Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 12

... his cock away at that and rolled my eyes.

All three measurements were solidly in the 6.75-7 inch range. Truthfully I don't really know what counts as a "thick" measurement but just from eyeballing him, and the way he felt in my hand, it was obvious that he was as thick as, if not more so than anyone I'd been with. How the fuck... it was so intimidating. Wow. I remembered him using that word specifically when he was opening up to me about the botched attempts at losing his virginity. I definitely understood where those girls were coming from, as much as I hated to admit it. I could literally feel my body aching to take him, but at the same time I was afraid that I couldn't REALLY take him.

He didn't even ask me to relay my findings. Instead I let the measuring tape fall to the carpet. "Okay," I supported my breasts with my hands, "d'you want to even me out?" I offered.

He took my hands as he backed to the couch, sitting down and urging me to straddle him. I almost fell forward into his lap, and then I sat back, feeling him beneath me, so very hard, and curving up slightly, resting against my ass. It felt so dangerous. And then he gently pulled me to him, until he could latch onto my right breast. I sank a little further into his lap as I relaxed from the feeling of my other breast being relieved, and when I felt his length, warm along my butt, I slowly gyrated my hips, letting him rub against my panties. I kept this up and closed my eyes, savoring both sensations, the ...

... heat against my mound, the weak friction against my clit, just letting myself enjoy it all.

After he had nursed from me a little longer, he started purposefully using his tongue on my nipple, quickly getting a rise out of me. I squirmed in his lap while he held my waist, and I realized how quiet it was in the apartment. The only sounds being our soft breathing, and the low hum of the refrigerator. He opened his mouth a little wider, and took more of my breast into his mouth, running his tongue across my nipple firmly, while still drawing the milk from me. I arched my back and pushed my chest forward, letting my head fall back a little as I moaned toward the ceiling. He responded by moaning back at me, the heat of his breath filling his mouth and radiating across my skin. The vibration made me tingle, and sent me over the edge. I clamped my hands on the back of the couch and shuddered, tilting my hips forward and pushing down so I could rock my clit against his cock. I felt myself gush slightly into my panties, and while I couldn't think of anything else but what I was feeling in the moment, looking back, I'm wondering now if he could feel how wet I was against him. I sighed and reached back to fix my ponytail that had come loose as I came down from the orgasm. He unlatched from my breast and looked at me with a big smile on his face.

"Do you always get so red when you cum?" He asked.

I felt my face grow hot and he laughed. I knew I didn't have to answer. I could see ...