The months following Harry’s cuckolding and humiliation of Sarah’s boyfriend, Mike, saw a change in his relationships. While he was still fucking Wendy, it became less frequent. He explained this to her by saying he had to concentrate on his Uni work. She chose to believe him, rather than facing up to the possibility that he might be losing interest and turning his attention to other women.

Harry, meanwhile, continued his relationship with Sarah but started to spend time with Caroline. He loved the challenge of seduction, and the possibility that she might be a virgin made it doubly enticing.

Following his initial introduction to her by Sarah, he spent hours in the Uni canteen just so that he could meet her and chat. He was careful not to push himself forward. He wanted her to feel safe, relaxed and at ease with him. Over a period of several weeks, he got to know her background, what she liked and disliked, and what she wanted out of life. He didn’t talk much, but listened very well, encouraging her to talk.

Caroline was surprised at how courteous and understanding Harry was, quite unlike his reputation. Gradually, she came to look forward to meeting him in the canteen and spending time discussing all manner of things.

As the weeks passed, Harry started to be tactile, sometimes putting a hand on her forearm or giving her a hug. It all seemed very natural at the time, and she did the same to him. Gradually, the touches changed, with Harry stroking her forearm, and the back of her hand and fingers. Caroline enjoyed his touch. It made her feel good.

Harry also started to change the conversation. Slowly, over the period of a few weeks, he turned the conversation more personal, starting to talk about personal relationships, personal feelings, and eventually sex.

Caroline did not find this worrying. She liked Harry very much and felt completely safe with him, so she opened up about her personal feelings. As she did so, she began to realise that she was attracted to him. She started to notice him physically, his good looks, his physique, and his masculinity. She also started feeling little vibrations in her stomach and groin when they were together.

She told Harry that she’d had a number of boyfriends, but that she’d never had sex with any of them. She wanted to keep herself pure for the man she would marry. She had allowed some of them to fondle her breasts, but that was all. She would not allow any of them anywhere near her pussy. She had seen some cocks and touched them, but that was all.

Harry was delighted. She was truly virginal. His cock would be the first that she would feel inside her vagina, the first that would ejaculate inside her and fill her with semen, the first to make her climax. She would never forget him, and her cunt would always be his.

All of that was worth the time it was taking, but Harry was feeling frustrated. Even though he was fucking Wendy and Sarah quite regularly, his desire for a fresh cunt started to occupy his thoughts, and his focus fell on Sarah’s friend, Jo.

He remembered that Jo had shown some interest in him when he first met her, Caroline and Stacy. She was a small woman, not even 5 feet tall, with long, blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a broad mouth. She had a fairly large bust that was accentuated by her tiny waist, and couldn’t have weighed more than 90 pounds.

He imagined lifting her up and skewering her little frame with his large cock, her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her in his arms, then laying her onto the bed and fucking her mercilessly, her tiny body bouncing around under his.

In the meantime, Caroline’s friends noticed that she was talking quite a lot about Harry. She seemed to mention him frequently. Consequently, they figured out that she had more than a passing interest in him.

“Have you slept with him yet?” Jo asked one day as they sat together in the Uni canteen.

“Oh, no. It’s not like that,” Caroline replied, “we’re proper friends.”

Jo laughed.

“Bullshit,” she said, “he wants to get into your pants, and I bet he does. Anyway, he’s a sexy guy. I wouldn’t say no to him.”

“Well, it’s not like that with us.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I spent some time with him?”

“Of course not,” Caroline replied, but she wasn’t being truthful. She had felt a twinge of jealousy at her friend’s words. But the die was cast. She had given her permission to Jo to be with Harry.

As fate would have it, Harry arrived in the canteen at just that moment. Spotting the two of them together, he walked over to the table and greeted them.

“Hello Caroline. Hello Jo,” he said, placing a hand on Caroline’s shoulder but staring into Jo’s eyes. She felt a flutter in her stomach as his green eyes seemed to bore into her soul, laying bare all of her secrets.

Harry noticed a flicker cross her face. He’d seen that before in girls that he had met, and knew that she was interested. He would look for her at the end of the Uni day.

“What are you girls talking about?”

“Oh, this and that,” Jo replied, “mainly how you guys are only after one thing.”

“Oh, really? And what might that be?”

“Who you can get into your bed next.”

“That’s most unfair,” Caroline said, “Harry’s not like that.”

“You see,” Harry said, smiling cheekily, “Caroline disagrees with you. We’re not all the same. Anyway, I must go. See you around, maybe at the pub later on.”

He turned around and left them.

“He is indeed very charming and well-mannered,” Jo said, “but I still think I’m right.”

“Well, perhaps you’ll change your mind if you get to know him,” Caroline responded.

Jo did not reply. She certainly intended to get to know him, but not in the way that Caroline meant. She would start by going to the pub after Uni and seeing if he was there too. If he was, he was probably interested.

Caroline also wanted to go to the pub, mainly to make sure that Jo didn’t get too close to Harry, but unfortunately, she was meeting her mother that evening.

She hoped that Harry would decide not to go, but that was not to be.

Harry turned up at around 5.30pm and saw that Jo was there, perched on a barstool with a glass of wine. He watched her for a while, seeing how she flirted with the male students crowding around her. Finally, he walked over and pushed his way through the crowd to stand in front of her.

“Hello Jo, are you OK?”

“Oh, hello Harry. I’m fine, thanks,” she replied, turning all her attention to him.

“Good. I just wanted to make sure you’re not being hassled.”

“Hey! Who do you think you are?” one of the students asked aggressively.

Harry turned around and stared at him. The guy was four inches shorter than Harry and fifty pounds lighter.

“I’m the man who’s going to make you learn some manners, sonny,” Harry said threateningly.

“Uh, no offence, buddy. We were just making conversation,” the guy replied, backing away.

“Well, make it somewhere else with someone else.”

With that, the crowd around Jo began to melt away and, before long, Harry was the only person left. He drew up a stool and sat facing her.

“Thank you, Harry,” she said, “but I was alright.”

“I know,” he replied, “but I wanted to talk with you privately.”

“Oh, really? Why’s that?”

“Let me get a drink, and I’ll tell you. What would you like? Your drink looks like it’s almost finished.”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having, thanks.”

Harry smiled and ordered two gin and tonics, telling the bartender to make them doubles. They arrived quickly, and Harry handed one to Jo, then picked up the other and held out his glass for her to touch with hers.

“To friendship,” he said, and they drank.

“What course are you doing?” he asked.

“A BA in sociology, and you?”

“Computing science. Are you enjoying it?”

“Yes.”

“Why? What’s good about it?”

And so he started to learn about her, as well as making her feel relaxed and talking about herself, pretty sure that she’d feel the effects of the alcohol quite quickly, given her size and weight.

He ordered another round once they’d finished the first and moved the conversation to become more personal and intimate, asking about her boyfriends and experiences with them. She answered his questions quite willingly while gazing into his eyes.

She could feel his knees pressing against hers as they spoke, and unwittingly put a hand on his thigh. Harry covered it with his own hand and smiled at her, then ran a finger over her lips.

“You’re an attractive woman, Jo, but you’re Caroline’s friend, and I think she would be upset if she knew we were talking like this.”

“Oh, no,” Jo answered quickly, “she told me it would be alright.”

“She might have said that, but do you believe it?”

“I suppose not,” Jo replied mournfully.

Harry looked at her, then put his other hand behind her head and kissed her, his lips slightly apart and brushing hers gently.

Jo closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her tongue licking his lips before probing between them to find his tongue and twirling around it.

Harry broke their kiss after a short while to look at her.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Ever since I met you, I’ve wanted to see if what I’d heard about you was true, so, yes, I’m sure.”

“Well then, perhaps we should continue this conversation in my room.”

Harry stood up and helped her off her stool, then escorted her out of the pub. They made an odd couple, a well-built, 6’ 2” man with a slight, 4’ 11” woman cuddling and kissing as they walked down the street.

His student accommodation was only a short walk away, so it wasn’t long before they were inside his room. Once inside, Harry wasted no time. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down on it on her back before climbing on to lie next to her, resting on his elbow and looking down at her face as he traced his fingers over the swell of her breasts where her nipples pushed up the material of her T-shirt.

Jo gave a faint sigh as she felt her areolae tighten and nipples engorge. This man’s touch was delicious. She also felt a rush of warmth in her crotch.

Harry leaned down and kissed her, his tongue separating her lips and searching for hers. She allowed it to enter her mouth, feeling it swirl around her tongue as their saliva mingled.

They kissed for a long time, nibbling, sucking, teasing, as Harry continued to fondle her breasts, squeezing and palpitating them before slowly sliding his hand down her front to ease her T-shirt out of her jeans and push his hand underneath to feel the smooth skin of her flat stomach. He rubbed a finger around her navel, then edged her T-shirt upwards with his wrist, pushing it up until it was above her breasts.

He broke their kiss to look at her.

She had large, full breasts, much larger than expected for such a slim figure, and was wearing a see-through flesh-coloured bra.

“You’ve got gorgeous tits,” he said, fondling them.

“Thank you,” she replied.

As he fondled her tits, Harry moved his hips closer, then lifted himself onto his knees and over to straddle her. He put his hands behind her back and unclipped her bra so that he could pull it off, then leaned down and licked around her areolae, first her left one, then the right, then back to the left to suck it into his mouth and flick his tongue over her nipple.

Jo put her hands on the sides of his head, holding it as he sucked, nibbled and licked his way around her tits. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the erotic feelings coursing through her body, her hips moving involuntarily.

Harry felt her movements beneath him and smiled inwardly. He moved his hands down to her waist, his hands brushing over her smooth skin. Her waist was so small that he felt he could almost encircle it with his hands.

He felt her hip bones, pressing his thumbs into the crease of her groin, then rubbed her abdomen, before loosening her belt and loosening the waistband of her jeans and unzipping the fly so that he could slip his hand inside them.

Jo lifted her hips up so that her jeans slipped down, making it easy for him.

He slid his hand underneath her panties, feeling her bush brush his skin as his fingers slid down to touch her clitoris.

“Aaah,” she gasped as his middle and index fingers pressed against her clitoral shaft, gripping it as they slid down to play with her labia. She was by now very wet. Her labia had unfurled, and her slit was quite open.

Harry stopped suckling her tits and sat back on his haunches, looking down at her face as his hand, still inside her panties, played with her cunt. He had his thumb on her clitoris and his fingers inside her entrance.

Jo had her eyes closed and a furrow on her forehead. She was breathing heavily as her head lolled from side to side and her hips made little fucking movements.

Harry played with her a little longer. She seemed to have a large clitoris, which felt quite thick. It was hard and extended when he withdrew his hand.

“Oh. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“All in good time. I want to see you properly first. You’ve still got half your clothes on.”

Jo sat up immediately and pulled off her jeans, followed by her panties, flinging them to the floor before tugging her T-shirt over her head and discarding that as well.

“There. Now what about you?”

Harry got off the bed and stood in front of her.

“You take off what you want.”

Jo moved to sit on the edge of the bed, then leaned forward and undid his belt, unfastened and unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his Jockey pants. She stared at him, her mouth open. She could see the outline of his thick shaft through the thin material and the bulge of his balls underneath, but what really shook her was the huge, purple head sticking out above the hem of his pants and dribbling precum down over them.

“Fuck me, that really is big,” she exclaimed, running her fingers up and down the shaft, then smearing his precum over his head before licking her fingers.

She pulled his pants down, and he stepped out of them, standing in front of her with his cock sticking up at a 45-degree angle, with his pendulous balls swinging gently underneath.

“Oh, I love these,” she said, cradling his sac and moving his testicles with her fingers.

She leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, her tongue lapping up the seemingly endless flow of precum. She grasped his shaft, but her tiny hand could only go around half of it. She jerked it, marvelling at its steel-like hardness encased in such soft skin.

She rubbed his bulging urethra with her finger, then ran her tongue up it and around his corona, making his cock jerk.

Harry watched her, fascinated. She was so tiny and innocent-looking, but clearly very experienced.

“Take off your shirt,” she said.

He took it off and threw it down.

She looked at his broad chest and muscular abdomen. He had typical male nipples, small and poking out, amidst a forest of curly black hair with a line down to his pubic hair. His arms were also very muscular and covered in black hair. She felt her slit gush.

“So, am I anything like the descriptions you’ve heard?”

“Oh, so much better,” she replied, “but also a hell of a lot bigger. That’s going to hurt.”

“No, it won’t. We just need to go slowly. You’ll adjust.”

“I bet that’s what you say to all your fucks.”

“Pretty much, so I know it works.”

“I’m not like the others. I’m small.”

“Yes, but very, very sexy.”

Harry leaned down and kissed her, gently and romantically. As he did so, he held her body against his, his arms wrapped around her, feeling her relax.

He broke their kiss and moved her into the middle of the bed and on her back, her knees bent, then climbed on and lay between her legs, his head buried in her bush, and began to lick her cunt.

He licked up and down her labia, parting them with his tongue and sucking them between his lips. He licked around her clitoral shaft, his tongue nudging it, before sucking it between his lips and flicking his tongue over the tip. He inhaled her scent of arousal, nudging her clitoris with his nose.

He licked at the entrance to her vagina, his tongue running around the hole before poking inside and trying to lick her vaginal walls. He licked beneath her gash, lapping up the fluids that were pouring out of her and running down her crack.

As he licked her cunt he held her tits in his hands, squeezing and palpitating them, rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, pulling her tits by her nipples.

Jo was beside herself. She flung her head from side to side and wailed. She thrust her hips up, forcing her groin into his face, trying to get some of him into her passage. The bed was sopping wet with her fluids.

Then, suddenly, Harry stopped. He straightened up and moved to lie down on his back next to her. His cock flat against his abdomen.

“Get on top of me and rub my cock with your cunt.”

Jo sat up and moved to straddle him. She sat down over his groin, her labia pressed onto his shaft, parted by its shape so that there was a lip on each side. She started sliding back and forth, her fluids providing the lubrication.

Harry held her by her hips, guiding her movements. He pulled her forward so that her clitoris rubbed against his large head, then moved her back so that the broad base of his shaft would open up her labia.

After several minutes, Harry lifted her up slightly and flexed his pelvic muscles so that his cock stood up from his abdomen, then moved her so that his head notched into her crack, pressing at her entrance.

Jo felt the pressure against her entrance muscle and willed her body to relax. Slowly, very slowly, she felt Harry’s cockhead start to push open her entrance muscle until, with a determined look, she pushed her hips down and suddenly it popped through the entrance.

Harry felt his head break through, and the soft, wet walls of her vaginal canal fold around his glans, clasping it in a velvety mantle. He loved that feeling, the reward after breaching the defences.

Jo felt his glans start to slip deeper into her canal. She felt completely stuffed, stretched to the limit, but unbelievably aroused. She felt her pelvic muscles clench involuntarily and a ripple of pleasure surge through her groin. Her clitoris itched like hell. She reached down to rub it, feeling the little nub which had emerged from its folds and pressing it onto the top of his shaft. She gave a deep sigh.

Harry watched her reactions and movements. He, too, felt incredibly aroused as he watched his thick shaft slide into her tiny body. The contrast between their sizes looked positively obscene but incredibly sexy.

He could feel her cunt rippling around his cockhead as she slowly pushed down and her vaginal muscles tried to suck it inwards, until gradually the first few inches of his shaft disappeared into her tiny body. The feeling of her vaginal walls caressing his shaft was too much. For the first time, he pushed, forcing his cock deeper into her vagina. She cried out as his cockhead bumped into her cervix and nestled into her fornix. He kept still.

Jo leaned down and put her hands on his chest, her fingers threaded through his curly hairs and rubbed his nipples. She could feel his cock lodged deep inside her, throbbing with his heartbeat and emanating a heat unlike any she’d experienced before. Little frissons of pleasure coursed through her body like electric shocks, making her pelvic muscles clench and release.

She didn’t move for some time, then slowly started to pump her hips up and down on his rigid cock, almost lifting off it, then plunging down again. She did this without moving her upper body; instead, all of the movements came from her pelvis.

Harry groaned as her vagina massaged his cock, its silky lining caressing his corona and tickling his frenulum. He started moving with her, thrusting up as she bore down on him. He could feel his cockhead banging against her cervix until suddenly it slipped past it and slid further in to hit the end of her vagina.

Jo yelped, but he ignored it, now thrusting hard and deep into her and feeling her labia slide further down the base of his shaft as his cock forced its way inside her.

“Oh, God,” she shrieked, as his cock re-arranged her insides, but she didn’t stop fucking him, she couldn’t. Her body was on fire, and his cock felt so good inside her. Her cunt rippled around his cock, spasming rhythmically and milking his precum out of it. Her clitoris felt as though it would burst, when suddenly the world around her faded and her whole being centred on the feelings in her cunt. She could see his massive cock inside her, precum pouring out of its slit as it stimulated parts of her vagina that had never felt anything there before.

Then suddenly the dam burst. Jo grabbed his shoulders as her body went rigid and all the muscles in her body tensed.

“Oh, my God,” she cried out, as her body locked and a flood of intense pleasure overtook her nervous system. It felt so incredibly good, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, and she struggled to hold on to it, keeping her muscles tense. Eventually, they slowly relaxed, and a wonderful sense of well-being seemed to spread through her body, until suddenly the tension returned, her body went rigid, and she orgasmed again and again and again.

Harry fucked her relentlessly through her orgasms, his rhythm and thrust unchanged. He felt her cunt gripping his cock like a vice, its walls vibrating around his shaft and cockhead, trying to milk his sperm out of him. He had to exert huge self-control to avoid cumming, but he managed it, although a few drops of semen emerged from his slit.

Eventually, Jo stopped orgasming, her body exhausted, her breathing laboured.

“My God, Harry, that was fantastic. Did you cum?”

“No, not yet.”

“Jeez, you’re unbelievable. What does a girl have to do to get you to cum?”

“Oh, I will. More than once. I’m going to fuck you all night until you can’t walk.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jo asked, laughing.

“Yeah. Now get off and get on your knees.”

Jo lifted herself off his cock and shuffled backwards between his legs, then dipped down and took him in her mouth. Harry let her suck him for a few minutes, then sat up and pulled her head off his cock.

“On your knees,” he said, getting on his knees and moving behind her.

She did as he said, her small butt waving in the air. He shuffled up between her legs, pushing them apart with his own to reveal her gaping cunt, dripping onto the bed. Her labia were engorged and ragged and hung down, glistening with her juices.

He moved forward and notched his cockhead into her hole and pushed slowly, watching his thick cock stretch it open. It met with almost no resistance as it sank deep into her vaginal canal and under her cervix until it hit her back wall. He waited a few moments, then gripped her hips and started thrusting in and out of her, hard and fast.

“Ooof,” she cried, then “aaah. Oooo. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes.”

She put her forehead down on the bed and looked along her body as he fucked her. She could see his big, hairy balls swinging wildly with his strokes, bumping into her clitoris on his in-stroke, then swinging back on his outstroke. The sight made her want to suck them.

She also saw her abdomen ripple, a bump sliding up to her navel and back as he thrust in her.

The bed was squeaking and the headboard banging against the wall as her body bounced around under the force of his thrusting. She could feel that familiar itch starting deep inside and slowly spreading through her groin. She reached down and felt for her clitoris, holding it against his shaft.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she intoned, her vagina clutching at his cock rhythmically, “fuck me, you bastard, fuck me with that monster.”

Harry increased the speed of his thrusts. His cock felt like a rod of hot steel, her cunt like a soft pillow. His balls felt heavy and sensitive. His glans began to itch madly, and he felt his balls lift upward. He closed his eyes as he concentrated on the feeling as millions of sperm were forced from his testicles into his prostate to mix with his seminal fluids before surging up his urethra. He emitted a loud groan and kept still as a stream of thick, white, fertile semen shot out of the end of his cock and bounced off the back wall of her vagina, filling her cunt and swirling around his jerking member.

“Aaah,” she cried as she felt him ejaculate. “Oh, God. Ooooh.”

A wave of pleasure spread through her body as her vaginal muscles clutched and released his cock, milking it and making the slimy fluid seep into every crevice of her vagina.

There was a brief pause before it all happened again. His cock thickened and jerked, and another stream of semen shot into her cunt, then another, and another and another.

After a while, his cock stopped jerking, as did Jo’s vaginal spasms. She felt his semen oozing out of her cunt where her labia gripped his shaft. Her body relaxed as a sense of great satisfaction spread through her.

Harry leaned over her, resting on her kneeling body. He took his hands off her hips and fondled her tits, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

“Did you like that?”

“God, yes.”

Harry waited a short while, then withdrew his cock, remaining in position behind her and dripping cum onto the bedsheets. He looked at her gaping hole, watching as his semen dribbled out of it, then let go of her right tit and used his fingers to scoop up the thick, white mess before leaning forward and rubbing her lips with it.

Jo opened her mouth and sucked his fingers. His semen tasted musky and a little bitter. It burned the back of her throat when she swallowed it, but she found the sensation enjoyable.

She turned around to face him, still on her knees and saw that his enormous cock was still erect, glistening with their juices. Without a word, she leaned forward and took it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around to lick off every trace of cum.

Harry cupped her tits again as she sucked his cock, sending little flutters of pleasure through them.

“Lovely tits,” he murmured.

“You can play with them any time you want,” she said, taking her mouth off his cock.

“And your cunt?”

“That too.”

“What about your boyfriends?”

“What about them?”

“Wouldn’t they be jealous?”

“Not really. They know I’m not exclusive.”

“So there’s no one special?”

“No.”

“Pity. I like taking someone else’s woman.”

“Oooo! That’s cruel.”

“Yes, but very empowering. Anyway, you’re hardly one to talk. Caroline’s a friend of yours, and here you are fucking her boyfriend.”

Jo smiled, then tickled his balls with her fingernails.

“And you loved it,” she said, “you loved making me lose control.”

Harry looked at her with increased interest. This woman understood him better than most, and it didn’t worry her. She was confident and independent.

It would be a real challenge to dominate her, a challenge that he would readily face.

“Ah, yes, I did. But then you enjoyed giving up that control. You experienced intense feelings of pleasure and, having felt those, you’ll want them again.”

“Oh, come on, Harry. You’re not the first guy that’s given me an orgasm.”

Harry smiled. He knew that this had been special for her and that she’d want him again. His past experiences had taught him that.

“I’m sure not, but I bet this was different.”

Jo smiled back at him, her eyes twinkling as she relived the intensity of her multiple orgasms. She felt herself shudder with pleasure at the memory. ‘This man is dangerous,’ she thought, ‘not only is he an exceptionally talented lover, he’s also physically gifted and has an unusual awareness of the feminine psyche. If I’m not careful, I’ll end up becoming just another one of his easy and available fucks.’

“It was certainly very good,” she replied.

“The next will be better,” he said, laughing, then leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue probing between her lips.

Jo sighed and automatically put her arms around his shoulders. Harry leaned into her, pushing her back onto the bed as he kissed her until she was flat on her back and he was leaning over her, his cock brushing her abdomen.

“So,” he said, breaking their kiss, “are you ready?”

“For what?” she replied, mischievously.

“You’ll see.”

Harry kissed the side of her neck, his lips nipping at her flesh as his mouth slid down to the curve where her shoulders began. He sucked her flesh between his teeth, giving her a lovebite.

“Oh no,” she cried, “everyone’s going to ask me about that.”

Harry didn’t reply; instead, he trailed his lips down and into her chest until they fastened around the areola of her left breast. His tongue flicked at her nipple, sending little shivers through her body as it hardened and grew. She gripped his back.

He sucked and licked for several minutes before lifting his head and doing the same to her right breast, feeling her body twitch and move beneath him as she moaned softly. After some time, he let go of that nipple and licked a trail down her body, shuffling back as he did so, until his mouth was over her slit.

Jo held his head in her hands as he licked her, her fingers fondling his hair.

“Aaah, that’s so good,” she breathed.

Harry fastened his lips over her clitoris and sucked gently, slowly coaxing the nub out of its protective sheath as her hips bucked, then tickling it with the tip of his tongue. Her pussy made squelching sounds as her muscles flexed and released in response to his attention, forcing more of his semen out to dribble down her crack.

She lifted her hips off the bed and pushed his head down as her head went back and her mouth opened. Her clitoris felt so hot and alive, its warmth seeming to spread outwards into her groin. Her skin became super-sensitive and tingled all over.

“Oh gawd,” she cried, “oh, no. Oh, Harry. Oh, fuck. Oh. Oh. Oh…..” as her body lost control and started trembling before twitching spasmodically.

Her orgasm didn’t last long. The intensity was so great that she simply passed out. Harry felt her go limp and sink back onto the bed, unmoving, her butt in a pool of slimy fluids.

He lifted his head and smiled as he wiped her juices off his mouth and chin before looking down at her pussy.

Her clitoris was still engorged with its little nub peeping out. It was a large clitoris, perhaps the biggest he’d encountered.

Her inner labia were dark coloured and hanging out raggedly, revealing her vagina gaping wide open. He could see a pool of white semen deep inside it. There was a ring of white stuff around her slit and flecks of white in her pubic hair.

He smiled again, then backed away and crawled up to lie next to her, his right hand fondling her breasts. After a while, she stirred and opened her eyes.

“Welcome back,” he said.

“My god, Harry, I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she replied, looking at him in wonder.

“I told you it would get better.”

“You were right.”

“And it’s going to get even better.”

“Oh, no! I couldn’t. I’m exhausted.”

Harry didn’t say anything. He leaned forward and kissed her gently as his hand stroked her left breast, gently massaging it.

Jo melted, allowing herself to relax as feelings of warmth flowed through her body. ‘God, this man is good,’ she thought, ‘I don’t want to lose him,’ as their tongues danced together.

Harry’s hand drifted down her body, rubbing her flat stomach in little circles. Jo shuffled her hips, willing him to move further down. He felt her movements and moved his hand down to cup her slit, his fingers rubbing around her gaping entrance, the heel of his hand pressing on her clitoris.

“Mmmm,” she murmured into his mouth.

Still kissing her, Harry climbed over on top of her, his erect member sticking into her stomach. She reached down and grabbed it with her right hand, positioning it at her vaginal entrance. Harry flicked his hips, burying his cock deep inside her with one long thrust as he leaned forward and supported himself on his hands.

There was no resistance as his cock slid all the way in until it was completely sheathed by her warm, wet vaginal clasp. His glans was against her back wall, his pubis against hers, and his balls against her crack.

“Fuck me,” she breathed, breaking their kiss, “fuck me with that beautiful, big cock.” She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, crossing her ankles so that her legs were locked together, and thrust her hips up against him.

Harry smiled and pulled his hips back until his cock was almost out of her cunt, then started fucking her with quick, hard strokes, his cock plunging in and out of her cunt like a jackhammer. She was now his fucktoy, there for whatever pleasure he could get from her.

Jo’s body bounced around under his, her little frame completely overwhelmed by his large body. She stared up at him, enjoying the sight of his broad chest over her, his well-developed muscles rippling as they exuded strength and masculinity. She felt completely dominated, under his control, but also completely safe. She was his woman, and he would look after her.

Harry felt her cunt massaging his cock, trying to milk it. ‘She’s a damn good fuck,’ he thought, ‘definitely one of the best,’ as he felt fiery pleasure coursing through his thick shaft and increasingly itchy cockhead.

He paused momentarily and leaned back, then put his arms under her legs, lifting them up. Jo understood and uncrossed her ankles as he pushed her thighs back onto her chest so that her legs rested on his shoulders. This shortened her vagina, and the base of his shaft was pushed out of her warm sheath as his cockhead pushed hard against the back of her vagina.

“Be careful,” she said, “you’re very big.”

“It’ll be fine,” he said and started thrusting, this time slowly and deliberately, his cockhead pushing against the back of her vagina with each thrust. Gradually, he felt his shaft slipping further inside again as her body adjusted to the new position, her insides shifting to accommodate his size, and it wasn’t long before his pubis banged against her slit.

Jo felt completely taken. His cock was like a bar of hot steel inside her, and yet she could feel every ridge, every bump, every vein, his thick urethra, his pulse. He was touching parts of her vagina that had never been touched before, and it felt out of this world,

“Oh, Harry,” she murmured. “Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh,” with each thrust.

Harry gradually sped up until he was thrusting hard and fast into her, her little body once more bouncing around beneath him as she held onto his forearms for support. Her murmurs now transformed into a series of long wails, interspersed with cries of ‘fuck me, you bastard, fuck me’.

He looked down and saw her incongruously large tits jiggling up and down in time to his thrusts, her nipples standing out like bullets, her large areolae now darker than before. The sight made his balls tingle.

He pounded into her with renewed vigour, trying to relieve the itch that was spreading throughout his genitals and through his groin until suddenly he passed the point of no return.

“Aaaargh,” he cried as he gave an extra-hard thrust, then held still as his testicles rose in their sac and his cock jerked as a wad of fertile semen shot up his urethra and sprayed into Jo’s vagina.

Jo felt his urethra expand and his semen jet deep inside her, warm and slippery. Then she felt his cock jerk again and another stream of semen spurt into her deepest and innermost sanctum. Her whole vagina now felt warm and slippery as his cum swirled its way around his shaft, some oozing out of her vaginal opening, stretched to the limit by the thick base of his shaft.

She felt two more jerks of his cock, her clitoris twinging with each spurt, followed by a warm glow that spread throughout her body, accompanied by a feeling of sheer bliss. She felt incredibly close to him, wanted, protected, fulfilled.

Harry leaned forward and rested on her legs, which now squashed down on her tits. The intense itch he’d felt before his first ejaculation was now quenched, and his sexual desire satisfied. He lay there for a few minutes, breathing heavily until he felt her moving beneath him.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

“Very OK,” she replied, dreamily.

“I told you it would be alright.”

“You’re a very dangerous man, Harry.”

“Why?”

“Because you know how to make a woman feel special and wanted.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong is that it’s too easy for us to fall for you and to become emotionally involved, while for you it’s simply about sexual satisfaction and power. You certainly don’t want responsibility. You like the challenge of getting a woman into bed and then adding her to your list of available fucks, but that’s where it ends.”

Harry looked at her with renewed interest. This girl understood him.

“Is that so bad?”

“Not if she’s strong and independent - rather like you.”

“Are you?”

“Oh, yes. I could fall for you, but I won’t. You’re a damn good lover, and I’m going to want you again, but I’m also going to continue fucking other men.”

“Fair enough, but then you know I’m going to fuck other women.”

“Of course you are, and the next one will probably be that celestial virgin, Caroline.”

“Hopefully.”

“It’s a pity I can’t be there to watch it happen.”

“Oooo! You are a dirty bitch, aren’t you? Would you like a threesome?”

“Oh, yes, very much. It wouldn’t be the first time. Watching you break a virgin, however, would be a first and would really be something else.”

Harry looked at her, his mind absorbing what she’d said. She seemed to have an approach to sex that fitted very well with his. Perhaps this could be the start of a relationship.

“You really are a dirty girl,” he said, “I think we’re going to have a very good time together.”

“I’m sure we will. Now get your cock out of me so that I can be more comfortable.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Harry pulled back his hips so that his cock popped out of her cunt, then backed away from her, lowering her legs onto the bed. Jo felt a sense of loss as his cock left her vagina, followed by a stream of fresh cum oozing out of her gaping slit and dribbling down her crack to pool on the sheets.

She looked at him squatting between her legs and thought how virile he looked, how handsome, how desirable, and her heart fluttered.

“You’re a fine specimen,” she said, “make sure you keep yourself in good shape.”

Harry laughed.

“You, too,” he said, “I don’t want my fucktoy to wear out.”

“Cheeky bastard,” she replied, giving him a playful punch before getting up off the bed. “I'd better get dressed and go back to my place. It’s getting late.”

“You can stay here if you want.”

“I’d love to, but I’ve got a lot to do before uni tomorrow.”

Harry watched her dress, then got off the bed and, putting on a gown, walked with her to the door. She put up her hand to hold his cheek.

“Thank you,” she said, “I had a good time.”

“So did I.”

“See you around,” she said and opened the door and left.

Harry watched her walk away. For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of loss as the girl he’d just fucked walked away. Usually, he didn’t care, but this one was different.

He closed the door, wondering how the next few weeks would turn out.