[MF] A Birthday Gift from Diane

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It was winter break during the Junior year of college and a good friend of mine wanted to give me a particularly wild 21st birthday present – a decision she came to at 2 am after a night of studying and drinking.

I had known her for a while – always considered her cute, but I was reticent to cross a line. I knew she was involved with a guy in a long distance manner, but she was always nebulous about that. I’ve always been comfortable with my friends and Diane was no exception. In those hormone filled days I knew far too much about her and she knew far too much about me.

Physically most people noted her height first, a 4’8″ she insisted was 4’9″. She had and has a round friendly face, big wide almond eyes, and beautiful black hair that she had past shoulder length at the time. Her background was Filipino and she wasn’t shy about pointing out her Filipino hips or ass. While I do not know if that meets a specific type, I do have remarkably fond memories of her heart-shaped behind.

We made our way back to my dorm room, thankfully a private setup with no roommate; benefit of being a junior I presume. It was as you might imagine quite typical – single large double casement window, long twin bed with cheap but comfortable comforter, and a desk with far too many electronics carefully strewn across it. Diane had a plush purple woolen pea coat on wrapped over a pair of hip hugging jeans and a peasant type blouse. All of that quickly came off and I was left seeing a beautiful woman with small but pert chest, rounded stomach, and ample hips clad in a lacy lime green Demi-cup bra and equally lacy panties. I smirked at the distinct bareness of the region barely hidden though the gauze of the nearly thong cut clothing.

I admit it was nervous as she began to pull at my belt. It wasn’t my first time but it was my first in a while. Usually I had a bit of bravado. I am well endowed, generously so. I was naive to the fact that body size and what works physically with the assistance of lubrication and foreplay are not connected. So I say to her “Diana I think you should know that I’m quite big” in the perhaps the most nervous way I could. I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t want to scare her off. Having experienced at least one woman leaving after I dropped my pants with the declaration that she had left her stove on, my mind tended to race to the worst case scenario. So it was a bit of a jolt when she said, “Yep, I know.” She gave me a sweet smile that had a bit of aggressiveness, despite her being the one kneeling at the side of the bed in front of my legs.

“Wait wait how do you know?” I probed feeling a bit like Clark Kent suddenly realizing that the glasses fooled no one. After a particular incident involving a bulge and an ill-fitting pair of jeans at age 15 I was always circumspect about my boxer short and slacks choices. I thought I was adequately covered and free from genital unmasking.

“Sandra told me last week that you felt big.” Ah yes, Sandra. A woman I dated for a week in November. Sandra whom I never did pull my pants off for but I did quite aggressively make out with. Sandra whom I forgot that Diane knew.

Suddenly less nervous I shimmied my ass up letting Diane pull my jeans down.

Diane let me pull my cock out of my boxers, looking quite pleased with herself. She had an amazing ability to look innocent while performing erotic acts. Maybe it was the height, maybe it was her always looking preternaturally younger than she actually was, but she see saw it when I involuntarily twitched in front of her. Boldly I asked “you like?”

Diane was thoughtful for a moment, seeming to inspect it, and said “Nice size. Don’t worry I’m a small girl but this should work just fine.”

In a line that at the time came across as smooth in my mind but seems now like it’s out of a poorly written porno I croaked “I’m not completely hard”. She gave me a look “dude your shitting me” and after sliding one of her small hands around it and squeezing “you’re not shitting me, fuck”. And my ego grew three sizes.

Disengaging her from my member I stood up, and lifted her onto the bed. With the usual set of nods and glances I pulled her bra off. Her dark nipples stood out from the half domes of her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth and the rest of the same breast in my hand and rolled my tongue over it. I began to suck on it in earnest. She moaned softly and I felt her hands pushing my other arm downward. She arched her bottom as I pushed her panties to the side. Looking upward for approval I slid a finger over her clit and then inside her. She was slicker than any prior partner of mine. She felt like she could make the entire bed damp if she so desired. She murmured as I continued with both my lips and my hands.

Diane soon shuddered against my hand, and lay there quietly elated and elbowed me over. She was drew me onto my back. Her body emplaced between my legs she smiled again returning my grin. “Oh don’t be so pleased with yourself. That one has been pending for a long time. You’re going to have to work for the next one.” I opened my mouth and said “is that…” and she shushed me.

“Sorry, but I rather not you accidentally talk me out of this.” She gulped. It was clear to me just how small she was. If I hadn’t been drinking with her just barely over an hour before I perhaps would have recoiled a bit at how young she looked. I didn’t and somehow I didn’t break the spell. She blurted out less an a breath after her last sentence “Are you clean and tested?” I nodded. “You? I have condoms…” I trailed off. “I’m on the pill and yes” she stated, shaking herself after. I leaned forward and kissed her. She smiled. Her lips were soft.

“Lay back” she went as she pushed on my shoulder so I would stay down. She slid my boxers off. Now exposed to her, I was rapidly hardening. She placed one of her hands on my shaft, and then a second hand, seemingly studying it. She placed her lips over my wide head. She cradled it with her tongue. Rapidly pumping me, I was leaking pre-cum. She then began to make her way down. I’ve only had one other partner take me in their mouth deeply. I never ask for it or expect it. It makes me treasure Diane’s oral performance whenever I think about it. She caressed and cajoled my cock until her nose was nuzzling close to the tuft of brown hair my shaft terminated at. It was heavenly. She would flex and bob whenever I started getting close. She continued like this for 15 minutes until she *allowed* me to release.

Bobbing her head up, I could see her swallowing. She just kept suckling through my intense orgasm. She licked her lips and curled up next to me. She lazily stroked my temporarily depleted cock. She breathed into my ear “fuck”, like the word explained the entire meaning of human existence.
I wanted to ask her so many questions. In the days after I would have answers. No, she didn’t have a gag reflex. Yes she enjoyed performing oral. Yes I was far larger than any man she had performed that on. For that moment, I was happy to enjoy her presence; it felt like it was the first time I had engaged in a sex act truly like an adult. I pushed myself to be just as giving as she was.

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I found my head between her legs. I had no idea what I was doing, but she seemed to like it. She was slick and bare and slippery. She smelled like baby powder and lavender. Her slit was the same muted brown as her nipples, the folds terminating in a larger than expected clit. A clit that I was now teasing until she came to the orgasmic edge. As she came closer and closer she began pushing up, making her thighs gyrate.

Diane whispered out “Don’t fucking stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” As she braced her elbows on the bedspread and brought her legs wide she began to moan at full volume – loud enough that I was sure the entire dorm could hear. I did find out later that my good natured 6’8″ neighbor from Sweden had raised an eyebrow at this point. This counted as quite a reaction from him.

Meanwhile, a wet spot hadn’t just formed, I had become one with the wet spot. Her final few moans turned into light giggling as she looked down at me. I gave her a hungry stare.

My cock was leaking pre-cum at a crazed rate. I had stiffened to nearly full mast. After some awkward shifting of bed linens, and towels she pulled me close to her. This time she looked at me with a degree of ferocity. “Put that cock in me.” I motioned to some condoms. She shook her head. She pulled my member between her legs.

At first I was content to let my head tease her clit and slit. She was startlingly wet. The juxtaposition of her tiny torso and my thick cock just made me harder still. I slid in slowly.

An “unf” bubbled out of her. She pushed her hips up at me, and I kept sliding. The ridge behind my head was swallowed by her lips as I pressed forward. I could feel her pelvic muscles pushing against me in resistance. It felt good and right.

As I moved further in she dug her fingernails into my back. I could see here tearing up, but she goaded me to keep going. She repeated “it’s so big” not as generic porn ego stroking, but as a mantra.

My head finally found her g-spot and it was deep, but I wanted to go deeper. Lifting her ass up in my hands, I took advantage of the fact that she was so small. I angled down and found my prize. Every woman has different anatomy, but I was glad at that moment that Diane had an easily accessible posterior fornix.

Diane had a crashing orgasm as soon as I entered that area. With her pulled up in my arms I could feel and *see* each pulse and contraction of her pelvis. I felt a warm stream trickle over my groin, her wetness overflowing onto me.

I began to pump in and out of her in earnest. It was hypnotic seeing her tiny body taking my entire length. Knowing what she had done with her throat, it made me wonder if she was hollow. I suddenly found myself getting even stiffer when I saw that I actually could see the bulge my thrusting cock was making inside her. I took Diane’s hand and placed it over it, here eyes going wide.

My pace quickening I began to feel a pulsing around my cock. I smile at Diane “is that you squeezing?” She barely squeaked out “yes…it’s hard to do”. As if on cue, I felt a familiar warmness growing at the base of my shaft. Thrusting harder I suddenly lifted her ass higher as I rolled forward, putting more weight behind it as I dropped.

“Where do you want it?” I groaned. Too late…I pulled out with a wet pop, and began to produce rope after rope of cum. The first one flew across her pelvis, landing on her lower right breast and in a near streak across her hair. Continuing with each being progressively weaker, I created a trail from her neat pussy to her head. She laughed and giggled.

I handed her a towel, as I began softening, she batted me away while simultaneously kissing me. Diane motioned for me to get into my back and again she slipped that wonderful mouth of hers on my cock. I found myself soon again standing at attention. Diane then lowered herself on me. She suddenly had a twisted look and without thinking I lifted her off me. “Ok that was too deep, I couldn’t lift myself off, but doggy?” Kissing her again I moved her onto her knees. Finding her marginally easier to slide into in this position, I took my hand and gave her a big hard spank. She moaned.

“Again?” “Yes!”

Spank. Gripping her left thigh hard I began to bounce against her rear, sliding in as far as I could. Diane’s vocalizations were simply a mess of moans. Spank.

My arms cupping her breasts I began increasing my rate angling forward. Again Diane warmly orgasms around me. I look down at the mix of out fluids and I see red. I slow and tell her I see blood.

“Keep going you fucker. Don’t stop.” I kept going at her, my cock slick. I kept pounding away. Spanking subsided. Play subsided. All that mattered was finding my way deep inside this wonderful woman; someone whom was wonderfully unafraid of just how deep I would go. Again she orgasmed and gripped me hard. I couldn’t hold back. I came deep inside her, tickling her insides and leading to another mini-orgasm for her. I let my cock wag and twitch trying to use my pelvic muscles to eek out the last little bit of motion. Finally, I dropped. I was spent.

Out of Diane leaked an uncomfortable mixture of our fluids and a worrying streak of red. (Later we would find out that she gets microtears even when well lubricated. Her gynecologist was reassuring.)

We both cleared ourselves up, Diane emerging from my room to give my stoic neighbor a full view of her behind. We rested next to each other that night and took to each other again in the morning. More gently that time.

Diane texted me the next day:

You motherfucker. I can’t walk and I can’t sit down.
Are you free next week? :-*

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