The next day, a dilemma. Should I hold Dan to his word? Or should I ask him again when he’d had a chance to think about it, when he was not super turned on? Before I could question myself further, I took control.
When Dan got back from work that day, I told him flatly, in a way that took no denial, “We’re going to Cheryl’s on Friday.” He nodded in agreement, without a protest. I felt a quiver inside me.
As the four of us had snacks and drinks around Cheryl’s kitchen table that Friday, it was more than a bit awkward. So much had been decided … but how did you get from one point to the next? Another drink … and maybe another. I was starting to get cold feet. But then a pipe got passed around. Eventually there was more laughter, less tension. Things got a bit hazy. Eddie grabbed my hand and led me obediently outside. Dan gazed in my direction with an ache in his eyes, but I saw Cheryl touching his arm, pulling him back.
Eddie was wearing floppy cloth pants that would have seemed feminine on most guys, but on Eddie, the concept of feminine was irrelevant. His white V-neck rippled. For a moment, he held my hand and looked me in the eye. I thought he was going to lead me into the hot tub, but he stood closer instead. I felt dizzy with crushed-out feelings, flashbacks to freshman year of high school, stammering out a conversation with Phil, our high school quarterback/prom king.
Losing my nerve was definitely an option; a part of me wanted to go inside. If I’d done so, this story might have ended. But it didn’t, because Eddie took my right hand and placed it on his cock. As I felt the shape of it, a surge of sensation rippled through me. It felt so massive, so solid, so … right. I found myself rubbing it, circling my hand around it, feeling it twitch to life. I probably moaned, who knows. Before I could have second thoughts, Eddie grabbed me forcefully and pulled me down. I was almost angry as my knees whacked the deck, but in that same instant, Eddie lowered his pants and his fat cock sprung out and gently slapped me in the face.
I felt like such a slut looking at that dick. I hardly ever sucked Dan’s, certainly not from this submissive position. “Suck it,” Eddie said as he looked down. I obeyed him mindlessly. I wrapped one hand around his cock and started working the head of that big shaft in my mouth.
Slowly but surely, Eddie’s cock began to harden and rise to its full state. I always thought big cocks would droop, but in Eddie’s case, it stood straight up, just like last time, angling even higher. As his shaft grew harder, I found myself less and less hesitant. Soon I had two hands on his cock, working them up and down while licking and sucking that head. All I could think about was what that would feel like inside me. Eddie lifted me onto the side of their picnic table and forcefully pushed my legs wide open.
“Are you ready for this huge cock?” (He had a hell of a lot of nerve bragging about his cock like that, I thought to myself. But fuck he’s right!)
“Oh God, yes!” I called out. I realized that I had no idea where Dan was, and at that moment, I didn’t care. I could feel my legs all slippery. Even with almost no foreplay, I was flowing, I was ready. I stared as Eddie slipped a condom on quickly and worked his head into my pussy, forcing his way in with a loud “plop.”
“Oh, wow,” I said. “It’s in.”
“Barely,” said Eddie.
I was surprised that it didn’t hurt more, but then again, I was really wet. Eddie slowly started pushing his cock into me, one more inch, then another.
“Umm … Ow!!” That part did hurt.
“Ow?” Eddie said. “Want me to stop?”
“No, keep, uhh, going …” Eddie smiled, a little arrogantly for my taste, and kept pushing.
“Stop!” I said and looked down. About half his cock was inside me, but that was all I could handle. My lips stretched obscenely around his shaft. Actually, it hurt. I felt a wave of relief: Eddie’s cock didn’t feel good inside me. Dan was all the man I needed.
But then Eddie pulled his cock back, gradually working it, just a few inches in and out, stopping at around five inches where he hit resistance. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but it wasn’t great. It kind of hurt, but it was different from what I was used to.
Without warning Eddie pushed in deeper, harder.
“Ow!!” I called out again. This time he was maybe six inches in … I had been penetrated deeper in the past, maybe, but not as thickly, and it fucking hurt. “Ow!!”
Suddenly Eddie turned gentle on me.
“It’s okay,” said Eddie in a comforting tone that really startled me. I was expecting him to try to rip me apart, and I would tell him “Enough!” But he tricked me. “We’ll take it nice and slow for a bit,” he said.
For about five minutes, Eddie just moved in and out. It felt more like an invasive medical exam than a good lay, but the time passed. About five minutes in, I started to feel more of a warmth, an itchy stretchy feeling. Eddie was moving in and out a bit faster, and I felt a rhythm building. Before I knew it, I was coming on his cock. It happened so fast I didn’t realize it was happening.
“I came on your cock, wow!” Not something I was used to.
“No you didn’t,” said Eddie.
“Oh yes I did,” I said in irritation, as he worked his cock in and out. “I know my orgasms better than you do.” I was annoyed at Eddie’s cocky way. What did he know about my orgasms?
“I’ll show you an orgasm!” Eddie said, which made me laugh. What a tool!
The next thing I knew, Eddie had jammed his entire cock inside me.
“Ow!!”
“I thought so,” he said to me smugly, his cock wedged inside me. “You’ve opened up for me.”
“Let me show you something,” he said. With that, he started thrusting in and out, not very quickly yet, but deep thrusts, all the way in. It hurt for a couple more minutes, but then the hurt went away, and it just felt warm and deep and full.
“Oh Eddie, that feels good,” I said, looking up with a bit more respect.
“Hang on,” he said, as he started thrusting a little faster. I started to realize that the joke was on me, that I was in the hands of an expert cocksman. Before I knew what was happening, I felt waves of sensation surging through my body. I pushed back at him, giving him more pussy to work with.
The cock worship part of the encounter kicked in.
“Oh Eddie, your cock feels good inside me,” I blurted.
“Wait …” Eddie said, “just wait,” as he thrust rhythmically into me. It was like he was massaging my insides, pulling me out but not violently. A few more minutes of that …
“Do you want to feel your pussy come?”
“Oh yes,” I said helplessly, no longer combative.
“Okay then ….”
With that, Eddie grabbed my ass cheeks and started to really pound me. He was pulling my ass up to him and it was good, it was different, it was an itch getting scratched, an itch I had never known I was walking around with, but here it was, deeper and deeper and I was going to come, I was going to come, I was going to ….
“Come!!” he called out! I had never ever had a man command me to come before, much less someone who could make me do it. He told me later that with all the fucking he had done, he could feel the ripples of pre-vaginal orgasms moving up his cock, some kind of seismic sensations warning of the pending ….
“Oh … my … god!!”
I was trembling, shaking, lost in sensation. My clit was so happy with his thickness scraping, but that was just the cherry on top. This went so much deeper, so much fuller. I shook and screamed and trembled, and on the other side, I was his.
Before I could say anything else, Eddie scooped me up and held me on his dick as he bounced me up and down. After a cum that deep, a part of me wanted to stop, but another part of me wanted to keep going, keep feeling that sensation, better than my pussy had ever felt, speared on his cock. It was amazing how he could raise me up and drop me, letting my own weight pound on this cock, taking almost all of it, making these sleazy obnoxious plunging sounds. Dan could have never raised me up and lowered me like this. I would have instantly fallen off of him. My lips clung to his thickness on the way out, scraping and grabbing at him in ecstasy. Just a couple minutes of that and my greedy pussy was coming again, so hard, so deep, so out of fucking control: “oh you fucking stud!!” or whatever came out of my mouth—who knows—as I was hit with waves of glorious amoral sensation.
From behind me, I heard cheering. Cheryl walked out on the deck from the living room where they had been watching, holding Dan’s hand, bringing the two of them closer. Then she clapped.
“Bravo!” Cheryl said, “What a performance!” She looked over at Dan, but he was shell-shocked. I looked at Dan too, but as a stranger. I was in a sexual daze. I stared compulsively at Eddie. His cock was engorged, hanging in an arrogant, half-hard state, glistening with all my juices.
Pleasure quickly gave way to self-consciousness as I became aware that my sluttiness was on display in front of Dan. Before I knew it, we were dressing and leaving, faking our way through the awkwardness.