2 comments/ 60698 views/ 33 favorites The Biggest Challenge By: SecondCircle "Is that the guy Felicia was talking about over there?" I asked. Anna followed my gaze to a booth in the corner of the nightclub. Almost instantly she turned her head back to the bar rolling her eyes with a smile on her face. "Yes, Trina, that's him," she replied sounding dramatically bored. I studied the guy from my stool at the bar toying with the straw in my drink absently. He was sitting with a few other young men, obviously his friends, talking and laughing over the noise of the club. He had short cropped black hair and a slim but stocky frame. From what I could tell he was dressed fairly well. He wore a neat white and blue striped collared shirt and blue jeans. It was nothing fancy, but he was as neat as any other guy that I had seen. "I guess he's kinda cute, don'tcha think?" I asked Anna. She glanced towards the table. "Sorta'. He's not really much of a head turner in my opinion," Anna said. The guy at the booth had a broad chest though he wasn't exactly muscular or athletic looking. He wasn't overweight, he was just an average looking guy. I couldn't exactly get a good look at his face, but I could tell he had big eyes, high cheek bones, and a pretty well defined jaw. "I dunno," I said taking a sip of my drink. "I'd probably give him some if he was smooth enough." Anna's jaw dropped and an embarrassed smile formed on her face. "Trina!" She cried over the music. "Jeez, college has made you into sucha' slut!" I laughed and replied, "I can't live by Daddy's rules forever, girl." "He'd freak out if he knew half the stuff you've done since you've been down here," Anna said. "I couldn't believe how you acted so sweet and sucked up to him at the cookout that time. Like the perfect lil' sweetheart he thinks you are." "It's called having your cake and eating it too," I laughed. "Oh, you've had plenty of cake," Anna lectured with a playfully stern glare. "What would your dad do if he knew about that threesome you had your freshman year?" I blushed and giggled, not knowing what to say. "Or if he knew about that marine you screwed on Spring Break that year?" Anna went on. "Or what about the frat party last year when you were a part of that sex orgy or whatever it was. Or the time-" "Okay!" I interrupted her with a playful shove. "I get it Anna, I'm a slut now. Whatever. What Daddy doesn't know won't hurt him." "You better hope he doesn't find out," Anna said. "If he does then there goes tuition for you, girl." "Daddy wouldn't cut his favorite little girl off," I said with a mischievous grin. I found myself watching the table in the corner again. I absently adjusted the drape of my halter top mini dress where it drooped to the top of my flat stomach. I loved this dress. The drapes around my neck fell to cover the "girls" in front, but left so much skin for the eye to wander upon. My shoulders were bare except for where the dress tied behind my neck, as well as my entire back down to where the silky blue fabric wrapped around my hips. The dress basically stopped just past my hips on my upper thighs, exposing the rest of my legs. The azure blue fabric was so smooth and breezy, and made me feel sexy as hell. I hoped it was sexy enough to catch the eye of the cute guy at the booth. "How big do you think his dick really is?" I asked, watching the group of guys in the corner. "Your dad?!" Anna asked in shock. I let out a hysterical laugh. "Ew! God, no!" I said. "Was talking about the guy over there that Felicia got with at that house party a few weeks ago." Anna shrugged and glanced at the guy from across the dance floor. "I dunno, but Felicia said it was like,gigantic, " Anna told me. "Like, she was telling me the she had to tell him to stop alot and that it hurt several times." "Damn," I said, biting my lip. "Never had anyone that big before." Anna groaned. "Trina, tell me you're not gonna try to get with him." I smiled sheepishly and replied, "Sorry, I'm just curious!" Anna shook her head and grinned back at me. "Is there anything you won't have sex with?" I shrugged playfully. "Haven't found anything, yet. You know, maybe Felicia just hasn't had a big one before." "She was saying that it was like, pornstar big," Anna told me firmly. "She said that he was clueless, too. Like, he didn't even know what he had." "Ooh," I said. "What's his name?" "John, I think," she replied. I scrunched up my nose. "Well, that's boringly normal. " "Look whatever bitch, I'm tired as hell, so I'm leaving," Anna said as she stood from the bar. "You can either stay or come with me, but if you wanna ride ya' gotta decide now." I swept a lock of my blonde hair back over my ear and sipped my drink. I stared thoughtfully towards the corner booth. "Go on, girl," I said finally. "I'm sure I can find a way home." Anna rolled her eyes and smiled again. "Well, don't call me in an hour because I'm not coming to get you when he rejects you." I straightened the tight little halter top over my curvy form and said sarcastically, "Nobody ever rejects this! " "I know," Anna called as she headed for the door. "That's the bad part!" Anna made her way across the dance floor toward the exit. I sat for a few minutes at the bar, bouncing slightly to the beat and sipping my drink. I loved dancing here, even if Anna got bored with it. Dancing was always fun, but it always made me feel horny as hell. There was something about meeting new hot people, whether they were guys or girls, wearing a sexy dress like mine that Anna hated and dancing up close and personal with them. It always got my juices flowing. Now, I was planning my move on this cute guy in the corner booth. There was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on. He seemed too normal to be hiding such a supposedly huge secret. Anna was right. He wasn't a really hot guy, just moderately cute. It tempted me so bad. I felt an ache in my legs, or more pointedly, between them. I felt myself giving in to the urge to hunt. I noticed the door to the restrooms just past the booth where John and his friends sat. Perfect. I could go do a little touch up and get his attention at the same time. I set my empty glass on the bar and made my way to the restroom. I didn't pay any attention to the booth where John sat until I got closer. Then I stopped and reached for the pouch that hung from my left wrist. It was a cute subtle little zipper pouch that matched perfectly with my halter dress. It was a gift from Anna a while back, and helped me keep up with my phone and my money while I was out at places like this. I also kept a few cosmetic items hidden inside as well. I had stopped walking right near the table, reaching into the pouch and pulling out my phone. I cocked my hip just slightly to one side, swept a lock of hair back over my ear, and pretended to read a text on my phone. Instantly, I knew my little trick had worked. I heard John's booth grow quiet, and I could feel their eyes on my body. I loved the attention but I didn't show any sign that I noticed. I felt like I was glowing in front of them, and that their gazes were drawn to me like horny little moths. It felt so empowering. I put my phone back into its pouch and looked up. I let my gaze "happen" upon John and his friends as I started walking by their table. I met eyes with John for a few seconds before giving him one of my cute little smiles as I passed. "Hey," I greeted them kindly. I kept moving and pushed open the door to the ladies' room. I felt the heat of their stares on my hips and my ass. I headed straight for the long mirror on the restroom wall, which was surprisingly not crowded with other girls. I retrieved my cherry lip gloss from my wrist pouch and gave a little gleam to my lips. I found my dark eyeliner and traced my eyelids quickly, giving my crystal blue eyes an alluring edge. I stepped back and rubbed my hands down my mini halter dress and admired myself. My blonde hair looked pretty good, though I hated that it had always been so thin. I had straightened it tonight, the tips falling just past my shoulders. My small angular face looked amazing tonight with my slightly pale mascara blending beautifully with my minimal blush. It really made my sharp blue eyes, which were probably my favorite feature about myself, look absolutely hypnotizing. Those eyes wandered down the body of the girl in the mirror. Without these awesome blue heels I stood probably an average 5' 8" or 5'9". I had smooth blemish free skin that I had always been proud of. The halter top draped low to barely show the top of my flat stomach, as well as the smooth skin of my chest between my breasts. My breasts themselves were hidden away behind the drapes of the dress, but revealed just a tantalizing portion of their sides. When I was younger, I used to be embarrassed at the smaller size of my breasts, but towards the end of high school they had blossomed well, and I now wore about a 32 C cup. They still weren't big and beautiful like I really wanted, but they were enough to look sexy. There wasn't exactly a grand line of cleavage between the drapes of my halter dress, but just the fact that I was showing flesh there left plenty for one's imagination. I loved the way my tight dress fit around my hips. Anna called it a "clubbin' dress". It was the type that stopped just past the hip at the upper thigh. It was a bit stretchy, and it always slipped up my ass a little when I danced, causing me to pull it down often. It looked amazing on my lower body, because it accentuated my round ass and showed off my thick athletic legs. Playing sports had really shaped my lower half well, and my heels gave them an extra appeal. "That dress is cute on you." I glanced to see another young woman smiling at me as she walked toward the door of the ladies' room. I gave her a bright smile of my own and thanked her. The compliment sent my confidence soaring. If one of these snooty girls thought I was hot then this John guy would be a walk in the park. I gave a sigh and took a last look at my attractive form in the mirror, trying not to get a big head about myself, and then headed for the door to return to the hunt. I made my way back out into the club, the blaring music still thumping and the rowdy crowd on the dance floor jumping and yelling. I glanced to see that the booth where John and his friends had sat was empty, and my heart sank a tiny bit. That is until I spotted John standing at the bar, apparently ordering a drink. I kept my cool and confidently strutted back to the bar. I found an empty stool several seats down from him, careful not to get obviously close to where John was standing. I got the bartender's attention and tried to order a myself a drink, but she smiled and motioned behind me. John was fast. He stood tall and handsome behind me, holding two glasses in his hands. It almost startled me to see him there and that he had approached me that fast. I had expected it to at least take a sexy look from me across the bar or a hair twirl to get his attention. Yet here he was, wearing a nice polite smile on his face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," John said in a low caramel smooth voice. "I just wanted to buy you a drink. Hopefully you like Long Islands'?" I flashed an impressed grin back to him. "Yeah, I love 'em," I replied. "That's so sweet of you, I was just about to order." He offered me one of the glasses. I took it and shifted over to make room for him at the bar. As he squeezed in next to me, the first thing I noticed was that he was tall, probably about 6'3" or so. His close cropped black hair was neat but simple, and I could see a bit of stubble shadowing his jaw. He smelled of beer, but was otherwise well groomed. As he leaned on the bar close beside me, I was afforded a look at his broad chest and the hunks of shoulder atop them. Like I assessed before, he wasn't really muscled, but was about as stocky as any other guy. He had a sense of strength about him. It made something in my lower belly flutter, and though I hid my emotions, I began to picture myself within his arms or beneath his wide chest. "I'm John, by the way," he told me. I met his green eyes and introduced myself. "I'm Katrina." John nodded and smiled politely. Good, I thought. That was normally the part where most guys tried some cheesey line about how pretty my name is, or bring up hurricanes. "Where'd your friends go?" I asked him, making conversation. He shrugged. "They're around somewhere. They'll survive without me. Where did yours go?" I gave him a sly look, squinting my eyes and peering into his with a smirk. "How long have you been watching me?" I asked. I expected him to blush or stutter, but he rebounded, saying, "Longer than you think. It's kinda hard not to spot you in here." I nodded, impressed. It was a simple line but a tasteful one. He wore a half smile, and was beaming with confidence. It made me wonder if that confidence stemmed from what he was rumored to have in his pants. The ache between my legs returned, but I retained my composure and answered his question. "That was my roommate Anna. She went back to our apartment." "And she left you here by yourself? Why didn't you go with her?" He asked. I balked at his question for a second, taking several sips from my Long Island Iced Tea to stall while I thought of a decent answer. I glanced over at John and said, "She gets tired easily, and I like dancing too much." John nodded, taking a long sip of his drink. "You go to school here?" "For about three years now," I replied. John smiled warmly at me. "Me too. I'm from here locally. My brother and I live together in an apartment several blocks from here. He'd be here tonight but he's out of town." I took note of John's subtle implication that he had the apartment to himself. He was smooth but I was the better hunter. "It's a shame I never see you in here," I flirted. "I'm usually here every week." I turned in my seat as I spoke, my closed legs now facing him. I crossed them, watching as his eyes flicked down to my thick thighs for but a second. John acted shy and gave me another of his cute smiles. "It's probably because I'm not as good a dancer as you," John answered. "Maybe I could learn a thing or two from you." "Maybe so," I said raising an eyebrow. John motioned to the dance floor and the herd of people. "Could you show me?" He said. I gave him half a wink and a smile. "Sure, lead the way." I followed John into the crowd of people. My body went into motion before we even reached a suitable spot. My hips twisted to the heavy thumping beat of the song as my free hand wandered across my body and through my hair as I moved. I was careful not to get too excited wearing my heels. I didn't want to fall on my face in front of this guy. John was dancing as well but was far more reserved in his movements. His broad shoulders swayed gently with the music. His small eyes were glued to me, soaking in my body as I flowed and twisted before him. I decided to turn up the heat a bit. I drew in close to John still moving and bouncing. I turned my around and pressed into him, my ass swaying against the front of his jeans. I bent slightly and displayed my bare back as I moved. I then flipped my hair back and leaned into him, with my head against his firm shoulder and chest and my hips still grinding against him provocatively. I gazed up into his eyes seductively as I bit my lip and ran my hand through my soft blonde hair. I could tell that what I was doing to him was working. The look on his face was one of enjoyment, but he continued to appear more skittish and feverish with every passing moment. His hands would brush over my waist but withdraw quickly. I myself was lost in the moment laid against John's broad chest. I felt so alive but so dreamy, and John's nervousness made me feel so attractive. I spun and brought myself close to him, throwing my arms around that thick neck of his. I intwined my legs with his, straddling his left thigh with my own, and began to grind on it to the beat of the music. I balanced myself, holding that hunk of neck and letting my hips and my legs work with my crotch rolling back and forth along the length of his thigh. My eyes were locked on him, watching his mixed expressions of pleasure and lust. He tried to hold my crystal blue gaze, but he couldn't resist but study my intimately explicit dance on him. I also caught him peeking at the drapes of the halter at my chest. I knew he could see the nude strip between them, but I also knew that he was likely getting a good view at my breasts beneath them from time to time, for the drapes hung loose and probably swayed open with my movements. Just then, I felt what I had heard so much about through John's jeans. I continued to rub my crotch against him, and could feel his erection growing in his pants against his leg. To credit what I had heard, it did feel rather big from what I could tell through my thin panties. A surge of pride and lust swept through my gyrating body, for nothing made me feel more attractive than feeling a man get hard and knowing that I caused it. The ache between my thighs was beginning to spread. I felt it in my legs as I pictured them wrapped around his body. It was in my hips as they yearned to knead his crotch into dough. It was in my arching back and my pert breasts, which now were sensitive because of their hardening nipples. I could feel the front of my panties moistening as well as the cool air from my short dress rushing against them. We danced for a quite a while and soon John began to loosen up and get a little braver. At one point, I was against him with his long arms draped gingerly around me. He went as far as to lick and nibble at my neck as we danced. I allowed his strong hands to wander over my plump ass several times. I did my share of feeling as well. I squeezed his shoulders, his tight ass, and his slender lower back. John, though not a really muscled or cut up guy, was brimming with strength and power. I wanted him to crush me against that big chest. I wanted to feel his strong hands grab my soft flesh and split me in two. He was practically fucking me with his eyes everytime I looked at him. I brought my lips close to his ear and said what he longed to hear, while stealing a page from his book. "You said your apartment was close. You could show me...." Ten minutes later after settling up at the bar, John and I were piling into a cab together. John told the driver his address through the glass separating the front and back seats and we were in motion. I could tell that John felt a little awkward at the brief change of pace from me dry humping him in the club to riding in a quiet cab. His leg shook up and down as he sat quietly with his hands rubbing together in his lap. He smiled nervously at me, his eyes quickly shooting away. I let him suffer for a few minutes, sitting with my thick legs crossed and staring him up and down seductively. I had him right where I wanted him. I then slid close, ran my tongue up his bulging neck to his ear, and climbed into his lap. The compact space of the backseat brought our bodies extremely close. I felt him fidget as I straddled his lap with my chest and neck right in his face. As my legs spread over his thighs, the stretchy fabric of my skirt did its best to cling to my ass before it gave away and slipped up to my back. My ass was now exposed. I ran my hands through John's short hair and down his cheeks. I squeezed the hunks of his shoulders, and a slow warm breath escaped my lips as I let myself revel in the feel of him. I then brought my lips close to John's ear. By now, here in the cab on the way to his apartment, the secret was out, so I told it to him plainly. The Biggest Challenge "You realize you're getting lucky tonight, don't you?" I moaned into his ear. John tongued my neck, giving in to his temptation, and said back, "Baby, I thought I was lucky the moment I saw you." I wanted to explode with laughter at that cheesy line he just dropped, but I held my composure. I thought it was adorable anyway, and took it as a compliment that he was that stupidly smitten with me. John's large rough hands slid up my bare thighs to feel my bulbous round ass. He squeezed tightly, indulging himself in the plentiful flesh he felt there. His stubbled face was against my chest as he kissed and licked at the area between the drapes of my halter dress. The ruggedness of the skin on his face sent chills through my body as he explored the sides of my sensitive tits with his lips. I tossed my head to the side, resting it in the soft dark hair on the top of his head. From the corner of my eye I could see the cab driver's eyes in the rearview mirror as he watched us, or more particularly, watched me. I became aware of how fast everything had just happened. Anna was right. I was never this wild as a younger girl. It might have been the reason I was now so Flirty and sex hungry all the time. A small part of me felt embarrassed for myself, grinding a guy that I had I just met half naked in the backseat of a cab, with the driver watching greedily in the mirror. The old me would be shocked to see something like this. But that was the old me. I was a hunter now and I was damn good at it. I had never felt more alive. I loved the attention I was getting, and I loved finding new attractive people and fucking them silly in some strange place. It made me feel so young and free, if not dirty and sexy. I thought once to surprise them both by pulling John's dick from his pants and putting it in me right there, but I decided against it. It wasn't that far to his apartment, and besides, I wanted to see this supposedly enormous cock for myself. Thinking about it made me ache down below all over again. Instead, my eyes met the driver's in the mirror from over my shoulder. I gave him a smile and licked my teeth provocatively. Then, reaching behind me, I slid a finger down between my cheeks under the string of my panties. I rubbed at my asshole with one finger slowly and winked at him. His eyes shot away nervously and I gave a thrilled little giggle. The cab came to a stop shortly after, and the driver muttered something about arriving. I quickly crawled off of John and out of the cab and fixed my skirt. He paid the fare, and five minutes and five floors later, he was leading me through the door to his apartment. I was then standing in a rather spacious and well furnished living room. In the center was a sectional black couch opposite a very big and elaborate entertainment center on the other side of the room. A flatscreen was enclosed within it, and in every glass case I could see a plethora of DVDS and video games. Looking past the living room, I could spot the door to the hall beside the small kitchen and bar, which was covered up with beer bottles and dishes. Typical. Other than that and the walls being decorated with an assortment of sports paraphernalia, John and his brother's apartment was actually cute, neat, and clean. "So this is it," John said rather awkwardly. "Hope it doesn't scare you away." John stood nervously in front of his couch, clearly unsure if he should stand or sit. I hid my amusement well and walked slowly to him, pretending to examine the room. I removed my wrist pouch, tossing it on a small coffee table in the middle of the room. "Trust me," I told him, "I've done far worse than this place." "Y-yeah? Like where?" He stammered. His confidence from earlier was apparently absent. Maybe his cock wasn't as monstrous as Felicia let on. I shoved him roughly to sit on his couch and answered him. "Like, a bathroom stall." I could practically see the hairs on his arms standing. "Ooh," he said with a smirk. "You really know what you're doing then, huh?" I then reached under my skirt and pulled my thong panties to my ankles. "You have no idea," I purred. I stepped out of the panties and climbed atop him on the couch, straddling John again like in the cab. I took the panties and stretched them, draping them around his thick neck like a necklace. I then took his firm jaw delicately in my hand and turned his lips to mine. My slick cherry flavored lips pressed into his. The stubble on John's cheek brushed against my soft skin, and my face flushed with excitement. There was something I loved about the feel of John's unshaven face. It felt rugged and manly, a contrast to my delicate cheeks. John fell back against the cushions of the couch, bringing me with him. My back arched, which pushed my breasts against his firm chest. John again groped greedily at my plump ass with his big rough hands, his other hand sliding firmly up my slender back. My lips found their way to his waiting mouth, and our tongues began to gently explore each other. John was actually a pretty good kisser, though I could feel his bottom lip tremble with excitement or possibly nervousness. I withdrew from the kiss with a small pull at his lip with my teeth and sat up in his lap. I leveled the sexiest but most innocent gaze at him, my hand reaching to pull aside the drape of my halter dress to slowly expose my right breast. It hung tight and natural from my smooth pale chest. I took it in one of my slender hands and gently squeezed it while I licked the fingers of my other hand. With my eyes still locked on John's, I brought my wet fingers to my tiny pink nipple and rubbed the delicate tip slowly. I let out a slightly exaggerated moan, watching with joy as John squirmed a bit beneath me. At last it was too much for him. One of his long arms slipped around my bare back and pulled me to him roughly. My bare tit smashed into his face, his lips sucking immediately at my hardened sensitive nipple. I clutched his head tight to my chest and tossed back my head, basking in the attention John was showing my breast. I let out several little squeals of pleasure and began to roll my hips into his lap, searching for that notoriously long shaft of his through his thin jeans. My bare shaven lips left a small bit of moisture across his pants and made the material slick. I then felt a stirring from within his jeans. There it was. It pressed firmly against his pants, begging to be freed. I ran my hands down over John's broad back and through his short hair while he bared my second tit and put it into his mouth. I continued to tease at the bulge growing in his jeans with my grinding crotch. I could already feel that it was of notable size, though it didn't feel like the boa constrictor that Felicia had described. I had to know for sure. I climbed from John's lap to stand and then bent over before him, placing another passionate kiss on his full lips. My hands were already busy unfastening his pants. I withdrew from him with an alluring gaze before kneeling to the floor in front of him. His big hands were already out to his sides to clutch the cushions of the couch in anticipation of what was to come. His breathing was a little labored as he watched me pull his zipper down. I first noticed that he didn't wear underwear of any sort, and with my first look at his crotch I could see he kept this area well groomed and neatly trimmed. I reached inside the flaps of his pants to find my prize. When my hand found John's dick and my fingers closed around it, I almost froze. I pulled John's semi erect cock from his jeans and my jaw almost dropped in shock. This fucking thing was huge! John's dick stood before my face, tall and thick. I had thought it would be a plentiful seven or eight inches, but now I could see that it was probably closer to ten. What was even more impressive was the sheer mass of his dick. My fingers at the base barely fit around it, and this thickness was maintained all the way to the tip. The head was enormous, almost appearing to my eyes as big as a doorknob. The large bulging vein through its center was well defined, tracing the entire length of John's huge rod. To top it all, it was still growing. John's dick throbbed with his escalating excitement. I could literally watch it grow stronger and firmer in my tiny hand, the reddening helmet at its top actually growing rounder and more bulbous. I looked down to see that John's testicles were quite large themselves, hanging warm and loose between his big thighs. Absently, my other hand took a gentle hold of them, feeling their warmth and size in my palm. I realized that I was staring. I shook myself from my daze, not wanting John to know how amazed I was. I had to get to work. I usually gave an excellent blow job, but I honestly had doubts as to whether or not I could work with this monster of a cock. I knew I had to try. If I didn't, it would be awkward now that I had gotten to my knees. I gripped the huge meaty rod in my little hand, pointing it toward my lips. I gave John a sexy little look, trying my best to hold eye contact with him like I normally would. My eyes, however, were too greedy and returned to marvel at the pulsing member before them. I began to lick the head of John's dick, watching his pleased and relaxed expression. I could see his arm flex now as he tightened his grip on the sofa cushions. I took the plump head of his dick into my lips, flicking my tongue over the sensitive tip while I worked my small hand up and down his enormous shaft slowly. Afetr a second of hesitation, I opened my mouth wide, much wider than I was used to, and forced my head down his cock. I had gone not even two or three inches before my mouth felt completely full of John's dick. My wide lips were tight around the engorged circumference of his shaft. My tongue had hardly any room at all to even move along the contours of the underside of this huge dick. The large head pressed hard into the back of my mouth, and I tried my best not to gag, something that I had never had to worry about before. I suddenly felt embarrassed. Matched with this giant thing, I felt like a virgin trying to suck a guy's cock for the first time in my life. I bobbed my head awkwardly on the first three or four inches of this massive dick, unable to look into John's eyes with any sort of composure. I wiggled my tongue the best I could under the shaft, attempting to stimulate the more sensitive skin underneath. As I did, it only loosened my throat, and again his pulsing head almost triggered a violent gag from me. My mouth badly needed a rest, so I brought my head up slow, relieved when John's thick dick slid from my lips. He must have been enjoying all of this, though, because I felt his body release tension as he let out a long sigh of pleasure. I kept working, now mopping the length of his meat with my tongue. There was so much of it to cover. I kissed and bit gently at his girth, then dropped down to show his huge balls some attention. I took one of the warm fleshy orbs into my mouth and whirled it around with my tongue. I sucked at the skin of his sack, trying to use every technique I knew to excite him. I licked my way back to the top of John's throbbing long dick, opened my mouth again, and took him inside. His hand found its way into my hair behind my head, pushing slightly and encouraging me further down his huge erection. He wanted more. I knew I had to try to deepthroat him. This usually wasn't a problem at all, and by now any other guy would be in my throat nearing climax, with me teasing him and not letting him cum. Though I was nervous that I would gag and be embarrassed by this giant rod, I decided I wanted John in my throat. I relaxed my jaw and my tongue as much as I could and began to sink further down onto his robust shaft. As John's rock hard cock slid into my throat, it felt like I was trying to swallow a meaty soda can. It didn't go easily. I shook my head slightly from side to side, wiggling more of his shaft into my throat. His hand pushed my head down as well, and I felt somewhat claustrophobic now. Desperate not to disappoint John, or myself for that matter, I pressed further. My nails dug into John's pants and tears began to well up in my eyes. I tried to stay relaxed, breathing steadily through my nose. As my face came close to his pelvis, I felt like I was swallowing a rattlesnake whole. I held his dick in the depths of my throat as long as I possibly could. When I couldn't take anymore, I retreated as quickly as I could up the long length of John's cock. Doing so felt akin to rising from deep water, wondering when I would finally find the surface. My head came off of the top of John's dick and I gasped for air and leaned away. A thick string of white saliva hung from my bottom lip to the bulbous head of his cock. The enormous erection itself was glossed with a thick coat of spit from my throat. I worked my small hand up and down John's entire dick, trying to catch my breath and relax my mouth while I had a chance. John was now moaning, his breath coming in gasps and his hand running through my hair. "My god that's fucking hot," I heard John say. I felt a little better now that I knew that John was enjoying this. The saliva from John's dick drooped from my lips to fall on my bare chest. Trying to act like his own little pornstar, I rubbed the fluid over my breasts. I felt nasty as I did, but it made me feel drunk with lust, having no limit on what I would do with this guy, who was practically a stranger. Taking a breath, I guided his bulging rod into my mouth again. I was beginning to get the hang of this, easing John's long cock down into my throat again. Now I was able to slide it back and forth inside me. I could feel him pulsing in my throat, his engorged head pressing firmly inside of me. John's strong hands gripped a wad of my thin blonde hair, and I could feel him fighting against the urge to pull my head up. I ran my free hand up under his shirt to grope at his meaty midsection, and then down again to play with his balls softly. I smiled inwardly as I felt his long legs adjust repeatedly and his hips wiggle and twitch. Things were going as I wanted them now. Just when I had developed a good rythym, John pulled my head up by my hair. The desperate mannered in which he had jerked me off of him moistened my bare peach a bit, for I loved a bit of rough action. John guided me to the couch, tossing me on my back. My hair fanned out around my head and my breasts bobbled free. Before I could react, John had his pants off and his huge erection was nodding stiff from his body. As his tall form lumbered over me, I felt that intense ache between my legs, a feral craving that made my lips blossom and flush with blood. I smiled and bit my lip as I marveled at the hardware that hung from John's hip. Then as John lowered his large form over me, I grew suddenly nervous again. I had never been fucked by a dick his size. My mind raced as John planted a kiss firmly on my lips and my aching legs folded around him instinctively. A silent alarm was sounding in my brain, but my body was butter against his firm touch. My hands ran up his shirt and around his back to clutch his thick shoulders, clawing gently while his tongue found my neck. My toned legs hugged his bare manly thighs eagerly, but a cold fear hit my chest as John's massive manhood brushed my wet snatch. John reach down between us, and I felt him take hold of his dick. He continued to kiss my neck as he did. I stared anxiously at the ceiling, my breath now a stuttering whisper. One of my hands pressed firmly on his back, and the other clutched his thick hunk of a neck. I felt the huge head of his dick press between my blossomed lips, prepared for entry. John rose then to hover just above me, our eyes meeting. For a moment I was lost in his gaze as our sexes pressed gently together. I then felt pressure between my legs as his head pressed in, spreading my slit wide as it went. My breath escaped from my chest and my entire body tensed. I could feel about three inches of him slide in and open me, his thick cock working its way to my craving. John slid back a bit, then dove further into me. By now, an average man would be bottomed out within me, but I couldn't feel John's hips press against me yet. His throbbing erection retreated slowly again before plunging ahead further. My eyes widened and a loud moan escaped my lips. My hand squeezed hard at the back of John's neck. I felt like I was being split open inside. My thighs tried to lock around his, attempting to block him from going deeper. However, as my pussy swallowed more of this enormous cock in its tight grip, my craving somehow grew and my legs relaxed. I immediately regretted letting him deeper. As John shoved himself all the way inside me at once, a sharp twinge of pain shot up through my stomach from my cunt, leaving me with a tingling numb feeling in my lower belly. John's tongue was then inside my mouth, gently caressing my own as my tight body locked around him. I returned his kiss, enthralled by his every touch. I felt the length of John's dick withdraw from deep inside of me, my tight pussy closing back in behind it. Immediately, his enormous cock dove back into me, spreading me open again and piercing my insides. I moaned into John's mouth, my ass tightening like a vice and my nails digging into his skin. John then repeatedly but slowly split me and sealed me, until his long dick was slick with my juices. My body was in a confused uproar, my pussy grieving when his hips pulled back but shuddering in pain as he plunged back in. I again became a timid virgin beneath John's broad body. I couldn't move or grind my hips into his thrusts as I was accustomed to doing. All I could manage to do was lie back an take his monstrous dick inside of me. I absently wondered if Felicia had felt the same way. John now drilled into me, his stubbled cheek rubbing mine. My hand clutched his neck still, and my thick legs had a death grip on his. I wrestled inwardly with my ecstasy and my pain as John grunted louder and louder. My nipples were now brushing against his shirt, stiff and sensitive from the cold tingle I felt throughout my entire body. My back arched on one particularly hard thrust of John's hips, and his long arm slipped around my back. Before I knew what was happening, John was pulling me up and whirling on the couch. He dropped into a sitting position, whisking me onto his lap with his huge cock still inside of me. His broad chest was heaving and his brow was slick with sweat. I realized now as his onslaught had stopped that I was also sweating and hot. My hair must have been a mess on my head, and my dress stuck to my skin. My sweaty ass was suspended in the air behind me, my wet snatch seated about halfway down the length of John's cock. My body was already weak from being fucked so hard. My legs almost trembled as I straddled John on the couch. Half of his dick was inside of me, and it already felt as though I had a full erection penetrating me. I noticed he was sweating through his cotton shirt, so I reached down and pulled it up and over his head. He was now nude beneath me. His thick chest was covered with thin body hair, topping his pectorals like an eagle spreading its wings. I placed my hands on the firm hidden muscles of his chest, feeling the raw power that dwelled within. John's big hands palmed my plump ass cheeks like basketballs. I knew it was my turn to ride, but I balked at the idea of sitting all the way down on John's giant throbbing cock. With some measure of care, I brought my perky breasts close to his face, raised my ass, and began to pop my pussy on his dick. I was taking about sixty percent of him into me, and still felt as though I was riding a baseball bat. John mouthed my breasts, moaning with pleasure beneath me. I cupped his head in my arms and kept moving, trying to throw every bit of skill I had onto his cock. The Biggest Challenge John was beginning to get really excited. His hands pressured my ass further down his dick with my every thrust. I wanted this so much. I craved for my peach to grind hard against his crotch, to swallow up his erection entirely and make him suffer, but never had I felt so utterly defeated. As his cock shoved further into me, I whimpered like a bleeding virgin, overwhelmed by the immense pressure of John's massive dick forcing itself deeper. Somehow, I couldn't stop though. As much as he spread me open, and as much as it hurt to take him deeper, John's huge dick was beginning to satisfy the craving between my legs. That empty ache that I felt was a hole being filled sevenfold. I worked my ass harder onto his cock, riding deeper and rolling my hips back and forth into his lap. My cheeks were no longer merely brushing his thighs, for at last I was fully mounted on his bare lap. I watched his flat stomach between us as I rode him, and marveled at his long thick arms that wound around me. I groped at his biceps, feeling the strength rippling through his arms as his big hands squeezed my ass. I watched the veins in his neck, wanting to bite him there and take in his sweaty, musky aroma. His eyes twinkled with pleasure as he gazed up at me. I watched those eyes soak in my body atop him, his thick cock pumping inside of me excitedly. John's long dick was stabbing up into me, and I needed more. It was almost to much to bear, but when I tried to raise my ass up a little on his shaft, his hands pulled my ass down deeper. I tried to power through it. I worked his pole side to side, back and forth, grinding his enormous cock with my hips. His dick felt as though it was in my stomach. I sat straight up and my head fell back. As I did, John's dick felt like it forged deeper. My eyes rolled into my head and I screamed. I could feel that my cry of ecstasy had done something for him, for John's stiff monster began to pulse hard inside me. His moans became louder and his motions grew more strenuous. Then, John began to buck his hips into me from beneath, the two of us grinding roughly into each other. I felt the teasing flutter of an orgasm deep inside me. I fought John's cock harder, clawing to get myself there. My thick ass cheeks clenched hard against him. My arms were now stilts against his broad sweaty chest, my nails digging into his skin against the pain and pleasure. A weakness spread through my hips, and a tide of pure insanity crashed through my head. I realized I was screaming very loudly. I had never heard this girl before. Many times before when I reached climax I would move to a slow grind and give the guys a lusty stare, always teasing and tempting them. Now I was a greedy sex fiend, sucking every bit of power from John's giant cock into my cunt. A flood swept through me and my pussy flushed wet and warm. I was literally dizzy, my mind reeling from my orgasm as John continued to thrust into me. My pussy tightened hard around his thick cock as I emptied the last of myself onto him. Weakness racked my entire body when my orgasm subsided, but John never stopped. His enormous shaft hammered into me, his ass hanging off the edge of his couch as he used his legs for support. I crashed against him, my tits in his face and my arms draped over the back of the couch. My cunt still felt as though it was being split wide open by his monstrous cock. All I could do was clutch the couch as my ass was pounded from underneath. I gritted my teeth as I felt my left nipple being sucked into his lips and chewed hard. My other breast was almost being rubbed raw by his stubbled cheek. At last I felt John thrust hard, and a sharp pain shot up into my stomach. I felt his warm cum spew into me as his body locked. I did my best to twirl my hips and stir his cock as he came, fatigued as I was. His cock pumped and jumped, and his growls of pleasure were muffled against my breasts. With a stroke of deafening silence, John was finished. I lay over the edge of the couch, breathing hard with my hair stuck to my forehead. The sweat was literally dripping from my body in places. I could feel John's heavy hot breath against my pink tits. His huge hands were still on my sticky ass, though their grip had loosened. I could feel his enormous rod loosing power, retreating from my beaten pussy like a great snake coiling within me. It throbbed still, and I allowed myself to marvel at its sheer size once more, its girth filling me even as it weakened. The ache within me pulsed dimly and I worked the muscles in my pussy to squeeze John's marvelous dick in a sexual embrace. After what seemed like an hour, I summoned enough energy to climb from John's lap, his long slimy cock slipping free from my snatch. All I could think to do was sprawl on the end of the couch, resting my head on the cushioned arm rest. I was too weak to move or say anything. I almost forgot that John was there as I stared blankly at the ceiling. It was sometime shortly after that my eyes closed and I drifted to sleep. ----- I awoke suddenly in John's dimly lit living room, still lying on his couch. My neck ached from lying against the arm of the couch. I rose slowly to sit and rubbed my eyes wearily. The apartment was dark save for the orange glow from the street lights outside. I glanced behind me into the kitchen. The blue digital readout on the microwave showed that it was 3:30, obviously early in the morning. This was typical of me. Usually when I crashed out drunk in a strange place, I would always wake up in the early morning feeling woozy and misplaced. My hair was undoubtedly a mess, and my dress felt damp and clung to my skin. My head swam and I knew I was slightly hung over. My mouth was dry as cotton, and my throat was sore. I could feel my bare snatch, sticky and loose between my legs. I felt hollow in my pelvic region, and I remembered the giant cock I had taken inside of me. I shot a groggy look at John, naked and sleeping beside me on the opposite end of the couch. He still looked average and amazing at the same time. His long legs hung open from the edge of the couch, his arms laying across that broad chest of his. My panties still hung around his thick neck like a necklace. I watched the rise and fall of his upper body, still lusting over his completely normal physique. I knew it had to do with what hung between his legs. I couldn't help but stare at John's flaccid dick. It was utterly limp, but somehow still was far bigger than any other I had seen. I suddenly felt my tongue grow moist again, and the ache crept between my legs yet again. I wanted to take that big cock in my mouth and make it grow again. I wanted to watch it pump full, and climb onto it and drive it deep up inside of me once more. I wanted it to split me open, to fill me like no other could. I wanted another dose of his hot cream shooting into me. I shook my head and looked away. I gathered my thoughts and found my wrist pouch. I had to get out of here. I hated awkward "morning afters." I stood on my aching feet, realizing I had slept with my heels on. I dug in the pouch for my phone and crossed the apartment quickly, thankful the carpet hid the sound of my heels. I didn't bother fetching my panties from around John's neck, for the last thing I wanted was to wake him. I found the front door and pulled it open. I stopped short, standing in the threshold. I glanced back at John's sleeping naked form on the couch. I felt the ache between my legs stir. I bit my lip as an idea hit me. I then made up my mind and walked back across the living room to the end table beside John's couch. I found a pen and a random envelope lying amidst the many others there. I quickly scribbled my phone number on the envelope and scurried from John's apartment. Fifteen minutes later I sat in the backseat of a cab, unable to do anything but stare out the window. I kept thinking about my night with John and that enormous dick of his. No rumor that Felicia spread could have prepared me for the truth. My hand found its way between my legs, and my fingers stroked slowly at my sticky peach. A quivering breath escaped my lips as my fingers brushed my snatch, thinking of that huge dick. "Wild night tonight? " I almost jumped at the cab driver's question, drawing my hand away from my crotch quickly. I saw his eyes in the rear view mirror, darting from me to the road in front of him. I smiled sheepishly if not drowsily, before answering him. "You have no idea."