Gender: Male Age: 33 Location: USA
|Introduction: Charlie's getting wistful, but alas, he still has to live the life of a forlorn high-schooler.|
So yeah, I totally set you guys up to have to wait for updates because of, you know, life and stuff. Who knew I’d get so into writing this series? I’ll continue to do my best to update in a timely manner, and keep all these installments in that 90% range so my ego can be effectively coddled.
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October 20, 1994
This is about the third time I’ve tried writing this passage. I’ve written, erased, torn pages out, and maybe this time it’s going to stick.
Because if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that it’s really super easy to digress back to the attitude – and maturity – of a 15-year-old. Because that’s what I’ve been acting like.
Because yesterday, I cried. I fucking cried. Amanda broke up with me and I cried. Like a bitch. Because a 15-year-old girl dumped me. I mean, seriously? I am not very proud of myself right now.
Let me back track. First of all, it turns out that Amanda and I had nothing in common (besides epic sport fucking). That shouldn’t be a surprise. I am 69. And she’s 15. But I guess if you think about it, she’s 69, too, if you wrap your head around it. Part of our age is that we have shared experiences and Amanda and I certainly have shared experiences. But I digress – we still had jack shit to talk about after fucking. It even got to the point where I was asking her “how’s school?” while in the pillow talk stages. Shit, that’s how I talked to my own children when I had nothing to talk about. It was fucking absurd.
And then there was the pressure at school. Convince me all she’d like that she had no problem dating me, a verifiable nerd and social nobody – as well as somebody who RAPED her – but it was an issue.
First, the rape allegation was a two-way deal. First, at my request, I DEMANDED that she dispel the rape rumor by telling anybody who would listen that I didn’t rape her, it was a big misunderstanding, and that we were a happy couple now.
Which led to a myriad of questions.
“What do you mean, misunderstanding? Did you lie? Did he lie? Why would you lie about a thing like that?”
“Why the hell are you with HIM? He’s a dork. He probably has a huge schlong, doesn’t he?”
“You mean he does have huge schlong? Seriously? It’s that big??”
And so on. Now, while this did wonders for my self-image and my general popularity amongst the townspeople, it didn’t really impact her in the most positive light. She came off in this whole deal as a liar and a bit of a slut.
So there’s that.
Then there’s the small matter of her reputation.
First, I knew every guy wanted to fuck her. It’s been that way since the 8th grade. She’s always been regarded as the finest piece of ass in school. She just oozed sex – even if she wasn’t necessarily the hottest girl in school, she was just overflowing with sexuality. I guess, she had that air of “slut” that just attracted guys.
But it was because of that that she had no real female friends. None. Zero. She had all kinds of guy friends because, let’s admit it, they were constantly making inroads to bang her.
So the cause-effect of this was that her magical popular pixie dust did rub off on me – I was suddenly a “somebody,” --- the guy that is taming Amanda Geary. And to those in the know, I did it by waving around a huge dick.
But that’s the thing about a huge dick. It’s a major disarming device. To other dudes.
Though nobody really had any clue HOW BIG my dick was, they knew it must be pretty fucking massive. Massive enough that her male friends just kind of --- faded away. They knew they couldn’t get into a pissing contest with me. Guys base so much on the size of their cocks. If Guy A is smaller than Guy B, it is a universal truth that Guy A will cower and hide without so much as a fight. And I’ll be damned if that’s what happened.
I was thankful for it because I wasn’t much in the mood to have to compete constantly with other guys. My entire life, even going back to college and the whole bit, I hardly ever had to do that, and when I did, it never went well.
But the truth was, these douche bags kept her happy. The chorus of adoring men aiming their pencil dicks in her general direction was the fuel she needed to get up in morning.
And now, because of me, all that was gone.
But it was about more than all that. Turns out she kept out a pretty fucking major detail that should have come to light when we were hooking up.
So the way we got together – the whole, I-dumped-Carlos-he-hit-me blah blah blah?
Yeah…. Didn’t exactly go down like that.
Here’s the Cliff’s Notes version of how her relationship ended.
Essentially, after Carlos kicked my ass, he kind of lost his shit. He couldn’t believe his girl would cheat on him. And the fact that I was a white geek really fucked his shit up. So since he’s a violent guy by nature, he hit her. Repeatedly. Kind of just the same way I imagined in the breakup story she told me.
What she didn’t tell me was, AFTER he beat her ass, bruised her up and all that, it was HER, not HIM, that begged for forgiveness. She begged for him to take her back. And he wasn’t having any of it.
And it wasn’t more than 20 minutes after he told her to take a hike that she showed up at my baseball practice sniffing up my tree.
So she lied to me about being this strong, independent woman who doesn’t take guys’ bullshit, and instead, serves up a serving of bullshit in her own right into my willing, horny mouth.
Despite ALL that, having every reason in the world to break it off with her, she dumps me, citing the “loss of her life and happiness.” And it’s me that cries. Right in front of her. Like a little 15-year-old bitch.
But it’s probably good that it ended. There’s not much you can do with a relationship based solely on sport fucking.
But I guess the real question is, what now? What does my future hold?
October 26, 1994
How could it be that I’m 69 years old, and I have a problem with being outgoing – with a bunch of fucking teenagers. I mean, seriously? I’m shy and eager to impress 15 year olds?
I should be socially dominating these fools. I should be one step ahead of all of them because I have a lifetime of experience that they don’t. But I’m too concerned with appearing “cool”. And I need to keep reminding myself that they are actually MY AGE. Just younger looking. Like I’m younger looking. Fuck, this all just confusing.
But I digress --- here’s the deal. I miss my wife. I’m obsessed with it. I mean, I remember her phone number still. After all these years, I remember the phone number she had in high school. I remember that it “rhymed”. 979-5885. And she thought mine rhymed too. 977-7484. Yeah, we were dorky like that.
And I must admit, I called her once. And I heard her voice. Her 13 year old voice but I could still tell it was her. And I said nothing. I thanked God this was the time before Caller ID and I hung up.
I’ve been sitting alone imagining what it would be like to be with her right now. She used to tell me stories about what she was like in middle school. My middle school stories were steeped in hardship, pain and a lot of instances of getting my ass kicked by homies from the west side.
Hers, however, were different. She said she was one of the first girls to get boobs, and that really impacted everything. She was rocking a full C-cup by age 12 and had swelled to a D by 13. And she said she hadn’t started to gain weight until about 15 or 16 (when I first met her, she was about 180 or so and 15, and most of the weight had to be in her tits). So that means that somewhere out there was my future wife, with a skinny waist and a pair of freshly sprouted D-cups. Fuck, I get hard just thinking about it.
But all I have is fantasies, I suppose.
I imagine that I do get the balls to call her, and after showing some insights into what make her her, since I know her inside and out anyway, I get a date with her.
Then I “meet” her. I arrive at her house, the house I already know for obvious reasons. I imagine myself laying eyes on her 13-year-old form that more looks like a 19-year-old underwear model. She has her light brown hair (pre numerous dye jobs over the years!), those little chubby cheeks and that tiny, cute mouth that was her trademark, a perfect smile, and the biggest pair of heart-melting brown eyes.
Then the fun part. My wife. Wearing that size 4 she always told me about back in 8th grade. Wearing a 34D bra. Her tits looking monstrous on her small frame. Rocking that body that she said got her asked out by 20 guys in the 8th grade – and she turned all of them down.
Then I take her out on a date. Likely to a show or something, since I know she loves musicals --- it was kind of our thing (I know it’s gay, but I loved making her happy, and there’s nothing like post-Les Miserables head!)
But I’d be deflowering her. She didn’t lose her virginity until she was 15 (not to me --- some other fuckface). So I’d have to work up to it. She was so shy at that time, so I’d kiss her lightly, show her attention without asking for anything in return. Kiss her on her little lips, slip my tongue into her apprehensive mouth, a little like penetrating her for the first time as she received that very first kiss.
Then I’d move down to her neck. It was always her button. I’d lick, lick again, then bite. HARD. It always sent her through the roof. Then work my way up to her ear lobe, biting her there and sticking my tongue in her ear. She was strange --- she always loved the more sloppy insertion of my tongue into her ear as opposed to the more surgical entrance.
Then her upper back --- she loved to be touched lightly there with the tips of my fingers. She’d literally purr like a cat – and it was the final move to make her wetter than a water park.
Then I’d work my way down to her top. Now that she trusted me to focus my attention on her and make her feel good, which was such a big deal to her since she had major trust issues with the men in her life, an asshole stepdad and brother to deal with, she loved it when anybody made it about HER.
I’d lift that top and expose her bra, and behold those fucking monsters sitting high and perky on her chest, newly grown in. Her epic cleavage dipping down. And if her action as an adult was any indication, she probably mis-sized her bra, meaning she probably wore a DD at 13 but she couldn’t find one. She always overflowed out of EVERY bra.
I’d lick at her overflowing titflesh, penetrating my tongue down her awe-inspiring line of cleavage. Then I’d lift the bra up, letting those puppies fall free and exposing those perfect nipples I remember. A lovely hue of dark pink and areola that were impossibly big. On her full grown F-cups, her areolas were probably the size of a CD, and her nipples itself were giant. I loved sucking on them until they hardened like crystals and were an inch long. Hell, I remember her not being able to breast feed our kids simply because her nipples were too big for a baby’s mouth!
Then I’d expose her pussy, probably barely being populated with hair, freshly pink, with that cute little mole I remember right in the middle of her pubic forest, appearing more prominent now. Scratch that --- she never shaved in our whole marriage so I’ll imagine her freshly shaved.
I dip my tongue down to her pussy and give her that feast that I always gave her. I’d lick that Alphabet with my tongue, which always made her crawl up the walls. Even imagining her moans right now, it’s enough to make me cry. God I miss her so much. I miss her old dusty ass. Fuck!
But I’m looking down now, and imaging fucking the busty 13-year-old version of my wife has gotten me impossibly hard.
Jerking off with a huge cock is such a different thing now. I used to just wrap my hand around it, my head barely sticking out past my thumb, and just jacking as fast I could.
Now, as weird as it sounds, I can’t do that anymore. I kind of have to wine and dine myself, if you will. Since I have room for two hands (fuck, I have room for four hands), I can do an ambidextrous masturbation session – and it certainly feels so much better!
First, I can’t explain the feeling of having a full 12 inches of you feel hard instead of just 3 or 4. It’s almost too much to take. And I get so fucking rock hard. It’s always been my talent, I guess. And to still be able to do this now that I’m so big is awesome. I loved pressing on the top of my cock head, right at the entry of my piss hole, and feeling the peak of my erection bone there. I’d press down hard and send shock waves of pleasure and pain up and down my shaft.
And the damn thing was so veiny now since it needed so much blood to get hard. It was like having another pair of balls or something, as weird as that sounds. You know that feeling you get when you rub your balls lightly while you’re jerking off? Your cock veins have the same affect. The best is when you push your hard cock backward, creating the most tension and pressure, and making those veins bulge. Then you lightly trace your veins slowly with your fingers and it feels just like you’re rubbing your balls. Fuck, that feels so good.
I go back and forth between being light about how I handle myself, and being rough. When I’m rough, I’d grab with both hands, and the fact that I wasn’t even close at getting my hand all the way around it would just make me harder. And I’d put one hand at the base and another near the head. Then I’d jack, twisting as I went to milk it. Usually, a combination of going hard at the top while going softer at the base was the best combination.
And I can’t stress how much of a fucking turn on it is to look down at your cock, know it’s YOUR cock and see how fucking big it is. It’s a sight I’ve imagined my whole life and now, here it is. Daily. For the taking. I’m not gay, as the idea of ever interacting with another man’s cock was just disgusting, but I always loved the look of a huge, fucking throbbing cock, and I always juxtaposed that huge cock I’d see in a porn or something onto my body. I always wanted that power that a huge cock brings. And now I had it. I had a big cock to finally go along with my already existing talents of shooting endless ropes feet into the air, my ability to will a woman to orgasm without even getting my cock involved. I loved having the ultimate sexual finale. It made me drunk with power.
I suppose that’s a perfect segue way to the reason I started writing like 10 pages ago – to tell the story about how I’m becoming this strange awkward legend at my school.
I’ll go back to the outgoing thing. My first time around, I couldn’t talk to girls. I can’t explain it, but I accepted it as a fact that I would never get a girlfriend. Like it was something not meant for me. I was never anywhere close to even getting a girlfriend.
This time around, hooking up with Amanda changed everything. At least as far as giving me an “image.” My image is of “the guy with a big cock who’s also a weird nerd.” I’d read enough dirty stories and watched enough porn that I was completely expecting that once the school found out about my cock, all the girls would be overcome and want to fuck me.
And yeah… that hasn’t happened.
Oddly enough, the word hasn’t spread like I thought. Much too taboo of a thing to talk about, I guess. And since she broke up with me, a lot of people had theories it was a lie anyway. Like it was something Amanda made up to justify dating a geek like me. But what HASN’T gotten around, like, at all, is the fact that I KNOW HOW TO FUCK. I know what I can do to Amanda and what I can do to all girls. Hell, I was like that the first time around in life with a teeny tiny dick. As long as I was able to actually GET THE GIRL to be with me, once I had her, she was fucking mush and speaking my praises. And it was very common for me to have a girl pine for my dumb ass after we broke up. She missed how much I made her cum and how I made her feel.
Now I have that sexual power, but to the power of 10. And NOBODY FUCKING KNOWS ABOUT IT! I was hoping everybody would just find out. Who knew that Amanda was so tight-lipped?
I’ve had a couple instances of girls asking me if it was “really that big.” And I’d try to use that as a jumping off point to create a hookup.
Turns out that was just a pervy move. And that was DEFINITELY the kind of stuff that made it around the school.
So let me amend: I’m a “geek, with a huge cock (probably), who tries way too hard to get girls and is a huge fucking pervert. I mean, did you hear how he propositioned Christina? God!”
Hence all my pining for my wife. Because the every day sucks, I’m questioning my appeal to teenagers and I’m still awkward – just like I always was – with girls and friends.
And that’s what created the latest occurrence. Meredith Johnson and Jill Clark.
Meredith Johnson was a teenage boy’s wet dream. In high school, she probably had the biggest tits and the most curvy body. While Pam Martinez was petite with huge tits, Meredith was taller, probably 5’7”, with wider hips but probably bigger tits. They were like a cup size or two larger than softballs. Their roundness were the biggest feature --- If she were older, you’d assume she had breast implants. That’s how perfectly round they were. Yet, they somehow seemed vaguely proportional to her body. Add to it that she was a blonde with big brown eyes, and yeah, you get it.
My first time around high school, Meredith had this other blonde friend of hers, and that was Jill. I’d always see her on my way home from school, walking with Meredith. And Jill would proposition me. I’d walk by her and she’d fucking proposition me. It was the craziest thing and it scared me to death. I’m sure she did it just to fuck with me and see my reaction. And my reaction was to get scared, put my head down, and walk/run away.
So I’m walking near the parking lot, and who do I see? Meredith and her forward friend. And she propositions me.
“Hey hot stuff,” Jill said to me. “How about you and me get together after school?”
And my reaction was --- well --- you judge for yourself: I proceeded to look at her, stop in my tracks --- and put my head down and walk/run away.
Like seriously. WHAT THE FUCK!?
I didn’t think on my toes quickly enough to take the bait – or at least have fun with it – since I had been so sullen and weird lately.
But then it occurred to me. She did it to me again. I remembered her propositioning me a couple times back in the day, so that meant she would do it to me again. Of course, I reacted the same each time, but this time around, I was going to change that.
I walked by the parking lot at the same time each day, as the episode always happened in the same place. First day – nothing. Second day – nothing. This went on the same until the sixth day – yesterday. She was back again and again, she asked for my attention.
“Hey stud!” Jill said. “Come here. Talk to me.”
Jackpot. I stopped what I was doing. Went right over to her.
“Absolutely. I’d talk to you and your striking friend as long as you’d like.”
They both blushed. I was getting somewhere with this.
“I’m Jill. And this is Meredith. We were both talking about how we thought you were SOOO HOT!” They said it while stifling a laugh. This was obviously a joke to them. I had to turn the tables.
“You know, I was just thinking the same thing about the two of you,” I said. “But then I told myself, you know, when I look at these two girls, there is no way that… they’re hot enough for me.”
That changed the expressions on their faces.
“Excuse me?” Jill said.
“Yeah. Like, when I fuck girls, I usually bang girls waaaay hotter than you two.”
Now, they were pissed. Jill kept doing the talking.
“There is no way you can get any girl to fuck you, let alone girls as hot as us.”
I just scoffed at them and looked away.
“Whatever. Later!” And I turned my back and walked away. I know this was a gamble. But I was sure it was going to work. You don’t question a hot chick’s hotness. She’ll always have to prove…
…it. Meredith was the one yelling out at me, and I heard Jill whisper something to her, like she was yelling at her under her breath.
“Who have you, you know, been with, then?” Meredith said, almost chaste. It was so hard to look her in her eyes. She was wearing a thick sweater, but the sheer size of her tits stretched the material so where you could see the white fabric of what was probably a camisole peeking out through the holes of the material. They were so fucking huge. I snuck a peek at Jill and she was good looking in her own right, but didn’t compare to Meredith. She was kind of a “butter face” as she had a pasty, plain looking face with acne and all that, but had a nice head of bleach blonde hair and a pretty kicking body. I’d estimate she was a size 10 or 12 with at least a C cup.
I laughed. “Listen, I’m a gentleman and I’ll never kiss and tell. I have more respect for my ex than that. I know that makes it sound like I’m lying about it, but trust me, the girl I was with, we had a pretty bitchin’ time.”
Jill said, “So, tell us about it. Give us details.”
I smiled and laughed. “Naw, maybe some other time.”
“Pleeeasssee?” Meredith asked.
I couldn’t say no to this goddess. I had to keep this up.
“Okay. I’ll tell. Promise not to laugh, OK?”
“Well, the thing is, I have a really big dick.”
They laughed like idiots. “OK, dude, whatever.”
“I’m serious. It’s a really important part of the story.” They rolled their eyes. “So, I’m in gym class, and I am wearing a new, snug pair of gym shorts. And she notices. And she’s really hot. Way out of my league. But she just keeps staring.”
They seemed to be weirded out by how dismissive I was about the “big dick” fact. “What do you mean?” Jill asked. “How big are we talking?”
“Big enough to notice,” I said, and they immediately darted their eyes down. With this newly big cock of mine, when I was soft, it was the kind of big that you only really noticed if you were looking for it. If you were looking for it, though, you definitely noticed.
And, yeah. THEY NOTICED. I continued my story.
“So anyway, she pulls me aside and asks me how big my cock was, one thing leads to another, and we had sex behind the school.”
“And that’s it?”
“Well, she dumped her boyfriend for me, we hooked up, we fucked like jackrabbits. One time, we even fucked at a hotel pool in front of these old people. That was interesting…”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling us everything?”
“I’m a guy. I don’t go into detail.” Then I made my move. I rubbed my hand down Jill’s arm and looked at Meredith. “If you’re super curious, you could always find out for yourself.”
They looked at each other, trying to communicate wordlessly with just their eyes. Then I decided I’d leave them hanging.
“Eh, I’m just messing with you. I’ll see you guys later, huh?”
And I walked off. Sowed the seeds for the future, I did.
Then today came. They came looking for ME.
“So, Charlie, was it?” Meredith asked.
“Yeah. Hi Meredith. Jill.”
“Well, I live around here,” Meredith told me. “Just two blocks away. Maybe the three of us could, you know, spend lunch at my house later today?”
I thought about it for a second. Wow, girls really are easy at this age.
“Sure. Sounds like fun.”
It was so damned funny how the upper hand had been changed, with the girls going from bitches trying to play a trick on me to needy, insecure girls asking for a hookup.
Lunch came and Jill, Meredith and I went to walking. It was pretty amazing that I had somehow gotten a couple of fucking juniors to go along with this. That is like high school sorcery.
“So,” I began as we trekked to Meredith’s house. “What do you want to do when we get to your house?” I asked, feigning innocence. I wanted them to say it. To ask for it. To beg for it.
Meredith laughed. “Nothingggg….” She said. Jill was much more fidgety today than she was yesterday. She was the one not talking now.
“Well, you’re the host, Meredith,” I said. “I’ll let you decide on the entertainment.” She just blushed and giggled.
We arrived at her house and we settled in the living room. There was awkward silence so I had to break it. “So, what do you want to do?”
They smiled at each other. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” Jill asked. Fuck, these chicks were a train wreck. I suppose I had to take the lead. First, a quick test.
“Can I maybe get something to drink?” I asked. “Maybe a beer?” I whispered. They smiled and both of them practically knocked each other over fetching my beer. Now these are my kind of girls!
All three of us now had a beer and were just looking at each other.
“Want to play a game?” I asked. Still had to move this thing along.
“Maybe a little truth or dare?” Why not? It always worked in porn, dirty stories, and cheesy teen movies.
They giggled and nodded. Let the games begin!
“OK, Jill. Truth or dare?”
OK, I had to make it a good one, but work my way up to the really good stuff. “So did you really think I was hot and wanted to talk to me earlier, or were you just fucking with me?”
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I --- uh, was playing a joke on you.” Yeah, I knew it. Either way, I pretended to be sad. “But I’m not joking with you now. After talking to you, and, you know, if everything you’ve told us is true, I don’t know. I think you are cute now.”
“OK, that’s fair. Your turn, Meredith. Truth or dare?”
Up the intensity. “Have you ever sucked a guy’s dick before?”
She giggled and then looked at Jill, who also giggled. “Once. There was this one guy. And me and Jill wanted to mess with him, so….” She giggled again. “We kissed each other and he got really turned on, then we got really turned on, and one thing led to another and we kind of took turns sucking on it. But I’ve never sucked a dick on my own.”
I looked at both of them, kind of shocked. I let that smile form on my face, then let it change to an inquisitive look. “Hmm, very interesting…”
“OK, Charlie,” Meredith said. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”
I wanted the good stuff to happen, so…
“Eh, what the hell. Dare!” I waited with baited breath for what they would come up with.
Meredith smiled nice and big. “I dare you to show us your dick.” Yeah, pretty much what I expected.
“OK. I suppose I asked for that. You guys sure you’re ready? It’s pretty big.”
“Just fucking get it out already!” Jill said.
“Jesus you girls are pushy!” I stood up and began to unbutton.
“Look,” Meredith whispered to Jill. “You can already see it.”
I just smiled and began to unzip. I reached into my pants and fished my soft cock out. Their eyes got so unbelievably wide.
“Oh. My. God,” Jill said. Meredith’s mouth was just agape. “How the fuck to do you walk around with that thing?” Jill asked.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I just do.”
“Oh my god, Mer, it’s not even hard!” As they said that, it began to get hard. It was pretty obvious – it kind of bounced and suddenly grew like 2 or 3 inches as it began to make its way toward its ultimate length. They both just let out this half lustful laugh when they saw it move.
“OK, girls. Your turn. Jill, truth or dare.” Jill did nothing.
“Jill?” I asked.
“Jill!” Meredith yelled.
“Oh, sorry,” Jill said. “Just kind of, you know, FUCK!” she said, her eyes glued to my cock.
“Truth or dare?” I asked. As I did, I began to put myself away. “NO!” Jill snapped. “Don’t put it away. Keep it out for us?”
I pretended to ponder her request before keeping it out. “OK, I suppose. So, the question remains, truth or dare.”
“Uhhh, truth?” Well shit! Had to get some good info out of this one. “What is your and Meredith’s bra sizes?”
Meredith smiled. “You like boobs, don’t you?”
“Eh, who doesn’t. So, Jill, what’s the answer?”
Then Jill gave the most inspired answer I could imagine. “You could always check for yourself.” Meredith looked at her with total indignation. She said WHAT???
“How will he do that?” Meredith asked.
“Easy. Just turn around and let him check the tag on the back of your bra.” Holy fuck, this was going to be awesome.
They both turned around, and I went to Jill first. I began to flip the back of her bra over so I could read the tag. Then I decided, what the fuck, let’s go for it. I placed my fingers on the bra so I could undo all three hooks of her bra with one pinch.
“Oh, fuck. I didn’t mean to do that,” I said. Then I looked. “I see they’re a 36C though. Respect.”
“Hehe, my turn!” Meredith announced. Damn, she was getting into this.
Fuck, I have spent an entire lifetime wondering the answer to this question: What are the size of Meredith Johnson’s tits? I couldn’t even ponder the “What do Meredith Johnson’s tits look like?” question.
So I moved over to her. My cock immediately started lengthening. As it grew, it hit the top of her exposed back as I placed both hands on her bra back.
“Oooh, what was that really hot thing that touched my back?” she asked. She knew. I knew she knew. So I just got harder.
I tried for the same move. I placed my fingers on each side of the snap and they were too fucking tightly wound. I couldn’t open her bra.
“Here,” Meredith said. “Let me help you.”
She turned around and lifted her sweater over her tits. Holy fuck, were they huge. Fuck softballs. Maybe closer to basketballs.
She reached behind her back and finished unhooking. Then she released her tits, and oh my fucking God.
They barely sagged as they were so fucking full. Easily wider than her chest. Her areola were big but very light, and her nipples were small and a shake darker. But fuck, those tits were exquisite. She handed me her bra with a smile.
“36F? Fuck.” I said exasperated.
“So, I think it’s my turn,” Meredith announced.
I was so flustered, it took me a moment to collect myself. “OK, what…”
Fuck, she was so into this. I pondered whether I let this escalate more slowly or more go for the kill.
“OK. I dare you to make out with each other just for my sheer enjoyment.” Hell, they did it once before apparently, right?
They giggled, and approached each other. Wrapping their arms around each other, they began to kiss each other lightly. You can tell Meredith was way more into it. Wow, what a change from a girl who seemed like the shy one at first.
They pulled apart and Meredith looked at me with a sultry smile. “Your turn… and you better fucking say ‘dare’.”
“Alright then. Dare it is.”
“You fucking do everything to us that you did to your little girlfriend.”
And that, my friend, is how I found myself in my first threesome.
We became a sea of hands and stripped each other’s clothes off. I paid particular attention to Jill’s rack, and her tits were nice, with silver dollar sized areola, medium brown, and thick, dominant nipples. But they were still nothing compared to Meredith’s epic, gravity-defying monsters. Needless to say, I was rock hard. Jill was the first one to grab hold of it.
“Fuck, Charlie. How big is this thing?”
“It’s about 12 inches,” I said, which produced a chorus of “wows” from the girls. “You see this, Mer,” Jill said. “We have a real life 12-inch cock to play with.”
“Yeah,” I said. “You can fucking tell your grandkids about it.” They both grabbed it at this point and they just looked at each other. They both put both of their hands on it, and before I knew it, I was getting a four-handed handjob. Un. Fucking. Believable.
A four-handed handjob is a bit awkward, as both girls take turns switching hand positions and deciding whether they should twist with each stroke or not, but once they settle on technique, holy fuck. It’s hard to explain what it feels like having four hands on our cock at once, gripping it like vices. It’s even harder to explain what it feels like when two tongues simultaneously touch your cock head in unison.
Neither of them blew particularly well. They couldn’t do much more than maneuver the head into their mouths. But they did lots of licking up and down the shaft, and that is just an unreal sensation.
I had been waiting for a chance like this forever, not only for obvious reasons, but I wanted to test my ability to multitask. I then took it upon myself to directly respond to Meredith’s dare, and do to them what I did to Amanda. In short – make them cum everywhere.
I began by kissing Meredith all over to map out her spots. At the same time, I lightly ran my fingers up and down Jill’s nearby body. It was tough paying attention to two girls at once, but I did discover that licking Meredith in the area right under the collar bone was key, as well as her mammoth fucking tits, which seemed to be two giant clits sitting on her chest, they were so sensitive.
With Jill, it was all about her midsection. Stomach, love handles, bellybutton, small of her back. And gentle. That’s what she liked.
So I took turns paying attention to each money area. Then I lowered myself to Meredith’s twat, kissing her thighs before digging in. And while I did that, I kept up my finger action on Jill, now focusing on her thighs. Both of them were moaning up a storm.
“Holy shit, baby,” Meredith said. “You’re so good at that. Right there. Keep it there.”
With my free hand, I dug my thumb into Meredith’s asshole without warning and ramped up my attention to her clit, even somewhat nosefucking her as I buried deep. And she came HARD. Her juices sprayed into my mouth and drank down as much as I could.
I immediately went up to Jill and said “Come here. Kiss me and taste your best friend’s pussy,” and I grabbed an apprehensive Jill, who resisted but eventually settled into the dirty kiss. Then I moved down on her, and though my normal pussy-eating techniques didn’t have the same affect on Jill, I upped the ante by focusing more on her asshole. I licked her taint for starters and she immediately perked up. I moved down to give her a rim job and holy fuck, that was the spot. I alternated between fingering her pussy and licking her asshole, then back to pussy eating and penetrating her little starfish.
With them all mapped out, I wanted to try my ultimate fantasy.
I got on my back and told Jill to get on my cock while I ate Meredith’s pussy. But Jill got scared, saying she didn’t want to fuck, just play. But Meredith didn’t care. She was long gone and just wanted to feel a huge, hard cock.
Jill settled her pussy over my mouth and pointed her body toward Meredith, who was ready to be impaled. As I began the strokes of my tongue, Meredith grabbed me and aimed my cock in her dripping wet pussy.
“Oh my fucking god!” Yeah, it was me that yelled out that time. Meredith, for being a slightly bigger girl (at least bigger than Amanda) was fucking TIGHT TIGHT. It took us like three minutes to negotiate my cock into her pussy enough to begin thrusting.
Meanwhile, I began working up a rhythm with Jill, switching back and forth from pleasuring her asshole to pleasuring her pussy. It was having the expected affect. I spotted her thigh spasming. She was getting close.
I saw both girls holding onto each other from my vantage point for leverage, and my level of focus was unparalleled. I was going to make both girls pop. My mind was switching back and forth from finding the right speed and location for my tongue, applying the proper pressure and licking that fucking Alphabet while thrusting my impossibly big cock ever higher into Meredith’s wanting pussy.
Both were moaning and I was probably harder than I had ever been in my life.
Then it finally happened --- Jill’s breathing started to get a crescendo to it. Meredith’s followed suit. Here it came. With my left index finger buried in Jill’s asshole, my tongue slamming down on her clit and my right hand on Jill’s tits, waiting for the periodic bounces of Meredith’s tits to make a titty sandwich, Jill flooded my mouth with her juices as she moaned loud enough to make the neighbors hear with a low-pitched, guttural wail.
Meredith’s moans were more high-pitched and girlish, and when she popped, she screamed. I felt a steady stream of fluid cascade down my cock as she came. I removed my finger from Jill’s asshole and grabbed her around her front along her stomach. I did the same with my right arm and grabbed Meredith around her back, holding them tightly as I continued my gyrations through their orgasms.
I can’t believe it… I did it! I made two girls cum at once! Top of the world, ma!
I was so focused on pleasuring them, I wasn’t really close myself, so I told them to get off and get on their knees as I nutted on their face. Once that cum starting moving up my cock, I made sure I fucking drenched them. I counted off 14 ropes in all – each plastering their faces in a full glaze.
“Fuck, Charlie,” Jill said. “You came like a gallon worth of stuff.”
“OK, girls, Truth or Dare? What’s that, Jill? Dare? You too, Meredith? OK, lick my fucking cum off of each other’s faces and make out with each other.” I was a fucking rabid wolverine barking out commands – and they happily acquiesced.
I witnessed the most beautiful sight of them licking each other clean, then kissing each other with open tongues before both attacked my cock yet again to suck any excess off of my softening member.
So going back to my original question in this journal entry – yes, I’m still shy and eager to impress 15 year olds, but 16 and 17 year olds don’t seem to pose as big a problem.
And then my secondary question – I so longed to do to my wife what I did to them, letting her feel what it was like to fuck the man she loved with a big giant cock and cum everywhere – they way she deserved.
So as I lay here, with empty balls and still smelling like 16 year old pussy, I will close my eyes, say a prayer, and hope that someday, I will still experience her love.
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