2 comments/ 46189 views/ 10 favorites Leslie Takes a Ski Trip By: sandiasky6 On the surface it was an odd proposal between the two female college roommates. But Leslie and Corrie had an unusual friendship and few off-center things come together make it, Corrie's proposal, seem normal. The two freshman coeds were roommates that had been randomly paired together. Corrie had a "Barbie Girl" body with brunette hair and light brown eyes. She was a pretty girl partier while Leslie was cute and had a tomboy built, except for her voluptuous backside, coed that put more focus on her academics. Over the months they had found common ground and learned to appreciate their differences. They got a kick out of each other and their different outlooks. Corrie thought Leslie really needed to open up some and Leslie could not help but chide Corrie now and again about how education should be more of a priority. In addition to being the smarter of the two Leslie was more athletic. Leslie had been a diver and swimmer in high school. She kept her conditioning up through intramural sports and activities and kept her thick sandy brown hair short and off her cute face. Corrie wore her dark brown long and straight. Corrie had the blessing, curse, depending on how one sees things, of being built like a Barbie Doll. She didn't have the lopsided top of the doll but she was blessed with well rounded c-cups that looked slightly out of proportion in her otherwise thin 5' 5" frame. Even with her large for her body breasts she barely weighed over a hundred and ten. Whereas, Leslie had a swimmers build her round and just short of b-cup size breasts fitting comfortably on her frame. Leslie did possess "matronly" hips. You know, "she has back." The proposal: For Leslie to go on an overnight ski trip with Frank. The college they attended was in the Midwest and had a very popular ski resort a couple hours north of campus. It was common for the students to go there on weekends to ski and party. Frank was Corrie's boyfriend -- to the extent Corrie had boyfriends anyway. A better description would be to say that Frank was the one lover that she hung around with as a friend too. Corrie always had a small stable of lovers. She was not a slut per se, but she was wild child. She falls into the wild child category given she had been with nearly twenty different guys at the age of nineteen. But to say she was a slut would to unfair given she was very selective and if she had a one night stand it was due to the fact that she had over estimated the guy she had been smitten with. Corrie did have standards and she did have plans of a stable life down the road, maybe not a house with a white picket fence around it but both stable and down the road. Corrie agreed with Leslie that college was for preparing for the business world. Conversely though, she thought the college years were also for free exploration. This was her justification for the partying, the out of town trips and the small and ever changing, with the exception of Frank, small stable of male companions for sex. Leslie was equally social. But being social to her was being on many different sports teams and fully participating in college forums and clubs. A big difference between the two of them was their outlook on relationships. Leslie enjoyed having a boyfriend but her relationships were more about being connected and the sex was an expression of this. Leslie had just broken up with her fifth boyfriend. This boyfriend was only the third guy she had had sex with. A pretty low number all things considered. What lead Corrie to make the proposal for Leslie to go on over night ski trip with Frank was that Leslie had been moping around for three weeks running. Leslie and her boyfriend had broken up. When pressed by Corrie, Leslie agreed that she probably could use a get away. She had gotten to the point where she was admitting that she had been set back by the break up too deeply for too long and that a get away might clear her thoughts and would help her to get on with things. She originally objected to it being with Frank though. She expressed to Corrie that she would go on the ski trip, that it sounded perfect, but that it would be best to go alone. Leslie teasingly pointed out that she can find her own man there. Corrie flat out told her that though that was true that she, Leslie, would be playing the odds, whereas Frank was a sure thing. "Trust me Leslie, you will be thrilled", Corrie had said in closing. It was clear that she had some meaning to the closing statement, Leslie took the obvious that Frank was awesome in bed. Corrie's wry smile and the emphasis on the last part of her statement made it clear she was not referring to the fact that Frank was an avid skier and that Leslie could get some free lessons. "Corrie, you know the type of guys I like. Frank is so skinny and tall." "Yeah, yeah that he is. You like the rugby type. Your last beau had shoulders as wide as a couch but let me ask you something if don't mind okay?" There was a pause. Corrie had asked the question rhetorically but still paused for clearance. Leslie nodded and then gave a chortle knowing Corrie was going to talk about sex. "How big was Dave?" Corrie asked, Dave being the name of Leslie's last boyfriend. Leslie paused before answering. She was rather naïve about sex only having been with three guys. The pause was from her about to answer the question with height and weight of Dave but quickly realizing Corrie was actually inquiring about penis size. "He was pretty big down there" was her answer. Corrie knew that Leslie had no reference and really didn't know how to answer the question. She went to one of her drawers and pulled out a vibrator. "Oh, don't give me that look Leslie. I know you have a 'pocket rocket' that you keep in your pillow case." They both laughed. With the blue colored vibrator in her hand Corrie said, "I put my lovers in five categories: small, modest, average, large and huge." Corrie had made faces as she listed out the sizes. She had shaken her head back and forth and frowned when she had said "small." She had shrugged her shoulders when at the next size, grinned and nodded her head up and down at "large" and mockingly bulged her eyes when she said "huge". They laughed together again. "This vibrator is a slightly thin average size." Corrie then looked at Leslie awaiting an answer. "He was average, I guess." "Well, the others?" Corrie wanted details. "I thought so Leslie" Corrie said not needing to hear Leslie's answer. Leslie had paused and Corrie took this pause correctly to mean the other two had been average at best. Corrie let part of a minute pass as she put her vibrator back. Then she turned to Leslie with a soft look of seriousness. "Frank has a tremendous cock Leslie." Leslie nervously smiled at the revelation. She had never thought about why Frank was the one constant in Corrie's love life. Frank was a fun guy. The three of them had done things together and spent time just hanging out. Frank was fun and easy to be around. Leslie had just figured that their, Frank's and Corrie's, personalities just clicked and all that. She couldn't help but to have her curiosity piqued. She wanted to know more about the word "tremendous" but was too shy to ask directly. "I thought you two were pretty close, you know, friends and lovers." "Frank is a dear friend Leslie." Corrie paused for a dramatic effect. She wanted Leslie to hear her clearly. "He also has a huge cock. I mean huge!" They laughed again. Leslie's laugh letting off shock and nervousness, while Corrie's was along the lines of "I am your friend, I am setting you up with Frank for your own good." They didn't need to cover the territory issue. It was understood that Corrie had no sense of ownership with Frank. Leslie and Frank going out on the ski date would not be an encroachment of a relationship. Originally Leslie was open to the proposal as an acknowledgement that she needed to get on with things. Now she was surprisingly eager. Yes, that was a good word for it. Leslie was kind of surprised at herself. Her interest level had just been dramatically increased and it was due to finding out Frank was packing. It was such a purely sexual curiosity that had been piqued. You know, whatever a guy had down there or what he did in bed, how long he lasted, his moves, whether or not he was good at giving oral sex were just part of the relationship. Yet, here she was admittedly curious and even thrilled at the very base and sexual thought of experiencing a big penis. The way Corrie had made her proclamation it was not a big penis it was a "cock." Leslie was no longer near the fence, she was over the top. The only real issue she wanted to bring up was whether or not Frank would be interested. Leslie carried herself with confidence, but wanted to know if Frank was actually interested in her or just going with the flow created by Corrie. "Does he even know about this?" Leslie asked. "Oh my Leslie, he thinks you are absolutely hot. He is always asking me to invite you along for a threesome. Maybe you are game? Just kidding, I know that type of thing is not your style, yet." Corrie had tilted her head downward and gave a devilish grin. It made them both chuckle. Leslie had never even thought about such a thing but gathered there actually was something, almost a playful "dare", being tossed out there by Corrie. But Leslie's thoughts were too consumed with her blatantly sexual thoughts to give the comment, the tease, a second thought. "Plus, I have seen his eyes wander, oh, he just seems to like backsides like you are lucky enough to have." Corrie was referring to the fact that Leslie had a spectacular ass. Leslie's backside is difficult to describe other than to say if butts were given cup sizes like breasts then Leslie had a double-D butt. She had a really distinct hour glass shape. She had a nicely shaped b-cup top described before, her athletic shoulders narrowing to her hips then boom, her hips jutted out to a full "apple bottom". Leslie ran through her schedule in her head. "Saturday would really work for me if he is truly game." What Leslie had reviewed was the details of what academic things she had to get done before Monday. She knew she could get everything done by Friday night. It didn't need to be said that an overnight stay might be involved. Oh boy, Leslie noticed this change in her thoughts. She had originally accepted the idea presuming, knowing Corrie, that sex was implied. Now she was not thinking an overnight might be involved. Instead she was hoping for it. The ski date was a done deal now. Leslie was now eagerly looking forward to the weekend. She gathered a book she needed to spend some time with and left the room to head to the study hall knowing she would spend more time lost in thought that with the book but she would make the effort to study none the less. There was a spring to her step as she left the room that had been missing for a few weeks. Leslie and Frank left Saturday morning very early and then spent the day skiing. It was fun, very fun. Leslie had made a short walk to Frank's apartment; he lived off campus as most upper classmen do, as agreed. Leslie had felt awkward and was not able to make eye contact with Frank when he waltzed out of the apartment with his ski equipment. But within a couple miles of the trip they were chatting comfortably. Frank was a fun date through the entire day of skiing and food breaks. He was a near elite skier and went off to some of the tougher hills a few times but always circled back to join her and ski with her. The highlight of her day was the time he took her to one of those tougher hills - it took a great deal of coaxing, but he guided her all the way down. He got behind her and held her close locking his skis on the inside of hers and did most of the work. Of course, he avoided the moguls and guiding them in swooping loops all the way down stating that the objective was for her to be able to say she did the slope called "Trash City." There were a couple moments where Leslie so enjoyed the date that she let mind wonder about just how close Frank was to Corrie and had decided that if he asked her out again she would gladly accept. In spite of how different he was to her prior boyfriends she was thinking he just might be boyfriend material. Leslie found the stocky, burly types attractive - the "rugged good looks" type. Frank was taller than any of her boyfriends had been at three inches over six feet and rather slim. But she had felt good in his arms during their "co-joined" ski trip down Trash City. He felt strong however slight his build. She felt safe with his lanky and wiry arm holding her in front of him all snug and she had made a mental note to ask him if he played the piano given he had very large sinewy hands. She would have these pleasant thoughts about Frank being boyfriend material then she would smile to herself hearing Corrie's voice in her head "he is huge." Once Frank had noticed her smiling to herself and asked her, "what's so funny?" "This is just so fun Frank. In case you didn't figure it out yet I have not skied much." The day started to fade and so they packed up their skis and headed off to a nice motel. They had made the two hour drive in the morning and determined prior that they would stay over some where and make the drive back home in the morning. It was just a common sense plan to do considering the exhaustion they would feel after a full day of skiing and the fact that the day would be full of stops for drinks. They had enjoyed four shots and a chaser throughout the day. Of course, it was largely burned off but added to the feeling of wanting to rest before making the drive. "One or two beds sir?" an attendant asked Frank as she took his credit card for payment of the room. Frank put up one finger and then looked at Leslie and gave her a smile that was both sly and adorably cute. She had so enjoyed the date, she really had, that towards the end of the skiing she had forgotten about the sex she had eagerly been anticipating. The thoughts of what it would be like to be with a hung guy that had never left her thoughts for more than hour over the past few days of anticipation waiting for Saturday. She felt her face flush as she gave him a return smile. Frank was eager to be with Leslie sexually but liked to take his time with women, especially the first time with them. He had a high sex drive but had learned to not seem too eager and to make them feel special. In the case of Leslie he did really like her, he had found her very attractive from the first time he met her and had been completely taken by her the first time he saw her walking away from him with her tight jeans. Like Leslie had pondered thoughts about Frank being boyfriend material Frank had had similar thoughts about Leslie. He had always found her hot and to be interesting. He was becoming smitten with her now. "I would like to get cleaned up some while we have to wait for room service" Frank said as they entered the room still decked out in their skiing clothes. Leslie just took her boots and began to remove her jacket acknowledging that though caught up in the moment, their exchange of smiles, that Frank had asked for a bottle of wine to be sent up to the room. There would be a few minutes to burn. The line finally gets crossed as Frank gets behind Leslie to help her with her jacket. Frank pulls her arms free of the jacket and she feels a gentle kiss on the nape of neck. It sent a welcomed chill down her spine. Frank signed for the wine and then wheeled the cart it was placed upon right into the bathroom. "I called a head of time to make sure we got a room with a Jacuzzi, but this is almost a pool" she heard him say, the last part with a chuckle as he disappeared with the wine into the bathroom. The wine had gotten there sooner than expected removing the time he planned on getting freshened up. So, maybe they would do so together? Leslie heard the water running and then a minute later she heard the jets start to foam up the water. "It is a little hot but it will cool" Leslie heard Frank say from the bathroom. He was already in the Jacuzzi. Leslie had taken minute to set her overnight stuff on the dresser and hang her jacket. By the pile near the bathroom door Frank had just disrobed and gotten in the Jacuzzi. Leslie entered the room to join Frank. "What a great smile" Leslie thought seeing Frank leaning against the far side of the tub already in it and surrounded by bubbles. The both chuckled as she entered the area. Frank had put too much bubble mix in and the Jacuzzi was overflowing. It was quit a mess. Frank had put the wine bottle on ice next to the tub and held up two glasses implying that it would be her job to fill them. He nodded to her right. Leslie looked and saw a dimmer switch. That was a nice gesture and appreciated by her. After all, he had gotten disrobed when she was getting settled and given it was their first date it would have been somewhat awkward to stand there under 110 watts given she was the shy type. Leslie's playful and spirited side surfaced. She stepped forward pouring wine into both glasses and then took her glass of wine. With three gulps she emptied it. She poured herself another and left the bathroom. Frank smiled at her actions, her pretending to be coy, of standing just outside the door and to the left so she could invisibly to him start to get undressed. He saw her hand snake around the door frame and upon finding the dimmer turned it down nearly three quarters of the way and then she entered. "Wow!" was the thought that popped into Frank's head as he saw Leslie's silhouette. It was fantastic and perfect, just how he liked a woman to be built. He saw how her strong shoulders fed into her waist and then how her hips so perfectly flared out. "Just pure beauty" he thought. Leslie was careful not to slip as she got into the Jacuzzi across from Frank. It was a very large Jacuzzi. Their eyes adjusted so they could see each other now in the dimmed light. They were both smiling. With a broad smile Frank held up his glass and gave a toast "to Trash City", referring the giant slalom they had traversed together. Leslie leaned forward to click glasses with Frank. He leaned forward too and they both froze upon clicking their glasses together. Frank made the first move but Leslie followed closely as they came together in a kiss. It was soft initially and then became more intense. After a passionate minute Frank eased Leslie back, sliding her to his side and then putting his arm around her as he did. Neither spilled any of their wine. Frank held his glass up again and said "to a very beautiful girl". "I will drink to that" Leslie responded with a chuckle and they both took a large drink. Frank had thought it would be nice to soak in the Jacuzzi with Leslie for a while. That had been his intent, you know, work up to things. It was a good thought but just a thought. After a few minutes of idle chat and just relaxing Frank turned his head to hers and they began kissing again. Frank reached over his head with his glass and found the sink to place it. Leslie finished off her wine in between kisses and handed him her glass for him to safely get it out of the tub area. She leaned into Frank and felt her skin tingle. She felt a broad hand cupping her breast. She had moved from feeling comfortable and ready to be frisky to feeling sexually aroused in just the past minute. He was a good kisser and his touch was sensual, soft, and attentive. Leslie stands in at just over 5'2", so she fit like a hand in a glove under his arm that was around her. She snuggled into Frank with her head tilted up in their kiss. Their kissing was eager and already filled with lust for each other. They were making even more of a mess of the bathroom floor as they jostled the water about. Leslie Takes a Ski Trip She felt his hand gently rub over her breast, her nipple and then up and down her side as her other breast was flush against his slightly bony ribcage. She couldn't help it - her breathing got heavy and she even sighed a few times as they kissed. Her thoughts paused to listen for his breathing wondering, hoping, he was as aroused with her and she him. He was breathing as deeply as she was and this delighted her. Her free hand rested on his thigh. His thigh felt muscular from his skiing hobby. She squeezed and through a smile told him that he had strong legs. "You like?" Frank asked rhetorically and playfully. He moved his hand from her breast area to her hips his long arms easily reaching her. He caressed her through the soapy warm water and then cupped one of her butt cheeks. "Absolutely perfect" Frank said returning a compliment sincerely in between their kissing. "You like?" Leslie said playfully mocking Frank getting as close to his voice as she could but sounding more similar to Count Dracula than Frank. They both chuckled. It might have been a minute or it could have been five as they kissed with time moving slowly. With his hand resting on her backside and hers on his thigh they kissed like teenagers at a make out point. Frank increased his intensity now squeezing and cupping her butt firmly, his hand pressure reflecting his increasing arousal. Then his hand slide around to her front. He gently twisted and untwisted her soft and naturally sparse pubic hair. Leslie followed suit and moved her hand up to his chest and caressed his front her hand making long brush strokes back and forth like a skiing pattern downward. She liked to move deliberately yet slowly at this point in a love making session. She found that a little "teasing" added to the arousal of a man. It was adding to her arousal though. At this point she wanted to touch and hold his cock. She wanted to find out what Corrie had meant by "huge." Leslie felt the thickly curled pubic hair and then made a sweeping, scooping motion inside his left thigh and then softly cupped his sac and moved it upward with intention of giving his penis some playful attention. She didn't know if he was hard, she was hoping he was given that would imply she is arousing him, or floating to the left or right in the water so she made this motion. She froze as her hand slid up and found his cock with her open hand hooking his penis like a horse-shoe hitting the target spike perfectly. She froze because her thoughts didn't compute what she found. She subconsciously expected, hoped, to find an erect penis to fondle and tease to get him eager to head to the bedroom. She was eager to hold and fondle a big penis. She found a cock somewhere between aroused and fully erect. She also was almost shocked by how thick it felt. Corrie had flat out told her that Frank was very big. But her point of reference in defining big in her head did not prepare her for what she had in her palm. It was an incredibly thick slab of cock. Oh, thick was not the right word. It was immense and if she was taking hold of a tree root. Frank smiled at the reaction he was used to but never grew less than extremely fond of and that being the "deer in the headlights" reaction woman got when first discovering his size. Frank noticed her hesitation. He thought to tease her about her reaction and maybe say something about how Corrie must have said something to her but he didn't. He just enjoyed her reaction and wondered what was going through her head during the at least fifteen seconds of pause and now another ten seconds with her hand holding his cock. He gathered she was measuring it with her grip, trying to digest what she had in her hand, how her piano player long fingers didn't come close to reaching her thumb. Of course, he loved how woman reacted to discovering that he was beyond hung. But it was not that reaction that he was enjoying now. "You like?" Frank said with a wry smile rhetorically. "You are big Frank" Leslie responded unnecessary, on reflex, stating with some stutter the obvious. That made Frank laugh. Leslie chuckled in response to his laugh. He kissed her as if to calm her. Yes, he knew his size would create arousal, curiosity, sexual eagerness and all that but it would also make her slightly nervous about the simple fact of "would it hurt." She wasn't nervous about his size. Actually, she didn't have any thoughts. She just stroked it gently not sure what to think or do next. Her thoughts had frozen in time. She kissed him back. Her hand traced circles and lines around the lower part of his shaft as if her hand was detached and acting on its own. Their sensual kissing stopped and Frank didn't want to lose the mood so he parted his lips from hers and whispered, "Let's get dried off and get to the bed Leslie." He guided her up and out of the tub scrapping the still excessive bubbles off of her beautiful body and his as they shared the foot mat. He reached for a towel and gave her a cursory drying. He saw her eyes on his cock. Her vision verified her tactile sense. She just stared her eyes reflecting awe. Her thoughts were starting to clear, her brain starting to connect thoughts again. Now she started to get nervous. Of course, Leslie had never seen anything like it. He was not fully hard but still in his state of almost full arousal it looked, well, menacing. It was unnaturally thick and had veins crossing over each other. He was also uncircumcised and his plum sized head was half hidden. His penis, his cock, was a thing to awe but it was not a thing of beauty. Frank stepped behind Leslie and starting heading for the bedroom his body language guiding her. He walked slower than her wanting to take in her walk. "Oh my word" scrolled across his thoughts followed by the phrase he thought was perfect for her, "apple bottom." Frank went from aroused to rock hard from the view. Leslie reached the bed and started to turn. Frank was lost in his appreciation of her backside but it did cross his mind that he needed to make the right move next. Leslie was again staring at his cock. He sensed correctly that she was concerned about his size. She was still eager and aroused but flat out concern was part of the equation. He knew from their time together that she was a sensual lover. He had looked forward to a wonderful session of making love instead of fucking for a change. Even if it was to be just one date with her he had planned and been excited by the prospect that it would a romantic night of love making. Ah, but the sight of her from the back had him suddenly just wanting to have sex and he was so erect he could feel his cock pulsing. Leslie had gotten a couple steps in front of Frank and as he closed to her she saw his mammoth in thickness cock bounce heavily back and forth as he stepped. If Leslie watched porn she would have had something to compare Frank to. She would have compared him to Blake Palmer only that Frank had a much more "ugly" cock due to the veins crisscrossing over the top and down the side of his cock. He is also bigger than said porn star. Frank was longer by an inch and his cock does not taper off to a small head gland. Franks cock was a full over eight inches around with a ever so slight downturn about halfway into the shaft and the head was as thick as his mighty cock shaft. There would be no easing it into her. It would be super fat from the very start. "You are just oh so beautiful Leslie" Frank said touching Leslie's shoulder half way through her turn to face him and guided her to face the bed. "I will go easy" Frank assured her correctly reading her current thoughts. He softly nudged her to lean forward. As she felt Frank's hands tracing down her back she complied and placed both her hands on the bed. Frank kneeled down behind her and started to dart his tongue around the lower crack of her back side. His hands softly kneading her ass as he softly traced his tongue over her inner thighs. Frank put a hand on the top of Leslie's butt and put the other hand on the front of her left thigh. He guided her to arch her back. She did and now Frank could taste her. It was a very intimate way of getting and giving oral sex. Frank took his time and slowly teased her. He could feel the warmth from her pussy on his face. Leslie was very turned on. She was very wet too. He enjoyed how wet she was with his tongue that was dancing around her vulva. He continued to tease her with his tongue. Then he heard a sigh of pleasure from Leslie and so he put his tongue directly on her clit and rhythmically started to lick it with his tongue flattened. He continued this for a couple minutes as Leslie's breathing picked up and deepened. In her continuing increase of arousal Leslie had stopped holding herself up on the bed and was now face down over the cover still arching her butt up so that Frank could continue to taste her. She was enjoying this and her once slightly tense body had fully relaxed now. She sighed each time Frank would brush his tongue over her clit. Frank had been ready to fuck minutes before. He still was but he could wait given how much he was enjoying her taste. Pussy is not pussy, they are all different and Leslie's was different in all the right ways for Frank's desires. She had a subtle peach taste and her pussy was absolutely pretty. With her legs slightly open to welcome his mouth her vulva slightly pushed together to resemble what she tasted like, a peach. She had slim labia and her clit was tightly hooded though at this point very hard. Frank was too engrossed in tasting Leslie that he lost track of time. Luckily he had maintained his rhythm of habit. He had been tracing his tongue over and around her pussy periodically licking over her clit. Upon the last time he flattened his tongue to press over her clit he heard a load moan of pure pleasure from Leslie. This got his focus back to both pleasing Leslie while enjoying it himself. Now giving her clit more attention, versus teasing, he took one of his thumbs and inserted it into her. Leslie's moans reflected the pleasure she was enjoying from his tongue and having something, his thumb, moving in and out of her in unison with the strokes of his tongue. It was almost a cooing sound with each exhale. Frank knew the basics of pleasing women the most important thing he knew is that they were all slightly different with different levels or arousal from the various erogenous zones. He had this one night to give Leslie a forever memory. Yes, at this point he hoped for more but based upon the original set up knew that this might be his only time with the gorgeous Leslie. But he felt zero pressure at this point. Leslie was so easily aroused. He had just stumbled into how to please her -- sensual and playful followed by slow, initially, sexual attention. He could still feel a dull throbbing pulse in his erection and knew he was dripping precum. This heightened level, he knew it had been a long time since he had been so aroused by a woman, was reached from his simple attraction to Leslie being augmented by the pleasure sounds she was making from the attention he was giving her. Leslie's breathing had started to time the insertions of his thumb as he would push all the way in and then bring it all but all the way out before sliding it back in again. He sensed that he could make her peak this way. A guy didn't have to be an experienced lover to figure this out. Leslie's was moving her hips and small circle seemingly grinding her privates into Frank's face. She was getting very close and it was going to be a very strong orgasm. Frank was a confident lover and briefly thought about stopping what he was doing knowing he could bring her to orgasm later, maybe even a stronger one with the build up, or to have her finish what she was currently enjoying. In the moment he took to ponder this, the decision was made for him. "Oh Frank" he heard and then whatever else she said or what noises she vocalized were muffled into the comforter. Frank focused on keeping up the exact pressure and motion, including the thumb insertion and just enjoyed the dreamy noises Leslie made as she had her nearly a minute long orgasm. He could feel the crest of it against his thumb - her vagina muscles clamping around his thumb. He both felt and heard when she was going over the top of it and then getting to the other side. He knew her clit would be momentarily to a few minutes over sensitive and stopped his direct pressure on her clit as she her hips stopped moving in the small circles they had. He held his thumb in her for part of a minute and then put both hands on her ass cheeks and just kissed and licked gently at her privates. He was just being playful and letting her enjoy the afterglow. He just was being selfish and continued to enjoy her taste and her smell. He took a couple more laps of her pussy as if lapping water out of a bowl then stood up. He continued to let her soak in her afterglow as he took in the sight of her face down over the comforter with her hips at the edge of the bed that was the perfect low height for her allowing her knees to rest on the floor. He so adored her ass. Frank wanted to take her right there, just like she was. But he knew his legs were too long so he gave her a gently slap on her ass and said, "Slide up Leslie." Leslie did so. She slide up on the bed and also turned to face the headboard. She looked back over her left shoulder as Frank got on the bed too. She felt some moisture on her forehead from the intensity of her orgasm. She looked back to see what Frank wanted her to do. Seeing that he was betting directly behind her she arched her hips up and spread her legs apart about a foot and a half. She was not sure she wanted to start off in doggie position given his size. Well, given his size she had no idea what would be the "best position" to start. None of her prior experiences gave her any idea of how this was going to go or how it would feel. Actually, she was pretty sure it just wasn't going to fit. But, as Frank just showed that he was, she is a giving lover and it was clear Frank wanted to fuck now. She did too. She was looking over her shoulder and they smiled at each other as they made eye contact. "That was wonderful Frank" Leslie said knowing she was stating the obvious but wanted him to hear the words. Frank moved to get between her legs and still looking over her shoulders she saw his mammoth cock sway left and then to the right again. It was rock hard. Once Frank got behind her he put his hands on what he now considered the most perfect things in the world; her full pale ass checks. She told herself to relax as she placed her face sideways into the pillow she was embracing and holding with both hands. She had a picture of his cock in her head and knowing it was hard, dripping in precum and given its slight downward arch was all but lined up with her pussy at this time. Yes, she was concerned about whether or not she could take his cock. But, she had never been so high with wonderful anticipation in her sexual life. She wanted to feel it so desperately. With her ass up in the air, her legs spread for him and his huge dick soon to be entering her. She felt deliciously vulnerable and yet willingly and wantonly so. It is a feeling that only a female that has sex with a hung stud can understand. There are a few things that a woman feels that no man can comprehend or empathize with. This is one of them. This is the one thing that women will never even try to explain though. It is part of the sisterhood and must be kept elusive. Men spend way too much time, money and effort chasing pussy. Women are the gatekeepers and they appreciate this. Men with big wallets or dicks "have the key" to the gate though. So, about the best that can be said to describe how Leslie felt at this moment is that she felt gloriously womanly. Leslie had to wait a few moments. Frank had a selfish thought to pursue. With his hands cupping her ass he flexed his pelvic area so that his cock popped up as he quickly moved his ass back and then immediately forward so that his cock plopped on her ass. Leslie felt this and was an inaudible "thud". His precum quickly made a smooth surface for him to "titty-fuck" Leslie with a few strokes using her ass cheeks as perfect replacements. She could feel his thickness against her sensitive flesh and appreciated the feeling of his sac pushing against her ass on his upward strokes. His sac felt tight. She could feel this and with the copious amount of precum being spread over her ass it delighted her that he was equally aroused as she was. Leslie is a patient lover. So, it kind of surprised her when without thought she heard her words, as if someone else giving Frank direction. "Fuck me Frank." He was so ready to explode and he had not even entered this pretty, perfectly build for his taste, coed. He felt ready to explode so he took a deep breath as he placed his cock at her entrance. Leslie looked back over her shoulder again lifting her face out of the pillows. "I will be gentle and go easy Leslie" Frank said anticipating her request. He pushed his hips forward. His cock head barely entered Leslie. He had moved his hips four inches forward but Leslie had literally been pushed three of those forward too. Only his cock head entered her and seemingly, unwillingly forced to stop right where his cock head slightly flanged out. "So big", Leslie gasped. Leslie didn't mean to be pushed up and feeling how his cock was not going to slide in without more effort she got up slightly so that her elbows were on the bed to attempt to keep her torso from being pushed forward. Frank felt a great pressure around his cock head. He saw Leslie reposition and he moved his hands from just cupping her ass cheeks to the part of her hips that flared out to hold her better in place and pushed in again. "Oh my god so big", Leslie yelped. It hurt. She felt a burning in her outer lips. Her pussy felt too stretched out by his width. It was not a matter of not being ready. She was wet and eager and his precum completely coated the top half of his cock. His cock was just so thick around that it was not sliding into her as she so wanted to feel it do so. Frank felt the pressure of her over stretched pussy too tightly clinging around his cock. He had three inches of hit in her now and just held it there. He felt her pussy involuntarily pushing back as if trying to dislodge him so he kept his thighs flexed. His regular fuck buddy, Corrie you might recall from the beginning of this story, was nicely tight. Corrie was on the tighter side of his experiences but she could take him as long as he went slowly. Corrie would complain, playfully but sincerely, that she would be too sore for "seconds" and even after a few months of being with her he still needed to go for slowly at first. But with Leslie it was a different tightness. He had never felt such a snug pussy. It was a great thing, of course, as long as he could eventually get into her. But for his particular dilemma of feeling close to orgasm even before he had gotten into her it was a blessing. Her pussy was clamped so tightly around him that he felt his previously impending orgasm ebb from the pressure on his cock head. The pressure was slightly numbing his most sensitive areas. It was that tight. "You okay Leslie?" There was a pause of about fifteen seconds. Leslie was breathing so deeply she needed a moment to get enough air to speak. Her comments made sense though they seemed to be incongruous. "You are too big Frank." "I want you inside of me." He nudged forward almost a full inch and as her gasp came out it tailed off to high pitched yelp so he stopped there. Of course, it was not being inside of her four inches that was giving her difficulty it was his massively fat cock being inside of her four inches that was the obstacle. Her pussy felt completely filled up by the girth in spite of him just slightly more than half its length in her. Leslie Takes a Ski Trip Her pussy was struggling to open up enough for him. It was like his dick got stuck four inches deep. So, Frank, keeping his hips flexed given he still felt that outward pushing feeling from her pussy, slowly began to ease back and inch to two and then enter back into Leslie. He did this very slowly at first. She would make a gasping moan as he entered and the sound would get higher pitched as he reached that four inch point. He saw how tightly Leslie was grabbing her pillow. Her face still sideway on the pillow he saw that she was softly biting her lip and that her eyes would squint as he pushed in. So, for nearly two minutes he just moved very slowly in and out of her as a mother gently cradles a baby she is rocking to sleep in her lap. After a couple minutes Leslie's moans reflected more sexual pleasure than struggle. It had been the other way around up to this point. So, Frank started to pick up the pace to near normal, still easy though, and settled into a rhythm with his gentle, shallow thrusting. Her pussy had opened up some. Enough so that he could fuck her with a more steady rhythm. She still felt really tight to him, too tight, but based on the subtle change he felt around his cock and her sounds increasing with the percentage of pleasure gasps, the little desperate yelps now faded, he could just enjoy her. "You like?" Frank said. The last few minutes had been pretty intense. He deliberately broke the seriousness with a little levity -- the phrase that had that night become their little inside joke of a phrase. "Oh god yes Frank." It was during this little exchange the Leslie had both gotten physically more comfortable, adjusted to his size, and mentally more able to handle the feeling of it. He still felt too big to her but she had her mind more in tuned with how it felt so she was coping well enough to focus on the pleasurable aspect of being filled up. This is when she felt two things that were odd to her start to brew. They were feelings she had not felt before when making love. His cock was so thick that when he pushed in and out her clit and hood brushed against his shaft. Especially when he pushed in her outer lips would clutch tightly around his cock and she would feel her clit rub along his cock. With their mixed lubrication it felt similar to being licked there teasingly. The dynamics of this made sense to her but the other feeling was perplexing. There was some mechanism inside of her that was being pleased. It was as if the size of his cock inside of her and pushing her capacity to its limits was doing something to the proverbial "g-spot." "Oh my... Frank... oh...." Leslie gasped most of what she was trying to say muffled and moments into it she buried her face into the pillow drowning out what she was exclaiming. She was having a powerful orgasm. It was an orgasm she had never felt before. It may have been prompted by the stimulation of her clit along his cock shaft but it started inside of her pussy and edged outward until her entire pussy throbbed. She bucked her hips as she came. She bucked hard the first backward bucking of her hips almost startling Frank. He was being careful to not push all of his cock into her. "Aargh", Leslie yelped. Yes, it was a yelp reflecting pain. She had bucked back so much that she had gotten to feel almost all of Frank's cock in her and his size hurt. But she didn't care and kept bucking the depth of her orgasm and her desire to reach it and feel it overpowering the pain his cock size brought her. This reaction of Leslie was too erotic for Frank to hold back. Then again, at this point why bother even trying. He felt his orgasm start immediately. There was no way he was going to hold back anymore. It was going to happen and they were going to peak together. Leslie was at the high point of her orgasm and he felt his starting in his sac. Leslie tore the sheets away from the top of the bed as she came her lungs letting out animal grunts as she haplessly pulled at the covers and then pushed the pillow against the head board as her hips pushed back fully into Frank. She pushed back all the way so that her hips were flush to his abdomen. His massive cock over-filled her pussy but that is what she wanted. There was no mistaking the feeling she now felt. Frank's cock head was pulsing out his sperm deep, deep into her. It was a feeling that would never be topped. It hurt. It hurt, his cock deep in her, her pussy completely overwhelmed by his thickness. She enjoyed it as only a woman could understand. It was a joyous time, the feeling of complete bliss as they held each others' sweating bodies and quietly cuddled. Leslie felt like she was a queen with her new king's arms wrapped around her. They didn't speak for quit a long time. The night was still young for the two new lovers.