure I'd denied myself my whole life.

Then I looked down at him. I remembered what kind of guy he is. So far, he'd being very gentlemanly and let me decide what I wanted to do without thrusting forward and taking that choice from me. I knew it wouldn't last though. For a second, I considered letting him, and the thought excited me. A new gush of wetness poured down my thighs. In the end, though, I felt much too vulnerable and stepped away again. I looked down and saw the thick, throbbing head of his dick with a nice coat of juice from my pussy. It sent electricity coursing through me.

"I'm not comfortable with this. We need to slow down." Then I said, "I'm worried if we keep going like that, we'll be fucking before I can say 'no'."

"I understand. What way would make you more comfortable?" he questioned.

I turned around and backed towards him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me, and his hands found my tits and clit again. They wasted no time going to work. Then I reached down between my legs, grabbed his fat dick, and pointed it

away

from my pussy. Admittedly, I didn't like this way nearly as much as the other way, but I also knew that other way was heading down a one-way road.

I also had to admit I really enjoyed having his cock in my hands. Before coming to see him, I'd only ever had one other penis in my hand. Back when I was much younger, half the age I am now, I had a job at a fast food place. After I'd been given a replacement shirt for my worn out shirt, a much tighter shirt, I started receiving a lot more attention from a couple of the slightly older guys working there. They'd gotten so aggressive and bold in their 'attention' that they'd started following me into the walk-in fridge. I had to endure groping and being dry-humped. Over time, they even started reaching into my pants and under my shirt whenever they had the chance. Finally, after weeks of build up, one of them cornered me in there and exposed himself. Shocked, I offered little resistance as he grabbed my wrist and moved my hand to it. By the wrist, he made me jerk his dick in the walk-in. He grunted as he got closer and closer. He didn't finish. We were interrupted by the manager. That close call must have been enough to stop them, because it didn't continue after that.

Now, I had this dick in my hand, and it was so much different. Fast food guy from my past was below average, not much girth to speak off. The one I was holding now was much more substantial. It was big. It seemed more than double the length of my former coworker. But, it wasn't just longer. It was very thick, also. I'd seen it in plenty of pictures, even in videos, of his. I'd even been playing with it throughout the day, too. It still amazed me. It wasn't just bigger than my walk-in freezer guy, but heavier, too. Back in that walk-in closet, I never thought about letting it go further. Here in the shower, with his much bigger, and better dick, I'd considered it a couple of times in this shower, and I was fighting against that thought again. In addition, compared to the other, his dick felt powerful. I laughed inside at the thought. "A powerful dick." I was definitely feeling a power, though. I kept stroking him. It responded to all of my touches, to my caresses. Then I realized it. I had the power. I felt in control and safe.

I let my mind wander back to my thought before. Back to the thought I was fixated on when I was close to cumming. The thought I was thinking before I had to deny myself the orgasm I desperately wanted. I thought about stepping too close again. I imagined how I nearly de-flowered myself, and it wasn't working. It was such a hot thought before. It

still

was a hot thought. It just wasn't effective like it was before. It wasn't eliciting the same reaction.

Then it hit me! I didn't only have that memory. There were more! I'd just spent countless times using my hips to push my pussy onto the head of his throbbing cock. I could feel a gush of wetness flood my pussy as that thought crossed my mind. That was it! That was the thought that would take me there! I replayed it in my mind, over and over. Feeling his dick pull across my clit, and then changing the direction of my hips and feeling it push over my clit before shoving its way back into my pussy. Then I'd dislodge it and grind my clit over it again before repeating the process, and each time more of his head would find itself in my pussy. I remembered the way it felt as my pussy opened allowing more of him in. The head causing my muscles to relax and open me more.

More than anything, I remembered the way my juices coated the head of his dick. I did that! I soaked his dick. The way it looked, it must have been trickling down his dick and into his hand. I must've left a stream running down his dick the same way I was streaming down my own leg now.

I shuttered as my approaching orgasm grew stronger. I needed more to take me the rest of the way. I pretended it went deeper than it did. I imagined I could feel his whole head pushing inside my pussy. I could even squeeze it as it forced its way in. None of that actually happened, but it was getting me closer to orgasm. His fingers stimulating my clit were making sure of that. I braced myself as I expected a tidal wave of orgasm to crash into my body.

I needed to keep going to get the rest of the way there. I thought about him thrusting his hips forward, giving me more of his dick than I anticipated. I imagined us maintaining a rhythm, inching more and more inside me. It was cumming soon. Nothing could stop it now. In my mind, I thought of how I wantonly orgasmed all over his big, hard dick.

Suddenly, he shifted his hands to my waist and pulled me straight down. The sudden invasion of all nine and a half inches of his dick filling my sensitive pussy knocked the breath out of me, and my pussy squeezed tightly around it. I didn't even realize I'd let go of it when I braced myself in preparation of my orgasm. That orgasm was

still

coming, and I knew if I didn't get off his dick now, my orgasm was going to convince me to keep going and spend the rest of the shower getting fucked, the one thing I didn't want to do.

I put my feet under me and began to stand back up. Even though I was getting off of his throbbing, rock-hard cock, I couldn't help but savor the feeling of a man's big dick sliding inside my (no longer) virgin pussy. The stimulation was overwhelming. I got most of the way off of his dick, but he wasn't going to let me go that easily. He'd been waiting years to have me wrapped tightly around his dick. I wasn't going to get away. He moved his hands to my shoulders and pulled me back down hard. My wobbly, pre-orgasm legs weren't strong enough. I fall back down on his lap, effectively fucking his huge dick hard and deep inside my pussy again.

The sensation was sublime. It was too much. I finally gave him the satisfaction he'd been telling me he'd wanted from me for years.

Up until this point, I'd been vocalizing, sometimes louder than others. This time, I had no control on the pitch or the volume of my voice at all. Very loudly, I moaned as my orgasm ripped through my body. I'd always imagined it would be hot when I finally came on a guy's cock, and this didn't disappoint. My body writhed as waves of pleasure rippled through me. Every time I moaned, my body accompanied it with a convulsing abdominal crunch, and, much to his delight, a very tight squeezing pulse from my pussy.

Sitting underneath me, he couldn't slam my pussy through my orgasm the way he always said he would, but he did move his hips, fucking in and out of me, increasing the intensity and prolonging the duration of my climax. I was overwhelmed, but I couldn't do anything other than continue cumming on the cock buried in my pussy. I came for what felt like minutes, and I didn't know which of us was enjoying it more, but we both savored it.

As my orgasm subsided, I brought my hands up to his as they caressed my body. Our hands went down my body over my abdomen and back up and over my tits. As our hands came up, I caught a glimpse of my right hand. It was absolutely soaked. I didn't even realize I was rubbing my clit through my orgasm. I couldn't believe I'd came so hard. It was disorienting. I felt light-headed, but very satisfied.

He eased me onto my wobbly feet and changed places with me, leaving me sitting on the ledge and him standing above me. I looked up at him and saw the water rolling down his body. I couldn't help but feel like I was seeing him differently. Sure, I liked him before. I even liked him a lot, but now it was more. I lusted for him before, too. However, it was so much more, now. I could only describe it as a bond. Us sharing my orgasm, the pleasure exchanged between us, the intimacy. There was a bond there that wasn't there before. My eyes trailed does his body. I saw his dick, still hard and throbbing. I could see the mess I'd made on it, and I was proud. As badly as he wanted me all over his dick, I equally wanted to leave a wet mess all over his big, beautiful cock. I admired my work. I'm a little disappointed that the splash of the water coming over his shoulders was slowly washing away the evidence of my conquest, but my disappointment didn't last long.

He pushed my legs apart and grabbed the base of his big dick. He was going to fuck me, and I

still

hadn't given him consent. At this point, I felt it was academic. What's the point of giving consent to a man

after

I just came all over his dick? But, there was a principle to the matter! In the end, it didn't matter. I didn't decide whether to give consent, but I also didn't protest. His head pressed against my pussy, and I didn't say anything as he entered me again. We both groaned as he sank deep inside me. We both felt the connection between us deepen.

I noticed that even though I was pulled down on hard on his dick before, this is a completely different kind of hard. When I was pulled down from behind, my thighs and my butt absorbed a bit of the impact. But, laying back with my legs wide open, there was nothing to help take the impact of a big dick slamming inside my tight pussy. Also, when I was pulled down on his lap, it limited how much he could move to fuck me. Positioned between my legs, he had far greater range of motion. I was getting long, deep, and hard strokes. I was getting

fucked

, and there's no other way for me to describe it. I loved it. I craved the feeling of being pounded. I held on to his arms, and we locked eyes. We saw the same primal instinct reflected in each others eyes. We had a want, a need we were satisfying in each other. I gazed down at his big dick. I was amazed that all nine and a half inches disappeared into my tight pussy. I found the sight beyond erotic. My pussy opened on each pounding stroke in, and squeezed tightly on each withdrawing stroke out.