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Goldicocks Ch. 01

By: drscar



Chapter 1: Oral

"I can't believe how perfect you fit me. All of me. Every hole." 

It's great to hear that, I must confess. I've been lucky, I suppose, in that I've been told this by more than one woman. Why is that important? Because it means that there's less likely a chance that someone's just trying to say something they don't mean. 

All my life I've heard people talk about how important dick size is. I think I might be one of the few people in the world who doesn't have a gigantic dick and is quite happy about it. I mean, I actually feel sorry for those guys who have never experienced a deep throat because they're just too big. 

Even at my average size of six inches, I've "bottomed out" while being inside a woman. Hitting a woman's cervix does not look like it's very comfortable, despite what the pornos seem to indicate. I can't imagine having to withhold a good hard session because I'd be afraid of hurting someone on every thrust.

But it's not just about length or even girth; it's about shape. Trust me, I've seen a lot of pornos, and there's something about my cock that just looks ideal. The head flares at the right proportion and erect I'm rock hard but with silky smooth skin. I confess, I truly love holding it in my own hand. Oral, vaginal, anal: my cock is the perfect shape for any orifice. 

My girl, though, it's as if she lives for it. I confess her obsession about my cock has been the single biggest boost to my own confidence and made me start believing the things girls had told me before. Look, I know women lie in order to make guys feel better about themselves. It's easy to convince yourself when you don't have a porn-star's cock size that they're just giving platitudes.

Oh, but my girl changed all that. The way she wants me, the way she takes me whenever she likes, I've often wondered if she treats my cock like a security blanket. I wouldn't want it any other way.

She's one of those women that guys dream about – an absolute lady in public, and a complete vixen just for me. The best part is that I never know when she's going to just do something. Every time she does, our sex life just gets better.

I still remember how I came to understand all this. I was taking a rare break from work and sitting on the couch trying to decompress in front of the TV. I had put on a DVD and settled into the corner to watch some mindless violence. Lesley came home from going shopping and came into the living room and lay down with her head in my lap.

"Taking a break?" she asked. She knew I was trying to prepare for a client meeting that I wasn't looking forward to. 

"Yeah," I sighed. 

She didn't say anything, but just lay in my lap watching the screen. I kind of got the impression that she was distracted about something, and that her question was just perfunctory. 

I stroked her hair absentmindedly as the movie played, and her arm came up to stroke mine. Her fingers started tracing down to my bare thigh, just under the hem of my shorts in a sort of no-look caress. I wouldn't have thought anything of it except she was starting to stroke the sensitive part of the inner thigh. Like a magic button, I could feel myself start to become aroused. 

I looked down at her, watched her golden hair filter through my fingers. Her face in profile, the light caught her glossy lipstick as well as her eyes and reflected back at me. She stayed focused on the screen, however, oblivious to me marveling at her. She's one of those women – you know the kind – the women who has no idea how stunning she is. 

Suddenly I felt like I was 19 again. I had no control over my cock growing as her fingers played over my skin. Little by little her fingers were moving the hem of my shorts upwards and out of the way so she could caress my thigh, and I watched with amusement and slight embarrassment as my cock began to grow towards her hand. 

At that point, I knew it was all over. Just the sight of my cock growing harder and extending towards her unsuspecting fingers sealed the deal. With an involuntary contraction, my cock leapt at her outstretched fingers.

Completely unfazed, she simply started running her fingers over the head of my cock, lightly tracing her fingertips around the ridge of the head. She made no sound, no acknowledgement of what was going on, and I was stunned at how she seemed to make no difference between running her fingers along my thigh and along the shaft of my hard cock.

In fact, the coolness of her behavior just started to rock my world. I had to fight the urge to move my hips up and down (mostly because she was still lying there). But it started looking as if she really was just playing with my cock rather than trying to turn me on. Still hard, I turned my focus back to the television.

It didn't last long. Suddenly she turned and ran her lips over my cockhead. Her eyes were closed, and she never looked up at me. Light kisses across the top, then her tongue slipped out between her glossy red lips to slide along the length. It's hard to describe, but it was almost as if she wasn't really wasn't there. She was clearly in her own world, just sucking and licking my cock.

Her movements were so minimal. She wasn't giving me a blowjob: she was tasting me. She wasn't going down on me, this was something obviously only for her. There was something about the way she was doing this that made me keep my mouth shut and my body still. My cock, on the other hand, couldn't stand still and jumped around her mouth with each tight suck.

I watched her in astonishment. Despite the fact that she wasn't trying to get me off, she was giving me some of the best head I've ever had. Her mouth, lips, and tongue explored every part of the flare of my cockhead rim, sucking hard at times. 

She never opened her eyes. Whatever fantasy she had going through her head she kept it to herself, but she was definitely getting into it. She left my cock in her mouth as both hands moved to her jeans. Unbuttoning them, she reached into her panties to dip her fingers inside her pussy.

Now, if you watch pornos, or even women who are putting on a show for men, you'll see very easily that there are some things you do for show, and not because it feels good. This was not one of those times. The way she was sucking on my cock with both hands deep in her pussy, it was easy to see that this was completely for her.

I don't remember ever being so turned on. I've always felt self-conscious that women didn't really like oral sex, that they were just doing something because I liked it. For me, though, I need to know that a woman really enjoys it for me to get into it too. Without realizing what she was doing, she was allowing me to let myself go as well and get truly turned on without fear or worry. 

I could feel her breath alongside my cock shaft as her breathing started to get staggered. Her face started to wince, a pre-orgasmic grimace of concentration. I would have given anything I had to find out what the hell she had been fantasizing about, thinking about. Whatever it was, it was bringing her to the brink, and her being at the brink brought me there too.

I looked down at what she was doing between her legs, and could only see the outline of her fingers working underneath the cotton fabric. I could hear the soft wet noises from there, though, and watched in erotic fascination as her panties spread soaked wetness outward. I could imagine her fingers sliding over her bare naked pussy, unhindered by even the slightest trace of hair. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was happening, and it had the same effect.

Just knowing that she had gotten so turned on that she couldn't even wait to take off her clothes just made this all the more sexy. I didn't know which made me more excited: the fact that she was masturbating to a fantasy in front of me, or the fact that she was using my cock to satisfy an oral fixation in order to get herself off.

She was desperate to come. I could see it in her face, her eyes pinched shut, the look of fierce determination, her breathing staccato and forced through her nose. She refused to release my cockhead, sucking harder in fact, going deeper down the shaft. Her mouth opened and swooped down a little farther before sliding back. She never went more than halfway down my shaft, but it was as if she was trying to suck her own orgasm out of me.

Now, it usually takes a lot of work for a woman to make me come in her mouth. My mind gets in the way and I can't just let myself go. With Lesley, though, I didn't have a choice. Watching her grab at my cock with her mouth as she fucked herself, the sounds of her fingers bringing her off, brought the familiar tingling that started down around my balls and hips, racing around to the front and up through my cock shaft. 

My come hit her mouth and she paused momentarily, not surprised as much as allowing the force of my orgasm to register in her own body. It was the calm before the storm, a trigger that sent her far far beyond the edge. She screamed around my shaft, the vibration coursing through my cock and resonating deep to the bones of my pelvis. If her mouth hadn't been wrapped around my smooth cockhead the neighbors would probably have thought she was being murdered. 

She continued to suck me, which was becoming more and more sensitive – too sensitive, in fact. Trying to be careful not to buck my hips, my back convulsed instead. Her mouth created a strong vacuum with each orgasmic muscle cramp between her legs. 

I watched her come back down to earth, her body starting to relax. I could see the wetness of her fingers as she withdrew them from her panties, and I felt an absolutely overwhelming urge to suck them dry, to lie down right there and lick her pussy. This was not the time, though. I'd get my chance later, just not now. 

This was something different; this was her masturbation session. She had allowed me to watch her, to let me know that she had been turned on by me, knowing that she needed my cock in her mouth at that moment, needed me to come in order for her to finish (though I doubt she even knew that's what she needed at the time). She could have gone upstairs, could have run into the bathroom, could have even claimed she wanted a shower and run off to take care of herself without me knowing. 

Instead, she felt comfortable enough to not only simply start masturbating in front of me but actually simply took the initiative and used me to do it. All of it worked for me. She could do that any time she liked.

And she would – several times afterwards. It became a fantastically common occurrence, one that didn't happen every time we sat down on the couch, but enough for us to understand exactly the rules. She sometimes just got the urge to have my cock in her mouth, she told me later that it was the perfect size, that she adored the texture, that she would think about her tongue running just under the ridge and up around to the tip and would feel an absolute need to have me in her mouth. 

It wasn't spoken, but it never felt right to touch her; this was her masturbation, her way of getting off. The chance that I came was just a bonus. Sometimes I didn't, though, I just enjoyed watching her take me in her mouth as she brought herself off. Usually she came far too quickly for me to orgasm, when she would stop and go back to watching TV. The times that I came, though, were always the strongest for her. There was something about feeling my cock swell and come that sent her to much higher places. 

That first time, though, after she started watching TV again, she said, "God, I love your cock. It's not too big, not too small. It's just right."

She paused. "You're my Goldicocks," she said, chuckling. 

I stroked her hair, and went back to watching TV as well. 

Goldicocks Ch. 02



"You called him what?!?" my girl's best friend shrieked into the phone.

Lesley giggled. "Goldicocks."

Sandra, her friend on the other end of the phone, just mumbled, "Oh my..."

Okay, I shouldn't have been listening in. I didn't really mean to, but the way it happened, well... okay, let me start from the beginning.

I came into the house from work just as I heard the phone ring. Lesley picked it up before she knew I was home.

I heard her start talking as I went into the other room to drop off my work materials. Her sultry voice, reminiscent of 1940s starlets you'd see opposite Humphrey Bogart, resonated through the house though I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying.

I dropped off my laptop onto the office desk, shrugged off my coat, and went into the bedroom. Lesley had been working on her photography again, as her lights and tripod were set up and I had to be careful not to knock anything over as I started to get changed out of my work clothes. 

I had taken a couple of steps when I noticed the lingerie on the bed. A smile crept across my face as I chided myself for being a bit slow on the uptake. Lesley had been shooting photos of herself wearing her lingerie. 

"Mmm-mmm!" I hummed to myself. This girl is something else in lingerie, and she's a phenomenal photographer, so the combination is guaranteed to be erotic and she has a body that could arouse a eunuch. 

I changed quickly and started my way down the hallway to surprise Lesley, who still didn't even know I was home. A wicked smile danced across my face as I imagined coming up behind her while she was on the phone, wrapping my arms around her, caressing her breasts while the person on the other end of the phone was clueless – 

"Oh god, yeah, I love that cock of his!" I heard her say. I froze in my tracks. 

Huh? What? Who the hell is she talking to? 

I went back into the bedroom and lay on the bed, and picked up the extension and immediately hit the "mute" button. Their conversation had moved onwards, but was definitely firmly rooted in the gutter.

"Sandra," Lesley was saying, "I've gotta tell you, if I had it in me to share, I would."

Sandra giggled. "I might have taken you up on that offer, the way you talk about it. Tell me more!"

Lesley took a deep breath. "Where to begin?" she said. "There's just something about him, and about that wonderful cock of his." Hearing her say the word "cock" to someone other than me, and not in the heat of the moment, took me by surprise. Normally Lesley was quite proper and rarely swore, except when we were alone in private when she felt comfortable to let her guard down.

"Like what?" Sandra was prodding.

"Okay," Lesley said, sounding like she had just convinced herself of spilling the beans. "Do you remember when we went to that adult store, and we saw those vibrators that are supposed to hit your G-spot?"

"Yeah?" Sandra sounded excited. "His cock's shaped like a letter J?"

Lesley laughed. "No, of course not!" she said. "But that's my point. He can hit my G-spot even without having that weird shape. It's truly perfect, almost a work of art."

"Wow."

"It's like," Lesley said, on a roll, "it doesn't matter what position we're in. His cock enters me and he's got this amazing flare around the crown. He likes me to be on all fours, you know, doing it doggie style? And just enters me a little and teases me with that wonderful cockhead."

Hearing Lesley talk about me like this was nervewracking, but I didn't remember being more turned on in my life. It was as if it were an erotic knifeblade, at any moment it could turn against me and cut me, but I couldn't put down the phone.

"That sounds wonderful," Sandra said, her voice somewhat distant and unfocused.

"Yeah," Lesley said, and paused. "I told him he's my Goldicocks."

"You called him what?!?"

And this is where we came in. Sandra was laughing hard now, and so was Leslie. I wasn't really sure how I felt. I mean, this was something that was between the two of us, right? On the other hand, what guy wouldn't want his girl to be boasting about his abilities in bed? It's a hell of a lot better than the other way around, right?

I couldn't have put the phone down if I wanted to. Grateful for the mute button, my own breathing had become considerably deeper and aroused. My cock was rock hard and straining against my jeans. I stroked the outline that pushed the zipper upwards as I lay upon my back on the bed. 

"Goldicocks," Lesley giggled. "You know, not too big, not too small, but just-

"- right," Sandra finished the sentence with Lesley. They both howled with laughter. 

They calmed a little, and seemed to be searching for something else to say. 

"Wow," Sandra said. "You sure you don't want to share?" She said it jokingly, but something said that if Lesley were up for it, she would be too.

Lesley probably sensed the same thing, but brushed it off. "Nope," she said. "Sorry, Sandy, but he's all mine."

"Bitch," Sandra said, but didn't mean it. They both laughed again. "So, you've been taking more pictures for him, then?"

"Yeah," Lesley said, apparently adjusting her seat to make herself more comfortable. "He loves those pictures of me in my lingerie, though god knows why."

"Oh come on," Sandra said, not buying it for a moment. "You've got model-good looks, and he just knows what he's got. He's damn lucky, and he knows it. Which," she added, "scores him big-time brownie points. Most women don't have men who appreciate them." 

I could almost hear Lesley beam through the phone. "True," she said, "which is why I'm taking the pictures. I think I'll surprise him with them a little later. I like to send them every once in a while to his email when he's at work so he gets a little taste of what's to come."

Sandra snickered at the double-entendre. "I see," she said. "Give some to get some?"

Lesley laughed. "Yup, and dammit, I wanna get me some!"

Oh, honey, I thought. You're going to get you some, believe me!

"You know that feeling you get when you just want to suck some dick?" Leslie added.

"Uh huh."

Uh huh? What kind of conversations do women have anyway??

"I just get that all the time with him. It's like, every time I put him in my mouth I get something more out of it." Leslie sounded almost philosophical now. "I've never actually craved someone so much like this."

"When does he come home?" Sandra asked.

Leslie must have looked at the clock. "Hmm, that's strange," she said, "Any time now. I'm actually surprised he's not back yet."

Oh shit! I thought, looking around. I'd already changed my clothes, and of course I had seen the photography equipment. I had to get the hell out of there or her surprise for me would be ruined!

"Come to think of it," Lesley continued, "I better get back upstairs and clean up my camera and lingerie so that he doesn't suspect anything when he gets home."

I hung up the phone, and jumped up. O shit o shit o shit o shit.

I grabbed up my clothes that I wore to work, and scrambled around the bed, nearly killing myself on the power cord for the lights. I grabbed everything I remembered wearing, my work shoes dangling from two fingertips, and skidded around the door frame to go downstairs before she came upstairs. 

Shit! I thought. My laptop! If I didn't have the laptop with me when I came through the door she'd know something was wrong. I never come home without my laptop! At the same moment, I heard Lesley shuffle around downstairs, and knew she was on her way.

I scrambled back towards the office and managed to round the corner just as I heard her foot hit the stairs. I grabbed my laptop and coat and clutched them to my chest, pinning my clothes against my face. Across the room I saw myself in a mirror, work trousers dangling off to one side, my laptop briefcase clutched to my chest, a wrinkled sock bunched underneath my chin. I looked ridiculous.

Pressing myself against the inside of the door, I heard Lesley walk by to go into the bedroom. I was completely stunned that she couldn't hear my heart pounding from out in the hallway. 

I heard her start to pack up her equipment in the bedroom, and tried to ease my way down the stairs without dropping anything or tumbling to the bottom. Miraculously, I managed to make it, but just as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I turned and saw her come out of the bedroom and into the hallway, turn right towards me, and go into the office. My heart stopped completely, but she never once looked at me. 

I hustled out the door and desperately looked for a place to change. It wasn't as if we were completely isolated, so I ran to the side of the house and immediately started unzipping my jeans. I had them halfway down my thighs when I saw my neighbor, a 65 year-old pensioner, stop her gardening to look at what I was doing.

I paused, cracked a half smile, and then resumed what I was doing. I quickly donned my work trousers, changed my shirt back into what I was wearing during the day, put on the right socks and put the shoes on. I could feel the sweat break on my forehead. 

Okay, where to put my other clothes? Oh, that's right, the car. I'll just toss them in the car, and then I could close the car door and she could hear that I was home – 

The car! My pulse quickened as I realized that the bedroom window looked straight down onto the driveway where she could see my car. All she had to do was look out the window and see that it was there, and I wasn't home!

I ran to the car, doing a side-step crabwalk looking up at the bedroom window to see if she was looking out. Even at the time, I had no idea why I was doing this. It made no sense, but something prevented me from not looking. The pensioner stayed poised in mid-clipping just watching me.

I got to the car, opened up the door, and threw my clothes in the back seat. Holding my laptop briefcase, I tried to calm myself down and collect myself. I glanced over at my neighbor, who cocked her head and just stared at me. I smiled that goofy half-smile again, and walked as calmly as I could into the house.

"Honey," I called. "I'm home!" Instantly I regretted my Leave It To Beaver cliché.

She didn't seem to mind. "Hi!" she called down, sounding excited to see me. Doh! Of course! "I'll be down in a second. Would you mind getting me something to drink?"

A drink. Very good idea.

I went into the kitchen and took out two glasses. What should I get, a beer? No, that'd fuck up my breath. A vodka drink? Tempting, but no. I settled on two glasses of fruit juice. With ice. 

She came up behind me as I poured the juice into the glasses and wrapped her arms around me. 

"Mmmm, hi," she purred. I could feel her breasts press into my back, and her hands reached around my waist and rested on my belt buckle. I was instantly hard again.

She noticed my racing heartbeat from behind me, though. "Wow," she said. "You're heart's going a mile a minute! Are you okay?"

"It's what you do to me," I said, turning in her arms and presenting her with the juice. Well, it's true, I thought to myself.

She took a sip as I took mine, then took my drink out of my hand and placed them both on the counter. "Baby," she purred. her hands sliding under my shirt onto my bare skin. "I need you inside me. I've been thinking about you all afternoon."

I know, I thought. I heard you on the phone!

"I'm so glad you're home," she said to me, her piercing blue eyes never wavering from mine. She took my hand in hers and slid it underneath her elastic waistband. "I need you to help me with this – " 

Oh yeah. That's right. You know where she put my fingers. Her soaking pussy lips slid in between my fingers, her erect clit feeling both hard and soft at the same time.

"- with this." Her hands left mine inside her pussy and she palmed my hard cock on top of my zipper. She started undoing my belt with one hand while rubbing my cock over my pants with the other.

Her eyes never left mine, though. She started nodding her head, as if to get me to agree with her. "Yeah, baby?" she asked, continuing that sultry purring. "Is that okay?"

Is that okay?!?

She leaned up to kiss me, and I could smell her intoxicating scent of English Lavender and the somewhat peach-y taste of her glossy lipstick on mine. She started to play with my tongue with hers, occasionally pulling on my lower lip. 

Her cool hands reached into my underwear and touched the tip of my cock. Hard and pulsing, her fingers ran over the head with the slightest amount of pressure, making it jump in response. I could feel her smile as she kissed me whenever it pulsed to her ministrations.

By the time she pulled away from my lips, she had me completely out and pointing at her belly. My fingers were still playing with her pussy lips, though I could only just touch her entrance to her sweet depths with my fingertips from the angle I was at.

She looked down and saw my cock in her hand. "Oh, I just love the way your cock looks in my hand," she said. She looked back up at me and smiled. "I think I'm addicted to your cock, you know." 

"That's okay with me," I said. "I'll give you a fix anytime you like." Corny, I know. 

She didn't seem to mind the maize-factor of my sense of humor, though. A crooked half-smile appeared and she said, "You know, I'd like a fix now."

She went down to her knees, my fingers sliding out of her pussy and up across her breasts and finally to her head as she engulfed her mouth around me. I looked down and watched those beautiful bee-stung lips caress the head of my cock, then slide over the head and move back and forth across the ridge. She seemed to love playing some private little game like that, feeling the edge of my cockhead just slip in and out of her lips. Her tongue flicked out to bathe the underside of the crown, just before she opened her mouth a little wider and stuffed half of my cock into her mouth.

Lesley had an amazing technique that few women understand. She knew that the best results of sucking came on the upstroke and she lavished as much attention as she could, and took as much time as possible, as she pulled back off my cock. 

Watching her make love to my cock was something that I wish everyone could see. It's so magnificent, so beautiful to watch, it's as if I want to tell people Hey, you just have got to see this!

Her technique is masterful, an artform. Women who love what they do are in a league all their own. There's something about the way they enjoy it for themselves that far surpasses women who simply do it because they think it's what their man wants. Looking down at her, there was no question in my mind that she was fulfilling a need that had been building up all day.

She pulled back from my cock again and then swooped down again, even farther this time. She pulled off my cock slowly, running her tongue underneath while at the same time coating it with her saliva. Wet and hard, I could see it glisten as it slowly revealed itself from between her lips. 

Once more, she attacked my hard cock, this time deep throating me all the way. There's no other way to put it: I felt consumed. One of her hands came up from underneath to hold my balls, rubbing her fingers and palm against them. The other went to the base of my shaft and applied just a bit of pressure against the top of the root, a feeling I absolutely love. It had the added bonus of keeping me in place for her to do with me as she wished.

When she came off, she stared at the head of my cock which bobbed enthusiastically in front of her face. It was completely soaked. 

"Mmmm... perfect," she said, but not to me. She was talking to herself (either that or to my cock, I'm not sure which). 

She stood up, and I reached for her waistband again, but she ignored me. "C'mon," she said, and grabbed ahold of my cock and led me towards the stairs. She practically ran upstairs as I tried to follow, my trousers falling down and causing me to awkwardly penguin-walk up the stairs.

I followed her into the bedroom, which she had completely straightened. There was no sign of her camera equipment or lingerie anywhere. She was hiking up her skirt to reveal her bare pussy.

"I need you to fuck me now!" she said. I tried to take off the rest of my trousers, but she would have none of it. "No, fuck that. Just get inside me now!"

I was completely okay with that. I ambled over to the bed and she took my cock in her free hand and moved her skirt out of the way with the other. She leaned back, pulling me off balance and onto her, but she knew what she was doing. I fell forward, her hand never leaving my cock, and guided me towards her pussy at the same time. I fell into her with just the cockhead entering her, but I was amazed at her precise aim. 

Being inside her was like turning off the normal colors of the world, though, and on came the psychedelic swirly patterns of some Pink Floyd laser light show. I didn't so much push inside of her as she drew me in. She was soaked.

As my balls rested at the entrance of her pussy I could feel her wetness coat them.

"Ohh," she moaned, her eyes closed now. "Yesss." I could hear the hiss of the word escape her lips almost like a whisper. 

She opened her eyes. "Baby, you have no idea how badly I've needed this. I've been thinking about your cock inside me for hours." I believed her.

"I love how you fit inside me," she said. "I love how you fill me up and I can take all of you in. I don't know whether I want you to fuck me like this or fuck my mouth."

There's no way around it. I loved how she talked to me like this, the things that came out of her mouth never ceased to catch me off guard. My little blonde cutie got raw with the words, and I responded. My cock twitched inside of her.

"Yeah, baby, I felt that," she grinned. 

"I love it when you talk like that," I said, moving inside her.

"I know you do," she said, smiling broadly. She knew she had a profound effect on me and loved having that kind of influence – or was it control? I didn't know, and I really didn't care.

She was so tight, it felt as if she were a second skin. She wrapped her legs around me and lifted her ass a bit so that I could slide even deeper. The angle changed just slightly, but it was enough. I knew what this position was – she wanted me to rub her G-spot with my cockhead.

This position may not look like much, if you were to be an outside observer. It looks like the missionary position, although with her back curled just a bit more than usual. But the feeling is intense, for both of us. My cock angles upwards towards the "ceiling" of her pussy but presses against the underside of my cock at the entrance. 

Ah, the physics of sex. The resulting pressure is exquisite in its completeness. She squeezed her muscles and gripped my cock and milked it, causing slight movements but almost torturous in its finesse. Her pussy motions caused the head to rub back and forth against her G-spot, the ridge stroking that sensitive flesh inside her and bringing her closer to one of her more powerful orgasms.

I had to be careful, because I could easily come this way too. I didn't want it to be over yet, though. I wanted to fuck her long and deep as well, and I knew that the more powerful my own orgasm, the less likely I would be able to continue – and I wasn't even close to being ready to stop.

She was close, however, and I could hear her breathing start to become staccato.

"Oh, I love your cock," she said. "Iloveitiloveitiloveit..." she trailed off. 

"Baby, you drive me crazy when you say things like that," I said. She knew it already, of course, but the smooth resonance of my voice seemed to help push her over the edge. "I get hard just thinking about you talking this way."




Goldicocks Ch. 02



"My pussy feels so tight around your cock," she said, urged on by my encouraging words. 

"Good, baby," I soothed. "I want to feel you even tighter. Grab me more with your pussy."

"Yes," she cooed, and squeezed. I felt her pussy grab my cock with amazing force. I knew she must be close to coming because she only gripped me that hard when she was close.

"You want to come, don't you baby?" I asked. 

She looked me straight in the eyes, then kissed me hard. 

I smiled. That wasn't good enough. "Tell me," I said, and slowed my movements down, teasing her.

"Yes," she said, her voice starting to rise. Her pussy ground down on my cock tighter and with more force.

"Yes what?" I teased. 

"Yes," she panted, "I want to come all over your gorgeous cock. Fuck me!" 

I fucked her all right, but not fast. Long, slow strokes, rubbing my head back and forth across her G-spot. My balls pressed into her pussy, coming away soaked with her sweet wetness. I pulled the head out to her entrance before pistoning back in one fluid motion. Like trying to make a wine glass sing, I was resonating with her pussy.

And she sang. Her voice came in raspy, throaty whimpers. Her pussy gripped me hard as I felt her orgasm shoot through her. Her hands grabbed my ass hard, pulling me into her, but my motions kept going thanks to the angle I was in. I kept running my cockhead over her G-spot bringing her higher and higher, even through her orgasms. As soon as it subsided another one hit her. And then a third. 

Her head thrashed from side to side, her mouth wide open in a soundless "O". Suddenly it seemed as if she just realized she needed to breathe. 

She started coming down from her orgasm, but before she could completely relax I pulled out and turned her over. Her beautiful round heart-shaped ass beckoned to me, and I sank my cock deep inside her. 

"Ohwowyes!" she cried as one word. 

I held onto her ass and this time I did pound her hard from behind. I grabbed her hips and fucked her, the sound of my balls slapping up against her clit keeping a metronome time in my head. She was tight – damn tight, and I knew that she was enjoying every thrust.

"Oh. God. Yes. Fuck. Me. With. Your. Cock." Each word came out in a gasp in time with my ball-slapping penetration. My timing was perfect, as her previous orgasm hadn't quite subsided all the way, and she was back on the rise again.

I sucked on my thumb and made it wet with saliva, and then thought that she would provide a better lubrication for me, and ran it in between my cock and her pussy, which was coming back hard on me. Her hips were moving back and forth as well as up and down, an undulation that seemed to grab my cock as if they had a mind of their own. Now slick with her own wetness, I placed my thumb at her backside, running it lightly over her ass. 

I was unprepared for the reaction. Her pussy clenched me tight as a fist as her hips pressed back against me. "Yeah, yeah," was all Lesley could say. I kept small circular motions, not quite entering her ass but definitely teasing her, enticing her to keep up her movements.

I pressed just a bit more, and the orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. I held onto her hips with my other fingers and fucked her as hard and fast as I could while just pushing the tip of my thumb inside her. She came yet again, and it felt like she was going to pull the skin off my dick completely. I loved it.

She moved forward, coming completely off my cock and turned back over onto her back. "Come on, lover," she cooed. "I want to feel you come inside me."

My cock bobbed in agreement, and once more I fell into her. This time, I slid all the way into the hilt. She wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles.

"There," she said, smiling. "Now you can't go anywhere until you come. I want to feel your cock expand and then explode inside of me. I need to feel it, baby. I need to feel you come for me."

I was throbbing. I slid my arms underneath hers and placed one hand on the back of her neck, holding her close to me. I started kissing her, and felt her hands running up and down my back. 

I was close, so close, but there was a little block that needed to be overcome. An orgasm for me isn't linear; it's not like it builds and builds until I finally come. For me, it builds and builds and then there's almost a slight pause, and then a giant jump that brings me over the edge. 

That pause can be dangerous territory, though. Reach that pause and then miss the opportunity, then you can forget the orgasm. It's like starting all over.

But Leslie apparently wasn't going to let this happen. In fact, looking back it appeared she had everything planned. Quite devious, this one.

I felt her hands on my ass, kneading my cheeks with force, pulling me into her and making me fuck her hard. Then I felt her take one hand and pull one cheek to the side.

Is she going to do what I think she is? I thought. I hoped she would, because it would mean she had a kinkier streak in her than I thought.

Her other hand disappeared for a second, and then reappeared on my ass, her finger touching my asshole. My cock jumped yet again inside her

"Oh, you like that, do you baby?" she asked, smiling devilishly. "You like when I touch your asshole?"

"Oh yeah," I said, almost a whisper.

She pushed her finger against my ass. "You want it deeper, baby?" she asked. 

I could almost feel my cock growing inside her. "Yes," I hissed.

"Yes, what?" she said, almost laughing. Dammit, what's good for the goose is obviously good for the gander.

"Yes, please go deeper," was all I could say. I was almost entirely out of breath.

I felt her finger, slick with her own juices, slide almost effortlessly into me as I relaxed my ass. 

She held it there, not really fucking me with it, but it was all I needed. With her hands on my ass, a finger inside me, I fucked her twice more before it felt as if my cock was exploding. 

"Oh yeah," she growled as I launched my come inside her. "Shoot it in my pussy baby. Come for me. Come inside me. I need it inside me."

Her words electrified me, her pussy dominated my cock. I was completely hers as her finger wiggled slightly. I couldn't talk, every ounce of energy was focused entirely on emptying my come into her incredibly hot body. 

I looked down at her to see her immensely pleased with herself, a giant smile spread across her lips. 

"Now that's exactly what I've been thinking about today, Goldicocks," she said, giggling. A fit of giggles caught her, and her body squeezed my cock so hard it pushed it right out. Her finger slid out of me at the same time, and I rolled off of her, small circular hairs from my chest now upon hers among various droplets of sweat. 

She rolled over onto me, her breasts pushing against my chest. She started absentmindedly playing with my chest hair, her fingernails tracing the areas around my nipples.

"Oh, baby," she said, lazily. "I love the way you fuck me. You make me feel... so..." she let the rest of the sentence drop.

I started stroking her hair, still trying to regain my breathing. "Me too," I said, feebly. How could I express to her how I felt? 

Her hand slid down my stomach to my semi-erect cock. "And this," she said. "this is truly beautiful. I had no idea someone could fit me so well. I love you-"

Her body stiffened, her hand still gripped around my cock. She sat bolt upright. "Your cock!" she said, eyes wide. "I love your cock!" 

She squeezed it in her hand, but her eyes betrayed a sense of panic. Freudian slip? Must have been. She'd never said it before.

"Um," she said, "I've got to go to the bathroom." 

"Lesley, wait," I said, calling after her as she leapt off the bed and raced into the bathroom. The door was shut before I could say another word. 

What the...? I thought to myself. What just happened, and how could it happen so fast?

To be concluded... 



Goldicocks Ch. 03



I knew from experience, though, that I couldn't flex yet. Her sphincter would grab me for just a little bit longer. I needed to be patient, needed to just wait for her body to naturally accept my cockhead past the ridge, when we would feel – 

I felt it slide past her sphincter. Now I could flex, and I did. Lesley was breathing heavy, her back arching in deep, controlled breaths. She may have practiced for this, but when it came time for the 'real' thing, I don't think she was quite so prepared for this. 

Anal sex in pornos is nothing like anal sex in real life. Those videos treat anal sex as if it were just a second vagina, and that simply isn't the case. Anal sex is as different from vaginal sex as a blowjob. Very, very pleasurable when done properly, very different from anything else, and absolutely devastating if rushed or done wrong. 

My baby was working hard. I could see the sweat on her back as she rested for a bit, trying to accommodate my cock's intrusion into her nether hole. I put more lube around her asshole where my cock vanished inside her.

Visually, there's nothing like looking at my cock buried halfway into her ass. Her perfect ass framed my rock hard cock beautifully. The reddish-purple veins of my cock being squeezed by her incredibly tight ass reinforced the simple fact that I was inside her body. I was inside of her body.

Now that the head was inside, it was easier for her to move back and forth against me. The lubricant made it difficult for my cock to stay in the same place, and her body started to adapt. The initial discomfort she must have felt was starting to dissipate, apparently as she began making slightly larger movements with her hips.

She started backing up more and more with each microthrust. 

"Oh, yes," I heard her say in between breaths. "God that feels good."

Her movements were tiny, barely perceptible with the naked eye, but felt earth-shaking through my cock. 

"Gotta have you inside me," she was saying. 

I took my hand off the base of my cock and placed it on her ass, holding her cheeks open. 

"Go slow," I cautioned. "I don't want to hurt – "

She pushed all the way against me until I was completely and totally buried balls-deep inside of her. There was absolutely none of my cock showing at all. She stopped and adjusted to my full length being in her ass.

"Mmmm, yessss," she hissed. "All of you. I wanted all of you."

Well, she had all of me. I felt the tight ring of her ass gripping the base of my cock, and she squeezed me tightly. 

"Oh, baby," she said, her voice rising to the tell-tale whimpering sounds in preparation for an orgasm. "Oh, I'm going to come already!"

She sounded surprised, but I was growing alarmed. "Don't come, baby," I warned.

She moaned in protest. "Why not?" she asked. "I need to come so badly with your cock in my ass."

Just saying it seemed to begin to throw her over the edge. I pushed my weight forward, causing her to fall onto her stomach in slow motion. Pinned into the mattress, the movement seemed to stop her orgasm – for now.

I remained trapped inside her, but now her ass cheeks were pressed up against my pelvis, my face was next to hers. "If you come, baby," I said, "it'll be over. I won't be able to come in your ass like you want."

"Ohhh," she said, understanding, but disappointed.

"You want me to come in your ass, don't you?" I said, more a statement than a question.

"Oh yes, baby," she said. "I want you to feel you come in my ass. Fuck my ass, baby."

Her language was stronger than I'd ever heard before. There was something about being fucked in the ass that unleashed something inside her, as if all the barriers were now down and she was able to play free. Lesley suddenly felt liberated from anything that may have been holding her back previously. Having my cock in her ass let loose all inhibitions.

I started moving my hips against her ass and fucking her in long strokes, being very careful not to pull all the way out. If I came out now, we'd have to start all over again. 

Her hands started to snake underneath her to reach her pussy. Normally that turns me on tremendously, but I knew that if she did that she would come too soon.

"No," I warned, and stopped moving my hips. "Put your hands above your head."

She smiled, and did as she was told. I grabbed her wrists with my own, and held them together while putting most of my weight on my knees and thighs. I started fucking her slightly faster.

"Is this what you wanted, honey?" I asked, teasing. "You wanted your ass fucked?"

"Yes," she said. "Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass!"

My strokes became getting stronger and more commanding. "Your ass feels so good, baby," I said. "I wish I could have seen you practice."

"Maybe you will," she said coyly.

"Maybe?" I repeated, thrusting harder. 

"Oh!" she cried in pleasure. "Yes! You can watch me."

"Watch you do what?" I pressed, fucking her harder now.

Her body responded to my thrusts by meeting me halfway. She wasn't just being fucked, she was attempting to swallow my cock from underneath. "I want you to watch me fuck my ass," she said, no hesitation in her voice. That was it, she had crossed her final boundary.

Her hips were reaching for me now. "God, baby," she said, whimpering in that familiar, tell-tale sign that she was going to come. "I want you to come with me. Fuck my ass with your cock. I need to feel you come in me. Come in my ass."

Her words came out as a long string of demands, pleadings, and outright begging. Hearing her talk so openly, so dirty, caused the dam to break in me as well. I started fucking that sweet ass of hers, which not only received me but came up to grab me. The softness of her cheeks cushioned each thrust and seemed to welcome me home each time.

"Yeah," she said, feeling my insistent need. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck my ass. Fuck that ass until you come. Come inside me, Come inside my ass."

Her cries were now yells. Her whimpers became shouts. She was right there with me. 

My own orgasm came suddenly and violently. My body stiffened as I shot my come deep inside her ass, but her own body didn't stop fucking me. She was determined to fuck me until every last drop was sucked out of me and inside of her ass. I heard a distant howl, and suddenly focused back to the present to find it was my precious baby growling like a bear as she came. It was nothing I had ever heard from her ever before. 

"Come," she said, as if she was still instructing me, her body undulating under mine. "Come... come... come..."

Her body was still fucking me, even as she began her decrescendo from her orgasmic peak. It was only then that I realized that my hands were still holding her hands above her head. I released her wrists and pulled my cock out of her body somewhat abruptly.

"Ohh," she pouted. 

"Sorry," I said, breathing heavy and ragged. "If I didn't do that right then it would have been really difficult to do it once we calmed down." It was a weak explanation, but I was finding it hard to breathe, let alone talk.

I rolled onto my side, and she slid off the other side of the bed. Her legs didn't want to work properly when she hit the floor, and gave out almost completely. She looked up, embarrassed, but got to her feet, laughing. 

"Oops," she said. "Wasn't expecting that."

She ambled into the bathroom and closed the door. I reached over to the night table and pulled a couple of tissues out of the box. There was definitely another shower in our very near future. 

While she was in the bathroom it dawned on me that she had had a full orgasm while I was holding her hands above her head. I had heard about people having anal orgasms before, but had never seen one before. I was somewhat stunned. It appeared that Lesley had a lot to show me that I never thought I'd ever experience.

Even so, my mind reeled. Practice? Anal orgasms? She loved me? She loved me?!?

Suddenly, the testosterone poisoning wore off and I refocused upon the major revelation of the day. It was all overwhelming. I couldn't believe my good fortune. All my life I had met people who didn't have anywhere near the same kind of sex drive that I had, which I could deal with. Here, though, was a woman who was gorgeous, smart, funny, imaginative, generous, and seemed to match me step-for-step. And she loved me!?

The bathroom door opened up and she came back into the room, flopping down on the bed in my arms. She kissed me full on the lips while playing with my nipple. She flashed me that devastating cat-got-the-canary smile. 

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" she asked me. 

"How unbelievably lucky I am," I answered, truthfully. 

Suddenly, a cloud passed over her delicate features, her blue eyes flashing with seriousness. It passed almost immediately, and her expression softened. "Baby," she said. "I meant what I said before. I just hadn't meant to say it like that."

I opened my mouth to speak, but she wasn't finished. "I need you," she continued, her voice soft. I shut my mouth. "It scares me how much I need you, because I'm not used to needing anyone for anything. And I'm not just talking about this –" she reached down and played with my soft cock. 

"Don't get me wrong," she said. "I can't believe how well you fit me. All of me. Every hole. But I can't believe how well you fit me."

She lay her head down on my chest, her blonde hair fanning out. I stroked her hair, and though I couldn't see her face any longer, I felt a tear fall onto my breast. 

"Honey," I said softly. She sighed. 

"Lesley," I said, even stronger. She looked up at me, her eyes having begun to redden. 

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me," I said, looking her deep into her crystal blue eyes. "I –"

I hesitated for some reason. Suddenly I was afraid to say what I was really feeling, even though I had said it earlier. Or had I? Emotion and intellect crashed in upon me as I tried to figure out where I was.

Suddenly, a piercing light shone through like a knife, and it was her. "You make things clear for me," I said, putting words to my metaphor. "You make everything make sense."

I looked at her for a moment, watching the words register with her. Would she believe me? Could I be vulnerable with her and tell her how I truly felt? What if she didn't believe me? What if she rejected my true emotions, thinking that I was just going through the motions?

Refocusing, I saw her eyes searching mine. With a soft glance, she made all my fears seem laughable. "I love you too, Lesley," I said. I opened my mouth to say something else, but anything more would have felt totally forced and insufficient. So, I closed my mouth and gave her a weak smile, hoping that she could see through my ineptness at speechmaking.

She swallowed, and then buried her head in my chest. She took a deep breath, and then looked up again, her eyes red but with a relieved smile on her lips. 

She reached up to kiss me. "C'mon, Goldicocks," she said, sniffling. "Let's go get cleaned up."

With that, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom.