Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

For as long as I can remember, I have been enamored with big cocks. I don’t know exactly when it started, or why, but as soon as I started getting interested in men, I thought about it. Its not; however, that I became a whore. I was scared shitless as a teen. My mom instilled the fact that I would probably get gonarea and die if I even touched a guy.

When I finally actually hooked up with a guy, things got worse. I really had no clue what was big, what was small, average or anything else, but I wanted to get in his pants so bad. I just wanted to see it, touch it, but I was too young and he was too freaked out by a girl being aggressive. With one hand on my boob, I reached for his crotch, and that about ended it. Only the feel of his cock under his denim was all I got.

Throughout middle school and most of high school most guys stayed away from me. My mom told me it was because they were intimidated, my friend told me it was because the guys thought I was a prude. All that changed my senior year. That’s when I started dating John. He was a great guy, and treated me like a lady. Mom liked him. Dad liked him, and I should have liked him. I did until we finally moved from dating to messing around.

You have to remember, I had gone years imagining dick, so when one late night at a party, we moved into an empty bedroom and I found myself naked and on my knees between his legs, I was a bit let down. It was the first time I had ever seen a dick, let alone had one in my mouth, and the entire time I was just wondering if he was average or small or what. Even when he came it took me a while to bring myself back into the moment. For the next few weeks, I continued to blow him. I got into it, actually enjoyed it, but every time I wondered about size. What would it be like if he was thicker? Longer? Came more? Came harder? Tasted different? It was a whirlwind. Then when my curiosity couldn’t grow anymore, we finally had sex. Then it started all over again.

For the rest of high school, I was a good girlfriend. I never cheated on him, had sex when he wanted, and never really asked for anything. I liked having a boyfriend. Loved being treated right, and most people thought we would marry and have kids and the whole deal.

So two things led me down the slippery slope. First, I broke up with John and went to college across the country. Second, I got a room alone with the internet. I grew up on the east coast, and I wanted to get as far away from him as I could, so I decided to go to California for school.

The few weeks were hard. I was away from home for the first time, met all knew people, and tried to be a different person than I was at home, but after a few weeks all was well. I had a bunch of new friends and was getting a social life. That’s when it happened. We were at a party and having a good time. I danced. I drank, a lot. Danced some more with a series of strange guys, and was having one of the best nights of my life. But I had to pee. It hit me all of a sudden, so I almost ran to the bathroom, but there was a line, so I went up stairs and started looking for a bathroom, anywhere to pee. First door was an empty bedroom, second a closet, and then the third, the door that would change my life. I know what your thinking, but you cant imagine what happened. I opened the door and found before me a guy sitting in an office chair with a girl completely naked on her knees in front of him. When they heard me open the door, she let the dick come from her mouth, and it smacked against his stomach. His dick was huge. It was what I had imagined. He was easily twice John’s length, and super thick. I stood transfixed. I couldn’t move. They looked at me, laughed, and he told me to come join them or close the door. She started sucking him again before I closed the door, and shutting it slowly, I saw the smile as he watched my eyes disappear behind the closing door.

I found the bathroom, but that had made the evening. I saw her later on the dance floor but couldn’t spot him. On the way home, I told my friends what I had seen. They told me that was horrible that she would just blow someone like that, that giving head was nasty, that they did it but didn’t like it, just about everything but being excited how big he was.

I was drunk. Alone in my room. It was two in the morning. The hallways were dark, there was no noise. I got online and went to a chat room. Most were fake people. The first guy I found was older, married. Second guy was younger, but far away. Third was jackpot. He lived on campus. He was cute, great body, and black. When he sent me a picture of his cock, I asked where he lived. I told him what I wanted, told him the situation I had in mind, and then told him to get ready.

I was embarrassed. Scared to death. In exchange for what I wanted, he simply wanted me to come without a bra on. So it was a night of firsts. I had never just done a quick hook up with a stranger. Never shared a desire like that. Never acted so impulsively, and never gone out without a bra (funny I know, but being as big as I am, I simply could stand my boobs flying all over the place or the soreness of them when I went without).

I got to his building and walked in. There was a night clerk, but I lied and said I had forgotten my card in my room. He looked me up and down, starred at my chest (I made sure that he saw I had no bra on-not to turn him on, but so he would see that I had left my room), and then he said to go ahead. I got to his floor, then his door, and I found it just like I asked. It was slightly open, the lights were out. I cracked the door and slid in. It was dark, but from the little light coming from his slightly opened lap top on his desk, I could make out a figure sitting on the edge of his bed. I went to him as planned and got on my knees in front of him. I could smell him, and as my eyes adjusted, almost make out his dick. His face was completely hidden in the blackness of the room. When I got comfortable, I took off my shirt as he wanted, and when I did, he reached out and grabbed my tits. He lifted and grabbed them tight at first, then released the pressure and began massaging them in circles. After a minute, I lowered my head, and found his cock. I grabbed its length with my hand and slid it down to the base so my palm rested against his balls. His head found my mouth, and as I moved down on him slightly, I let out a moan. His hands were forced to release my tits as I lowered down on him, but the entire experience was driving me crazy. My panties were completely soaked.

I moved down on him slowly, trying to feel his size and length in my mouth, exploring his head with my tongue. I pushed down on him to get his length in my mouth, but I couldn’t even reach my hand with my lips. When I wrapped both hands around his cock, one on top of the other, my lips barely reached my hand, and that was with me pressing his cock as far back in my mouth as I could without gagging. It was absolutely amazing. He felt wonderful in my mouth. I took him out and licked up and down his shaft. When I did he would try and reach under me to feel my chest. It didn’t last long. I would take him back in my mouth. Then he moved.

He pulled back onto the bed so he was laying down. I reached onto the bed and sucked him from the side, and he started rubbing my ass.

“Bring your legs this way.”

I moved so my ass was pointed towards him, still standing on the edge off the edge of the bed. When the position got awkward, I put my knee on the bed for leverage and comfort, but in a quick second, he grabbed me around the thighs and threw my body on top of his. My head landed on his right thigh, my face pointed at his cock. My legs were spread over him my chest was resting against his naked stomach. He moved his hands up my thighs and under my skirt, and then lifted me so I was on my knees, my pussy was directly over his face. He didn’t make a serious move. He reached down and tried to get my tits, and catching a clue, I got on my hands to give him room. That’s all the help he needed. He squeezed on my tits hard, almost too hard and pinched my nipples as I took his cock back in my mouth, but that didn’t last long.

He took one of his hands from my chest and reached under my skirt and pulled my thong to one side and with one motion, pulled on my ass to bring my pussy against his mouth. I gasped. His tongued searched me. He moved it up and down my slit, and with that I withdrew his cock from my mouth and rested my face on his thigh, and watched his cock as he ate me. I had never felt anything like it. It didn’t take long, and I was cumming. I had never had an orgasm before. I had never had a man eat me out, and I had never cum that much. I thought I was peeing on his face I was cumming so hard.

I couldn’t take anymore, and I lifted myself off his face. I got on my knees again and then motioned for him to move back to the edge. When he sat up back on the edge of the bed, I attacked his cock. I sucked hard and fast. I jacked him off with one hand as I sucked my lips around his shaft as hard as I could. He got harder. His hands started rubbing my head. I knew what was going to happen, but I never could have prepared for this. When he came it exploded into my mouth. It didn’t just leak out, it shot and with such force that I was taken aback. With the second and third shot, I was having a hard time keeping up with his cum. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it seemed like he kept oozing cum in my mouth. Slowly it got more manageable until I found he started getting soft in my mouth. I pulled away with him, out of breathe quick and trying to swallow the left over cum in my mouth. I could feel the slickness on my teeth, the taste still in my mouth, refusing to go away. I didn’t say a word. I found my shirt and put it on as I walked out the door. I rushed to the elevator and almost ran to my building. When I got to my room, I laid in my bed completely naked and for the third time in my life masterbated. I knew this was going to be trouble. I knew I wanted more. I knew where he lived.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

The next day, my head was spinning. I wondered if he knew who I was, if he could recognize my voice or my body. I’m not sure how, but somehow, I made it through my classes and got back to my room. I got online as fast as I could, but he wasn’t there. I was as depressed as I ever have been. I found myself wanting to know if I had done ok, it he enjoyed the night. The thought was strange. I should have been thinking about myself, but all I could think about was his pleasure. Without him there to talk about, I tried to get him off my mind. I logged off and started working on some homework that needed to get done, but after only fifteen minutes I found myself logging back on and seeing if he was there. Again, nothing.

I reached in my desk drawer and searched for a ruler. I didn’t find one, so I went next door and asked my friend Stacy. She had a measuring tape, and I got back to my room and locked the door. I put my fist on a piece of paper and put a line on either side, then did the same with my other fist. Then I put a pencil in my mouth as deep as it would go and put a finger on the point that it hit my lips, measured it and drew a line from the lines on the paper. That was the length of his dick. I laughed at myself as I drew his dick on the paper. I wanted him so bad.

I closed my books, and laid down on my bed. Before I knew it I had fallen asleep. Two hours later, I woke up, ran to my computer and guess who was there? I sent him a message and then I waited. The seconds past, and then a minute. I immediately got depressed. Then he messaged me. I was so excited. We talked about the night before, how I wasn’t expecting him to eat me out, how he loved my tits, how he enjoyed the blowjob, how much I loved his dick. I told him how much I wanted to suck him again. How much I wanted to feel his cock in my hand. I apologized for not being able to take more. He asked me to come over.

It was still too early. I asked him if he knew what I looked like, and he said vaguely. He knew about how tall I was, that I had blond hair, and that I have big boobs. He made sure to throw in there that he knew his hands and tongue would know me for sure, not to mention his dick. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to fuck me. Sitting there in that chair, I remember feeling the heat coming from my pussy, how wet it was just thinking about it.