“Thank you,” I whispered.
He smiled and nodded at me. I could see that his eyes were on my ample, spilling bust. Even when he turned and faced forward again, I could see his left eye dart to the outside corner of his eye socket to dwell on my breasts. I took a deep breath and expanded my chest.
“My name’s Edgar,” he said.
“Louise,” I said, nodding.
He stretched out his hand and I took it. He pressed my hand in his large beefy palm, looking into my eyes. I lowered my eyes. I was not used to this sort of thing. I’m sure my face was red.
We chatted a little as I sipped my drink. He bought me another. His eyes never left my bosom. “Thank you, Reynolds Department Store,” I said to myself. It was hard for me to look him in the eye. I kept my heavily shadowed lids lowered. My glance landed on his lap, and I saw an enormous protrusion. I’m sure I was blushing again.
I told Edgar about the gift shop, and he told me that he was an insurance broker. He asked me about my home insurance, and I had to admit I didn’t have any.
“You’re very foolish,” he chastised me.
“I know. I know,” I pined. Mother had been very impractical and neglectful. And so was I. A man would have seen to insurance.
“Would you like me to take a look at your house, and recommend a policy?”
“Oh, yes,” I said gratefully. What a nice man.
When I finished my fourth drink, I got into my car and drove unsteadily home. Edgar was following me in my own car. He was going to check my house, and help me with insurance. Such a nice man.
I parked my car in the driveway. He pulled in behind me. I was a little dizzy, so I just sat there. Suddenly Edgar was at my door. He opened it and reached out a hand. He was helping me out of the car. What a nice man.
We walked to the front steps, side by side, and he grabbed my arm and steadied me, when my high heel turned slightly and I stumbled against him. Again I smelled his spicy cologne.
I gave him a tour of the house, and when we got to my bedroom, suddenly he turned and stood directly in front of me. He put his arms around me and drew me to him. His mouth lowered and met mine. I felt his beefy tongue in my mouth, and my legs got a little wobbly. I had never experienced anything like this before. I loved his cologne.
I threw my arms around his neck and responded like a love-starved strumpet. Way down, I could feel a hard thing pressing into me. Way down, below the waist. I moaned and sucked on his large tongue. I think all those gin-and-tonics were having an effect on me, and causing me to exhibit wanton behavior.
He planted one of his large beefy hands over my left breast. “MMMMMM,” I moaned. I was feeling a strange warmth and tingling in my breast, and then down below, and then over my whole body.
We moved together over to the bed, and fell heavily upon it. He was on top of me, devouring me, dominating me. I loved it. I felt his large paws reaching behind me and lowering the zipper on my form-fitting blouse. The zipper zzzzzzz’d all the way down my back. He drew it off me. My breasts were naked.
He lowered his mouth to my chest, and began to lick my taut nipple. “AAARRRGG,” I screamed. I thrashed around under him. He licked and he licked. The left. The right. The left. The right. Between. As he was licking, he was unzipping my skirt. I lifted my behind off the bed, so he could pull it down below my buttocks. His finger started stroking me on my panties. I could feel I was getting wetter and wetter. It felt so wonderful. I just kept kissing him. His mouth was like honey.
Then I felt him lowering my panties. I raised my middle again, to help him. He took his mouth off mine for an instant, and stuck his finger inside his mouth. He lasciviously wet his finger and brought it back to my mid-area. He began stroking me with his wet finger.
“AAARRRGGGHHH,” I screamed again. I was thrashing all around. I had never felt such exquisite sensations. His finger slipped inside my body, and I actually raised up to get it deeper. “Edgar. Edgar,” I screamed. “Yes. Yes.”
He moved away from me, and my heart sank. Was this it? Was it all over? No. He was just undressing. First the jacket. Then the tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his arms. He lifted his undershirt over his head. As he was taking off his shoes and socks, I dropped my high heels on the floor. Also my stockings. Edgar opened his belt. He stepped out of his pants, and stood there in unflattering boxy plaid shorts. There was a large lump.
He pulled down the shorts and stood there in all his naked glory. His skin was pinkish, and he had a little bit of a belly. He had very little body hair. And down there was his thing. That big manthing. I had never really seen one before. I had seen statues in the museum, and averted my eyes. But here was a live thing. And it was so big, and it was so hard, and it was so thick. How could that ever go inside my little body? Beneath it were his two big testicles, which swung wildly as he moved back onto the bed with his left knee.
He climbed on top of me again, and we resumed kissing, but now I felt his hard manthing against my soft flesh. This was all making me dizzy. So dizzy.
He kissed my breasts again. He tongued my nipples. Then he moved down and his tongue entered my body, where no man had ever been before. “AAARRRGGGHHH,” I screamed, louder than ever. “My god. My god.” What was happening to me? “Oh, my god.”
I spread my legs so that his tongue could do its sweet work. I reached down and began twisting my fingers in his hair, pressing him between my thighs. That soft tongue was transporting me to strange distant kingdoms. Then he stopped. He fell back on the bed and pulled me over him and down.
“Suck my cock,” he said.
“Suck your cock?” I asked. “No. No. I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can, Louise. Get down there and suck my cock.” He forced my head down over his large organ, and when I opened my mouth to protest, he forced his large organ into my mouth. I choked and sputtered. I tried to pull off him.
“Suck it,” he ordered me.
I heard a dangerous tone in his voice. I started to suck him. My mouth was getting used to his size, his shape, his taste. It wasn’t so bad. It was really very pleasant. Actually I just loved it. My mouth moved up and down his shaft, and I was making obscene sucking noises. Then he pulled my head off his penis, and forced my head between his legs.
“Suck my balls, Louise. Suck my big balls. That’s it. That’s it. See. You can do it. You can do it. You like my big balls, Louise? You like my big cock?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I like your big balls. I like your big cock. I love your big cock.”
He shifted his bottom to give me access to his large fleshy cheeks. “Eat my ass, Louise.”
“Edgar!” I protested.
“Eat it,” he ordered and forced my head down. My nose was buried in his flesh. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at his pink eyehole. I held my breath, so I wouldn’t smell or taste anything, but the smooth feeling of it on my tongue was not unpleasant.
“Oh, You’re so good, Louise. What a great whore you are. Cocksucker! Asslicker! You know what I’m gonna do now, Louise?”
“What?” I asked innocently.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” And with that he threw me flat on the bed and once again jumped on top of me. His hand was feeding his large merciless cock into my tight virgin pussy. I screamed a little.
“What’s the matter, baby? Never been fucked before?”
“No,” I answered.
“Oh, come on,” he said, of course, not believing me, until the head of his dick hit my tight unyielding maidenhead.”
“My god,” he uttered. “You haven’t been fucked before. What have you been doing all your life?”
I had no answer.
“Okay. Here goes,” he said, and pressed into me. I felt the blunt head of his member tear through my hymen. I grunted and cried in pain. He just lay on me then, without moving. Waiting for me to get used to his penis inside me. Waiting for the pain of my lost membrane to dissipate. After a few minutes it did, and he started grinding himself into my body.
“What a nice tight pussy. What a nice tight cunt,” he said appreciatively.
I had heard those nasty words before. ‘Cunt.’ ‘Pussy.” How I’d always hated them. But now they were filling me with a strange excitement.
“Fuck me, Edgar. Fuck my hot pussy. My cunt loves your big hard cock. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my cunt.” I felt incredibly liberated. I had finally found the real me. The tramp. The harlot. The cock-hungry slut. I threw my legs around his body in abandon. I pressed my heels into his asscheeks. I grabbed his asscheeks with my hands. I pressed him into me, as I slammed my middle up to him. “Oh, my god. Oh, my god,” I intoned continuously.
He twisted my tits (his word) as he fucked my dripping pussy. I wanted it to last the rest of the night. It didn’t. He started making funny sounds, and his rhythm changed. He started slamming into me hard and fast, and then he froze, and I could feel his cock swelling inside my pussy, and then I felt shot after shot of hot liquid blasting down my cuntchannel. Blasting into my body. Blasting down my uterus. Blasting into my womb. Uh, Oh.
He lay on top of me as our heart rates slowed. I lazily ran my fingers through his thick hair. My lips nibbled at his. His lips nibbled at mine. I loved the weight of his heavy body on me. I wrapped my arms around him and cradled him. I felt his large cock softening within my dripping pussy.
“Oh, Edgar,” I said. “Oh, Edgar.”
“Did you like that, Louise?
“Yes. Yes, Edgar, I did.
“Did you like getting fucked Louise?”
“Yes. Yes. I loved it. Fuck me again.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
“Not now,” he said. “Maybe later.”
“Oh, Edgar. You’re so mean,” I complained.
Edgar and I drifted off to sleep. Towards morning, he awoke and fucked me again. This time there was no membrane. There was no pain. Only pleasure. Unbelievable bottomless pleasure.
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