The Big Cock

I had made friends with two other new schoolmates that year. They were brothers, Rob and Nick, born ten months apart, but had been held back a year. I'd grown up with most of my three hundred schoolmates and I really didn't want to get involved with any of them. Dom had been new to school, as had been Mike. Robert wasn't, but he was a one-time fuck.

A couple of months before school ended Rob asked me if I wanted to go to his house after school to celebrate my birthday. Not having anything else to do, and knowing what he wanted, I quickly agreed. We walked to his house, which was just across the very small town where he lived, and entered the house.

He led me to his bedroom and I removed my belt and the military waffle knit thermal long john I'd borrowed from my dad's drawer to wear as a minidress. I left my three-inch wedges on to match his six-foot height, and as I turned around, I saw that Rob had the most enormous cock that I had ever seen. I was very surprised by this, as alI the cocks I had fucked so far had been six to seven inches long. His cock was at least nine inches in length. I sat on the edge of the bed, on top of the lime green paisley blanket, and he approached me. I touched it cautiously, and as I rubbed its silky surface, it grew even longer and thicker. I couldn't put my fingers around it at all, and when I tried to put it in my mouth, I couldn't even get the head in. Instead, I licked and kissed every surface of his cock that I could, until he picked me up and laid me on the bed with my head on the pillows.

He parted my labia, and slowly pushed his cock into my pussy. I could feel it stretching my pussy walls when he inserted it and with every stroke. He fucked me with no mercy. I wasn't as turned on by this time and it hurt because I was too small to actually take his long, thick cock without pain. As turned on as I had been earlier, I was glad when he soon came in me, and then pulled his cock out and finished spraying it over my stomach and breasts. We took a shower and I went home. We stayed friends after that, but agreed that sex between us just didn't work well.

The next day, Peter came to me and said that Mike wanted to talk to me. He also asked me to the Valentine's dance. I agreed to go. He picked me up at my parents' house after school, and we went to the dance. After, we drove to a fast food place and Mike met us there. He told me that he still loved me and asked if I was okay. I fell into his arms, with a huge hug.

We met as often as I could sneak away on Saturday after that. I knew I would graduate soon and I planned to move to the big city over a hundred miles away. He asked me to marry him, and I said ‘yes’ once again.

I went to the prom with Peter, and he and I met Mike after for the celebratory dinner. Nothing fancy, just the same favorite fast food place. Mike told me he had a wedding ring set on layaway. I was looking forward to marrying him.

The following Saturday, I went to town to go to the bookstore and go on the cruise, or so I told my parents. Instead, I went to Mike's tiny studio apartment. He invited me in, and we immediately started removing clothing. I'm not sure if we removed our own, or we helped each other, or both. Anyway, we were soon naked, except for his socks, and we fell onto the bed, kissing and feeling each other. His skin felt so soft, but I soon discovered that not all of him was soft.

I turned around in the 69 position and took him in my mouth. He was licking my pussy while I gave all my attention to his cock.

“Oh, Babe!” I sat up and screamed as I came.

Mike turned around and quickly entered me while I was still cumming.

His cock pistoned in and out of my pussy and I met his thrusts with my hips. We came at the same time; my pussy squeezed a copious amount of cum from his cock.

We collapsed beside each other on the bed. I had missed him so much. This was a reunion and a coming home. It was what I had been desperately looking for in the past year.

I Graduate and Move to the City

My parents went with me to the city and helped me find an apartment a month before my graduation. Five days after graduation, I packed as much as I could in my little 1974 Mustang II, and was off on my new adventure alone. It was June eighth, a year after I had miscarried.

I left Mike behind. We'd broken up again. He wanted me to stay and go to the local community college. He would work and we would get married: he had it all planned. I had received a scholarship and was going to move to the city. My apartment had the deposit on it, the paperwork was filed at the business school, and I'd given them the check from the scholarship I had received. I had my own plans. Too bad our goals in life were different.

The business school was supposed to help me find 3 roommates for my two-bedroom apartment, and I supplied the furniture except for a big, blue, round couch my second roommate brought. My brother brought the furniture to me a week after I arrived. Until then, I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor. My first roommate came, sat on the living room floor for a week crying for her mother, ate nothing but popcorn, and went home. She never even looked in the bedrooms upstairs that I had set up with matching twin beds.

The second roommate, who stayed for six months, kept to herself. I thought she was nasty as she wouldn't bathe or wash her clothes. Every weekend, she would go home to her parents' house forty-five miles away, where she would shower and do her laundry. She did bring a couch; a large, round, blue one, more like a bed than a couch. She also had a boyfriend, and kept a spoon in the freezer for when he came over. They'd disappear into her bedroom with the spoon, and soon I'd hear her scream. I never asked her about it, but I did imagine that her boyfriend was using it on her clit and maybe even in her pussy.

I was studying one weekend, and heard a knock. Opening the door, I was surprised to see Nick. We talked about everything, catching up on what was happening in our lives. His mom had moved to the city to be near her boyfriend. After a couple of visits, we found ourselves on the couch on a Saturday when my roommate was gone. I was dressed in short shorts and a T-shirt. He kissed me, and his hands rubbed my sensitive nipples. My hands went under his T-shirt, feeling his hard body, and I pulled his shirt off over his head. He removed mine as well, and I reached out and unbuttoned his 501 jeans. I rubbed the bulge in his white shorts. He pulled off my shorts and panties. Then he stood up and stripped before me, doing a dance as he did. He crawled back onto the big, round, blue couch and sucked on my nipples, which sent a bolt of lightning straight to my pussy.

“Please, Nick,” I said.

“Please, what?”

“You know.” By this time I was almost in agony at the ecstasy I was feeling.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, putting his hand on my clit, but not doing anything else.

“I want you to fuck me. I want your hard cock inside me.”

He started rubbing my slit, from my clit to my pussy until the lips were swollen and I was whimpering for him to fuck me. Finally he pushed me back and held my hands above my head on the pillows, looking into my eyes as he entered me. I could feel the velvet of the couch beneath my body, and the contrasting roughness of the throw pillows on my arms and hands. Nick pushed his cock into me slowly, then withdrew it almost completely out before pushing it in again. Soon I was screaming as I came, but Nick wasn't through with me yet. He continued to fuck me at varying rates, making me cum over and over, until I lost count. Then he spurted his cum deep into me. He was good, obviously experienced, but after that one time we just remained friends because of something his brother Rob told me a few weeks later.

A couple of weeks later, another knock, and I was very surprised when I opened the door to Mike. He wanted to try again. He said he loved me and couldn't live without me. I'd always loved him, from the first sight of his blue eyes, and I invited him in to talk. He said that he didn't want to move in, that we'd take it slow, and that he had his own apartment not far away. Of course, I agreed. Soon, he was borrowing my car, and had introduced me to his friends. He often stayed the night and our sex life resumed. We got engaged for the third time.

His friends hung out at my house. I don't remember any of them but Dan, a guy about my height, five foot two inches and slightly built, who seemed nice.

One night we went to a party with Dan and his girlfriend at her grandfather's house. It had a huge indoor pool, but after a while I didn't feel good and asked Mike if he would mind if we left. Dan joined us when we went back to my apartment, but his girlfriend stayed behind.

Often, we went cruising in my car and ended up in the park, where either Mike or his friends would buy a ‘nickel’ of marijuana for us all to smoke. I didn't care much for it, and remained the designated driver.

One Saturday night, Mike, Peter, Dan, and I went for our usual drive to the park, and when we came back, I agreed to join them in smoking a joint in my bedroom upstairs. One joint became two, and soon Mike and Dan were removing my clothing. I didn't care, because I was in a complete haze: I knew it was happening, but I was enjoying their hands on me, and the thought that Peter was sitting just a few feet away watching us. They spread me out on the twin bed like a feast for them. Mike started sucking on my sensitive nipples while Dan licked my pussy. It felt like I was floating on a cloud of pure pleasure.

Soon I was straddling Mike, while I lowered myself onto his eight-inch hard cock. I could feel Dan behind me.

“Lean forward,” he said. I felt him rubbing my ass with saliva from his mouth, and then his cock entered my ass, slowly, then filled it all the way.

I looked over and saw Peter had his cock out and was pleasuring himself as he watched.

I came screaming, as Mike and Dan continued to fuck me.

I could feel Dan and Mike were both close to cumming, and I also was mounting my peak again. Peter came over, and I was shocked to see Dan lean down as he fucked me and take Peter's cock in his mouth. We all came at the same time. I rolled over, exhausted, and went to sleep. When I woke up, all three of them were gone, as was Peter's car. I took a shower, fixed my breakfast, and went about my day.

A few weeks went by, with no mention of that night, and nothing happening except between me and Mike. Often, I lent my car to him, as I trusted him, and we were engaged. One night, he was very late bringing it back to me, about eleven at night, when I had expected him four hours earlier. He was alone and came in laughing.

“I almost wrecked your car,” he said. My heart sank. How did this happen, I wondered.

“I had done some drugs, and I didn't see the tree until I almost ran head-first into it,” he said, laughing hysterically.

“Get out,” I said. “You have a choice to make. It's me or the drugs. You can't have both. You have until tomorrow to decide.”

Frankly, I was shocked. I didn't know that he was using drugs other than the occasional joint.

The next day, Mike knocked on my door. With no apology, he asked me to take him back to the town where he'd lived before. He had his clothes with him. I dropped him off. He was, again, out of my life.

His friend Dan moved in. He seemed like a good guy, had a job, and was helping me with rent and food. He was also good in bed. That affair lasted six weeks. One day he said he was going off to a job in the lumber industry. I never saw him again.

I remained friends with Nick, but didn't fuck him again after Rob told me that Nick already had a set of twins. I wasn't ready to be a parent yet, and I was still going to business school.

The business school got me a job after school, so I didn't have any time for extracurricular activities for a while.

One weekend, shortly after I started working, I met Jay, a six-foot-two bartender, in the laundromat of my apartment complex. and we got to talking. A few days later, I went to his apartment and knocked. He let me in, took me in his long arms, and kissed me deeply. I looked around and saw he didn't have any furniture. He explained he'd just moved in, and was having some furniture delivered in a few days.

He led me upstairs to his bedroom where we reclined on his sleeping bag. He slowly undressed me, with kisses in between, and then started worshiping my body with his hands and mouth. He sucked on my 36A nipples, then worked his way down to my pussy, licking and nibbling at my clit until I was reaching for his cock, wanting to feel it and see what he had. He put his knees on each side of my body so I could wrap my hands around his long, thick, silky cock. He reached beside his sleeping bag, picked up a bottle, and poured some liquid into my hands. I continued to stroke his cock, and then he moved down between my legs, lifted them onto his shoulders, and entered me. His cock felt so good, he paused when he bottomed out.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, give me more.”

He pulled back, and pushed it back in my pussy, stretching me, filling me, and getting deeper and deeper, until his pubic bone touched my clit. I came, screaming, just as I heard a door shut.

“It's okay, it's just Mike, my roommate.”

Mike stayed downstairs while we continued, and we ignored him. Jay started moving faster, and faster, fucking me so deeply I felt it all through me. Then we came together, with me biting down on my hand so Mike didn't hear me.

Jay was always even more hungry for sex than I, and he suggested a threesome with his roommate Mike. I suggested that he talk to my roommate instead. I bowed out, feeling like I had escaped. I later found out that he was about ten years older than I thought, in his early thirties to my eighteen years.

To be continued…