Loading...This tale is my fortieth submission to Literotica and I’ve enjoyed writing every one of them. As time has gone on, I’ve attempted to develop the people and personalities more to give the stories a better and realistic feel to them. Most of the people I’ve introduced are those that I’ve met or seen somewhere, although not necessarily met. I manage this by people watching, sometimes just sitting in a mall or in a restaurant or in the foyer of a movie theatre.
There I’ll see people who would make good characters in future stories. They may not necessarily be fantastic looking or anything, but they are real people doing real things with friends and partners. I enjoy watching their interactions, the laughter or the smiles of obvious lovers, how they hold hands or touch each other. I then wonder what they would be like when they’re in a quiet place, and what sort of things they get up to. Everyone or every couple have their own little vices and secrets.
I meet a lot of customers in my job, ranging from the rich to those who are not. I’ve also met a lot of very attractive women, some of whom have been almost aggressive in demanding the almost impossible or implausible. One of my techniques I use in those sorts of situations is to imagine what they would look like sprawled out on a bed with their ankles around their ears screaming for mercy while some well-hung guy gives them a royally good seeing to. An unusual technique I agree, but a good one. They’ve usually been able to manipulate men to doing whatever they want, and I always wonder what attractive women do when their looks fade and they lose that power of persuasion. There’s only so much that flashy clothes and makeup can hide, and everybody gets old.
Anyway, this story is about a lady named Irene whom was neither old nor aggressive. I first laid eyes on Irene on a Monday morning when I was partaking in a coffee with a work colleague at a little café not far from our office. There’s nothing better to kick start another working week over a coffee and a humorous chat about what you did or didn’t get up to over the weekend. We were sitting at a little table next to the windows to capture the warmth of the sun. Even at that time of the morning, the café was reasonably full and noisy with people either sitting or grabbing food or coffee and doing a runner.
I noticed Irene as soon as she walked in the door and to the food counter. She was tall and wide shouldered; a green top hugged her narrow waist and fell to a tight knee length black skirt, her legs below were pale with muscled calves shown off with heeled shoes. Her hair was not quite blonde or dark, but more of a sandy colour cut shortish to just above her collar. Big eyes swivelled briefly around the café and I caught her face, not exactly beautiful, but round and reasonably handsome in a feminine way. I watched her smile pleasantly as she was served and then enter a humorous interaction leaving them both laughing. After being served, she walked over to a table next to ours and began a conversation with two girls, and then pulled up a chair to join them. Irene was now sitting quite close to me and I snuck a couple of eyesfull without getting noticed. The three girls were soon laughing about something and completely oblivious to my and probably other male wanton desires. Irene ordered a coffee and seemed intent to stay around for awhile much to my pleasure.
Looking back at this little meeting, its funny how things worked out. Firstly, my colleague received a cell phone call and wandered outside so that he could hear over the racket inside. He eventually made his way to the company car and made himself comfortable. The second thing happened was that Irene’s friends got up and left, which left just her and myself both with half full cups. Irene picked up the morning newspaper and began reading the front page, leaving the back sports page for my perusal close by. After a short time, Irene lowered the paper with the intention of turning the page, and our eyes caught for the first time.
“Sorry.” I offered. “Didn’t mean to be rude, I was just reading the back page.”
Her big eyes bored into me with the obvious question as to whether I was being truthful, or just a pain in the arse male on the make.
“I was just trying to catch the rugby scores.” I added.
Irene turned the paper to indeed check whether the rugby scores were actually on the back page, which luckily they were.
She looked over at me and then surprised me by smiling cheekily, “Well, I could still be insulted that you’d rather look at a boring old newspaper than at me. Maybe I’m just getting too old to be noticed.”
I smiled back, “Nah, you’re still looking okay. I reckon you’ve got a few good years in you yet.”
“Only a few good years, I take it you’re an expert on the matter then?”
I laughed, “Hell no, not when it comes to women, I’m just as confused as any other male.”
“So when you were looking at me when I came in, it was only about trying to understand women, and not about the normal male cravings?”
I couldn’t help but like this woman, she was confident and sassy with a bit of fun thrown in.
“None of those, you’re completely on the wrong track?” I replied.
“Oh really, well go on surprise me. What exactly were you thinking about?”
“You don’t want to know.”
Irene placed her elbows on the table and cradled her head on her hands, “I do, c’mon you’ve got my interest up now.”
Now, at this time I could’ve made up a little white lie to get me out of my little predicament, but I chose not to. So I took a chance and told her about Literotica and how I write stories for submission, I then elaborated on how I people watch for characters. And Irene sat and just listened to me until I’d finished, and then laughed.
“That’s gotta be the best story any guy’s tried on me. You want me to believe that you’re gonna use me in one of your dirty stories, and thousands of people around the world are gonna read it, then comment and vote on it.”
“Yep.”
“That’s unbelievable, I’m not sure whether to believe you or have you locked up.”
By now I wanted to prove it to her, I didn’t want her to leave thinking I was just another nutcase. I took her napkin from the table and with my pen, scribbled down Literotica’s web site and my user name.
“There you are, have a look next time you get on the net, all those stories are mine.”
Irene looked down at the napkin for a few seconds; then she grinned and picked it up and placed it in her handbag.
“Okay, I’ll call your bluff.” she said getting to her feet. “I’ll have a quick look sometime. Anyway, I’d better get back to work. This was kinda interesting, if we ever meet again, maybe we can carry on the conversation.”
And a few seconds later, she was gone. To be perfectly honest, for the rest of the day, I was really quite embarrassed about what happened. I didn’t know her from a bar of soap, and she could’ve been a cop or someone important. But if I didn’t see her again it wouldn’t really matter.
Over the next few weeks, I frequented the same café on the off chance that Irene would be there, but it never happened. It wasn’t until I’d returned from a two week holiday that we were destined to cross paths again. By sheer chance, we met in the car park on the way into the café on another Monday morning. She grinned and waited for me to catch up to her.
“Hi.” she called out.
“Hi.”
“You know, you’re one sick puppy writing all those stories. Either you’ve been a real naughty boy in your time, or you’ve got a great imagination.”
I laughed, “I won’t answer that on the grounds that I might incriminate myself.”
“Mmmmm, very wise.” she answered. “C’mon, you can buy me a coffee, I at least deserve that.”
Minutes later, we sat across each other at a table sipping hot strong coffees.
“So, did you like my stories?” I inquired.
“Yeah, most of them. But some weren’t exactly my thing, especially where there was a bit of rough stuff. I’m not really into that sort of thing.”
We chatted about some of the stories and she asked me about the one true story which was about one of my early experiences. It was only at this time that I learnt that her name was Irene.
“Were you really going to use me in a story?” she asked after awhile.
“Probably.”
“And what would I be doing.”
“Dunno, I haven’t got that far.” I lied.
In fact I was in the process of concocting a nice little story in which Irene was going to be a very, very naughty girl in a threesome with two guys, only I didn’t think it would be a good idea to elaborate, if you catch my drift.
She looked at me rather nervously, “It’d be a shame to make up a story about me when I could tell you about something I really did when I was young and silly. I reckon it’d make a nice little story if you were interested. And, it’d be something else to see it actually published. So, what do you reckon?”
“Sure.” I answered as my interest quickly picked up.
A couple of nights later, I was invited around to Irene’s apartment to hear her story. As you can imagine, I was kinda excited by the whole thing, I was going to hear a real story from a woman whom I considered to be extremely erotic. Her apartment was on the ground floor of a three story block in an old established part of town, and I have to admit my heart was beating a little fast when I knocked on her door. Seconds later, I was inside her small modern and tidy abode.
“Would you like a drink before we start?” Irene inquired while moving to the kitchen.
“A beer would be good.”
I watched as she removed two beers from the fridge and poured them into tall glasses. It gave me time to discreetly admire her; she was dressed simply in a red tee shirt and very tight jeans. Her buttocks were large and full with wide thighs, but not unattractively so. When she walked towards me, my eyes drifted to the top of her thighs, where a small well formed gap caught my attention. After handing me a full glass, she sat down in a comfortable chair and directed me to a couch opposite.
“I feel kind of embarrassed now it’s come to the moment of truth.” she commented. “My sins are going to be public knowledge for the entire world to read.”
“Yeah, but no-one will really know who you are. It’s just a bit of fun really.”
“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” she replied reaching for a photo album on the floor beside her chair.
She opened the album open and flicked a couple of pages until she found what she was looking for, then turned it around and leaned over so that I could see.
“This story is about me and my friend Shelly, and what we got up to one Friday night when we in our early twenties.”
I took the album from her and looked over a page that held six photos; all were of Irene and another girl having obvious fun. Irene’s hair was much longer, and in some photos tied back in a pony tail. So similar in looks and the way they dressed, they could’ve easily have been mistaken for sisters. In a couple of photos, they were in bathing suits at the beach, and while Irene may have been a little smaller in those days, she was still pretty, voluptuously curvy with substantial breasts and matching buttocks and legs. Irene let me look for a few seconds, took a few sips from her glass and then made herself comfortable.
“Before I go into all the gory details, I suppose I should tell you a little about me and Shelly.”
“Go for it.” I replied. “I’m all ears.”
Irene’s story:
Shelly and I became friends while working in the office of a local travel agency. I suppose we both had the same quirky sense of humour which drew us together. We were soon hitting the local bars together or catching chick flicks at the movies. Back in those days, we had no worries or commitments and spent every cent we earned on clothes and having fun. Both of us still lived at home as we couldn’t afford to get a flat, mind you we were always talking about living together. The only thing I actually owned of any worth was an old Mitsubishi that mostly transported us from bar to bar. We didn’t earn much money working for the travel agency, but we didn’t have to work hard either, and could have lots of fun in a usually dreary working week. The only perk we really got was discounted travel which we used for our holidays.
So, as you can imagine, life was just one big party and the world was our oyster. We took no one seriously and spent just as much time insulting each other as we did anyone else. We were always planning our social life, bars, parties and weekends away. We had two wardrobes between us, being similar in size; we were able swap clothes at whim. We often joked that we would have to get old and fat together so we could continue to swap clothing. Neither of us would ever be skinny like the catwalk models, and quite frankly we couldn’t care less, people just had to take us as they found us.
The opposite sex was also high on our agenda, and while we weren’t looking for long term boyfriends, we were still interested in getting laid and often. If we met a guy and liked him, both Shelly and I were more than obliging in opening our legs for a bit of fun. In those days, we weren’t interested in the muscled hunks that paraded themselves around the beaches. We went for the skinny scruffy guys that I wouldn’t even consider now, but hell; it’s hard to put a wise head on young shoulders. Looking back, I reckon that we used those guys just as much as they used us. Shelly and I were quite happy to do it on the beach, in cars, old couches; a bed in those days was a real luxury. I even did it on the steps of a church overlooking a graveyard, but that’s another story. One night we did two guys in the same bed, we didn’t swap partners but we both thought about it but never said anything at the time. Pity really, because it would’ve been fun and it was an opportunity lost.
The night that I’m about to tell you about was a Friday night of a long weekend. Our intentions for the night were to hang out at the Orion Bar which boasted a great covers rock band. As the band didn’t start until around ten o’clock, we planned to kill time at Gilmore’s which had a large seated balcony area overlooking the beach. It was a good place to hang out in the early evening and watch the sun setting over the sea. We arrived around six, and Shelly grabbed a table while I got the first beers, the guy who served me seemed familiar for some reason but I couldn’t place him. I walked away from the bar trying to think who he was, but failed.
Over the next half hour or so, Shelly and I chatted away aimlessly as we usually did, but my eyes would occasionally flick back to the bar. Shelly eventually caught me and turned around to see what or who I was looking at.
“He’s your type.” she commented with a smile.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked with false aggression.
“Well, he’s ugly, skinny and can’t grow a beard.”
“It’s not cause I fancy him, I know him from somewhere but can’t remember where. It’s bugging the shit out me at the moment.”
“Not from the local VD clinic?” Shelly asked. “You’ve been down there a few times.”
“Only to keep you company.”
We both laughed.
Eventually, the barman in question began to wander the tables and collect empty glasses and bottles. I kept my eye on him hoping to solve the mystery. Shelly was right when she said he was ugly, his long hair was tied back into a pony tail. His face was long and covered with light brown fuzz that was supposed to be some kind of beard, but not a very good one. He was wearing jeans and boots with the standard bar uniform green shirt with logo. I tried to imagine what he would look like without the fuzz and short hair, but to no avail.
“Why don’t you ask him?” Shelly asked.
“Nah.”
With that, Shelly raised her glass and gulped down the remains of her beer and then held her glass out towards him.
“Hey, you can take this one too.” she offered.
He smiled, walked over to their table and took the glass, “Thanks.”
“Hey, my friend Irene thinks she knows you from somewhere. What’s your name?”
He turned and looked over inquisitively at Irene, “Wayne McKenzie.”
“Don’t know the name.” I replied. “But you’re kind of familiar. You live around here?”
Family lives in Franklin, about half and hour from here.”
“I live close to Franklin; did you go to Franklin High?” I asked.
“Yeah, but only for the last two years, we used to live on the other coast.”
And it was then that a flash went off in my head, I knew exactly who he was.
“You’re Bigisdickus.” I blurted out without thinking.
His face instantly transformed from one of polite interest to one of disinterested embarrassment.
“Bigisdickus?” Shelly exclaimed. “What the hell kind of name is that?”
He turned to me, “You tell her.”
And then he walked away while Shelly turned to me waiting for an explanation.
“Buy another round and I’ll tell you.”
Shelly walked over to the bar and ordered more beers; our friend was nowhere to be seen. She was soon back at the table and looking at me expectantly.
“Well.”
“This is all hearsay of course. He joined the swim team when he arrived at Franklin High, and in the showers it was soon noticed that he was hung like a horse. Some bright spark called him Bigisdickus and it kinda stuck. It eventually got shortened to Bigus and even some of the teachers called him that. The whole school knew why he was called Bigisdickus and it was kind of a standing joke. He didn’t like it at first, but he had no choice to accept it as his nick name. To be honest, I didn’t even know that his name was Wayne.”
“I bet he hated that.” Shelly commented.
“Dunno really. Thing was he was the best swimmer in the school and used to win every competition he entered. It gave him a little celebrity status I suppose.”
“I thought being hung like a horse would be reason enough.”
“I don’t know how much he got to use it in those days. There were lots of rumours about him shagging half the girls in the school, but no one I know ever confessed to having the pleasure.”
“Not even you?” Shelly asked after taking a pull on her glass. “I thought you would’ve been first in line for a quick shag with a big dick. Right up your alley I would’ve thought.”
I grinned, “Nah, I was still a virgin at school. The thought of some guy sticking his dick between my legs was kinda deplorable in those days.”
“Shit, you’ve sure made up for it since then.”
I poked my tongue out at her, “Cheeky bitch, you can talk. You’ve spread your fat legs for more dicks than me.”
It was true, I knew that Shelly had screwed four more guys than me, and I could name them if I had to. She grinned knowingly, for we had no secrets.
“So, how big was his dick?” Shelly asked.
“Dunno; never saw any photos, but the rumour was that it was long and fat even on a cold day after swimming practice. You could always ask him.” I suggested. “You’ve always wanted to try a big one.”
Shelly looked out at the ocean while taking another pull on her glass, “Nah, he’s too ugly.”
“Well just close your eyes and think of king and country. Anyway, it’d be a change for you, mostly it’s the guys that fuck you that have to close their eyes. You’re not exactly Miss World you know.”
“Shelly chuckled loudly, “Fuck you too.”
“No seriously, you should give old Bigus a roll. You’ll have no trouble accommodating him with a pussy the size of yours.”
“Well, of course he’d be no good to you, yours is big enough to accommodate a bus.”
“Probably two.” I agreed sympathetically.
For the next half hour or so, we traded insults each trying to better the other. The conversation revolved around Bigus and what a big dick would be like inside us. To be honest, it was something that we’d discussed many times. While we’d both had a fair amount of partners, neither of us had encountered a real biggy like in porno videos. Shelly and I bought our first vibrators together after plucking up enough courage to enter an adult store, but we had a great old time once we were inside. The guy behind the counter was a real comedian and he gave us good rundown on what was hot and what wasn’t. Needless to say, we’ve frequented his premises a few times since to boost our small collection of toys, but living at home has its downsides like where to hide your toys away from a prying mother’s eyes. Anyway, the point I’m coming to is that a while ago we purchased a big black nine inch dildo which has been lucky enough to sample both of our personal places. We both agree that it’s got some merit, but it’s not quite like the real thing of course.
As much as Bigus wanted to avoid our table, the growing number of empty glasses required his services, and eventually he wandered over.
“So Bigus, how big are you?” Shelly asked with some humour.
He looked straight into Shelly’s eyes and held her stare, I honestly thought he’d turn and walk away, but it shows you how much I knew about guys in those days. But he grinned mischievously and placed the thumb of his right hand on the corner of the table; he then stretched his hand wide along the edge and made a mark with the nail of his little finger.
“About that long.” he replied and then made a circle with his thumb and fingers. “And about that thick.”
Both Shelly and looked in amazement at his supposed size, it seemed beyond reality.
Bigus then leaned towards Shelly, “Don’t get too excited. I’d have to disappoint you, cause I don’t give lessons.”
Bigus then picked up our glasses and walked away; I took one look at Shelly’s fuming face and burst out laughing. It’s not often that she doesn’t get the last word in, but Bigus had certainly turned the tables on her
“Cheeky bastard.” Shelly commented. “I should give him a good seeing to after that. I’d like to fuck his brains out and then tell him he wasn’t big enough.”
“I dunno, that looks pretty fucking big to me.” I commented looking down at Bigus’s measurements on the table.
“That’s if he’s telling the truth.”
“Fair comment.”
Now, it would be fair to say that both Shelly and I were getting reasonably tanked up, and braver by the minute. The longer we sat there, the more Shelly was talking up the idea of conquering old Bigus. I just bided my time until he did his empty glass round again, and then called him over.
“Hey Bigus, my friend here doesn’t believe how big you are. She wants to try you out.”
He smiled, “It’d almost be worth it to hear her cry for mercy, she doesn’t exactly look the energetic type. She’d probably just lie back like a sack of potatoes and complain.”
“You’re probably right. Some of her old boyfriends have told me she’s a slack old fuck.” I replied adding fuel to the fire.
Shelly’s eyes narrowed as her irritation began to take over; she looked over at my grinning face and then turned her attention to Bigus.
“Okay big boy, you’re on. I’ll try you out, when do you finish up here?”
“Soon, I’ve been working all day. There’s another shift coming on.”
“Good.” Shelly replied. “You got anywhere to go?”
“Sort of.” Bigus replied.
“What do you mean, sort of?”
“I’ve got a van I used for surfing. It’s comfortable enough for what we want.”
“Okay, you bring the beers.”
“It’s a deal. See you soon.” he replied walking away to finish clearing tables.
“I hope you have fun.” I directed at Shelly. “You can tell me all about it tomorrow.”
She gave me a dirty look, “Don’t think you’re disappearing. You got me into this; I want you to come with me.”
“Bugger off.” I replied. “You don’t need me there. I don’t want to be the gooseberry while you fuck Bigus.”
“Not negotiable, I’m thirsty and it’s your round.” Shelly said banging her glass on the table.
Now, I don’t know whether it was the booze or not, but when Bigus arrived at our table half an hour later, he looked a little easier on the eye. He had removed his pony tail and his thick wavy hair hung to his shoulders. It’s got to be remembered that these were the days when long haired guys were all the go. Without hesitation, Shelly got up from her chair and followed Bigus out into the dark car park only stopping to ensure I was right behind her. Bigus’s van turned out to be a large windowless panel van, inside it was reasonably palatial with lined walls, a mattress and little cupboards to store things in. He told us that he lived in it in the weekends when they surfed up and down the coast. We jammed ourselves in along the bench seat; Bigus suggested a secluded little beach half an hour way where we wouldn’t get disturbed.
What I remembered about the drive out there, was that there was no talk of sex. It was if we were going shopping or to the movies. I have to admit that Bigus was quite an interesting character and told us funny stories of his surfing disasters. Eventually we arrived at a little cove in the middle of nowhere, and after parking we all climbed into the back and got stuck into a few more beers.
After her first bottle, Shelly turned to Bigus and grinned as she removed her shoes, “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”
He responded by stretching his long frame along the mattress and then looked expectantly up at Shelly. She raised herself to her knees and positioned herself close to Bigus; her hand ventured over the front of his jeans and stroked his bulge. I should point out that I could see perfectly what was going on as we’d left a dim light on the roof above the seat in the front on. Shelly then undid his belt and button of his jeans and then lowered his zip. Her hand disappeared under his boxers and explored what was beneath.
A big grin appeared on her face, “Oh my god.”
Her hands slipped around the top of Bigus’s jeans and began pulling them downwards; he humbly assisted by raising his buttocks and allowing both his jeans and boxers to be pushed down to his knees.
Well, the rumours were quite correct, and Bigus was indeed blessed with a big cock. It lay in all its splendour in what seemed to be a semi-erect state. It appeared long and thick; a layer of foreskin covered a bulbous head. Shelly ran her fingers along its length and then took it in her hand, lifting it upwards, she began to stroke it. Easing the foreskin down exposed a large pink shiny head.
“How’s that?” Bigus asked. “Big enough for you?”
Shelly grinned, “I reckon.”
For a little while, Shelly stroked Bigus’s cock, her fingers unable to circumnavigate its thick girth which had a tendency to lean to the right. It had got a little more erect but I soon realised that because of its size, he probably couldn’t get it really hard. It all seemed to be a bit of a waste to me. I mean, what use was a big cock, if it didn’t get hard? It was almost an insult, every cock I’d got my hands on stayed hard and erect until the show was over, and then I’d seen some that still stayed hard after it had fired its first load.
As Shelly stretched her lips over its head, I noticed Bigus’s hand slide up her top and stroke her boobs. I was now getting a little embarrassed about just sitting there and watching them.
“Hey guy’s, do you want me to go for a walk?”
Shelly raised her mouth from Bigus’s member and looked across at me. “Nope, you just stay right where you are. “I’m gonna show you how’s it done.”
I sighed and made myself comfortable against the side of the van. Bigus’s hand was soon inside Shelly’s top and playing with her boobs. When he got bored with that, his hand moved between her thighs and began stroking her pussy through the material then moved to her zip. Shelly lifted her mouth from his cock and knelt in front of him offering her belt and zip for his attention, he demonstrated superb skills in undoing both with one hand and then eased both her jeans panties down to her knees. Shelley then sat down and lifted her legs for him to remove both garments which was quickly accomplished; she then removed her top and bra. One of Shelly’s few attributes were her boobs which were large and full, and not yet ruined by age and gravity. She rolled over onto her knees and dangled her boobs in Bigus’s face for him to nibble on, and then rubbed them down his chest and over his cock which was lay up towards his navel. She placed it between her breasts leaving just enough of the head for her to nibble on. For a minute or two, Shelly sucked his cock noisily while dribbling a little saliva between her boobs for a little lubrication.
Again, Bigus’s hand was busy between Shelly’s parted thighs. Both Shelly and I reckon that she had strange pubic hair; most people including me have curls. But Shelly’s was long and almost straight, and could be combed into different styles like a Mohawk or pig-tails. Sometimes she would gel them for one of her numerous boyfriend’s perusal.
It took a while, but eventually Shelly got Bigus’s cock reasonably hard, it wouldn’t exactly stand up on its own, but it was certainly firm enough for Shelly.
“Okay big boy, let’s do it.” Shelly suggested and eased herself down onto the mattress.
I moved over and to the front a little to make more room, which left me close to Shelly’s head and shoulders. Bigus knelt between Shelly’s wide spread legs and gazed down at her hairy pussy for a few seconds while stroking his cock. He then leaned over her and balanced his weight confidently on one arm while directing his cock to Shelly’s waiting pussy with the other. Shelly raised her legs a little and then reached down to assist Bigus with his entry.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Shelly moaned as Bigus began to work his cock into her. “Slowly, slowly, slowly, take it easy.”
I watched with morbid interest as Bigus lowered his body onto Shelly and rocked back and forth inside her. Her legs were soon mounted around his thighs to control his movements, her hands around his shoulders clutching desperately at his skin. Bigus then began to pick up his pace a little and I could hear the slapping of skin on skin telling me he was in all the way. It was then that Shelly started her vocal rendition of a porno star.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.” she groaned each time Bigus pushed himself into her.
I was sitting close to Shelly’s face, her mouth hung open and moved each time she was penetrated. Her eyes were closed and her face a little distorted in either pain or ecstasy. While I didn’t mind watching, Shelly’s vocal tirade was starting to become a little irksome. I had been in the vicinity when she’d been screwed before, but she’d never made this sort of racket.
“Hey Shelly; how about keeping the noise down?” I commented after awhile. “You’ll wake up the dead the way you’re going.”
“Get stuffed.” she muttered between groans.
I laughed, “So how is it? Big enough for you?”
Shelly declined to answer.
Bigus looked over at me and grinned, “She sure has a tight old pussy.”
For the next few minutes, I watched them go at it with some interest. Bigus had settled his mouth on her boobs; he was licking and kissing her erect nipples as they moved up and down with the impact of their bodies. Now, I have to admit that by this time I was getting turned on also; my hand was now under my thigh with a finger discretely caressing my pussy over my jeans. I would’ve have dearly loved to have removed them and had a good old play with my clit, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Eventually, it was decided that a change of position was required. I watched as Bigus withdrew his body from Shelly, his shiny cock hanging downwards as it slipped out of her. Shelly moved over and Bigus lay face up on the mattress in her place, she then lifted a leg over his torso and raised his cock towards her pussy. In those few seconds, Bigus’s cock had started to wilt and Shelly had a trouble getting it back inside her again. Each time she pushed down on it, it would bend outwards instead of slipping inside her.
“Shit.” Shelly exclaimed as she removed her pussy and began to stroke his cock vigorously with her hand. “Come on Bigus, get it up for fucks sake.”
“Maybe you’re just too ugly.” I offered.
Shelly looked up at me and grinned before turning to Bigus.
“Hey Bigus, “Does your cock think I’m too ugly?”
Bigus was sort of embarrassed, “Nah, I reckon you’re great. It’s just that I have trouble keeping it hard for a long time.”
Eventually, Shelly got it hard enough for a second try and positioned herself over Bigus’s cock, this time it slipped inside her with ease and she carefully rode herself down on it.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” she groaned and then lowered herself onto Bigus’s chest.
The new position was a failure from the start; Shelly’s contribution was non-existent apart from slowly rotating her buttocks and making a lot of noise. It wasn’t long before Bigus’s cock again began to wilt, he tried to move under her but Shelly ain’t exactly a small girl and it was mission impossible. I had to laugh really, because I was gonna remind her at every opportunity of what a useless screw she was. Bigus soon rolled out from under Shelly and positioned himself behind her; she simply stretched herself out face down on the mattress and sighed deeply.
But Bigus, to his credit was no means finished; he knelt between her open thighs and slowly stroked his cock into a surprisingly erect condition. He then reached down and took hold of Shelly’s buttocks and eased them backwards towards him until she was on all fours. His cock was placed between her lips, and with a little push he slipped back inside Shelly.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” she groaned again as Bigus pushed deep inside her.
Bigus placed his hands around Shelly’s waist and moved her slowly back and forth.
Fully impaled on Bigus’s shaft, Shelly lowered her face to the mattress and braced herself for his onslaught.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.” she moaned while clutching hands full of the mattress.
Her noisy encore only got louder as Bigus picked up his pace, he was soon slapping hard against her buttocks with every stroke.
“C’mon Shelly, toughen up.” I encouraged. “I’m getting bored; just finish him off so we can get out of here.
I didn’t get much of a reply, just, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.”
Making sure they were both preoccupied, I allowed my hand to slip under my thigh so I could stroke my pussy again. I was now really wet and aroused watching Bigus and Shelly going at it, and was more than a little jealous of their togetherness. By this time, I quite fancied having a go at Bigus myself, but knew that it was unlikely. All I could do to have a little fun was tease Shelly.
I leaned down close to Shelly’s face and grinned, “So how is it? I thought he could put it in double with a pussy the size of yours.”
“Get fucked.” she whispered.
I laughed, “Oh don’t go like that; we’re friends. You were supposed to be teaching him a lesson, but I don’t think it’s him that’s getting the lesson. You’re the one making all the noise.”
“Fuck off and leave me alone you bitch.”
“Now, now. No need to be rude. Just hurry up and put him out of his misery.”
“He’s fucking killing me. If you’re so fucking smart, you have a turn. Then you’ll see what its like.”
I laughed, only because I knew that I was getting to her.
“Oh, c’mon now.” I teased. “It looks like you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Just admit it and call it quits.”
Shelly raised her head and looked back at Bigus, “Hey, I can’t do it anymore, but Irene said she’d finish you off.”
I glanced up at Bigus who was grinning from ear to ear; there was no question he was up for it.
“I didn’t say that at all.” I cried. “She’s just trying to get out of it because you’re too big for her. You just keep going and fuck some sense into her, she bloody needs it.”
“Aw, c’mon Irene, I know you wanna have a little turn.”
“Nope, not after he’s been sweating all over you.”
“What if I have a quick swim first?” Bigus asked hopefully. “Then I’ll be all nice and fresh for you.”
Before I could argue, Bigus had opened the door of the van and was sprinting across the sand towards the water and quickly dived in.
Shelly smiled gleefully at me, “It’s only fair that you have a turn, I wanna hear you scream for mercy.”
“There’ll be no screaming from me, it’s only a cock.” I replied.
“Tue, but it’s a very big cock; and you ain’t had one of those before.”
Seconds later, Bigus was back at the van, from under the seat he got a towel and quickly dried himself before getting in and closing the door. I looked down at his cock which had shrunk dramatically from the affects of the cold surf. After he had settled down on the mattress, I moved close and took his cock in hand. He sighed as I began to stroke it, and after a few seconds I could feel it swell under my touch. Leaning down, I ran my face up and down its length before slipping his large knob into my mouth. It was salty from his dip in the ocean, but I would rather that than sucking it straight after it’d been in Shelly’s pussy. She may be my best friend, but friendships do have limits. I sucked on his raised foreskin for a second or two before easing it downwards over the shaft. A little exploration soon told me that all I was going to get into my mouth was his knob, and I then began to work him with both mouth and hand.
I soon felt a wandering hand on my thigh and I parted my legs in anticipation, my invitation was accepted and my pussy was soon being teased. My belt and zip were soon unfastened, and my jeans were soon on their way downwards along with my panties. I was sort of embarrassed when Bigus found my pussy sopping wet, he knew that I was really turned on watching him and Shelly. He swiftly removed my top and bra leaving me completely nude with the exception of a wristwatch and a gold chain around my neck. We were soon lying side by side; his hand was tweaking my clitoris with some expertise while his mouth was giving by boobs a good licking. By this time, I had Bigus’s cock in a fine state of attention; I was stroking his shaft with one hand and fondling his balls with the other.
He then rolled me over onto my back, and I willingly spread my thighs in anticipation of being mounted. As he moved over me, I reached down and took his shaft and tentatively eased it between my pussy lips. I could feel him lean into me, and pushed back up at him. I parted my pussy lips with my fingers and his big knob slipped inside me. My pussy was now being stretched as never before and I waited for the pain that never arrived.
“Easy, easy.” I whispered into Bigus’s ear as he moved deeper inside of me.
His shaft was warm and filling inside me, the pleasure soon eased my fear, and I lifted my knees high against my chest. I was accepting his long strokes with ease, and I relaxed to enjoy the ride.
I looked over at Shelly and grinned, “See, no problems. It’s quite nice actually.”
“Oh yeah, we’ll see how you go after ten minutes of it.” she replied in a sultry tone.
I have to admit that Bigus wasn’t a bad lover; he was considerate with both his cock and his weight on my chest. He rode me gently, and the pleasure he gave me was extraordinarily good, I think that fact that his thick shaft was more pliable than rock hard helped. My pussy accepted his length okay, and it was only my outer lips that were taking some punishment, I knew I would be a little sensitive down there for a few days. Bigus’s hands were all over my body, if his hands weren’t playing with my boobs, his mouth would be nibbling on them. Every now and then, he would try and kiss me on the lips; I allowed his little pecks but avoided his attempts to slip his tongue into my mouth. I’ve always been a little funny about kissing, it’s okay if I really like someone and it’s a time of passion, but I don’t like guys whom I don’t care for sticking their tongue in my mouth. I suppose what I’m trying to say is, that it’s okay for a guy to stick his cock into me, but not his tongue. See if you can make sense out of that one.
Eventually, it got too hot and Bigus rolled off and lay beside me, I turned to face him and took his cock in hand to ensure it didn’t go soft on me for I hadn’t quite finished with him.
“What now?” I asked.
“How about doggie?”
I rolled over onto all fours and eagerly raised my pussy in anticipation, Bigus was soon behind me and I felt his cock slip between my pussy lips again. Reaching behind, I directed the large head to my opening and pushed back on it. I winced a little as my natural juices had failed me and I was a little dry. Bigus withdrew and rubbed his fingers over my pussy.
“I’ve got some lube somewhere.” he said rummaging around a shelf near the roof.
I rolled over on my back and watched him frantically searching for lube; now I have to admit that Bigus was well prepared for he quickly presented me with a bottle of KY. I took the bottle and squeezed some onto his cock and rubbed it in until it was nice and slippery, I then placed some on my pussy lips for good measure.
“Okay, assume the position.” he ordered.
“Yes sir.” I replied getting onto all fours and presenting my buttocks for his perusal.
This time, he slipped into me with ease, and he was soon pleasuring me with long strokes. His cock felt more formidable in this position and I was starting to feel the affects of his size, not that I was going tell Shelly who was sitting completely nude watching us. She leaned over and offered her beer bottle to my lips and I took a refreshing swig.
“Thanks.” I muttered.
How’s your pussy, still okay is it?” she asked knowingly.
“Fine.” I lied. “I like his big cock.”
“You wouldn’t be telling lies to your best friend would you?”
“Nope, I really do like it.”
“We can do this again if you like.” Bigus chipped in from behind.
“Maybe.” I lied.
This was just a bit of fun, but I reckon that neither Shelly nor I had any intention of making it a regular thing. Bigus just wasn’t the type of guy that we would usually drool over, big cock or not.
Bigus began to pick up a little speed with the intention of finishing inside me, even with the lubrication, my pussy lips were starting to get sore. His powerful thrusts slapping against me drove my face into the mattress and I began to pray for him to finish before he killed me. Luckily Shelly came to my aid.
“Hey Bigus, I wanna see you cum.” she suggested playfully.
“Me too.” I moaned hopefully.
Bigus withdrew from me reluctantly and I collapsed on the mattress in relief, I turned over and glanced up at him. His shiny cock hung low in all its glory, its pink knob poking out from under the foreskin.
“Can I cum on your face?” he asked.
“Hers, not mine.” Shelly promptly replied before I could.
To be truthful, at this moment in time, a face full of cum was more desirable than an extremely damaged pussy. And I suppose that I should be thankful that Shelly had rescued me.
“Sure, you can cum on my face.”
Bigus lost no time in dangling his cock in my face; I took him in my mouth and sucked on his knob. The taste of lube and my own juices didn’t quite measure up to a roast beef, but I could put up with it for a while. I began to stroke him as I sucked but it was soon apparent that I wasn’t going to make him cum. I knew from experience that guys have their own unique techniques in reaching orgasm.
Bigus repositioned himself beside my head and lowered his cock so that it was parallel with my lips. He began rubbing the knob over my lips while stroking the shaft with his hand. I opened my mouth a little creating a small valley through which I could insert my tongue. He began to get faster and faster and after about thirty seconds, I sensed he was ready to fire. I closed my eyes for fear of getting cum in my eyes, been there and done that, for those that haven’t, cum in the eye stings.
Now for some reason, I thought that a big cock would act like a canon and there would be cum flying from here to kingdom come. But for all his huffing and puffing, all Bigus could manage was a couple of little squirts and a resulting dribble. Some of it managed to leak into my mouth, and was promptly expelled with my tongue as it tasted just as bad as any other guy I’d ever met.
I gazed over at Shelly’s smiling face and reached out for the beer bottle that she held. Her smile widened as she lifted the bottle to her own lips and drained it, the bitch had got the last laugh and left me with the bitter taste of cum in my mouth. Now, Bigus on the other hand turned to be a better friend, for he opened another beer and presented it to me, the beer, while now quite warm helped refresh my mouth to an acceptable level.
We were soon leaning back on walls of the van drinking and chatting; we were comfortable in our nudity and made no attempt to cover up. I watched with some interest as Bigus’s cock shrunk and the foreskin slipped over the head. Even in a comatose state it looked substantial and dangerous.
“So, did you enjoy yourself?” Shelly directed at Bigus.
He laughed, “Sure did. I’ll never forget this night. What about you?”
“Yeah, it was a bit of fun, but it hurt after a while. I think I’ll avoid big cocks in future. Give me a good six or seven inches and I’ll be satisfied. How about you Irene, was it good for you?”
I thought about it for a second or two, “I’ll tell you tomorrow, I’ll have to see if I can walk first.”
We all laughed.
“What do other girls think of your cock?” Shelly inquired.
He smiled, “Some smile when they see it, others run.”
“I’m not surprised.” I replied.
“Know this older lady.” Bigus offered. “She really likes it, and is always ringing me up to go round to her place and screw her. Now she wants to take photos and put them on the net.”
“Go for it.” Shelly encouraged.
Bigus persuaded as to go for a swim, and once we were in, it was just lovely. We frolicked in the small waves until we got too cold, and then dried ourselves and got dressed. Half an hour later, Bigus dropped us back at the car park near my car, and after each giving him a peck on the cheek we let him drive away. We just stood and grinned at each other, for it was another night to remember between good friends.
“Told you that your pussy was much bigger than mine, you fucked him longer than I could.” Shelly mumbled and skipped away from me so that I couldn’t hit her.
I threw my handbag at her, which caught her in the shoulder, unfortunately it opened and all of the contents flew in all directions. We spent the next few minutes grovelling in the dark giggling as we looked for my makeup, car keys and all the other things that were in my bag.
As planned, we headed for the Orbit bar for a drink and to catch what was left of the gig. Shelly was still in fine form, when some guy tried to pick her up, she looked him straight in the eye and told him that he was wasting his time, for she had already been well fucked tonight. It was the best put down I’d seen, for the guy disappeared in a blink.
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Back to the present.
Irene shifted in her chair and looked over at me, “That’s my story. Do want to write about it.”
“Sure.” I replied. “It’ll make a good story. I’ll let you read it before I submit it if you want. You can change anything you don’t like.”
“Okay.”
“Did you ever run into Bigus again?
“Nah, we avoided Gilmore’s, we had no real interest in looking him up.
“What about Shelly, are you still friends?”
“She’s married with two kids. We have a girl’s night out every now and then, we have a ball and I take her home well plastered. We always have a laugh over that night with Bigus. She tells me her husbands got a nice little cock and doesn’t cause her too much trouble. Want another beer?” she asked.
Irene soon presented me with another chilled beer and I took a sip.
“So, do you think I’m a slut?” she asked.
“Nah. It was good fun back in those days. So long as no one got hurt, what was the harm?”
Irene grinned mischievously over at me, “I’m feeling kinda horny after telling you about Bigus. Do you wanna fool around a little?”
“Love to.” I replied after getting over the shock of her sudden proposal.
“Some conditions, while I like you, it’s only sex. I’m not looking for a relationship; I’m kinda off men at the moment.”
“Fine by me.”
“I don’t want you in my bed, so we’ll do it in here and then I’ll have to show you the door. I don’t want to be rude, but I’ve got a busy day tomorrow and I gonna need some sleep. Can you live with that?”
“Yep.’
“Good.” she replied getting up. “I’ll just get a blanket and a towel, don’t wanna leave a mess on the couch.”
Seconds later, she returned and stood before me and threw them both at me. She smiled as she slipped her top over her head leaving my eyes to feast on her large breasts which were trying hard to escape from a pink bra. She unzipped her tight jeans and wriggled the denim over her thighs before stepping out of them. She stood grinning provocatively before me with her hands on her hips. Her pale thighs were wide and round, matching pink panties squeezed her inner thighs leaving a small gap.
“You can do the rest.” she suggested.
I stood and took her in my arms, remembering her comments about not liking being kissed; I nibbled her neck as my hands reached around and unsnapped her bra with ease.
“Mmmm, you’ve done that before.” she suggested.
“Once or twice.” I commented while bending down to lick each large nipple.
I then knelt before her, kissed her thighs and traced my tongue along her panty line before easing her panties downwards so that she could step out of them. Her pussy was covered in a thin layer of dark curls; a perfumed scent greeted me as I ran my tongue as deep as I could between her thighs. She turned away from me after a few seconds and sat on the edge a chair, her hand reached for my belt buckle and my jeans were soon on their was downwards. Her hand was soon inside my briefs freeing my erect cock.
“I won’t exactly measure up to Bigus.” I commented as she fondled my erection.
“That’s not a bad thing.” Irene whispered as she lowered her mouth over my shaft.
Irene soon proved to be a competent sucker of a cock, with both hands resting on my knees, her warm lips and tongue teased my knob with some finesse, my knees were soon trembling with my excitement. She then removed her mouth and slipped back in the chair while pushing her buttocks forward and spreading her legs wide. I knelt in front of her and took in the fine view on offer. Her pink damp lips were thick; a large clitoris peeked out as if to welcome me. Below, her opening looked too small and fragile for a weapon such as Bigus’s. I ran my tongue up each thigh before settling on her pussy, she jumped as I slipped my tongue up and down her lips before concentrating on her clitoris. I could feel the warmth on my face radiating from her private place as I suckled on her.
“Mmmmmmmm, that’s nice.” she moaned
I then slipped a finger inside her and began to move it in and out while my tongue continued to assault her clitoris. I was allowed to do this until she pushed my face away.
“That’s nice, but I haven’t got all night, let’s just fuck.”
I raised my face from her warmth and manoeuvred my cock between her pussy lips. With a gentle push, my cock slipped inside her, and with a couple of strokes I was in all the way. Her pussy was deliciously warm and tight on my cock, and I began move back and forth inside her. Irene lifted her legs back to her chest and looked down at her pussy, she ran her fingers through her curls.
“My pussy’s going bald, my pubes used to be a lot thicker when I was younger.” she commented.
“Look just fine to me.”
“Mmmmm Mmmmmmm, this is nice.” she suggested after a while and then placed her legs over my shoulders.
As I began to pick up a bit of speed, Irene had to hold onto her boobs to stop them jumping around. I leaned forward and began playing with her nipples, tweaking them and pulling them with my fingers and making her laugh.
“Would you be offended if I used my vibrator on my clit?” she soon asked.
“Nope, so long as I can watch.”
“No problem at all.” she replied sliding her legs from my shoulders and easing herself forward from my cock.
Irene leapt of the chair with some agility and made her way out of the room returning a few seconds later waving a black and silver vibrator.
“Meet my best friend.” she said while settling back in the chair and spreading her legs. “Hurry up, put your cock back in me.”
I quickly obeyed and slipped back inside her warmth, she let me screw her for a few seconds before she turned on the vibrator and lowered it to her clitoris.
“I love to cum like this.” she whispered. “There’s nothing that makes me cum quicker than this.”
“Not even Bigus?”
Irene laughed, “Bigus didn’t make Shelly or me cum. Just shows you that a big cock ain’t everything.”
“But I haven’t either; you gotta use your toy.”
“True, but if you’d licked me for long enough you would’ve, this is just a short cut.”
Irene soon closed her eyes as the pleasure flowed through her, I could feel the sensation of the vibrator on my cock as she rotated it over her clitoris. Her pussy got wetter and wetter as I worked my cock inside her. She placed her feet on the floor and began to move with me as the vibrator brought her towards orgasm. I watched her face frowning in concentration, and her top teeth biting down on her bottom lip.
“Fucccccccccccccccccccck, this is soo good.” she moaned.
Then all of a sudden, her back arched high from the chair lifting her pussy, my cock nearly slipped out of, but I managed to keep it inside her.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fucccccccccccccck, here it comes.” she groaned.
I held her thighs tightly as she rotated her buttocks against my cock, I could feel her pussy convulsing on my shaft which in turn heightened my own excitement.
Ohhhhhhhhhh, shit, its so nice.” she whispered as she began to relax and roll the vibrator over her clitoris.
And then to my surprise, I found myself ejaculating deep inside Irene, she smiled after realising that her pussy was now full with my cum.
“Well, that’s a first for me, simultaneous orgasms.”
I laughed, “It wasn’t planned on my part, it just sort of happened. I could feel the vibrator on me, and watching you cum made me kinda lose it.”
“It was nice for me too.” she replied while moving back on the chair causing my cock to slip out.
I sat back on my haunches and gazed at the sight before me, her wet pussy lips parted with her clitoris on full display. Below, a large white globule of cum sat perched at her opening just waiting to drop. I picked up the towel she was sitting on and gently wiped her lips clean.
“Not a pretty sight eh?” she murmured.
“Nah, it’s a good looking pussy.”
“Thanks, it’s the best one I’ve got.” she replied. “Seen a few have you?”
“One or two, some look better than others.”
Irene then looked into my eyes for a few seconds and then stood before me; she pulled me up to my feet and then put her arms around me and held me tight.
“Just cuddle me for a bit.” she asked.
For a minute or two we stood holding each other before she guided me to the couch and fell on top of me. It was kind of strange really, for it was a moment of warmth without the passion. Our faces lay cheek to cheek but there was no intention of our lips meeting for a first kiss.
“This is nice.” she offered after a while.
“You okay?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Try me.”
Irene hesitated with her emotions; did she want to share her story with this man she asked herself? While she had openly shared her story about Bigus, there had been no intention of revealing her most recent disaster, but the words just tumbled out.
“Carl and me had been going out for about eighteen months.” she started. I was sure it was the real thing; you know long term commitment walking down the aisle, mortgages and kids and all that. Anyway, a month back we were partying with another couple and things got a bit out of hand. A hot spa led to massages and then all four of ended up in a double bed. It was like old times really, doing it with Carl and watching the others doing it next to us. Then the idea of swapping came up, the other couple suggested it and Carl wanted to. But I couldn’t do it, and Carl got all shitty with me. He wanted to argue and I didn’t, so I got up and left them to it. Carl came out of the bedroom ten minutes later and I knew he’d had a quick threesome. We had a huge fight, we both said things that we shouldn’t have, and the rest is history. So now I’m a single woman again.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Anyway, that’s why I’m off men at the moment. Consider yourself lucky you got my panties off.” She then looked at her watch, “Oops, getting late and time for you to go.”
And few minutes later, I was in my car heading home.
It took me a good week to write this story, and when I finally finished the draft, I then
Emailed it to Irene for her perusal. I knew there was something missing from it, and it finally dawned on me that it was completely lacking in emotion or feelings. I got a quick response back from Irene who was back to her normal chirpy self. She laughed and told me she liked my story, and couldn’t wait to see it published so that she could tell Shelly all about it. Shelly would be absolutely mortified to find the story of her and Bigus on the web for all to see. It was then that I then mentioned my concern about the lack of emotions and feelings in the story. Irene responded by telling me there were no emotions involved, it was just good old low down dirty promiscuous sex. While they kinda liked Bigus, there was never any intention of ever seeing him again. And if it hadn’t been the interest in the big dick syndrome, it never would’ve happened.
And as for us doing it a few nights previous, she just wanted a little loving and had no regrets. Irene then laughed mischievously and suggested that if the story got good feedback, she might then consider trying for another simultaneous orgasm. I have to admit that the thought of going another round with Irene is kinda exciting. There’s something about this woman that intrigues me. She’s just so confident and sassy with a good sprinkling of humour. But beneath that façade, I reckon there’s a good warm woman that I’d like to get to know. So Literotica readers, how about giving this little story the thumbs up and help me get between those lovely strong thighs again. Don’t I deserve it?