Short Story about the Longest [F/M]

Happy weekend lovelies. Here's a short story about the longest cock I've encountered.

One summer (why do all my best stories take place during summer?) a friend of a friend contacted me about recently moving to town and whether I could show him around. I was studying for a huge exam at the time but figured I could use an afternoon off and pretend to be a tourist in my own town. I knew nothing about this person other than that he was close to my age and very clever on the phone. I was swamped with studying but agreed to take an afternoon to show him the sights as a friendly gesture and a mental break for me. Over the phone I grew to suspect we didn't have much in common though – he seemed a bit flashy, a name dropper, intrigued by the club scene. But whatever – it was just an afternoon of sight seeing and I could use the break.

I picked him up and was instantly more interested. Really tall, lean, long-ish hair, torn jeans. I could work with this. He thankfully showed interest in some of the less tourist-trap spots so we made a day of walking, talking, engaging random shopkeepers in conversation, etc. I was fresh out of a short relationship, studying almost 12 hours a day, with no romantic interest whatsoever in anything but passing my exam. I suppose we flirted a bit (I can't help it) but nothing overt, nothing sexual. At least I didn't notice.

The afternoon turned into an evening because we were having a good time. After some food and drinks we went on a walk and were taking in a gorgeous view from a lifeguard tower on the beach, standing side by side still chatting about nothing in particular. Despite the setting I still didn't think anything was going to take place. I'm not dense, I just wasn't reading this guy the right way. He was apparently reading whatever I was giving off though.

I mentioned that I should drop him off soon and he said no, let's go to your place. Silly me, out loud, "what are we going to do at my place?" To which his response was to turn, slam me against the wall, and nearly violently start kissing me. His tongue was everywhere in a sloppy, rough kiss that took my breath away. In my mind he was taking a real risk, I could have screamed or run off, left him stranded, but in his I'd somehow been asking for this all day. He told me so, "I can see it all over you, how bad you want this, it's been hard to keep my hands off you." Maybe I had subconsciously been asking for it. I certainly wasn't upset about it now.

It devolved into a messy tangle of "I want you so bad right now" and "I should take you right here you dirty little girl." Now I was wet, yearning, and his. We almost did it there and then on the lifeguard tower. I reached to get a sneak peak of the hardness that was pressed against my stomach (he was TALL) and remember being taken aback – that was a first. What was this monstrosity? I needed to see for myself. Hmmm…quick drive home.

I wasn't looking for a one night stand or to fuck a guy the first time we'd met (ok, if you've read my other stuff you know I've done that, but at this point in my life I was trying to be more proper, contain my self-control). Suddenly I was too hungry and curious to care though. I had to see this cock, if only for anecdotal research haha.

We got to my place, tore our clothes off in an impatient tussle, and I encountered the biggest dick I'd ever had the pleasure of in person. It actually gave me pause for a moment. This was a porn star dick – longer than could possibly be comfortable. Throbbing before me like a literal elephant in the room. I think I laughingly said "now what am I going to do with THAT?"

Of course, I knew what to do. I began licking, sucking, cock worshipping away. He was flat on my bed and I was kneeling on the floor. I can deep throat, but this…this was a task. I couldn't fit the entire thing back. It felt like there was always more I couldn't get to even when I was full.

Perhaps growing tired of my attempts (or being used to girls not being able to swallow the whole thing), he reached, grabbed me, threw me on the bed and announced that I needed to get fucked, that it was all over my face all day, and he would make it all better. Gentlemen – saying something like that is better foreplay than anything you can do with your body.

He roughly grabbed my face in one hand, squeezing my cheeks and lips in his grip, and directed his cock with the other. I was putty by then of course, just in awe that the universe had smiled upon me after weeks of books and lectures and boredom.

It was nearly too big for comfort, but a change of position helped. In doggy style he pulled my hair like a reign, wrapping it around his wrist for a better hold. I arched my back and cried out in ecstasy, feeling my entire body give into this from my toes to the tip of my nose. He wrapped his long fingers around my throat with one hand (a light kink I've craved ever since that moment), grabbed my swaying breasts for a grip with the other hand while he mercilessly pounded away at my pussy. I started to cum and couldn't stop – a rare feat for a first time session with someone. I was lost in waves of lust and shock (I hadn't expected to like this quite this much).

Eventually we collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted heap and took a sweet nap before I took him home. I remember being so deliciously sore the next day. It was hard to focus on lectures when my mind kept going back to being used like a dirty little cock crazed slut.

We saw each other a few more times that summer but grew distant. We never would have worked out as anything but friends anyway. I'm glad he opened me up (insert pun here) to some new things though.

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