Chapter 15

Early Saturday morning, August 28, 2021

Jeremy was outside waiting for me, leaning against his ancient-looking truck that had no doubt seen much better days thirty years ago. I went up to him and kissed him, kissed him hard, my tongue in his mouth, and I didn’t care who saw us.

“Just a sample,” I told him when I pulled away, right before swaying my ass on the way to my car. I was wearing the hot little red dress I’d just stripped out of, nothing under it except my naked pussy, naked tits, and my butterflies.

I had no idea how far or where we were going, following Jeremy, but the longer it became, the more convinced I was that this was crazy. Katie’s cautions were coming at me in waves, but my overriding libido was vetoing them all.

Finally, it must have been forty-five minutes, give or take, he pulled into a driveway, a ramshackle old house probably from the same era as my old apartment, and I parked in the street as his driveway only had room for one vehicle.

I made a quick mental note of the address above the door, and I’d already noted the street name, so I texted the address to Katie, along with a note, ‘All good so far... ‘, remembering the two periods, indicating the message was real, not something forced.

He’d gotten out of his truck and was walking back toward my car. I opened my door and was climbing out when he got there. “It ain’t much, but it’s clean inside, my mama made sure her baby don’t leave no crap on the floor.”

From the outside, what I could see, was old but neat, not that I was exactly there for house-inspection duties. He took my hand and led me inside.

“I ain’t nothin’ if not polite,” he said, “I’ll give the lady the choice, drink, talk, or fuck?”

The condition I was in, it was a no-brainer. That little tongue-in-the-pussy episode had only whetted my appetite. It took me about a heartbeat, “Fuck,” I told him, and I was already pulling the string of the knot behind my neck.

“Girl,” he said, looking me up and down, “you is by far the most gorgeous, sexiest creature that’s been in this house in a long, long time ... and that bare cunt looks like it is just achin’ for Big Daddy here,” dropping his pants on the floor next to my red dress. He had nothing on under it.

Yeah, she was achin’ for Big Daddy.

He picked me up like I was about as heavy as a peanut, put me over his shoulder, went through a door off the living room, and unceremoniously dumped me on his old full-sized, neatly-made bed.

You gotta respect a man living alone who makes his bed.

Not that that was high on my mind at the moment.

He started to climb on top of me, and I stopped him, “No, I want on top the first time.” I knew it was going to take my pussy a while to adjust to his size and didn’t trust him to have the patience. Hell, even I didn’t have much patience, I just wanted him inside me!

He didn’t argue, just rolled over, lying flat on his back, that dick sticking straight up like it had at the club. Now though, knowing where it was going, it was far more intimidating.

I stared for just a moment, “Girl, thought you said your dick-boyfriend had a big dick,” and he laughed at his funny.

“He was, at least what I thought was big. That was before...”

“Well, get at it, girl, don’t just stand there a-talkin’ ‘n gawkin’”

Foreplay, I didn’t need, my pussy was already soaked. She had been for so, so long!

I climbed on top of him, straddling him, this time facing him instead of the other way, lifted myself up on my knees, wrapped my hand around his dick, far as it’d go anyway, and pressed my entrance down on him...

“Oh fuck...” I groaned, his head barely beginning to penetrate my paradise-hole.

I thought briefly that I wished I’d have thought to drop my phone on his bed, so I could get a pic to send to my husband.

But when I say ‘briefly,’ I mean BRIEFLY! My heart was pounding, and after that micro-second, my thoughts were solely on the dick about to invade the inside of my ‘cunt’ as he’d so artfully called it.

I squirmed, working him down an inch, maybe two, when I had to retreat, breathing hard already, This wasn’t even an ‘Alan Ryder’ brand of dick, it was ... something else! Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that Alan Ryder’s wasn’t a Jeremy Grimm brand of dick.

I’d had him in my throat, I could sure as fuck get him inside my pussy.

And God, I wanted to!

I squirmed my body, pressing down once again, maybe another inch. It hurt, the stretching ... but I was a big girl, I wore ‘big-girl panties’, and this WAS happening!

I rocked up and down, Jeremy’s hands on my legs and hips, acting like he didn’t know what to do with them, and I gritted my teeth, my eyes clamped to shut out the distractions ... like his grinning, scarred face.

A condom, I thought, should have made him wear one. Do they even make them that big? Too late now, I wasn’t stopping.

I felt below with my hand, it felt like he had at least another eight inches ... and I was already feeling so filled ... like a little hot dog bun trying to wrap around a giant weiner, and the thought made me start giggling.

At least I was getting beyond the ‘hurt’ part.

“Don’t seem so funny to me, Girl,” the weiner’s owner muttered.

I leaned forward, pressing my hands against his chest and opened my eyes, looking square at him, “You’re so fucking BIG!” I told him. The understatement of the I-don’t-know-how-long, a long damned time!

He laughed, “Girl, you’s only beginnin’”.

Didn’t I know it!

I backed off of him, fucking the four-five inches that was inside me, and God, it felt good! It felt like...

And my body began shuddering, stiffening, and I screamed, a blood-curdling scream, the intensity of the pleasure pulsing through me, not needing to restrain it like in the club.

When I calmed once again, breathing hard, sweat pouring from my body, Jeremy mauling my tits with his hands, “Girl, you ain’t even got half-a me insija, you best hope I got better stamina than you-all.”

I took stock again with my hand, at least I could only move my hand up and down an inch or so on him between my pussy and his balls. I’d gained another inch at least in my little (little?) unexpected orgasm.

But I thought it had loosened my body for him a little more, as I started to feel myself slipping down, slowly, but slipping, nonetheless. Fuck, he was so deep inside me. He felt ... I can’t even think of any words to describe the feelings. I rocked up and down a little more, feeling like I was gaining, maybe only a quarter-inch with each rock, but it was enough, enough to tell me that I was going to be able to do this, just ... patience!

I stopped for a little bit, breathing, Lamaze, my breathing techniques that’d come back so vividly in the last couple weeks.

I just didn’t want him to come, not until he was inside me, fully inside me, and it seemed that every tiny bit I gained, his groans became louder, more forceful.

I remembered that first time with Alan, it hadn’t been anything like this, but with him, just a few inches to go, he suddenly slipped inside me, and we were pelvis-to-pelvis, and how it had felt!

I hoped...

I felt again, my hand wasn’t fitting between us, just inches to go. I held my breath, gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and pushed ... another half-inch, and I had to catch my breath, try to breathe again.

Another tactic, I began sliding up and down on him, and oh my God! The friction against my clit, the pressure on my ‘g-spot’, I felt it beginning to come on again, even stronger than before, and dropped every ounce of my weight down on him and ... fuck ... the stars going off in my head, the ... the ... and the pleasure shot through me like a lightning bolt, my scream must have bounced off the clouds above, except there were no clouds.

He was inside me! I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my insides like I had never felt before, not with my husband, not with Alan Ryder, not with my ‘Alan Ryder’ dildo, not ... ever!

Fuck, fuck, fuck! He rolled us over, “Now it’s my turn, girl!” and he began fucking me, pulling out, thrusting himself back inside with power I’d never even imagined could exist, that NOTHING had prepared me for.

My orgasm hit suddenly and it was ongoing, nothing else existed except his cock driving into me. I knew he was making all these grunting noises but they weren’t even crossing into my brain, the only thing that mattered was the incessant pounding my cunt was taking.

And the incessant pleasure wracking through every ounce of my body. I wanted to tell him to stop, please, fucking stop, but the only noises I could make were unintelligible, and I didn’t want him to stop, never ever!

Tame? Not on your friggin’ life!

His bellow must have shaken the house off its foundation, and I felt the heat, the inferno so deep inside me as Jeremy’s body was wracked with spasms, his cum flooding inside me, a heat that ... and I screamed again, Jeremy pushing himself to new depths, my body reacting with its own ... and I humped up to him, biting my bottom lip and tasting blood, not able to breathe, everything before just prelinminary quakes, the real earthquake hitting me in that instant.

I shook, I writhed, I ... did things that bodies aren’t designed to do.

And when it was over, it wasn’t over, he was still deep inside me, all four-hundred-fifty pounds collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, far as they’d reach, pulling him to me, and kissed him, like I hadn’t kissed in decades.

We eventually pulled apart, trying to breathe, and Jeremy, “That’s round one, girl, give us half-an-hour. Least a couple more.”

Fuck!!!

Just him sliding that tool out of me nearly set me off again.

Erin could take that chastity thing and shove it up her you-know-what!