I lost my virginity to my school girlfriend. Both of us were entirely inexperienced, and when I was a kid the computer was in the family living room so I’d never seen porn, so I had no idea clue whether my cock was big or not. I remember it used to worry me – I’d be in bed, stroking myself with both hands and wondering if I would be big enough to satisfy a woman. That thought is stupid on so many levels, but hey, I was a teenager.
My cousin Sarah is fifteen years older than me, and when I was eighteen she got married to her long time boyfriend with the amount of ceremony that usually is reserved for royalty or the daughter of a mob boss. Her parents booked every room at a beautiful country house hotel, including both their function suites. The cake had so many layers they had to inform a nearby airport about the risk to low flying planes.
Sarah’s maid of honour was a friend of hers from university, a girl tall and slender in a way that only emphasised my cousin’s slight dumpiness, with thick black hair so lustrous it looked almost oiled, which had for the wedding been styled into tumbling ringlets that framed her high-cheek bones and the smooth taper of her jaw. She had no date for the wedding, somehow, though I later found out she’d just found her long term boyfriend in bed with a less close than she had thought friend. Her eyes were almost turquoise, she had a cute button nose and a cupid’s bow of a mouth done up with nude lipstick. She was a couple of years younger than Sarah, I think – perhaps just turning thirty. Her name was Chloe.
The wedding went as smoothly as something of that scale can – a few family members who hadn’t seen each other in years revived old grudges and stirred their rancour, a few mistakes were made with food and photographs, but nothing notable disturbed the ceremony. It was mid afternoon and the band were playing. I had been an usher, and since I was the only family usher, Chloe asked me to dance. I could smell the booze on her breath when she asked me, smelled it on her skin when she pulled me onto the floor.
I was fairly shy then, and I had my hands on her hips quite tentatively. Chloe’s slender hands grabbed me just above my butt and pulled me hard into her. “When you dance with a girl,” she told me, “she has to know you’re there, chum.” We were doing a slowish waltz.
Her dress was a purple whose depth was only matched by that of her décolletage. When she pulled me into her I felt her breasts press against me and squish delectably against my chest. They swelled up in two great mounds, a great creamy expanse of cleavage and I could see a hint of her black lace bra rising from the edge of the dress. Was that a shadow, where her breasts met the cup of the bra or a hint of areola? I was so entranced I didn’t realise I was staring until I realised I was fully erect and my cock was grinding into Chloe’s hip.
“Bloody hell,” she said, and I immediately apologised. “Nah, don’t worry,” she said. “Just try to think unsexy thoughts, alright? People are going to notice that rager if it’s not gone before the dance stops.” I tried, but all I could think about was how soft the skin of her arms felt in my hands, and how she smelled so sweet and inviting. Chloe subtly bumped me with her hips. She whispered in my ear. “Come on, buddy. Imagine your aunt over there. Imagine your uncle chowing down on her hairy gray pussy. Imagine her wrinkle tits swaying as he fucks her.” It took a while, but eventually it helped, and I sat down without embarrassing myself further.
Late in the afternoon, just before dinner, my cousin and her new husband were leaving for their honeymoon, and my aunt was angry at the photographer for some imagined incompetence. She gave me a camcorder and demanded I head up to one of the first floor bedrooms, to video the departure from a location that would “emphasise the grandeur.” Perhaps I should have refused, but my mum was giving me a glare, so I agreed.
I set up by the window, camera pointing down on the tripod, recording when I heard the door open behind me. “Hey,” said Chloe. I put the camera down and turned. Her eyes seemed to glow with some internal focus.
“Is Satah wanting…” I began but she was heading towards me even before I spoke and she took my face in her hands and planted her lips on mine. She tasted of drink and of sweet breath. Her tongue thrust violently into my mouth and rammed against mine.
She pushed me against the wall and kissed me furiously. Her hands fumbled over my body until she grasped and unzipped my fly, tugging desperately to try to get my cock out. “Jesus,” she said. “How big are you?”
“I, um,” I stuttered eloquently, and she knelt and fully undid my trousers, which tumbled down around my ankles. She stumbled a bit, clearly at least a little tipsy. “Are you sure…” I began, as her fingers slipped inside the edges of my boxers.
“Shh,” she told me. “Let Chloe unwrap her present.”
She pulled the boxers down slowly, keeping the fabric hard against my cock so it couldn’t spring up. She revealed inch after inch, and as it kept coming she began involuntarily to emit a low, throaty moan. Finally I sprang free, and she gasped. She cradled my balls in one hand, and ran the other slowly up my shaft, from the base, trailing her fingers over the thick vein that runs along the top of my cock, then tracing around the huge, swollen crown. My foreskin was pulled back to reveal the whole head. “My god,” she said.
“What?” I said. Despite circumstances, I felt a swell of nervousness. “Is it… is it too small?”
“Honey, are you kidding?” She stroked my shaft in long, slow, smooth gestures. “You’re colossal. Way bigger than anyone I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” She ran her tongue up the edge of my shaft, twirled it around the head, and shivers ran through my body so strongly that my legs trembled.
“When I felt you against me when we danced,” she said, planting slow kisses around my pubic mound while she stroked me, “I knew you were big, but I had no idea…” She swallowed the head of my cock, and sucked hard. Her tongue traced over me and then she pulled her mouth off me with a pop. “I’ve been sopping wet since then,” she said.
I tried to reach down to feel, but she stopped me. “Not yet,” she said. I settled for slipping my hand inside the top of her dress and feeling her breasts. Her nipples were like diamonds. “I want to see how much of you I can swallow,” she told me. “Then we can do other stuff.”
“I guess that’s fine,” I said.
“Funny,” she said, and before I could respond she thrust her mouth down on me. She got about a third of the way down before she began to gag. Her lips were going white from straining around the shaft of my cock, and drool was seeping out. Her eyes were closed and her face winced with effort. She finally admitted defeat. “My god,” she said. “You’re going to make a lot of women very happy with this monster.”
“Maybe you could let me make you happy?” I asked, as politely as I could.
She stood and kissed me again, and this time she didn’t stop me when I slipped my hands up her legs and onto her panties. They were soaked through. I edged her back towards the bed. “How do you get this off?” I asked her. She smirked and turned.
“Zip,” she instructed. I slid the zipper down slowly, and the dress peeled away like snake skin. Her back was flawless and toned, and she wore a pair of black thong panties, in a lacy fabric that dwelled briefly over the swell of her big butt before disappearing into her cleft. Her breasts were barely contained by a matching bra. This clasped at the front, and when I undid it her gorgeous breasts spilled out, standing firm and just spreading slightly wide from their sheer size. Her nipples were a pale, dusty pink, surrounded by areolae of the same colour. I fell to them, sucking her nipples into my mouth and nibbling gently, working on them with my tongue. She moaned and pulled my head against her.
I realised I was miming fucking her, grinding my cock against her legs, but I couldn’t stop. Her body felt so good. She smelled glorious and her taste intoxicated me. I pulled down her panties. Her pussy was completely shaved, and her cunt lips were a darkish shade of brown, slick with her arousal and parted. Her clit bulged. I planted my mouth on her mound, kissing and licking with little skill but a lot of enthusiasm. As I suckled her clit and slipped fingers into the hot wetness of her, she gasped.
“No boy,” she said. “I want to come on your big dick.” She rolled me over on the bed and straddled me. Her breasts hung pendulous and I took one in each hand and stroked. She took my cock and slid it up and down her pussy lips, getting it slick with her arousal. Then she placed the head against her labia and bore down. She had to bite her lip and force a frightening amount of weight upon my cock before finally her cunt parted around it and I began to enter her. “Oh fuck,” she said. “Oh fuck.” She began to take all of me, slowly, agonisingly, and before she could stop me I took her ass in my hands and pulled her down on me with one, sharp thrust, rising up to meet her. My cock slammed home into her.
“Oh god,” she gasped. Her hand tightened around my shoulder, her nails digging into me. I could feel her muscles ripple. “Oh god, I just came already,” she said.
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” I asked her.
She gasped for breath and laughed at the same time. “You’re lucky you have a huge cock,” she said. “Because you’re not funny.”
She may have come, but I hadn’t and she could feel me moving under her, almost frantic with my need to fuck her. She began to ride me slowly, long strokes that took my cock deep inside her and then out so that only perhaps half my head was still inside. Her rhythm was powerful and perfect, like the ocean on rock. We were both panting and gasping, and I could feel myself beginning to come. My hands clenched on her butt.
“Not yet,” she said. “Just a few moment more. I’m so close.”
I don’t know how, but I held off, and when I felt her come again, where her back arched back and her breasts thrust towards me and my thumbs dandled over her nipples and she screamed to the ceiling her satisfaction, I finally let myself go, flooding her cunt with my come.
(In my defence, she was at least ten years older than me, so I figure protection should have been more on her mind than mine.)
We lay in bed for about half an hour before we were both settled enough to go back to the wedding, and we met again that night for another session. The rest of the wedding was awkward for me, though, given that I’d not stopped the camera when Chloe entered the room and our entire encounter had been recorded. Fortunately it had pointed the wrong way, so all that got captured was the audio, but still – my aunt wasn’t happy when I gave her back a camera with no memory card.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/by7cly/finding_out_mf